#lend of the lustrous

[djinik0w0]

:³

Я сделал редиз начало положено

До сих пор стыдно за то что вышло тогда 👀💦

Так что скорее всего будет не линейное повествование (будет легче совместить это с моим графиком) потом поймёте о чем я говорю

Я заряжена на победу 💪 и поэтому решила отойти от канона (конечно если заходите я отдельно отрисую Льюиса по всем канонам страны самоцветов ))

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The Spearmaster, dressed up as his primary design inspirations

If you like reading, I've included commentary about the Spearmaster's inspirations below the cut.

I don't have as much to say about the Spearmaster's design compared to the Swordmaster, since his design doesn't stray that far from Piripu's base design. The biggest departure is the mane the Spearmaster has, which is directly inspired by Goku's (of Dragon Ball, if I needed to tell you) Super Saiyan 3 design. The thing is, I never referenced the SS3 design at all when first drawing the Spearmaster, so his hairstyle is moreso based on my vague memory of what super saiyans with long hair look like. As a result, the Spearmaster's hair looks a lot softer than Goku's, which is so spiky. Not something I'm upset about, but I do find it very funny.

Ah right, there's also the second guy in the drawing — Bobby from the Deadcells animated trailers. He's technically called the Beheaded but Bobby is the named used for the guy in the trailers. From the start I knew I wanted the Spearmaster to be cool, but I also wanted him to be charming (an aspect which may not carry visually all the time but one I try to keep in mind while writing). In the animated trailers, Bobby depicted equal parts cool and equal parts silly. Can hold himself up in a fight, but no doubt has an arrogant/cocky side that leads him to, for lack of better words, eat shit. I think there's also something somewhere about Bobby having a flair for the dramatic. Some of these aspects are reflected in how I see the Spearmaster. Goku also has some charming aspects about him but I can only describe them in vaguer terms. Like, look at the reference photo I put in the image above. Doesn't his smile scream "It's me, Goku!"?

These characters have more to do with how I see the Spearmaster carrying himself in battle as opposed to more mundane situations.

Kyoko Sakura, from Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Probably the character that solidified my choice in making Piripu the Spearmaster after realizing Sayaka was an inspiration for the Swordmaster. Kyoko has a specific lunging attack she does which I often imagine the Spearmaster doing as well.

Morganite, from Land of the Lustrous: When thinking about how the Spear/Swordmaster fight, there was this one video I'd watch a lot as reference. It mainly features Morganite fighting alongside their partner Goshanite. Aside from the swaggy animation, I'll point out that the dialogue between Morganite and Goshanite is very similar to how I see an exchange between the Sword/Spearmaster going. Morga/Gosha even have vaguely similar color schemes to the Spear/Swordmaster!

Bort, also from Land of the Lustrous: As you might see from the reference photo of them I used, Bort's hair lends itself to making very unique shapes while Bort is in action. I forget where in the manga this scene appears, but there's a moment where Bort is depicted descending upon an enemy, but its shot from afar. Despite the distance, you can still tell its them from the abstract shape of their hair. This aspect is something I'd like to tap into if I drew the Spearmaster in action.

[tokidokitokyo]

ことわざ 17/?

ことわざ are Japanese proverbs, and I have listed some basic proverbs, their equivalents in English, and a rough translation of the meanings of the Japanese phrase.

There is a test for ことわざ called the ことわざ能力検定 (ことわざのうりょくけんてい) and these are some of the phrases that appear in level 9 or 9級 (10 being the lowest level). For the time being, try one or two of these out the next time you speak with a native Japanese speaker!

ことわざ (こと検9級): 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 More ことわざ (こと検10級): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

眉を��める

まゆをひそめる

to furrow your brow

furrow your brow

緑の黒髪

みどりのくろかみ

lustrous black hair

black hair with a greenish sheen

身に染みる

みにしみる

to be deeply moved; to have wind/cold pierce the body

a feeling that permeates the body

身につまされる

みにつまされる

to be touched by another's plight

feel a pinch of guilt on your body

身の毛がよだつ

みのけがよだつ

hair-raising; spine-tingling

have your body's hair stand up in fear or from cold

耳が痛い

みみがいたい

hitting close to home

accurate criticism that is painful to the ear

耳が早い

みみがはやい

in the know

ears are quick to receive new information

耳に入れる

みみにいれる

to inform

put into someone's ear

耳に胼胝ができる

みみにたこができる

to hear ad nauseum

told something so much it creates calluses in your ears

耳に付く

みみにつく

irritating or annoying (sound)

a sound that sticks in the ear

耳寄りな話

みみよりなはなし

a topic of interest

talk that makes ears approach

耳を疑う

みみをうたがう

to doubt your own ears

doubt your ears

耳を貸す

みみをかす

to lend an ear

lend an ear

耳を傾ける

みみをかたむける

to listen closely

tilt your ear over to listen

耳を澄ます

みみをすます

to focus your attention (and listen)

clear out your ears

耳を揃える

みみをそろえる

to get the money together (to pay a debt)

arrange the ears (edges) of your coins

身を入れる

みをいれる

to give it your all

put in your whole body

身を切られる思い

みをきられるおもい

heartrending

a thought that cuts your body

身を削る

みをけずる

to work yourself sick

whittle away your body with work

身を粉にする

みをこにする

to work hard without complaint

work your body into powder

身を立てる

みをたてる

to make something of yourself; to make it on your own

raise up your body

胸が痛む

むねがいたむ

to feel great sympathy

chest in pain

胸が一杯になる

むねがいっぱいになる

to be overcome with emotion

chest like a cupful of joy or sadness

胸が躍る

むねがおど��

excited; psyched up

chest dancing with joy or in anticipation

胸が騒ぐ

むねがさわぐ

to feel uneasy

chest disturbing you with feeling something bad is going to happen

胸がすく

むねがすく

to be relaxed, worry-free

chest clear of worry

胸が詰まる

むねがつまる

to feel uneasy

chest stuffed with sadness or worry

胸に刻む

むねにきざむ

to take something to heart

engrave on your chest

胸を痛める

むねをいためる

to cause someone emotional distress

cause pain in another's chest

胸を打つ

むねをうつ

to touch someone's heart

strike someone's chest

胸を借りる

むねをかりる

to train with a superior

in sumo, to borrow someone's chest is to have the honor of training with them

胸を撫で下ろす

むねをなでおろす

to let out a sigh of relief

rub down your chest and let go of worries

胸を膨らませる

むねをふくらませる

to be wide-eyed and full of hope

inflate your chest with hope or joy

目から鱗が落ちる

めからうろこがおちる

to have the scales fall from your eyes

to have the scales fall from your eyes

目から鼻へ抜ける

めからはなへぬける

sharp as a tack

from a story where a craftsman enters the eye of a Buddha statue to affix the eye from inside. since he’s trapped he has the brilliant idea to escape through the nose of the statue.

目から火が出る

めからひがでる

to see stars

sparks coming out of your eyes

目が利く

めがきく

to be discerning

effective eyes

目が肥える

めがこえる

to be discerning

eyes grown fat with experience and knowledge

目頭が熱くなる

めがしらがあつくなる

to tear up with emotion

eyes and head warm with emotion

目が高い

めがたかい

to be highly discerning

so learned, it's as if your eyes are surveying from high above

目が無い

めがない

① to have no eye for something; ② to lose objectivity

① have no eye for something; ② no eye for, or blind to, reality

目が回る

めがまわる

to be extremely busy

so busy your eyes are spinning

目くじらを立てる

めくじらをたてる

to needlessly nitpick

raise up the speck in the corner of someone's eye for all to see

目糞鼻糞を笑う

めくそはなくそをわらう

the pot calling the kettle black

eye crud laughing at snot

目と鼻の先

めとはなのさき

extremely close together

as close as the space before your eye and nose

目に余る

めにあまる

to be unforgivable, unable to be overlooked

too much for your eyes to handle

目に物見せる

めにものみせる

to teach someone a lesson; to show someone what's what

show something before someone's eyes

目の色を変える

めのいろをかえる

to put on your game face

change the color of your eyes to indicate seriousness or anger

目の上の瘤

めのうえのこぶ

a thorn in your side; a pain in the butt

a person whose existence is like a lump above your eye

目の黒いうち

めのくろいうち

while you still live; while you still draw breath

while your eyes are still black (grey/white pupils indicate death)

