'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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Sweet True End

Looking at the screen on the display, he let out a sigh.

A few plates and liquor, as usual today, on a tabletop that has become noticeable even after continuous use. And the type of notebook PC I mentioned earlier.

A room I've been familiar with for years and a loved one I've seen for years.

Such a man asks me.

How was it?

I made my own sound novel.

He leaves the test play in his hands. He goes on after he says, "Thank you very much."

"I thought he was crazy to make a work that starts with his dead setup."

"It's not a work, it's my impression?"

To me, who pushed in like that, he says in the── evening fog.

Well, at the time I was the main character, it was pretty tough.

"Huh? It's fun to be emotional, isn't it?"

"No, I don't want to go to another world."

Having said that, the general turns to me with a white eye.

Really, this guy has been basically cold ever since we met.

However, when I talk about my favorite alcohol, I don't know because I'm going to leave me alone.

But at least.

"... besides, I don't want to think about you dying. Iba"

The part where I'm not dead seems to have something to think about.

When I said that, I tried to caress my lips with a good stroke, and was shaken off my hand.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

If you read this, you may already know it.

My name is Torisu Ibuki.

"Ibuki, tomorrow is better than that.──"

"That's not true!?" Is that what this game I've been building for years? "

"... well then, it's all the same with the feast."

"Does this guy only think about booze?"

There must have been something in my penetration that I thought of myself this time.

I'm too bad at switching stories. I don't think it was a man who was a bartender in "Making It".

The general said that after he was bothered by his head, he finally gave up and expressed his feelings.

“There was something I thought about, but I was funny.”

"Good. So what's tomorrow?"

"You're moving tomorrow, right? Are you ready now?"

Close the laptop that was open just now and say it a little seriously.

Moving, as the word suggests, this room, where at least the entire family has spent time since college, now houses a large amount of cardboard.

After that, it's only the furniture of the big guys who put it in tomorrow's coarse garbage, or leaving a few things on their hands.

The seasons are spring. The world is moving season, and it's not the only exception to this total, and I'm not the only one.

I don't have to, but I don't have to panic.

Well, I don't have anything big left in my house, okay?

"For that reason... the cardboard around here is all your personal belongings in one place."

“Come on, come on.

…………

Two boxes of cardboard is cute, isn't it?

This house is half my house anymore.

"...... That's enough. But you can go home to the rocks today, right?"

"I know, I know."

Well, I'm not going to outrage my landlord's not at home on the day I moved in.

If that happens, the movers you've already hired will be in trouble.

Therefore, I will say it with a little attention.

"That's right. It's almost late at night..."

"Be careful and go home."

"I'll send it to you."

"I'm still getting ready."

That said, the total refers to the dishes on the table and the small items that are still half organized.

As usual, he is a man of great detail.

I want you to learn a little more about yourself in "Making".

Well, the total amount of [Production] has deteriorated from the great experience of losing me, so there are some things I can't help.

Above all, the current total is not no good at all.

"Well then... nh"

"... what is it?"

"Goodbye kiss."

"...... haa"

After exhaling a sigh, the general gave me a gentle touch of kiss as he waited with his eyes twitching.

This kind of part has become a fruit of education, and it has come to be done properly.

Nmu. I'm not satisfied.

I don't want to...

My nod makes the general laugh like he gave up.

But I do.

Even with that look on his face, this inner man loves me.

And if you push it twice more, you can finally push it and drive me home.

Well...

I was very satisfied with a man who was always teasing me, but when I returned to my own house, a little coolness returned.

Rather than being calm, you might say a little guilt.

My room is almost empty of luggage.

Of course, the reason is that I sent most of the necessary things.

But that's not all.

In the first place, I have few personal belongings.

It is because I truly believe that it is luxury that I want so much in this world.

I'm sure that's not a good thing for me to forgive.

But still, I wanted to live with the general.

"The question is, what are we going to do with this will?"

I take out the envelope that was carefully sealed.

This is Torisu Ibuki's view of the fog.

In other words, the words of the soul that I wrote because I vaguely feel the future of my death.

It is a will addressed to the general who has lost me.

"... if you take it with you and find the general, you'll be worried."

The content does not differ from the original that came out in "In Production".

