'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Viola! I got it! I'll put up a little wall!

"Copy that!"

At the moment of stepping into the opponent's territory, from the dragon grass, as earlier, an intense tool stretches.

He came straight at me and Suey and the rear guard at a rate that cut through the air.

Viola plays, cleaves, and plays it on the front line.

But there will be limits to that, too. I set up the gun I was ready for.

"Basic attribute 'Salam 45ml', additional attribute 'Lime 1/6', lineage 'Build', material 'Coke' up"

I immediately proclaimed to cover her.

Even in a land unfavourable state, the gun in your hand will lose and roar hard.

"[Cuba libre]!

The wall of flames spreads before us again. It was shot alone, so compared to the wall earlier, it is poor.

However, it still has the effect of slightly flickering the dragongrass tool of having strong magic resistance.

Viola's burden was visibly reduced.

"Sui!"

I speak to Sui.

Since she entered the range, she had closed her eyes to unify her spirit.

I'm going to get my feet on the ground moist and assimilate into this world.

When that sentiment turned my head.

She opens her eyes cuttingly.

He began that chant as he looked straight at his enemies.

"Magic of the wind. The Spirit of Change."

There was a wind.

In her, an enhanced and amplified force.

In addition to its original qualities, the mighty 'Magic of the Wind', enhanced by a triple potion,

It's not just in the body, it's all around it, it's affecting it.

"The bearer of the Ethereal Dome, comes the void. Wear it, storm of fierce dust, tear the hegemony and tear the wings"

It's a longer chant than ever.

The wind that winds like a storm tells the story of its power.

As stirred by the wind, the [Cuban libre] I put up has also gained more power, and the Tsuru approaching the viola fighting forward has also diminished its momentum.

That's how powerful the hidden magic is.

The chant went into the last bar.

Blessings echo the sounds, and awakens the dreams of the sky, the blades of the fierce wind that pierce all of him.

When I chanted the word out, the air stopped pounding as soon as possible.

Until then, the raging magic concentrated on one point.

Tranquility as if it had gotten into your eyes in a fierce typhoon.

That alone makes the phenomenon that's been happening feel like a dream.

"Run!"

That's how I fell in love with Viola.

The blurry head finally brings up the next action.

I ran as hard as I could toward Dragongrass so I could be played.

"Gyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Are you angry at me for coming towards defenselessness?

Dragongrass turns his aim from sui to me and stretches that tool.

I won't avoid it.

If we keep going like this,

In less than a second, I'll be stabbed through by a tulle.

But twist that fear with the power of your will.

Coming from behind, I believed Sui's words.

"Stormhenge Bolt!

A tsuru that had come to my sight was shot down by an arrow of wind.

The wind stitches the tulle to the ground and seals the movement.

I go further. Put your sinking feet forward.

One more, two more, and countless more twats coming at me go.

Attack, obstruct, capture and take a variety of actions, just like each one has the will.

And the arrows of the wind, coming down from the sky, shall smite them down.

Enemy attacks never reach me.

Every time you take a step forward, attack like a storm and a guardian arrow to wear it.

So much so that my heart says it's buggy, but I'm so scared that I'm going crazy.

Still, I can't help but wonder that I can safely move on.

(Received!

How many seconds did it take to get here?

I'm finally, in front of the demon,

I ran off to where I could reach "Coantro," and stopped my leg.

You won't have time to prepare a major cup.

From the porch, four bullets were removed and chanted.

"The waves of life, the ancient intentions, I set forth the appearance of this world."

In my hands, they spread.

One is to Shaker,

One is on ice,

One is in 15 ml lemon juice,

And one in 30 ml of 'vodka'.

An already weighed ingredient is sucked into the shaker as it dances.

But this is not enough.

Take away one fruit in front of you.

Like tomatoes, they are soft to the point where they are likely to be crushed by hand.

Exactly what I was asking.

I squeezed it, relying solely on my eyes and senses, poured fruit juice.

Fruit juice that feels thick and viscous falls zero out of the gap in the hand.

The open scent reached my nose.

its, sweet and refreshing citrus notes,

Koanthro is also 15ml.

Around, as always, there are storms and violent winds.

But they're already out of consciousness.

I stand alone, on the ground, gripping the shaker.

Use your knees to tighten the lid instead of the slab you always strike.

I concentrated everything on the shaker at my fingertips and shook it.

Shaker plays a pleasant sound.

Wind, ice, and liquid tailor them like music.

From the fingertips, changes in temperature like chilli and cold are transmitted as they should be.

The 'music' inside seems to be telling me that I want to jump out quickly, wondering if it's finished yet.

Eventually, I slowly stopped Shaker.

I regret that I can't pour him the contents, but I can't show anyone the completion.

I will ammunition the contents only with liquid.

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

I opened the shaker and took one bullet in my hand, regardless of the ice that popped out of it.

That blue and white bullet fits into my hand with a slight chill.

Without hesitation, I put that bullet in the gun I pulled out of my hips.

"Basic attributes' Wotta 30ml ', additional attributes' White Curaçao 15ml ',' Lemon 15ml ', lineage' Shake '"

'White Curaçao' means' Coantro 'liquor.

If no 'coanthro' is specified for the material, it is desirable to keep the notation 'white curaçao' for the material.

The cocktail is pure white.

Citrus acidity and sweetness. 'Vodka' exists calmly to envelop them.

A gentle drink that doesn't make you feel the degrees, sweet comfort like the music you listen to at night.

Now, the crisp acidity never leaves its expression tender.

A serene evening visit to the city closed to 'ice and snow', if you like.

Three elements of the cocktail: acidity, sweetness and degrees.

It can be called one completion, the golden ratio.

The name of the cocktail, which appears based on vodka, is...

"Total! No more time!

I heard Sui.

How many seconds would that have been a promise?

I don't remember anymore. I can't think.

I just saw a giant 'customer' standing forward, like a doll who faithfully performs orders.

The gun in my hand shook at the joy of finding someone to turn to.

This is the first and last cocktail I'm offering this guy.

"[Balalaika]"

It is the blue and white light bullets that are emitted from the muzzle.

It punctured the center of Dragon Grass, who had set a goal for me and repeatedly attacked me.

"... siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii?

Dragongrass, at first, seemed not to understand what it was that was unleashed on him.

After a little confusion, you decide that Dragongrass is fine, or you try to stretch the tulle towards me.

But the dragongrass tulle moved dull like a rusty machine and eventually stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the effect of [Balalaika] appears in visible form.

Ambient air, marshland specific moisture, solidifies rapidly and cools.

As the rind rang, the magic of the pierced 'Wotta' began to ice instantly, entangling the surroundings.

Stones would be 'flames' to deal with plants.

But in this swamp, the effect of the flames is said to be diminished.

So what else is valid.

If it's not flames, the ice and the market are set.

The magic of "Wotta" gathered in the air, becomes an ice-cold and emerges.

They were released towards Dragongrass without waiting for the timing.

Through mighty magic resistance, they pierce into dragongrass one after the other.

The ice column eaten into the body traps the surrounding space around it into ice.

Each and every one of those changes is never enough to swallow dragongrass.

But one after the other, the growing ice cage grows and goes little by little, swallowing the giant.

Even the lake that sinks cannot escape the hands of the Ice Devil.

And it lasted until it encompassed all the dragon grass.

"It was probably a snail"

After that one word, there was no one left to reply to on the spot.

All that was there was one sculpture wrapped in ice and finished life activities.