目の毒

めのどく

something you really don't need to see right now

poison for the eyes because it will trigger craving/desire or cause discomfort

目も当てられない

めもあてられない

a sight that is too much to bear

so horrible, eyes can't hold witness to it

目もくれない

めもくれない

to completely ignore

not give an eye (attention) to something

目を疑う

めをうたがう

to not be able to believe your own eyes

doubt your eyes

目を奪われる

めをうばわれる

to be captivated

have your sight stolen and held captive by something

目を覆う

めをおおう

to cover your eyes

cover your eyes in fear

目を掛ける

めをかける

to show favoritism

place eyes upon, watch over someone

目を配る

めをくばる

to keep an eye on

distribute your gaze around the area

目を皿のようにする

めをさらのようにする

to widen one’s eyes in shock

make your eyes like plates

目を白黒させる

めをしろくろさせる

to be shocked and flustered

eyes darting so fast they look white and black

目を付ける

めをつける

to fix your gaze upon something

attach your eyes

目を盗む

めをぬすむ

to do something in secret

steal someone's eyes, act outside their vision

目を光らせる

めをひからせる

to keep careful watch

shine your gaze upon someone/something

目を引く

めをひく

to draw attention; to create a distraction

pull someone's gaze

目を細める

めをほそめる

to smile warmly

smile so that your eyes narrow

目を丸くする

めをまるくする

to open your eyes wide in shock

make your eyes round

目を見張る

めをみはる

to be impressed or moved emotionally

eyes open wide in pleasant surprise

目を剥く

めをむく

to have eyes wide in shock or anger

eyes peeled wide open

[talonabraxas]

Zadakiel, Archangel of Jupiter ♃ Talon Abraxas

Archangel Sachiel, also known as Zadkiel, is revered as the archangel of Thursday (Jupiter) and the Sixth Heaven (Zebul). Known as “The Righteousness of God,” Sachiel embodies qualities of benevolence, mercy, and memory. He is associated with Jupiter, the planet of expansion, growth, and abundance, underscoring his role as a bestower of blessings and good fortune.

Sachiel played a significant role in religious texts, such as preventing Abraham from sacrificing his son Isaac. He serves as a chief aid to Michael during battles and presides over the celestial Temple and the angelic choirs in the sixth heaven. As a divine messenger, Sachiel encourages individuals to align their actions with principles of righteousness, mercy, and integrity.

The Role of Archangel Sachiel in Religious Texts

In iconography, Sachiel is often depicted holding a scroll or book, symbolizing his connection to knowledge and divine law. He is also shown with a merciful expression, reflecting his role as a compassionate intercessor and advocate for humanity. Sachiel’s connection to Jupiter highlights his expansive energy and the wisdom he imparts to those who seek his guidance.

How and Why People Pray to Archangel Sachiel

People invoke Archangel Sachiel for various reasons, primarily seeking abundance, wisdom, and spiritual growth. Here are some common reasons why individuals pray to Sachiel:

Abundance and Prosperity: Sachiel is called upon to attract blessings, good fortune, and the fulfillment of righteous desires.

Wisdom and Knowledge: Individuals seek Sachiel’s guidance in understanding divine laws, expanding their knowledge, and cultivating a generous and compassionate spirit.

Spiritual Growth: Sachiel aids in personal growth and spiritual development, helping individuals align with higher learning and spiritual understanding.

Offerings and Correspondences

Offerings

Incense: Cedar, pine, sage, cinnamon, nutmeg, clove — Aromatic woods and spices associated with Jupiter’s expansive and purifying energy.

Foods and Items: Traditionally, animals and foods associated with life-giving power. In modern times, this can be symbolically represented by eggs and wheat.

Correspondences

Gemstones: Amethyst, lapis lazuli, sapphire — These blue and purple stones resonate with Jupiter’s regal and spiritual qualities.

Plants: Oak, fig, maple, sage, purple flowers — Trees and plants linked to growth, wisdom, and nobility are sacred to Jupiter.

Symbols: Thunderbolt, eagle, oak tree, royal purple, scales of justice — Representing Jupiter’s dominion over wisdom, sovereignty, and divine law.

Metals: Tin — This malleable and lustrous metal corresponds to Jupiter’s association with expansion and abundance.

Ritual Timing: Thursdays, during the day, during Jupiter’s astrological hour or election.

Colors Associated with Sachiel

Royal Blue: The rich, vibrant blue of the daytime sky is closely linked to Jupiter’s expansive and uplifting energy.

Purple: The majestic color of royalty and spiritual attainment aligns with Sachiel’s regal status and divine wisdom.

Gold: The warm, radiant glow of gold represents Jupiter’s solar and generous qualities, as well as its association with fortune and success.

Conclusion Archangel Sachiel is a powerful ally for those seeking abundance, wisdom, and spiritual growth. His expansive and benevolent nature lends power to workings seeking prosperity and good fortune. Whether you are looking to expand your knowledge, attract blessings, or grow spiritually, Sachiel’s guidance and support are invaluable. Approach Sachiel with an open heart and mind to fully embrace his transformative energy.

[sicutpuella]

Desiderium [Tom Riddle x Original Character]

Chapter 1: nuit de février

In the outskirts of Provence, France, on a February evening in the year 1951, an air of enchantment permeated the countryside. Nestled amidst the rolling hills, a grand chateau stood as a beacon of refinement and grandeur. Adorned in exquisite finery, every detail meticulously attended to, the sprawling estate emanated an aura of timeless elegance. As dusk descended upon the land, casting a golden hue upon the snow-covered landscape, the chateau's lights shimmered with a radiance that rivaled the celestial stars above. Their warm glow cascaded through the windows, casting a spell of enchantment upon all who beheld the spectacle.

The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as carriages, resplendent in their regal splendor, made their stately procession towards the chateau's entrance. Each arrival added to the symphony of murmured conversations and tinkling laughter that echoed through the frosty air. The gardens, too, had not been spared from the touch of whimsical enchantment. The carefully manicured flora, bedecked with delicate frost and a dusting of snow, created a magical tableau. Twinkling lights were carefully woven amidst the branches of ancient trees, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced in harmony with the falling snowflakes.

Within the chateau's walls, guests mingled amidst opulent salons adorned with gilded tapestries and magnificent chandeliers. Laughter, tinged with the echoes of clinking glasses, filled the air as conversations flowed like a melodic symphony of shared stories and whispered secrets.

In this grand setting, the evening unfolded with a grace befitting the majesty of the surroundings. The guests, their attire a tapestry of refined elegance, moved through the chateau's halls with an air of sophistication and charm. The soft notes of a grand piano accompanied their every step, lending an ethereal soundtrack to the festivities.

As the night wore on, the allure of the chateau's splendor captivated all who beheld it. The snowflakes continued their gentle descent, weaving a veil of enchantment over the landscape. The grandeur of the scene, the delicate interplay of light and snow, whispered of timeless beauty and the promise of unforgettable memories.

And so, in this idyllic setting on that fateful February evening, the grand chateau stood as a testament to the power of elegance and refinement. Its magnificence, embellished by the softly falling snow and the twinkle of a thousand lights, created an ethereal world where dreams and reality intertwined, casting a spell upon all who had the privilege to partake in its grandeur.

From the depths of a carriage emerged a vision of elegance and poise. As the door swung open, a woman alighted with grace, her every movement imbued with an innate sense of refinement. Cascading down her back, her crimson tresses were styled with meticulous care, their lustrous waves framing a countenance of ethereal beauty.

Clad in a gown of regal allure, she wore a shade of dark royal blue that enveloped her form with a beguiling charm. The neckline of her evening attire ascended gracefully, drawing attention to her slender, swan-like neck that held an air of elegance and grace. The absence of sleeves allowed her long and graceful arms to be exposed, captivating the onlookers with their sheer loveliness. A white-fur cover-up adorned her shoulders, adding a touch of luxurious warmth to the ensemble. Her attire, though modest, possessed a subtle sensuality that hinted at the allure lying just beneath the surface. The back of her gown, tastefully revealed, offered a glimpse of her radiant skin, evoking a sense of both mystery and desire. The delicate balance struck between modesty and allure painted her as a woman of refined taste and captivating beauty.

The woman's features were a testament to her natural loveliness. Her makeup, light and delicately applied, enhanced rather than masked her inherent grace. Her electric blue eyes, the very windows to her soul, shimmered with a blend of nervousness and charm, captivating all who had the privilege of meeting her gaze. Her every expression, every flutter of her lashes, conveyed a delicate vulnerability that only served to enhance her appeal.

Amidst the grandeur and opulence that surrounded her, she stood, radiating a captivating aura that drew admiring glances from all who beheld her presence. Though there lingered a hint of nervousness, a touch of awkwardness in her demeanor, it only served to accentuate her natural beauty, making her all the more endearing.

As the noble and revered Domitius Rosier caught sight of his daughter entering the grand halls, his eyes alight with unmistakable delight. His commanding presence, tall and dignified, matched her own in stature, for she stood only a few inches shorter than her esteemed father. A man of striking countenance, his features exuded an undeniable allure. His light-blonde hair, touched with traces of silver, framed a visage that had weathered the passing years with grace, further enhancing his handsomeness and charm. With an ethereal bone structure and an air of regality, he stood as a testament to the timeless appeal of his lineage.

