Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

"You're really cunning, Sakurai-san."

"You actually said something so foul."

The wanton smile on his face froze. Be it out of greed or covetousness, the bartender messed up his hair, which was still neat even after the change of skin color.

"It's a loss-making business. It's a loss-making business."

"We shouldn't be greedy."

"We..."

"I've never suffered such a loss in my life."

He kept sighing, with regret visible on his face.

I don't know if the greed he mentioned refers to the betrayal of Sakurai this time, or the fact that he couldn't help but remove Sakurai from that family...

This thing that was stolen.

"You've already said this, what else can I say?"

"Our place is not too big. As you can see, there are only a few seats here and they are never full."

"But..."

“It’s no problem to free up a spot to entertain guests.”

"If you don't mind, you are always welcome to come and have a glass of milk when you pass by our shop."

Picking up the half cup of watermelon juice, he put it close to his lips and took small sips. The bartender's cynical face was full of helplessness, but in the end he chose to compromise.

Who made him...

There is no way I can give up on Mr. Sakurai, this big client.

This is the first time he has seen such a good-talking and nonchalant guy in his entire life.

It's such a pity that he had to meet such a guy.

This old guy, who has lived for who knows how long, is a bastard who always does whatever he wants. He gave his sister nicknames, complained to her face about her unmarriage, and secretly poured the dinner that his mother had carefully prepared into the river.

This cynical and mischievous devil was so hated by everyone in his hometown because of his mischief that after he ran away from home, his family wanted to celebrate for three days and three nights.

How come I am so lucky this time?

The bartender was so angry that he almost cried.

He regretted it so much. He had never done such a loss-making business in his life.

I hope the cows of his old friend can withstand his torture.

The bartender became even more depressed when he thought of the look in Sakurai's eyes last time, which said, "Your izakaya, which claims to have everything, can't even have milk?" He became mad and ran to his good-tempered old friend to borrow milk. The hoof mark on his face left by the kick made him even more depressed.

really...

He shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess on a whim.

Who wants to see fun but ends up becoming the fun themselves?

Who would order milk when going to a pub?

That makes sense.

This is reasonable!!!

The bartender was so depressed that he was about to cry.

He had never felt as miserable as he did today in his life. He had always been the one causing trouble for others, but for the first time he experienced the feeling of being the one being harmed.

If my old friends from my hometown knew about this, they would probably burst out laughing.

Really are...

So shameless.

Brother Sakurai, you are indeed...

Our nemesis.

The bartender couldn't imagine how bored he would be if Sakurai didn't come one day.

How lonely he would be without anyone to accompany him and this glass of milk. So...

He had no choice but to compromise.

"Brother Sakurai, you are really our nemesis."

"I have never seen a guest more difficult to deal with than you."

Rubbing at a corner of the cabinet, a certain unscrupulous businessman sighed helplessly.

55. Is my last name Sakurai or Sakuragawa?

"I remember, profiteer..."

"Thank you."

"Really, thank you very much."

Not sure how the bartender could think of so many things in one breath, Sakurai's mouth curled up slightly, and he expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

"Sakurai-san, are you smiling?"

"Sorry, it was a little subtle, I almost didn't notice it."

The bartender stared at Sakurai for a long time before noticing the inconspicuous smile on his lips, feeling a little regretful.

"What a shame! If Sakurai-san could laugh from the bottom of his heart one day, he would be very handsome."

Seeing Sakurai's expressionless face even when he was saying thank you, the bartender felt a little disappointed.

He is obviously a handsome guy of the same level as me, but why does he look like an icy person who doesn't want anyone to approach him?

If he was a little more friendly, wouldn't he have naturally introduced the young man to a blind date with his older sister, who has been single for as long as she has been alive?

Even if you don't like the elder sister who has nothing to offer except her looks, you can consider his second sister who has a great personality.

What a pity...

You missed the chance to reach the top overnight.

The bartender looked at Sakurai with regret and felt sorry for Sakurai.

certainly...

He would never say such things openly, he didn't want to explain it here.

That's so unlucky.

"Is that right?"

After thinking about it, considering that he was a bartender, Sakurai decided to show the smile he learned from Kirisu Mafuyu in the past.

Looking at such a [happy] smile, the bartender seemed to have failed a san check and was completely dumbfounded.

He finally rejected his mother's suggestion that he stay for dinner. When he came to his senses, he pinched his nose bridge with lingering fear and slapped himself twice with tears in his eyes.

He successfully washed his eyes until two lines of painful tears fell from his eyes and his face was a little red and swollen.

Wiping off the goose bumps all over his body, the bartender swore that he had never seen such a strange combination in all his years.

"Brother Sakurai, I have never asked anyone for anything in my life, but this time I want to ask you for a favor."

"Just think of this as a plea from us, okay? This smile that you learned from others is really not suitable for you."

"Wait until you can smile from the bottom of your heart, then show it to me."

"We are old now and really can't stand this kind of torture."

"It will shorten my lifespan. I haven't lived long enough yet. I don't want to see my mother so soon."

Standing up, he walked across the bar of the izakaya and put a hand on Sakurai's shoulder. The bartender had silently put on a mask of pain.

"I see."

Sakurai tilted his head, expressing his incomprehension.

But since it was the bartender's request, Sakurai listened carefully.

He put away the smile on his face and returned to his expressionless look.

The bartender heaved a sigh of relief, Oh my god, that was really life-threatening!!!

"Well, it's getting late, and it seems like there won't be any customers coming at this time."

"We're not happy about losing business so soon, but we're almost ready to close."

"Brother Sakurai, you know that although I look very young, I am actually an old man."

After the usual mumbling, the bartender slowly fished out five food remains from under the bar.

"Come and see."

"We finally found this for you, Sakurai-kun."

Dried meat, green rice balls, dried fish, bananas and wheat ears.

"They are definitely first-rate stuff. If you let your cute assistant eat them all at once, as long as she can digest them instead of exploding immediately, she will definitely be able to control her eyes."

"How about it, let's give you some face."

The bartender, with one hand on his waist, was quite proud, with praise written all over his face. It could be said that he was winking at a blind man.

Sakurai didn't read any such message from his face.

"According to the distribution method arranged by the implementation, only one of the rewards for the task will be hers."

"She can't get more for now."

Sakurai finally managed to control the instinctive desire to eat all of it on the spot, and gave this answer while swallowing his saliva.

"That's all for today. Come back next time when you have time."