'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

A 'bar' landscape

My name is Yugiri Soo. Age is twenty-three.

The occupation is' bartender '.

"Master! Master!

One of my strange guests calls me.

I'm not the real 'master' in this store. But most customers call their true masters' jerks', so if this word comes out, they point to me.

Say no to the brunette woman you were talking to, "I'm sorry," and then crack your consciousness to the one who spoke up.

"Yes? What is it?

There, two male guests sitting on a wooden counter.

One is a regular. Light black skin on large physique. He is a vibrant middle-aged man who performs manual work.

The other, much younger than the man. My skin is also white compared to my neighbor's, and he looks at me and the man alternately in a fascinating way.

From the atmosphere to the boss and subordinates, it was assumed immediately after entering the store.

"This guy just walked in recently, and he says that what the master makes isn't delicious!

"Beh, you didn't stick to me like that!?

My boss tells me I have quite an age difference and my men panic most of the time.

"I'm just, uh, a little anxious for sure..."

My men look at the store.

Guests are good. In a store about the size of a little classroom, the table alongside the narrow one is full. They make loud noises and enjoy themselves.

This store sells two things in large part.

Food and drink.

The 'Oyaji' I said earlier is primarily responsible for cooking.

And drinks are my share of the 'master'.

"That's out-of-heart, isn't it? Then I'll make you something, right?

I'm not pulling back here either. Behind a grinning smile, burning a fighting spirit.

I'm also used to this reaction.

People who come, people who ask for them first, they all do.

This store. Until I got here, the sale was overwhelmingly 'food'.

What I was selling as a drink was ale...... so-called sparkling liquor. And only potato distilled liquor.

A young man standing as a 'bartender' a little over twenty in such a place.

I can't help but suspect my arm.

The first time these two came to the store and asked for it was also a ale that was rarely dictated by the arms of the 'bartender'.

"Then Master, do it with your usual array, Array!

A shallow black man calls out to 'Arre'. I gave him the name of something he usually likes to drink.

"Yes, I did. [Daikiri] Right."

While I bow my head down, I assemble the process of work in my head.

What is important is to accurately imagine your upcoming movements and move exactly as they do.

Making the work beautiful and quick.

In itself, it is already a product offered to bartenders.

First, it is fundamental to have all the tools and materials necessary for the work.

[Daikiri] is a simple cocktail.

The ingredients are 'Lamb' 45ml and Lime 15ml, and a cup of syrup with a teaspoon.

Because it's a shake-type cocktail, the glass is a cocktail glass. Naturally, I also need a shaker.

First transfer the glass from the shelf to the freezer and at the same time remove the 'ram' and ice cream.

Then remove the lime juice from the fridge and syrup from the bottle shelf.

All of them are measured in a prescribed amount in a major cup and go to the shaker.

If I see the taste lightly and there is no problem, I pack the ice cream inside.

And the finish. Close the shaker lid, hold on to your right hand, support the shaker so that your left hand can accompany you, and use the wrist snap to shake.

Relying solely on the sound and the feeling coming from your fingers, keep shaking the shaker into eight letters until you can determine that it has cooled well and mixed well. And slowly stop the shake.

When you remove the cocktail glass from the freezer, pour the liquid out of the shaker in front of the man.

The base was transparent, but only a little white and radiant liquid filled the glass.

"Thank you for waiting. [Daikiri]."

"No, I'm not waiting at all. Lady, it's gonna take twice as long to get something ale in!

Ha ha. And the red-haired girl who carries the dishes in the shop, Rye, stares at the man who laughs.

But the man never bothered to, and put the cocktail he could in front of his men.

"Ho, are they really delicious?

That said, a subordinate who suddenly can't stop looking.

"Drink it because it's good. You're a man, right?"

My boss forced my men to contain the liquid in their mouths with their eyes closed, fearful.

And.

"Oh, delicious!!

Open your eyes and scream that you don't believe it!

"Kahaha. Calm down! That's why I told you.

"So, but it's impossible!

I don't even hear my boss stop me, my men say excitedly.

"I can't believe I could have such a superior drink just by mixing such crude 'potions'!

That said, my men point to the bottle of 'Lamb' I took away.

"The protection of the Spirit of Fire was a 'salam potion' that seemed devoid of shards... and now it's as powerful as a volcano! What do you mean!

Shouting loudly throughout the store, the regular people of the store look here to see what is going on.

Everyone looks at this one, and uniformly, they say, "Oh, again."

"Naturally, the potion the master makes is the best!

The boss said, bragging as if about himself, rattling his nose.

"It's a potion or a 'cocktail'..."

I say it back with a little humility. But I guess that's a trivial difference. The shallow-black skinned man said, "Right! ♪ And I just snort ♪

"But this isn't the only part of the master, is it?

After laughing a little fun, the man makes it include.

"Huh? Is there anything else?

Put the glass in your hand and a young man will look at me with sparkling eyes.

Please don't. What do you expect from a shitty bartender?

"No, it's nothing..."