"Ah, Claudia, my beloved daughter!" Domitius voice carried a note of sheer elation as he greeted her. His eyes, mirroring the mesmerizing electric blue hue of her own, twinkled with paternal pride and unbridled joy. Eagerly, he closed the distance between them, his arms outstretched in anticipation of their long-awaited reunion.

"Father! How I've longed for this moment!" Claudia's voice, filled with warmth and affection, rang out as she embraced him tenderly. The bond between them was undeniable, a testament to the profound love they shared as father and daughter. In that embrace, time seemed to stand still, and the grand chateau faded into the background, leaving only the cherished connection between them.

Their reunion was a symphony of love and joy, their voices intertwining in laughter and heartfelt conversation. As they moved gracefully through the opulent halls of the chateau, their shared happiness permeated the air, casting a radiant glow upon all who witnessed their familial bond. The grand chateau, with its resplendent décor and majestic ambiance, became the backdrop to a cherished moment between a father and his daughter. Amidst the flickering candlelight and the whispers of enchantment, their love and connection shone brightly, a beacon of warmth and tenderness in a world filled with fleeting moments.

“At least, you weren’t late!” Domitius gently teases his daughter.

"I am honored to be present for this joyous occasion, Father," Claudia replied, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the esteemed guests and the palpable aura of importance that surrounded them. Tonight was not just any ordinary wedding; it was a gathering of influential figures, where political allegiances were forged and strengthened.

Domitius chuckled softly, his voice tinged with amusement. "Ah, my dear Claudia, punctuality is indeed a virtue that runs deep in our bloodline. I am glad you have inherited that trait from me." His eyes sparkled with affection as he placed a hand on her arm, guiding her through the bustling crowd. "But it is not just punctuality that makes this evening special. It is the union of two great families, the intertwining of destinies, and the forging of alliances that will shape the course of our future."

As they strolled along the gilded corridors, their steps echoing softly against the marbled floor, Claudia listened intently to her father's words. His wisdom and guidance had always been a beacon in her life, grounding her amidst the tumultuous storms that came with their esteemed name.

"Father, I cannot help but feel a mixture of excitement and… dread," Claudia confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Domitius’ gaze softened, and he placed a hand on her cheek, a gesture filled with paternal reassurance. "My dear Claudia, you have always been a source of pride for me. Your strength and intelligence shine brightly, and I have no doubt that you will carry our family's legacy with honor. But remember, my child, that even in the face of great responsibilities, you must never lose sight of your own happiness and fulfillment. Your heart should guide you as much as your intellect."

Claudia nodded, absorbing her father's words of wisdom. She understood the delicate balance between duty and personal desires, and she vowed to find harmony within herself. The burden of their name may be weighty, but she refused to let it overshadow her own dreams and aspirations.

"Thank you, Father," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Your guidance and unwavering support mean the world to me."

Domitius smiled warmly, his eyes shimmering with love. "You are my greatest joy, Claudia. Remember that, always."

Among the sea of esteemed guests, Claudia Rosier stood tall and regal, her crimson gown accentuating her elegant stature. Her eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and curiosity as she observed the gathering. This was not merely a social affair; it was a convergence of power and influence, where alliances were forged and secrets exchanged beneath the guise of polite conversation.

As she made her way through the grand hall, Claudia's gaze alighted upon the familiar faces of Ministry members, seasoned politicians, and influential figures of pureblood society. The room seemed to come alive with the whispered conversations and laughter of those who held the keys to power. It was a world she had been born into, a world where connections and lineage held great sway.

Her eyes briefly met those of Armand Malfoy, a figure of great importance within the pureblood circles. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of their shared heritage and the intricate web of blood ties that bound their families together. Claudia couldn't help but wonder about the complexities that lay beneath the surface, the unspoken alliances and unbreakable loyalties that governed their world.

Amidst the sea of influential guests, Claudia's attention was caught by the presence of rich old purebloods. They exude an air of privilege and entitlement, their names etched into the annals of pureblood history. Their wrinkled faces and weathered hands spoke of a lifetime spent in pursuit of power and wealth, their very presence a testament to the enduring legacy of their bloodlines.

As she gracefully moved through the crowd, Claudia engaged in polite conversation with acquaintances and family friends. She spoke with eloquence and confidence, her intelligence and charm evident in every word she uttered. Yet, beneath her composed facade, there was a flicker of restlessness, a longing to make her mark on a world that often felt suffocating in its traditions and expectations.

She observed her father, conversing effortlessly with influential figures. His commanding presence and charisma commanded respect, his words holding weight and authority. Claudia couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, knowing that she was his daughter, a reflection of his legacy and the aspirations he had instilled within

As they moved through the grand hall, the whispered conversations and admiring glances followed in their wake. Claudia's crimson tresses, her regal bearing, and the air of sophistication that enveloped her drew the attention of many. Yet, beneath the surface, she was aware of the expectations placed upon her, the burden of her family's legacy. It was a world where appearances were everything, and Claudia knew she had to navigate the treacherous waters with finesse and tact.

As Domitius led her further into the heart of the festivities, Claudia steeled herself for the challenges that lay ahead. She knew that within this grand gathering, there were alliances to be forged, secrets to be discovered, and ambitions to be pursued. The evening promised more than just a celebration of love; it was an arena where power, influence, and destiny converged.

As they approached the heart of the gathering, Claudia's eyes alighted upon the bride and groom.

In the grand ballroom of the opulent estate, the wedding of Allectus Rosier and Lucretia Black was a spectacle that had been meticulously orchestrated. It was a union not solely born out of love, but a strategic alliance between two prominent pureblood families. The Rosiers and the Blacks, both esteemed and powerful, sought to strengthen their ties and preserve their ancient lineage.

In the opulent ballroom, Allectus Rosier stood amidst the gathering, his presence commanding attention. The flickering candlelight accentuated the chiseled features of his face, casting shadows that only heightened the allure of his masculine beauty. His deep-set, electric blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, inviting those who dared to meet his gaze into a world of mystery and intrigue.

As he moved with a grace and confidence that bespoke his noble lineage, Allectus drew the attention of all in his path. His impeccable sense of style, showcased through his tailored attire, bespoke a man who understood the power of appearance and how it could captivate the minds and hearts of those around him. With every step he took, the whispers of admiration followed, like the gentle rustle of silk against marble.

Beside him, Lucretia, resplendent in her wedding gown, exuded an ethereal grace that complemented Allectus's commanding presence. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, cascading like a waterfall of obsidian, and her dark eyes held a hint of mystery. While her beauty was undeniable, it was the underlying knowledge that this union was forged for the preservation of bloodlines that cast a veil of complexity over her delicate features.

The guests marveled at the sight before them, marveling at the union of two individuals whose physical beauty seemed divinely ordained. But hidden beneath the façade of this arranged marriage, were the intricacies of their familial obligations and societal expectations. It was a delicate dance, where duty and desire intertwined, and the future of two great houses hung in the balance.

As the ceremony progressed, the solemn vows were exchanged, sealing the union of Allectus Rosier and Lucretia Black.

The grandeur of the reception hall was ablaze with the glittering chandeliers and the lively chatter of the esteemed guests. Claudia, beaming with pride for her brother's successful nuptials, made her way through the crowd to congratulate him. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she playfully teased Allectus, her beloved sibling.

"Congratulations, dear brother! You managed to look decent tonight, finally," Claudia jested, her voice laced with affectionate banter. She held her brother's arm and leaned in closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. "And Lucretia, my dear sister-in-law, you look absolutely splendid. I hope you have a stash of potions to counteract any potential headaches from dealing with him," she teased, a playful smile adorning her lips.

As Claudia exchanged pleasantries with her family, a familiar voice cut through the air. Turning her head swiftly, she beheld her cousin, Abraxas Malfoy, his presence commanded attention, his poise and demeanor oozing with aristocratic elegance.

The soft glow of the chandeliers played upon Abraxas' bright white-blond hair, each strand meticulously arranged to perfection. Not a strand dared to be out of place, for it knew its role in accentuating his otherworldly features. His sharp, piercing gaze, like the blade of a silver rapier, met Claudia's eyes with an unwavering intensity.

With a smile that danced upon her lips, Claudia stepped forward to greet her cousin. The warmth in her eyes was mirrored in her voice as she extended her hand in greeting. "Ah, Abraxas, it is a pleasure to see you again," she said, her words carrying a genuine warmth and affection.

Abraxas, ever the epitome of refinement, reciprocated her greeting with a nod, acknowledging her presence. His pale, icy-blue eyes met hers.

