I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Then, let's start, the 'Omakase Juice' freshly squeezed on site..."

"Hey, hey, hey... Please, Omakase, Juice! 』

In the box, amidst the soft and neat slogans of the waiters, the sound of fruits being squeezed and broken can be heard one after another.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo wah 』

"Ordinary 'Omakase Juice' is not enough, let me pour water of life and German stout for you to completely ignite this feast... Ton, ton, ton, ton..."

"Bastard Kengo, don't just bring over the bad habit of 'depth charge' from the Kendo club! 』

What got mixed up in the middle were the excited cheers of the four of Araki Sosuke and the chaotic applause.

"So, was the 'goods' brought in hidden inside the fruit? It's the same old and practical technique as in the Goku movie."

"Close the door on purpose, and use freshly squeezed juice to cover up the smell of the traded items. It's a comprehensive method, but it's a pity that I can't hide the old man's protruding ears..."

"Hmph, do you want to disguise the lively scene from the sound effect and cover up the real movement of the transaction? No wonder you have to find so many people together...Let me confirm with my own eyes..."

Just when Hiroshi Tsuneda pouted his hips, leaned out in a "hidden" posture, and kept getting closer to the box door, and was about to open the door to find out...

A slender shadow blocked the light above his head.

"My guest, the 'Omakase Juice' you ordered is here, can I serve it to you now?"

Appearing in Hiroshi Tsuneda's line of sight was the waiter with a sweet smile and a casual swimsuit style.

"Guest, guest?!"

The small bowl in her hand contained sweet oranges, grapes, lemons and other fruits.

"Oh... oh... sorry to trouble you..."

『Is my business going to start? 』

Under the strange gaze of the waiter, Hiroshi Toda could only return to a decent sitting posture resentfully.

"But where did she hide the 'goods' of the deal? It’s not in the bowl, maybe it’s on your body...』

Resisting the itching in his nostrils, he scanned the waiter and the things in her hands with scorching eyes, and suddenly froze somewhere...

"Damn it, I can't see it at all, did you hire a 'G-rank' waiter on purpose for the convenience of hiding the goods... Wait, what is this? ! 』

Changtian Hiroshi noticed this.

"Hand, manual juicer? !

He instantly recognized that it was a very common household handmade fruit juicer made of silicone material with a retail price of 800 yen by Don Quixote.

This simple and ancient tool, invented in the last century, only needs to cut the fruit in half, press the protruding threaded side, squeeze it hard, and rotate it to get the juice in the fruit.

However, with the prevalence of "electric slag-free juice machines" and "portable juice cups", these things have already become the tears of the times.

"Today we used Karatsu tangerines from Saga prefecture, Meyer lemons from Miyazaki prefecture, and Sunshine Muscat grapes from Saitama prefecture, all of which are in the 'best consumption time'..."

Seemingly accustomed to the scorching gazes of customers, this waitress has skillfully cut lemons, oranges and grapes in half...

"No way, are you really just planning to squeeze juice normally?"

Just when Hiroshi Changtian's eyes gradually became empty because the other party introduced the fruit in the bowl solemnly and showed no signs of "trading"...

"Then, let me start, the 'Omakase Juice' freshly squeezed on site..."

The waitress picked up the cut half of an orange and approached the silicone juicer...

"Hey, hey, hey... Please, Omakase, Juice!"

With painstaking slogans, she exerted strength with both hands and pressed the mandarin into the juicer...

The Saga Karatsu tangerine, which is full of water, surges out a lot of juice!

"No, as expected, it is a Saga prefecture Karatsu tangerine!..."

While Hiroshi Hiroshi’s pupils were shaking, the orange juice, which was rich in sugar and viscous, flowed down the gully of the “funnel” below and dripped into the transparent juice cup...

"I-I see, this is 'Omakase Juice'..."

Along with the juice dripping synchronously, there were two nosebleeds on his long and narrow cock.

"Guest, guest... you are bleeding... is it all right?"

"It's okay, the recent climate is too dry..."

Focusing motionlessly on the half of the gradually shriveled sweet orange, Hiroshi Tokata randomly stuffed tissues into his nostrils, and righteously refused the waiter's concern.

"Don't delay work because of me, please (Omakase) please continue!"

in a minute.