My wish is that you don't care if you lose me.

It is a word from my heart that I have accepted to die.

"... hey, you'd think so, Trace."

I meditate on my inner question. Naturally, there was no reply.

If there was a general here, he would look at me with white eyes.

"What are you going to do when you talk to the people of your story?" 'But he added.

After all, I have no choice but to smile at him.

Still, I never add a word of denial.

The truth is, I know that Sweet, Trace, and the world are never fiction.

Let's introduce ourselves again.

My name is Torisu Ibuki.

The household is a little more complicated and childhood is a little heavier.

And a woman with memories of her previous life.

My previous life was called "Tris Tonerico".

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I remembered when I said in the making that I was one step ahead of dying.

Specifically, just before Valentine's Day, the night before we headed to Shirakushu Distillery.

This is the very day on which I wrote this will.

At that time, I wrote this letter to be moved by something.

It seems that my heart understood that the crossroads of life will come soon.

No, in fact──, the mind or the soul would have understood.

Perhaps my life ends there in almost every── parallel parallel world.

The only exception is me who 'remembered' at that moment.

My previous life was created by the name of Tris Tonerico, and my soul is supposed to return to that world.

And when my death and my ugly love of dying obsessed with the Lord triggered the Lord's journey into another world.

And in almost all of the future, which branches out in various ways in the future, "Tris Tonerico" is to complete its life.

For example, a route called Sweet's True End can lose lives by protecting the total like the one played by the total.

On the contrary, it can become a Las Boss who should be defeated as a beast of jealousy without resisting the writing of Hermes.

In several parallel worlds, Trace Tonerico walks through a variety of life.

And it was just never tied to the general.

That's why I'm here now.

Torisu Ibuki is a Gentile born from the many thoughts of Trace Toneriko who came together to live in the same world as the general.

However, there is a time contradiction here.

If Torisu Ibuki was born with a previous life called Tris Toneriko.

Why was the first Trace Tonerico born in the first place?

Trace was originally created based on the memories of Torisu Ibuki in the general population.

But without Trace, Ibuki Torii wouldn't exist.

And without Ibuki Torii, there would be no Trace.

Whichever comes first is strange.

This may be described as' whether the egg is first or the chicken is first '.

With thousands of memories of my previous life, I will not be able to reach that answer.

But the answer is not important.

The important thing is. Just the fact that I chose to 'live' in this world.

The memory of Trace and the memories of the many worlds connected to it.

When I remembered all of that, the first thing I thought was "cheating".

There was a world where── women who knew almost all of the women except me were bound to be connected to the general.

The only ones without it were Ibuki Torii, who was already dead, and Trace Tonerico, who was promised death by Fate and the Demon King.

Therefore, Torisu Ibuki and Trace twisted only one major principle.

I mean, I didn't accept the fate of death in this world.

After I confessed on Valentine's Night, I definitely showed "Heda".

I forced the general into my house and ate it within the day.

As a result, all the futures that were supposed to happen in this world collapsed.

That day, Ibuki Tori, who met with the accident during the date meeting, disappeared.

Inevitably, there was no one who wanted to be a bartender.

In this world today, there are Torisu Ibuki and Sogo, who have found employment in a very mediocre way.

No, I should say I was there.

At the moment, it has already become an irreversible past.

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”...... I don't need this anymore, do I?”

I tore up the will that I had in my hand from "Torisu Ibuki" to "Yumi Sogo".

The trash can has also been discarded, so throw the burning garbage in a bag.

At the same time, this will no longer makes sense.

I've been cheating and cheating, but I can't do it anymore.

Tomorrow, it is known that [Torisu Ibuki] will disappear from this world.

"Fufufu. Fufufu"

Then I jumped into bed and closed my eyes as I was in the mood.

I feel guilty.

Because I have not chosen, I have no way of knowing at least what happened to the other world in this world.

Still, there's only one world I could go to for a happy ending.

"... see you tomorrow, Gross."

That's right.

As of today, Torisu Ibuki will be gone from this world.

Tomorrow, I'm going to be "Ibuki Ibuki".

Oh, yeah.

Let me assure you that I will not describe the future.

Because my future is a completely different story from that of [Bartender].

/(n) parallel end/