She extended her hand towards Abraxas, a gesture of kinship and shared heritage. The group of pureblood friends surrounding him, including Mulciber, Nott, Lestrange, and others, exuded an air of sophistication and privilege, much like Claudia and her brother.

However, as her gaze swept the room, Claudia's eyes locked onto a figure that sent a chill down her spine. Tom Riddle, a man of enigmatic allure, stood apart from the revelry, his presence both captivating and unnerving. The room seemed to darken ever so slightly as Claudia's gaze met his piercing eyes.

Claudia's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to him, as if he possessed an invisible pull that captivated her gaze. It wasn't just his striking appearance that caught her attention, but the way he carried himself with an air of confidence and intelligence. Tom Riddle seemed to possess an otherworldly charm, his features perfectly chiseled and his movements graceful.

His dark, curly hair framed his face in a way that accentuated his piercing, intelligent eyes. The slight curl at the ends of his locks added a touch of effortless elegance. His cheekbones were sculpted, giving his face a refined and aristocratic look. There was an enigmatic quality about him that left Claudia intrigued, as if there were depths of complexity hidden beneath his attractive exterior.

As Tom Riddle moved through the crowd, conversing with various guests, Claudia couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he commanded attention and respect. His words were articulate and thoughtful, drawing people in with his wit and charm. It seemed that even her brother, Allectus, and her cousin, Abraxas Malfoy, both known for their own good looks, paled in comparison to Tom Riddle's magnetic presence.

Claudia's curiosity grew, and she found herself longing to engage in conversation with this enigmatic figure. She observed the way he carried himself, the way he made others feel important and valued. It was as if he possessed a charisma that extended beyond mere physical appearance, captivating the hearts and minds of those around him.

“Cat got your tongue?” Abraxas noticed how his cousin Claudia seemed to stiffen up a bit upon seeing Tom.

“Ah! Lest we not forget your little show back when you were what… 11?” Allectus chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The mention of that particular memory elicited a brief flashback in Claudia's mind, transporting her back to her first year at Hogwarts.

She could vividly recall the scene in the Slytherin common room, bathed in the dim glow of the firelight, where Tom Marvolo Riddle, then a sixth-year prefect, had been surrounded by a crowd of admirers. The Slytherin Quidditch team, basking in the glory of their recent victory, had flocked around him like moths to a flame. Claudia, a wide-eyed first-year filled with youthful infatuation, had watched from a distance, her heart aflutter with anticipation.

Summoning her courage, she approached him, her delicate footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor. In her hand, she clutched a folded piece of parchment, its edges slightly creased from her anxious grip. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only her and the enigmatic figure of Tom Riddle before her. Her heart raced, her palms grew clammy, but her determination propelled her forward.

"Hello, Tom Riddle!" she had exclaimed, her voice quivering yet filled with a resolute innocence that belied her tender age. The room fell silent, every eye fixed upon the brave young girl who dared to express her affections so openly.

"I am Claudia," she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush, like a cascade of pearls from a broken necklace. "I know that you and my brother, Allectus, are good friends, but I... I cannot help myself, Tom Riddle. My heart beats faster whenever you are near. I like you, Tom Riddle. I like you more than treacle tart, more than sugar, more than the finest chocolates from Honeydukes! I like you with every fiber of my being!"

The common room held its breath, the air pregnant with anticipation. Claudia's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her doe-like eyes shining with a mixture of vulnerability and hope. Her innocent declaration of love hung in the air, as fragile and delicate as a butterfly's wings.

Tom Riddle, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, regarded her with a mixture of surprise and gentleness. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body, as if she had been touched by magic itself. His voice, like the soft whisper of the wind through the trees, was warm and reassuring. "Claudia, I must commend you for your sheer courage and honesty. Your feelings are not unappreciated, but I fear I cannot return them in the same manner. Please do not take this the wrong way. You possess incredible qualities that will undoubtedly captivate someone worthy of your love."

Though Claudia's heart sank at his words, she admired his response, understanding the truth in his gentle rejection. Tom had handled her confession with grace and compassion, preserving her dignity and shielding her from the potential ridicule of their peers.

"Thank you, Tom Riddle," she whispered, her voice filled with a bittersweet acceptance. "I appreciate your honesty and value our friendship above all else. Let us continue to support one another, as fellow Slytherins and as friends."

Tom's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting a fleeting glimpse of regret. "Claudia, you are a remarkable young witch. Never doubt your worth or the impact you can make in this world. Your bravery and resilience will take you far. Remember, love comes in many forms and at different times. The right person will appreciate the extraordinary person you are."

With those words, he gently released his hold on her shoulder, allowing her to retreat from the center of attention.

Claudia, now standing amidst the glamorous wedding celebration, smiled softly at the memory. How young and innocent she had been, captivated by Tom Riddle's allure even then. But time had passed, and Claudia understood that. She shook off the reverie, returning her attention to her teasing cousin and brother. "Oh, hush, you two!" Claudia replied with a playful pout. "That was ages ago, and we were but children. Let us focus on celebrating Allectus and Lucretia's joyous union tonight."

“Ah, Claudia, dear cousin, you never fail to provide us with delightful memories!” Abraxas chuckled, his bright blonde hair cascading around his face like a halo. He exchanged a knowing glance with Allectus, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

Allectus, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, added, "Indeed, Claudia, we must commend your courage. Confessing your undying affection for Tom Riddle in front of the entire Slytherin house! A moment that shall forever be etched in our memories."

Nott and Lestrange, who had been standing nearby, couldn't resist joining in on the teasing. Nott, his voice dripping with sarcasm, remarked, "Oh, Claudia, how fortunate we were to witness such a heartfelt declaration of love! I dare say it rivaled the most dramatic scenes in plays."

Lestrange, his eyes twinkling with amusement, interjected, "Indeed! I shall never forget the stunned silence that followed your confession. It was as if the very air held its breath in anticipation of Tom Riddle's response." Claudia, though initially taken aback by their teasing, soon found herself joining in the mirth. "Oh, do cease your mockery, my dear companions!" she playfully retorted.

As the bustling crowd began to simmer down, Claudia found herself seated beside her cousin, Abraxas. They exchanged warm smiles, their conversation a testament to the enduring bond shared between them.

"I've heard you're working with the Ministry of Wizarding Law Enforcement now!" Abraxas exclaimed, genuine pride gleaming in his eyes. He was delighted to see Claudia flourishing in her professional life, ascending the ranks of the magical world. Claudia's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her modesty shining through despite her accomplishments.

"And I've heard you and your wife have been blessed with a pregnancy!" Claudia's voice rang out, her eyes sparkling with genuine joy. The news of their impending parenthood had reached her ears through the whispered gossip of high society, and she could not contain her excitement.

Abraxas, ever the astute conversationalist, skillfully redirected the topic, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ah, don't change the subject, dear cousin," he quipped, a sly smile playing upon his lips. "But yes, we have indeed been blessed with the gift of a child.”

Claudia's attention returned to the matter at hand, a graceful smile gracing her features. "Oh, it's nothing extraordinary," she replied, her voice a melodious blend of humility and pride. "Recently, I have been entrusted with a significant role in the Ministry, tasked with the creation and refinement of laws concerning magical artifacts.”

Abraxas nodded approvingly, acknowledging her accomplishments. "Ah, the intricate world of legislation and governance," he remarked, his voice laced with admiration. "I have always known that your intellect and tenacity would lead you to great heights.”

Before she could delve deeper into her recent ventures, she was interrupted by the familiar voice that had once stirred her soul. It was Tom Riddle, the enigmatic figure whose presence had ignited a flame within her young heart. His entrance, marked by an aura of charm and confidence, drew the attention of all who were fortunate enough to witness it.

"My, my, my... Claudia Rosier," he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of amusement and genuine admiration. "It has been far too long since our paths last crossed, and yet, in that time, you have accomplished so much. I must offer my sincerest congratulations."

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Idyll: An EX LIBRIS One-shot snippet

Alright besties, I'm excited to announce that a BRAND NEW one-shot is coming to the EX LIBRIS series!! Pour yourself something expensive and treat yo self because this one-shot is pure sugar baby goodness. I hope to drop the full fic by the end of the month, but mental health has been an Issue™️ for me lately but I'll do my best because I can't wait to share it with you all! Thank y'all for all of your support and love 💕

Without further ado, here is a snippet from Idyll: An EX LIBRIS One-shot below the cut!

—Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader

—Series Rating: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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After dinner, you’re curled into him on his couch with your shared nightcap in your hand. The sated, cozy atmosphere of the room combined with the low light of the lamps lends an intimate feeling to the space as you finish your dinner discussion. 