"The freshly squeezed 'Omakase Juice' is ready, please use it slowly."

After picking up the shriveled peels and small bowls of sweet oranges, grapes and lemons, the disheveled waiter bowed and retreated under Hiroshi Tsuneda's unsatisfied eyes...

On the table, there is a glass of mixed juice that is 80% full.

"Retract the foreword..."

Because his nostrils were stuffed with tissues, Hiroshi Tsuneda could only breathe with his mouth wide open like a fish coming ashore. With a blushing face, he picked up the warm juice on the table, and took a small sip...

“This is a nice store!”

"Not only is the style warm, the ingredients are fresh, the price is affordable, the waiters are also gentle and pleasant, and there are dishes that can relax the guests and wash away the tiredness of a day's work..."

Tasting the sweet juice with a little sourness and the sourness with a sweet aftertaste, Hiroshi Toda played back the very impactful scene a minute ago in his mind frame by frame...

He was as relaxed and comfortable as falling into the clouds, completely forgetting his original intention before coming here.

"Please, please add four more 'Omakase Juice for Two' immediately, thank you!" 』

"Wait, add?! And double, double...?!"

At the same time, in the box next door where the freshly squeezed "Omakase Juice" ended, words that made Hiroshi Tsuneda's veins burst.

"Unforgivable... Bastard, here, there is no 'underground exchange of spiritual removal materials' at all..."

Awakened by the bohemian and money-sipping words in the box, Hiroshi Tsuneda stood up abruptly, sprayed off the two blood-stained paper balls in his nostrils like an angry bull, strode to the box, and put his hand on the slender On the wooden sliding door...

"You brats who don't know what to do, wasted the precious working time of the old man for an afternoon, and it's really just because you received a bonus that you came to this kind of izakaya to indulge in money?!

...

"Senior Araki, are you the number one in Beijing?"

"What do you think? Kengo."

"Just today, just today... Cheers!"

The sliding door suddenly opened, and what appeared in Hiroshi Tsuneda's line of sight was Sousuke Araki and his party with flushed faces, toasting and celebrating...

"Hey, hey, hey..."

And two groups of waiters kneeling at the low table, embracing each other, shouting slogans, and cooperating to squeeze a sweet orange.

"...Please, Juice!"

"Oh, come on, I need to work harder at this angle!"

"Hold on, hold on... If the fruit falls, you will be punished with wine!"

And Takumi Fujiwara, who usually looks indifferent on the face of "the one who meets once in four thousand years", is now under the influence of alcohol, his face is flushed, his face is elongated, and he looks like a fool. "Double Omakase Juice"...

Obviously, because Yamada Kengo poured eau-de-vie and German stout into the "depth charge Omakase Juice Special Edition" during the juicing process, everyone's drunken progress was directly accelerated by ten times, revealing prematurely With a hideous face.

"Please (Omakase), as a generation representing the future of the spirit-killing world in Tokyo, can you do something that is more professional, serious, hardworking, and mysterious?!"

Looking at the scene in front of him that was not left out because of his intrusion, but was still in full swing and getting more and more intense, Hiroshi Tsuneda said "sad for his misfortune, angry for his indisputable".

"Oh... Hiccup... I said who is yelling... Isn't this Hiroshi..."

Sousuke Araki, who was sitting at the position closest to the sliding door, belatedly noticed the persuasive and seductive Vice President Tokita standing at the door.

"Do you know that when the old man was your age, after completing commissions with meager bonuses every day, he would support his exhausted body, use his spare time to consult ancient books, research and develop spiritual props until late at night, and spend a lot of time before going to bed? Half an hour to sincerely transcribe the Karma Sealing Curse..."

"So, your hair became like this? 』

Didn't listen to Hiroshi Tsuneda's lecture at all, Sousuke Araki stood up directly, raised the hero cup in hand: "It seems that Hiroshi, you are also a regular customer of this store? Is the taste surprisingly good?"

"As the spirit removers of the Heisei generation, we have caught up with the great era of advanced information flow, easy knowledge acquisition, and frequent exchanges among colleagues. You should... hmm?"

Hiroshi Toda's lecture had just begun, and a tall, devil-like figure reeking of alcohol had already appeared right behind him...

"You, what are you doing..."