"Whoa! What the hell? This store ha!

When I opened my mouth to return the denial, a loud voice echoed in the store shortly afterwards.

Turn your face towards the door. Obviously a big man, drunk and bright red in the face, was about to enter through the entrance to the store.

"A guest arrived and there was no welcome voice!?

With all that obvious annoyance, I get lost in dealing with it.

But I don't have enough time to worry. At the time I was setting up a matrix to figure out how to carry things peacefully.

"What the hell, you! We don't want to get drunk like you!

Rye, who was busy serving in the store, stood in front of a drunk and said.

"Oh? What is it, miss? Who do you think I am?

"You're drunk, right? Just go home."

"Huh!

When the girl didn't break her winning attitude, the drunk was clearly upset.

…………

One woman watching the situation changed the atmosphere.

The blue-haired girl who was in the counter with me - Sui - is still in a fighting position.

"Calm down."

I control her who seems to be moving now. If she gets serious, the store sucks.

"But"

"... because I'll take care of it"

I sighed inside and decided I had no choice but to act to put this place away.

"Excuse me. Here, I'll borrow some."

"Huh?"

I said no to the man sitting in front of me and then I reached for the 'cocktail' on the spot...... [Daikiri].

Hold a glass and chant while you think it's bad for a confused man.

"The waves of life, the ancient intentions, what I seek is the appearance of my soul."

One of the few magics I can use.

Ammunition.

When I finished chanting, the liquid that had been a "cocktail" until earlier made a noise with Karan in the glass and turned into a "bullet".

When I pinch it up, I can pull out the 'gun' that was lowered to the waist so that the customer can't see it and enter the cylinder.

I catch a glimpse of the red-haired girl, but she confronts the man with her chest stretched despite her trembling feet.

He's a perfectly good looking after burner.

I act quickly before a drunk takes any action.

In preparation for this, declare the identity of the bullet.

"Basic Attributes (Base) 'Salam 45ml', Additional Attributes (Enchant) 'Lime 15ml', 'Syrup', Pedigree (Bataan) 'Shake'"

That's how you tell the ingredients on which the 'cocktail' is based and imagine the 'cocktail' that you can do in your head. Then the 'magic' that exists in me flows into the gun, and the bullet in the gun reacts.

Buun and dull, the gun trembled.

"Customers. No, less than customers. Can you pick it up for me?

I stand 'gun' and I tell you against drunks.

The drunk threw his gaze at me and the gun in my hand, but he yelled like he swelled more anger.

"What the hell! What are you going to do with that metal toy!?

Can't you help but react?

Because 'guns' are unknown to this world in the first place.

"So you don't want me to pick you up?

"Bring the liquor because it's good! Bye. Uh, I don't care what happens to this girl!

So the drunk tried to reach for Rye standing in front of him.

That is unacceptable.

I had no choice but to declare, pulling the gun trigger.

"[Daikiri]"

Immediately after that word.

A firedragon jumped out of the muzzle and leaped in front of the man.

"Hino!

The mighty magic of scattering scorching heat and flaming light stops the movement just before it strikes a man.

The drunk man falls over with his hips slipping into a fire dragon that suddenly appears.

I approached the man with a trick and a deliberate footstep, and said:

"Less than customers. If it's too late, how about the next one?

"Hey, you're not kidding!

The man looked like he had woken up drunk with one shot, and when he stood up in a hurry, he left the store at a glance.

Shortly afterwards, I heard voices, applause and whistling from all over the store.

I wonder if the regular people here mistake trouble for a spectacle or something.

I hope it doesn't matter, but while I'm a little worried, I speak to Rye who's in love.

"Rye, were you okay?

"Ugh, yeah, thanks, total"

"Good, 'cause if anything happens to Rye, it's gonna be tough."

"Oh..."

Rye leaned down like a light. But what I'm saying is natural.

If anything happens to Rye, the billboard daughter of this store and Mr. Oyaji's beloved daughter, my neck, which is hired, will fly.

I made sure the situation was over and hurried back inside the counter.

"Thanks"

Don't worry about it.

Back at the counter, it takes a word of labor from another billboard daughter, Sui, but I answer that lightly. There is more to be done than that.

Even though it was an emergency, there's so much disrespect in using what I put out to my customers on my own. This was a matter that required sincere service.

I hurried and just apologized to the man who borrowed [Daikiri].

"I'm sorry. We have consumed the earlier [daikiri], so we will make a new one."

"Yes, sir"

The man who should have visited the store for the first time today nodded and then asked in confusion.

"Um, Mr. Master. Are you the... 'Wizard'?

I stopped working on the question for a moment and said with a refreshing grin.

"No, I'm a bartender."

The man looks strange in that reply.

Then he sat next to him, supplemented by his shallow, dark-skinned boss.

"Yes, yes! I can make potions, I can use magic, the all-purpose profession is called 'bartender'! I've never seen you here before, either!

No.

But I know it's useless to say anything to this man, so all I did was smile ambiguously.