“So there’s something you wanted to ask me about, pretty girl?” Boba asks, his fingers trailing up your arm leisurely. 

You take a quick sip of the whiskey, not that you need it, and smile up at him. Finally, the time has come to reveal the desire that’s been consuming you all week. “Mmm, yes there is. It’s about what I want to do with you this weekend… something I read in that romance book Selena recommended to me.” Thrilling heat begins to creep up your neck at what you’re about to describe to him.

Taking a sip of the liquor from your cup, Boba sets it on the side table to give you his full attention. “I’m all ears, princess,” he purrs with eyes of glimmering darkness, his other hand clamping down on your hip to pull you even closer into him. His posture remains attentive, however, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“Welllll,” you draw out, enjoying the last of the suspense, “in this book, the girl falls in love with a super good-looking man who gets coffee at the same café as her, who, as it turns out, is also super rich.” Boba hums amusedly and you swallow back the urge to jump him right then and there, though just barely; as tempting as making out with him is, your next words are far more important. “This rich, handsome man ends up taking the heroine out to buy some very expensive jewelry so that he can fuck her in nothing but the diamonds he bought her.” 

Glancing up, you see Boba has a devilish smile on his face. In the beginning of your relationship, you might have gotten a little shy at this point, a bit bashful about the nature of your desire for this god of a man. Not now, however. With Boba’s reassuring hand and your agreed-upon rules at your back, you’ve sailed into uncharted seas, uncovering more than you ever thought possible along his shores: pleasures and comforts more satisfying and valuable than even the most lustrous of the ocean’s treasures. He is your north star, a guide who impels rather than compels as you discover your personal and shared splendors.

 Boba’s large hands snake around your waist to pull you over the thick of his thighs, your knees hugging the outside of his hips. “And has all this given my little princess some ideas?” he prompts with a knowing smirk.

A breathy laugh slips past your lips as he grinds the growing bulge in his pants into your core: the man can get harder quicker than the boys half his age you’d been with. Focus, you chide yourself, you haven’t even gotten to the good part. Anchoring yourself in the depths of his mahogany eyes, you bite your lip. “Lots of ideas,” you confirm, tipping forward to place slow kisses up his jaw, “Ideas about how I want you to give me that full sugar baby experience… designer clothes, shoes, jewelry, everything.” Reaching his ear, you can feel the way his breath catches when you trace its shell with the tip of your warm tongue, his burning heat washing over you. “Then I want you to make me earn every single kriffing penny you spent, want you to make me prove that I’m Daddy’s girl inside and out.”

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The Overdue Man

Have you ever had an uncanny or possibly paranormal experience?

I have.

It happened when I was in undergrad, I had a work-study in the Archivists Office in the rare books section of the library. The library is a classic modern building from the 50s, once ahead of its time, now well behind. The computer system was similar, my college being one of the first to adopt a digital library catalog in the late 60s

So, as you can see, this is, in part, a story of a haunted computer terminal.

I had returned early from spring break to pack in some extra hours in the library so I could avoid working during exams week. The campus was lovely in spring, dogwood trees shed pink petals on the quad, tulips tossed & bobbed sudden short thunderstorms. I got lost in my work on the solid library terminal with it's chunky keyboard & blue-green matrix screen.

My desk was under a little sky light in a hidden corner of the 5th floor. That's how I noticed the light changing.

The library was a modernist building, as I mentioned, and many people called it "ugly" I think simply because it was modern. Secretly it was one of my favorite buildings on the campus. Because, although built with clean minimalist lines, it was made with care. The architect clearly cared about light. During the day, the building hardly used any electric lights at all.

So, I was alarmed when the sky suddenly darkened so drastically that the runners came on. But, this was spring and I looked up expecting the thunder and another violent little thunder storm.

Gazing up through the skylight told me little. The window was frosted, and I could only see a steel gray haze. The green blue glow of the old computer lit my keyboard and I endeavored to keep working.

Before I could apply myself to my task the light shifted again. This time growing brighter... golden. The runners switched off. The air grew still. The library was empty.

The light from the skylight and from every window was a lustrous pink-gold, a sunset color although it was only early afternoon. The effect was beautiful, dust motes played near the stair well.

The bell at the front desk around the corner rang. Strange. I didn't hear anyone enter.

My main duty was cataloging, but if the head archivist was out I was tasked with lending out rare books in his place. I went around to see who it was.

The light was much more dramatic in the rare books library lobby where there were more skylights & windows, the whole space was bathed in that peach-toned light. And there, by the bell, stood a young man. Smartly dressed. Too smartly dressed.

In fact, a large part of the "paranormal" nature of this experience will require you to trust my (even then) finally tuned sense of fashion.

He had on tweed pants and a sweater, leather shoes and a button down shirt. All of his clothes were out of time. His sweater, to take one item, was a campy letterman affair in school colors. Hand knit. It was the kind of plain sweater that no one would bother to hand knit. It was hand knit self-consciously because whoever bought it couldn't afford store-bought and aimed to approximate the mass produced look as best they could. In short, it was very old.

But, it was also brand new.

The same was true of his plain, white shirt. I could see less than perfect hand stitching on the collar. Who, today would sew a white button-down shirt by hand?

Under his arm he held a notebook, and even it struck me as all wrong for the date of our existence. It was a composition book the likes of which I have never seen except in archives, the black and white dapple pattern was made by splattering ... not printing.

His outfit, though very plain, had that effect of a costume. I took all this in and decided he was from the drama department.

Not everyone could check out rare books. We had our own system, hence the computer in the basement and the beautiful, clunky terminals. I asked for his ID. That's when things got even more strange.

His ID was *laminated* and contained a *real photograph*! His name inscribed by typewriter. His student ID? In pen! I started to have my doubts about my theory that he was from drama. Maybe this was an elaborate book heist!

I tuned over the ID frowning with doubt. "This isn't-" "I'm a grad student." He explained quickly. "Have been for a long time. I know that photo is old..."

The photo didn't look old to me at all. Though, perhaps it was that strange light, concealing and repainting things, for as much as I'd noticed his clothing, I took more notice now of the man himself. He had an uncanny ageless quality. I could not have said if he were 25 or 45... or perhaps even older.

I peered at the photograph on the ID comparing it to the man. They were clearly the same. The clothing in the photo looked just as anachronistic. Even the background of the photo felt like something from a forgotten decade, a pull-down painted backdrop of the college rotunda. His photo beamed at me, and so did the man himself.

Some of the faculty had such ancient IDs. So, I decided to search him up in the system. I tried his last name, which was short an unusual. No luck. I tried his ID--

When I entered his student ID the terminal flashed. The screen inverting for a moment. I gave it wack, as I'd seen the head archivist do, and this seemed to clear it up... but the record I was now viewing was curious and incomplete.

His name had been entered in the wrong field, which is why the search failed. His first name was just an initial. I attempted to correct this but the system wouldn't accept my changes.

I scanned the book. And handed it over to him. He smiled, thanked me, and it seemed very sincere. Whatever else he was, whoever or wherever (whenever) he'd come from he seemed like a nice person, at least.

I watched him leave, and then leaned over to the window hoping to see him go out through the main exit on ground level below.

But he never came out. Instead the golden light began to rapidly fade. The library returned to normal... the charm that hovered over the place was gone.

Maybe he was just a quirky grad student with a thing for vintage clothing construction, a very old ID, uncanny ageless looks, and great timing with lighting. (and he could have left the library via the tunnels. )

I tried to look at his record in the system again, and NOBODY could edit it. Not even the head archivist. It kept changing itself back. Edits wouldn't stick. To this day, I can't shake the feeling that something more was going on.

I never saw him again.

If you are wondering, the book was "Physics and applications of secondary electron emission"

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Tennis Bracelet- A contemporary adornment

Adorning jewellery has been a mandate in today’s glamorous world! One piece of jewellery that makes you and your look standout is a tennis bracelet. These magnificent pieces have been filling wrists for decades, attracting wearers with their sleek shape and brilliant shine. In this blog, we will delve into the charm of tennis bracelets, exploring why they’re a must have accessory for fashion- conscious women. Whether you're searching for a classic silver tennis bracelet women or a modern twist on this iconic piece, we'll guide you through everything you need to know.

What Is a Tennis Bracelet?

A tennis bracelet is a piece of jewelry worn on the wrist. It's made of a single line of small, identical gemstones like American diamonds, sapphire, ruby, etc., linked together with metal settings. The name "tennis bracelet" came from a famous incident in the 1980s when a tennis player's bracelet snapped during a match, causing her to pause and search for it. Since then, this style of bracelet has been known as a tennis bracelet. It's loved for its elegant and timeless design, often worn casually or for special occasions, adding a touch of glitz to any outfit.

