189 Once upon a time Dangi (1/2)

-- ”Taverna Lute”

The bonfires hanging on the walls give the restaurant a warm orange color.

The sound of the moisture from the wood exploding is gentle, however, and melts away into the bustle of laughing customers.

The lute that gives the store its name is the name of a musical instrument.

It is said that the previous owner played it as a hobby, and used to perform every day at a certain time.

According to the waitress girl, he was not very good at it.

That's why the lute is now displayed with its strings removed at the back of the store, on the wall right above the table where Futa, Izuna and Motosuke are sitting.

A musical instrument. ...... I haven't had much luck with that.

While picking up an appetizer, Futa looked up at the lute hanging on the wall and muttered.

I don't either.

The instrument, which has a unique shape like a pear cut in half, is described by Izuna as ”like a gourd, no matter how many times I see it.

Mochisuke has no memory of it either. I can recognize the scale if I hear it.

Scales. Izuna nodded in agreement.

”Ah, Hanihohetoiroha.

What's that? Do-re-mi-fa-sor-si-do, right?

What's that?

The two large men looked at each other with curious eyes.

”Different countries have different musical scales,” Mochisuke replied.

Is that so?

I didn't know that.

Two large, ignorant men were being rebuked by a child.

I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one who's had a bad experience.

”Why don't you ask them?

When I inquired, the answer was unanimously do-re-mi-fa-sorashido.

Really? Is my country so minor?

It's nothing to be upset about. --Besides...

I glanced at the center of the crowded auditorium.

I glanced at the center of the crowd and saw that in Izuna's country, ”Do-Re-Mi” is ”Hani-Ho”!

So that's what this restaurant will be from today!

Done!

”Ha-nee-ho-hee-ho-ee-lo-ha ！！！！

Wordlessly, Huta turns back to Izuna.

...... This place is turning into your dictatorship.

It's a warm place.

Are you honest?

Izuna rubs the bridge of his nose and sips his drink.

”Anise has already gone to rewrite her predecessor's score, Master.

It's a warm place.

You can't mess with the old ones, can you?

Anise is a waitress girl with a bandana on her forehead. She is the daughter of the current owner of the restaurant, which means she must be the grandson of the previous owner.

Her grandchild is playing with her precious things as she pleases.

Thinking about it for a while, Futa began to cry.

If I ever have a grandchild, I want you to take better care of your things.

Anyway...

Izuna muttered as she gobbled up a plate of penne with cheese on top.

I haven't listened to music in a while.

I haven't listened to music in a while.

For Futa, the first thing that comes to mind when he thinks of music is the maid's music box in his room.

The first thing that comes to mind when you think of music is a music box made by a maid in your room. You don't really like music, so you don't pay attention to it, but then you look at the plate in front of you.

As he ate his order of pasta pomodoro, Futa thought.

I heard that pasta sings and dances, but I wonder if they have a song for it.

”Pasta?　”Pasta? Oh, you said that yourself?

”...... Yeah, well, yeah. Yeah, partly.

”Heh. You're a cute little girl at your age. You should take care of your sister.

”Oh, yeah.

You'll be able to find a lot of people who are interested in you.

I'm sure you'll have a great time. And moreover.

”Futa Pomodoro. My sister is to be cherished.

”Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

You can't say that because you just delved into the relationship between Izuna and Motisuke right in front of me.

To divert the conversation, Futa said.

I don't know if you know anyone who knows anything about music, Izuna.

”Hmm?　I don't know.

He crossed his arms and looked up at the sooty ceiling.

There was a lot of music in my hometown. I wasn't that interested in it. I wasn't that interested in it, but... no, this has nothing to do with it.

Just tell me what's on your mind.

It's not a big deal. There was a priestess who said she had to deliver a song to a sacred mountain. That was before we got to the Colosseum.

Was it a good song?

I don't know. I don't know. She said something about dying if I sang it, so I ticked off the sacred mountain. I don't have to sing anymore and I'm probably still a priestess in the country, aren't I?

You really do that kind of thing all the time. ......

?　I told you it has nothing to do with you.

You're right, it's irrelevant, but you're a hell of a troubleshooter.

I'm not sure what to make of that.

In the end, I guess this guy is fine as long as he's satisfied.

So, well, the Colosseum--unfortunately, not many people in the Colosseum hang out with me.

Me neither.

Ha-ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha.

Two men sharing a drink.

Master. What's so funny? Master.

It was hard to answer that it was rather sad.

I'm not sure what you mean by that.

You'll be able to find a lot more information on the web.

I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one.

Pasta told you that?　Yeah, I did. When I told him I was quitting, he said, 'I'm quitting too,' as if he had made up his mind. I'm quitting too!

Didn't he love you?

I don't think so, man.　I don't think so. That was the first time I talked to him outside of a game. It's not like we traveled together. In fact, you're the only one with a reason to quit. Do you have any idea?

”...... No, I don't.

No, but... No, but...” Futa held his head.

What's the matter?

You can't trust me anymore to know something I don't know. ......

Ah, .......

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you. Then there's Urushinotachi.

I haven't seen him since the final, does Izuna know anything about him?

I don't know anything. But he always disappears after a loss.

I didn't know that. ......

At least watch the game.

No, I didn't. I was only watching the game. ......

Can't blame you. Neither could I.

Ha-ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha.

Master. Futa Pomodoro. I... I don't understand. Master?

I want you to leave me alone.

With that in mind, Izuna wiped Motisuke's mouth and Futa offered him a new juice.

Mochisuke had no choice but to sip the grape juice.

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out how to get the best out of it.

”Oh, wait ....... Now that you mention it, I remember. He used to play the viola.

Really? Oh, no, where?

Futa's memory of Aylan.

Izuna was surprised, but both of them were beginning to enjoy looking for the person who played the instrument in the past.

I was playing it in the middle of the Colosseum after it was closed when I was coming home from training.