A muscular arm covered with black runes quietly grabbed his neck...

Two fingers with alcohol, all kinds of food and some kind of subtle smell pinched his nose.

"Omakase Juice, the old man just now..."

"You're welcome, this is the special version of 'depth charge Omakase Juice' specially tuned by Kengo and directed by two beauties. You will definitely like it!" 』

Then, a 100% full Hero Cup rapidly enlarged in his sight...

"Gululululu...I...ton ton ton ton..."

No matter how tenderly Hiroshi Changtian held the Hero Cup to resist, he still couldn't stop the unknown liquid that was as sweet as fruit juice but started to burn like industrial alcohol when it entered the throat, violently poured into his mouth.

"Oh, Vice President Tokita has a good drinker, cheers!"

"So that's how it is. It's worthy of the courage of a middle-aged man who has experienced many battles...Cheers!"

"Cheers! Just for the heroic spirit of Vice President Tsukita, I will add an additional copy of 'Four People Omakase Juice'!"

"Can it serve four or four people?!"

There was no entanglement with the question of why Hiroshi Tsuneda appeared here. The passion of Fujiwara Takumi, Atsukai Rikuto and Yamada Kengo was ignited by the heroic "meeting wine" of the other party, and they warmly raised their glasses to welcome him to join.

"Hi... huh..."

At some point, he changed his grip from pushing to holding his head and took the initiative to drink up the last bit of "depth charge Omakase Juice Special Edition" in the cup. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Hiroshi Tsuneda heroically poured out the "depth charge Omakase Juice Special Edition" The wine glass is down, showing a circle like a hero.

"No, don't worry about it, I don't care about the 'Liquid Buddha's Secret Treasure', the historical development of butt pushing and removing spirit props, etc..."

Under the joint effect of 98-degree eau-de-vie, Kaiser German beer with a malt concentration of 20 degrees and pure distilled water of 105 degrees, his brain was in a daze, and he felt a different kind of excitement and joy in the spinning world.

"These brats, since they are in such a hurry to use up the bonus that just came into the account today... If you don't want to spoil you, don't I live up to the name of 'workplace socialite の Hiroshi' back then!"

The blurred vision swept across the drunken faces, the expensive dishes, and the waiters who worked hard to make the juice, and Hiroshi Tokota had a sinister smile on his mouth.

"Heh heh heh heh, after you squander this windfall, you will naturally come to me for a 'deal' with your pants off and crying! As long as you decipher the secrets and blend them into my Guangzhi's divine oil, the great era in which everyone can become a Buddha and a resentful spirit will soon begin in the hands of my "Buddha-becoming office workers"...』

Thinking of his great ideal, he pretended to inadvertently pick his heel back, and directly sealed the sliding door of the private room!

"Ah, ah, ah, the current Heisei abandoned house, is it just so grand?"

Then, Hiroshi Toda sat down cross-legged at the table familiarly, knocked on the empty Hero Cup: "...all, all, fill me up with wine!"

"Sorry... who did you say just now, Heisei... the abandoned house? ! 』

"Wow, as expected of a recruiter, the pressure from Vice President Tokita is so strong!" ! ! 』

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting anyone. When it comes to fighting wine, everyone here is rubbish!"

Then, he turned his head to the swimsuit waiters and said, "Guys, don't leave tonight..."

"Before this wine game decides the winner, I have been in charge of the unlimited supply of 'four-person depth charge Omakase Juice special edition' here, wow ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh, what Hiroshi said is right, let's squeeze twenty bursts first! Come on, fill up the wine, and toast to my great career of finally finding a lot of money!"

"I don't want to, what is worth a toast for mere money... Cheers for, for me to spend another month of full attendance safely!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuu... Kato-sensei... Cheers to my scarred youth memories!"

"Hi'er... Cheers to the unfinished action report, the unfinished data, and the ruthless old sister who manipulated me!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey... please, Juice! 』

"Oh heh heh, let this old man come to help you..."

『This guest, if you interfere with the cooking process at will, you will be kicked out of the shop! 』

Because of Hiroshi Toda's intrusion, the crowded box instantly turned into a raging Mount Fuji amidst the clinking of glasses, the sound of fruit cracking, and the noisy roar of several people.