Sterling silver In Tennis Bracelet

Sterling silver is one of the best metal types for a tennis bracelet. Sterling silver is a shiny metal that is extremely lustrous and lends a classic look. When it comes to a tennis bracelet, stones like American diamonds, sapphire, ruby, emeralds, etc., complement the backdrop of sterling silver really well. The beauty of these stones perfectly matches up the shininess of the sterling silver. Be it a casual day out or an evening party, a tennis bracelet silver 925 crafted from sterling silver can be a great addition to your overall look as it ensures to make you stand out in the crowd with its classic beauty.

Why is a Tennis Bracelet so Special?

Tennis bracelet is an accessory that is a must-have for women in their wardrobes: Some of the reasons that makes this piece of jewellery special are:

Versatility: Tennis bracelet is highly versatile because it can literally be paired up with any outfit and sleeve type. Be it a short sleeved top or a full sleeved upper, tennis bracelet silver 925 looks good with all.

Timeless design: the minimalist designs of silver tennis bracelet make it a timeless designed accessory that can never go out of style. Wear it solo or stack it with other bracelets, this accessory can elevate any style effortlessly.

Symbol of luxury: Tennis bracelets are a typical symbol of luxury because of its elegant design that truly makes it a coveted addition to any jewellery collection.

Shopping for the Perfect Tennis Bracelet

When shopping for a tennis bracelet, consider the following factors to ensure you find the ideal piece:

Quality of Craftsmanship: Opt for reputable jewellers like Ornate Jewels that are known for their craftsmanship and attention to detail, ensuring your bracelet stands long to the test of time.

Metal Choice: Whether opting for classic sterling silver or gold, choose a metal that complements your skin tone and personal style preferences. Sterling silver has been the most preferred metal type for women.

Gemstone Quality: Pay close attention to the quality and clarity of the gemstones, ensuring they sparkle with brilliance and enhance the bracelet's overall charm.

Fit and Comfort: A good fit silver tennis bracelet for women should feel comfortable on your wrist, with enough flexibility to move freely while maintaining the same fit.

Caring for your Tennis Bracelet

Taking care of a tennis silver bracelet for women is important to keep it looking shiny and new. Here are some easy steps to follow:

Regular Cleaning: Use a soft cloth or a jewelry cleaning solution to gently clean the bracelet. This helps remove dirt and other material buildup.

Store Properly: When you're not wearing the silver tennis bracelet, store it in a soft pouch or a jewelry box to prevent scratches and tangles.

Avoid getting stuck to hard surfaces: Try not to knock your bracelet against hard surfaces. This can loosen the settings and damage the stones.

Check Settings Regularly: Periodically inspect the bracelet for any loose stones or damaged links. If you notice anything, take it to a jeweller for repairs.

Professional Cleaning: Consider getting your bracelet professionally cleaned and inspected once a year to keep it in top condition. By following these simple care tips, you can enjoy your tennis bracelet women for years to come, keeping it sparkling and beautiful.

Conclusion

In conclusion, a tennis bracelet is a great choice for those who value elegance and sophisticated beauty. The ultimate detailing of this accessory is what makes it win the hearts of women easily. The combination of sterling silver and gemstones is so exquisite that it makes this tennis bracelet a must-have in every woman’s wardrobe. To buy a silver tennis bracelet online, consider Ornate Jewels as the top place. Ornate Jewels as a brand has always believed in providing customers with top-notch quality jewellery that is beautifully designed yet affordable as well. Choose Ornate Jewels and get the tennis bracelet women added to your jewellery collection now!

FAQs

Can you wear a tennis bracelet every day

Yes, a tennis bracelet can be worn everyday as it is simple yet elegant. Whether you want to carry with your office look or wear it for a casual day-out or wear it along with a cocktail party dress, this accessory makes sure that you stand out in the crowd because it lends a sophisticated look to every outfit.

2. Why do people buy tennis bracelets?

People buy tennis bracelet for many reasons. Some of the reasons are that these bracelets are highly versatile, lend a sophisticated touch, are affordable, can be worn for day and night both and are available easily. These reasons totally make customers own a tennis bracelet for themselves.

3. Do American diamond suits with sterling silver for a tennis bracelet?

Yes, American diamonds and sterling silver blend effortlessly for crafting a silver tennis bracelet. Both of these materials are highly lustrous, so they make up a jewellery piece that’s highly versatile and lends a very sophisticated touch.

[djinik0w0]

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Он не в сапожках . . .честно

Работа над этой аушкой продвигается (сама в шоке с себя )

В стране самоцветов он у нас плотник 👍

А так же в нашем Тигрике есть вкрапление зелёного неопознанного самоцвета из за чего порой он бывает вспыльчивым и непредсказуемым . . .

И да я тут подумала об Антарктицид и. . .она при нагреве становится жидкой 🤨 так что им мешало подогреть её в микроволновке а потом снова заморозить :^

Твёрдость в её ситуации вообще никакого значения не играет. . .

Многое конечно условно но почему всё забыли об этом ??

[sy-etiket]

Custom Woven Labels 💯

Woven labels have emerged as powerful branding tools and information carriers across various industries. These small yet significant fabric labels not only provide essential details about a product but also serve as visual representations of a brand’s identity and quality.

Damask Woven Labels: Damask woven labels are renowned for their intricate designs, superior craftsmanship, and luxurious appearance. These labels are created using a specialized weaving technique that produces a tight weave with a raised texture, enabling intricate details, logos, and typography. Damask labels are commonly preferred by high-end fashion brands and luxury products, as they exude elegance and sophistication.

Satin Woven Labels: Satin woven labels offer a smooth and lustrous finish, adding a touch of luxury to garments and accessories. Typically made from polyester or acetate materials, satin labels provide durability and a refined appearance. The soft and silky texture of satin enhances the visual appeal of labels, making them ideal for displaying intricate designs, delicate lettering, and brand emblems. Satin labels are commonly used in high-end fashion items, including lingerie, bridal wear, and upscale clothing lines.

Taffeta Woven Labels: Taffeta woven labels are known for their lightweight and crisp texture. Made from polyester yarns, these labels feature a smooth surface that lends itself well to a variety of applications. Taffeta labels are durable and can withstand regular use and washing. They offer versatility in terms of customization, allowing businesses to incorporate bold colors and fonts to create eye-catching labels. Taffeta labels find applications in clothing items, accessories, and home goods.

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A Delicate Fusion of Pearls and Bows with a Touch of Silver

OINICIO introduces its enchanting Baroque Pearl Earrings, a captivating combination of pearls and bows that exudes a charming girly aesthetic. These earrings beautifully blend the timeless elegance of pearls with the playful allure of bows, while the addition of silver accents adds a touch of sophistication, breaking up the sweetness and creating a balanced design.

The Baroque Pearl Earrings from OINICIO are a delightful fusion of classic and contemporary elements. The use of pearls, known for their timeless beauty and grace, adds a touch of refined elegance to the earrings. The irregular and unique shapes of baroque pearls lend a sense of organic charm, making each pair of earrings truly one-of-a-kind. The addition of bows brings a playful and feminine touch, infusing the design with a sense of youthful innocence and joy.

To balance the inherent sweetness of the pearls and bows, OINICIO incorporates silver accents into the Baroque Pearl Earrings. Silver, with its cool and lustrous shine, adds a touch of sophistication and modernity to the overall design. This infusion of silver creates a harmonious contrast, breaking up the sweetness and adding a contemporary twist to the girly aesthetics. The combination of pearls, bows, and silver results in a unique and eye-catching accessory that is both charming and stylish.

The attention to detail in the design of the Baroque Pearl Earrings is a testament to OINICIO's commitment to quality and craftsmanship. Each element is meticulously crafted, ensuring that every pearl, bow, and silver accent is flawlessly integrated into the design. The result is a pair of earrings that not only looks exquisite but also withstands the test of time, allowing you to enjoy their beauty for years to come.

The Baroque Pearl Earrings from OINICIO cater to those who appreciate a delicate and girly aesthetic with a touch of sophistication. Whether it's a casual outing, a special occasion, or a romantic evening, these earrings effortlessly enhance your style and add a touch of elegance to your overall look. The combination of pearls, bows, and silver creates a versatile accessory that can be paired with a wide range of outfits, allowing you to express your unique personality and fashion sensibility.

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The Timeless Elegance of Gold Leaf: A Gilded Artistry

Gold has long been associated with wealth, power, and beauty. One of the most exquisite and enduring ways to harness the allure of this precious metal is through the art of gold leafing. For centuries, artisans and craftsmen have used gold leaf to create intricate designs, adorn religious icons, embellish architecture, and even enhance culinary masterpieces. In this article, we will delve into the world of gold leaf, exploring its history, production, applications, and enduring appeal.

A Glittering History

The history of gold leaf dates back over 5,000 years to ancient civilizations such as the Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans. These cultures recognized the rarity and beauty of gold and developed techniques to create incredibly thin sheets of the metal, known as gold leaf.

Ancient Egypt: The Egyptians were among the first to use gold leaf for decorative purposes. They adorned tombs, mummies, and religious artifacts with gold leaf to symbolize divinity and eternity.

Ancient Greece and Rome: Gold leaf was employed in the creation of intricate mosaics, jewelry, and statues, reflecting the opulence of these ancient empires.

Byzantine Empire: During the Byzantine era, gold leaf was widely used to embellish religious icons and mosaics in churches, creating an aura of divine splendor.

Medieval Europe: In medieval Europe, illuminated manuscripts, frescoes, and Gothic architecture featured gold leaf extensively. Monasteries and churches were adorned with golden altars, crosses, and religious sculptures.

Renaissance: The Renaissance period saw a resurgence of interest in classical art and architecture, leading to the widespread use of gold leaf in the embellishment of paintings, sculptures, and architectural elements.

Production of Gold Leaf

Creating gold leaf is a meticulous process that involves transforming a small quantity of gold into incredibly thin sheets. Here's an overview of the production process:

Gold Beating: A small piece of pure gold is first flattened and stretched into a thin ribbon through a process called "beating." This ribbon is known as goldbeater's skin.

Alloying (Optional): In some cases, the pure gold may be alloyed with other metals to achieve different shades, such as white gold or rose gold.

Rolling and Cutting: The goldbeater's skin is cut into small squares and placed between layers of paper. The stack is then rolled out and compressed repeatedly to achieve the desired thinness.

Burnishing: After reaching the desired thickness, the gold leaf is cut into squares or leaves and placed between sheets of parchment paper. It is then burnished with agate stones to achieve a lustrous finish.

Applications of Gold Leaf

The versatility of gold leaf lends itself to a wide range of applications, including:

Art and Decoration: Gold leaf is used by artists to add a touch of luxury and elegance to paintings, sculptures, frames, and furniture.

Architecture: Gold leaf has adorned the domes, spires, and interior details of iconic buildings, including palaces, temples, and cathedrals.

Culinary Arts: In the world of gourmet cuisine, edible gold leaf is used to garnish desserts, chocolates, and even cocktails, creating a visually stunning and indulgent dining experience.

Religious Artifacts: Gold leaf is a prominent feature in religious icons, sculptures, and altars in various faiths, symbolizing divinity and transcendence.

Design and Interiors: Interior designers use gold leaf for custom decor elements like mirrors, lamps, and wall accents to infuse opulence into spaces.

Conclusion

Gold leaf remains a timeless symbol of luxury, beauty, and craftsmanship that has transcended cultures and centuries. Its shimmering elegance has the power to transform everyday objects and spaces into works of art, adding an air of opulence and sophistication. Whether adorning religious icons, gracing the walls of ancient cathedrals, or enhancing the flavors of a gourmet dessert, gold leaf continues to captivate our senses and evoke a sense of wonder. In an ever-changing world, the allure of gold leaf endures as a testament to the enduring appeal of this precious metal and the artistry of those who work with it.

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[itsuki-minamy]

"AYAKA – SIDE STORIES 02": IZAKAYA "KAPPA" PROSPERITY STORY

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

* List of Chapters

"Please, leave it!"

Heartbreaking screams resounded throughout the place. A guy in his teens released it.

Considering his age, he is neither tall nor short. Similarly, there are no notable features in his physique or hairstyle. You could say that he is a normal boy that you can find anywhere.

And his eyes were cloudy and blurry like the sky that was about to rain.

"Please stop... already."

The boy called again. No screaming this time. It was a wish. Furthermore, he was dyed in an intense color.

However, wishes have two possibilities immediately after being born. Will it come true or not? Unfortunately, this time it seems to be the latter.

"Heh, should I go as far and leave?"

Before the boy's gaze, the young man looked back over his shoulder. The age is around twenty years. A dangerous smile like that of a player enjoying a pinch floated on his lips.

"It's like, "If you eat poison, it's even a dish"."

"You can't do it, Jingi-san! No more!"

A child who reached out for him. But about to reach the young man with the tips of his fingers.

"Yuck."

"Wow... This person who drank mirin. And everything else..."

The boy, Yukito Yanagi, lowered his shoulders in disappointment and let out a deep breath.

"Hmm? What's with that face? Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

A young man who finally noticed Yukito's expression, Jingi Sagawa. He was about to turn the bottle of mirin upside down and drink it to the last drop.

"That makes me want to cry. That my teacher is drinking mirin instead of sake."

"It can't be helped. We don't have any decent liquor in this house right now."

As he spoke, he looked around. Currently, the two of them are in a corner of a clean and tidy kitchen.

"It's because you drank it, right? Seriously, if you want to drink that much, why don't you buy it?"

"If I had that kind of money..."

Jingi clucked at Yukito's words, but suddenly a suspicious smile appeared.

"Hey, Yukito-kun. Why don't you give me some money? I'll pay it back twice, no, ten times."

"I don't like."

Yukito pushed Jingi's hand away as he was trying to put his shoulders on him.

"Don't say cold things. Huh? It's a lifetime wish, so let's go."

"It's already the seventh time. Jingi-san's "lifetime wishes"."

Yukito said that with a shocked face.

By the way, his last wish in life was "Put a poultice on my waist.".

A few days ago, it seems that the cleaning of the river, ordered by Kurama Haruaki, a disciple of his father, was unexpectedly harsh.

"Anyway, I won't lend you money."

"Kuh, heartless disciple."

"Please stop saying anything."

"Child. Stingy."

"Yes, yes."

"Stingy~"

"There are good things to say and bad things to say!"

Yukito, who was clear-headed when being insulted, suddenly rolled his eyes and raised his voice.

For him, who spent a lot of time in solitude, it seems that he could not give up the third provocative words.

"Did you ask permission? Say what you want."

Seeing Yukito, whose body was trembling in a trap, he smiled as if he was giving up.

"I'm angry! I'm going to tell Momoko-san about the mirin!"

When Yukito was outraged with the force of a steam that was about to come out of his head…

"I heard my name, did you call me?"

A woman appeared as if she was looking towards the kitchen. Lustrous hair longer than her waist, loose and tied. A beautiful woman looking good in an apron with a loving smile.

She is the Momoko he was talking about just now. The owner of that house, Momoko Amamiya, who is also the owner of Yukito and Jingi's quarters.

"Momoko-san! Jingi-san drank all the mirin!"

"Well. Is that true, Jingi-chan?"

Momoko placed her hand over her mouth and looked at him with a surprised expression.

"It's bad. I really want to drink alcohol."

Dedicated to worship with one hand. It was an apology as light as air, as if that had no weight

"Then why drink it all? Normally, you'd think Momoko-san would be in trouble when she cooked."

"It's certainly a problem. I was planning to eat boiled food for dinner today."

"Not like that! Isn't that a problem?"

"Then let's switch to a menu that doesn't use mirin."

"Eh?"

Yukito, who was giving in in quick succession, involuntarily bowed his head. Faced with Momoko, who has a calm personality, he thought that she wouldn't scold Jingi so harshly for the mirin. Still, she would at least give him a warning. He so she expected.

"Hehehe, Yukito, I'm sure you missed it."

Jingi whispered in Yukito's ear as he crossed his shoulders.

"Momoko-san is kind. As long as you apologize honestly, most things will be forgiven."

"Kuh...!"

"When you do something wrong, do you honestly apologize? This is advice from an old person who has lived in Amamiya's house for a long time."

With a pom-pom and a wrinkled face, Jingi touched Yukito's shoulder.

"I wonder what to do instead of slow cooker food?"

Despite the sudden menu change, Momoko seemed to be enjoying herself. "I can eat a lot of vegetables..." she searched her head for recipes.

However...

"Oh, no. I was on my way to a neighborhood association meeting."

Looking surprised, Momoko headed to the dining room across from the kitchen. Then she took off her apron and put it on one of the chairs that lined the dining room table.

"I'll be back at night."

She smiled at Yukito and Jingi in the kitchen and left.

"I'm sorry."

Jingi waved his hand as she flitted in the direction of the entrance. When he looked at him, Yukito, who was next to him, had an uninteresting look on his face.

"You seem dissatisfied."

"Momoko-san is too sweet to Jingi-san."

Yukito was angry and he expected she to punish him. For that reason alone, he wanted to raise an objection to Momoko's earlier answer.

"Momoko-san is not sweet to me."

He didn't understand, Jingi shrugged as if to say that. And then after leaving out a beat, he turned the answer.

"She's sweet to everyone."

"That could be..."

He tried to deny his words, but Yukito soon realized that he wasn't wrong. It hasn't been long since he started staying with the Amamiya family. During that period alone, Momoko took care of Yukito with his meals and other aspects of his life. Furthermore, if Yukito, who lived in an institution on the mainland, saw Yukito now, he would declare that he was spoiled.

"See you? You've been spoiled. There's no right to complain to Momoko-san."

"It was a mistake to expect such a kind person to play an angry role."

Yukito shrugged. He seemed like he was reflecting on his naive thinking.

"I want to have a big heart, even if it's only half of it. Then I should be able to laugh and forgive a helpless person like Jingi-san no matter what they do."

"It seems like you're praising Momoko-san, but you're really disrespecting me."

Jingi narrowed the corners of his eyes. Yukito only said what he thought, but he unexpectedly managed to cause damage.

"Momoko-san is human too, right? There's a lot to be upset about."

"Oh, really?"

"It is not surprising."

"Has she ever scolded you, Jingi-san?"

"Well, there was definitely a time when..."

Just as he was about to say it, the exasperated voice suddenly cut off. His expression turned cloudy and his face was drenched in sweat.

"Let's stop talking about this… I just remembered something scary."

He extended his lean to leave his body leaning against the fridge. Seeing that pitiful appearance, Yukito hesitated to delve into the matter.

The only certainty is that... it seems to be better not to make Momoko-san angry.

That is what it means.

"I am thirsty when I start to sweat a lot and cold."

After a while, he seems to have regained his moral composure. He adjusted his stance to get away from the refrigerator that he was indebted to.

"Ah, I'll have a drink...!"

It was a wish from the bottom of his heart. But...

"But you don't have mirin anymore, right? What should we do?"

Yukito brought an empty mirin bottle in front of Jingi.

The reason why the boy's voice is a bit swollen is probably because his teacher, who usually forces him to do unreasonable things, is in trouble. Unlike before, this time it was deliberate revenge. Although modest.

"I can't help it. It's for drinking."

Exhausted with a large sigh. Then, looking at the sky, he said with a bitter expression.

"Have to work..."

"You should think about that before drinking mirin, but normally..."

Yukito smiled wryly. Having lived his life avoiding socializing, this guy doesn't know much about what kind of people exist in the world. Even he understands it. He feels it in his skin, instinctively.

He shouldn't become an adult.

"Ok, Yukito. Run to see the post."

"Are you going to intercept the request addressed to Kurama-san again?"

Yukito blatantly disapproved of his words.

The post they're talking about is Kurama Haruaki's window on Ninoshima. If you post a letter there, you can make a request without going to Minoshima Kasen Shrine from him, who is an expert pulse manipulator.

The other day, Jingi and Yukito intercepted the application form that two of Kurama's disciples were trying to pick up in front of the mailbox. To be more specific, Yukito had just seen it and it was all the work of the best.

Anyway, it looks like he intends to take care of the senior apprentice application job again.

"I don't like having to argue with Kurama-san's disciples."

"I'm not saying you should argue. I'm just saying take your chances and take the application form with you."

"If you do that, you'll definitely get in trouble! If you're not good at it, is it a fight?!"

"You're just complaining, right?"

"What? I just want the Jingi-san to tell me..."

Just as Yukito was about to rebut, a light melody began to flow from somewhere. The source is a cell phone in Jingi's back pocket.

"How unusual, at a time like this."

Jingi tilted her head when he saw the registered name floating on the screen of the cell phone she took out.

"Hi?"

He put his ear to the speaker and began to speak. At the same time, he sent a gesture with his free hand to Yukito, who was puffing in front of him, saying, "Wait a minute."

"...Oh, yes. Huh? Kotaro Yashiki?"

When he mentioned the name of one of his bad friends, Kotaro Yashiki, Jingi smirked.

"So, are you alone today? Hehe, sorry to hear that... Huh? Me?"

Jingi slapped his voice into the microphone, "Don't be kidding!" The conversation continued with a negative attitude, but before long whining voices began to mix. It seems that the owner of the cell phone was being poked at a "painful place" and he didn't know what to say.

"I understand, ok."

Jingi ended the call with a mixed expression of dissatisfaction and resignation. He was silent for a while, but before long he called his only disciple, "Yukito."

"What?"

Yukito responded with slightly pointed lips, probably still not calming down from anger. Then his teacher looked up. It was a rare serious expression.

"Get ready. We will start a new training."

++++++++++

The sky over Ninoshima split into two, ultramarine blue and reddish-orange. The ratio is seven to three. In the not too distant future, the canvas of the sky will be dyed in the color of night. But the sun clung to the crest of the island's low mountains, as if he didn't want to finish his time yet.

There are two men facing each other in the light of the setting sun, which seems to be the final fight. They are in the middle of an urban area, one of the few in Ninoshima.

"I'm sorry. Please come quickly."

Said a man. Pretty tall looking and somewhat philosophical. His age ranges from his twenties to his thirties. He wears an apron over his pants and clean shirt.

"If you don't think it's bad, don't call me."

The answer was from the other man, Jingi. Sticking both thumbs into the left and right pockets of his pants, he looked at the aproned man with a nonchalant face.

"Didn't I tell you on the phone? The mansion is going to Ichinoshima for a family wedding, so we don't have enough people."

"That's why I'm your assistant."

"That's because you're the most reliable."

"Not at all."

The aproned man's response made his eyebrow twitch. Although his expression was still negative, it seems that it was a good answer that tickled the heart of this labor denialist.

"Above all, you were the easiest to persuade. If they tell you, "I won't let you drink on the account again", you will definitely come, right?"

"Persuasion, huh? The general public calls it a threat, mind you."

Jingi clenched his fists and shook his body.

Seeing that, the man in the apron gave a small laugh.

"If you don't want to be called that, stop drinking on the bill from now on."

"Then please make the drink free every time. Then there will be no bills."

"Do you want to destroy the store, idiot?"

The man in the apron shook his head with a wry smile at the unlikely proposition. Then suddenly a boy was caught in the corner of his vision. It was Yukito Yanagi.

"Uh..."

Noticing the aproned man's gaze, Yukito touched the post next to him as if he was calling for help. It is a special post where Kurama Haruaki accepts applications from the Ninoshima Islanders. Oddly enough, Yukito was brought here for his mission, right near the place where he met two of Kurama's disciples the other day.

"Jingi, who is that kid?"

Looking at Yukito, the man in the apron asked.

"You've talked to him before. He's Yukito Yanagi."

"Oh, Yanagi-sensei."

The man in the apron nodded two or three times in response to his answer. Apparently, to some degree, he had heard Yukito's information through Jingi.

"I am Azuki Mitarai, the owner of the Izakaya "Usagi" in the back."

The man in the apron, Mitarai, jerked his thumb behind him. What is there is a nice two-story wooden building, although it is not large. On the sign on the second floor, the word "Usagi" is written in large letters.

"Nice to meet you, Yukito-kun."

"Hello. I'm Yukito Yanagi."

Yukito waved back as he rolled his eyes. Aside from Jingi and Momoko, who he sees every day, he still feels awkward when he meets someone for the first time. It cannot be avoided because it is the result of living a life that avoids socialization.

"Ah, that's right, Azuki-chan. He will be working with you today."

"Ah!"

Yukito's eyes widened in surprise at his words. It's an expression like "I haven't heard of that" that he wanted to model.

"I'll save myself with more manpower, but... Yukito-kun, is alright?"

"No, I..."

The next moment, when Yukito was about to reply to Mitarai's confirmation…

"Why don't you go there and have a chat with your teacher, my beloved disciple?"

Grabbing the disciple by the neck, the master pulled him without saying yes or no. Yukito finally managed to untie the devotion arm from him when he was some distance away from "Usagi" and Mitarai.

"What is this? What happened to the new training?"

Yukito frowned and walked over to him.

"This is training."

Jingi spoke without any sign of remorse.

"Please stop joking around. No matter how you look at it, it's a part-time worker at an Izakaya. It's completely irrelevant, right?"

"Hey, who said that you are training to connect your pulse? This will train your communication skills!"

"This, my communication skills?"

"That's right. You've lived avoiding people because you're afraid that your powers will get out of control, right? That's why, when you talk to people, you're afraid. Your eyes water. Your voice shakes. So, what do you do when your classmates talk to you in high school? Don't miss out on making friends."

"Oh...!"

Yukito, who was leaning forward to denounce his righteousness, leaned back slightly.

Definitely, without a doubt, the words of dedication are a fallacy. He intends to involve Yukito in order to reduce his own work, even a little.

Even Yukito is fully aware of that. But...

"Will I improve my communication skills through this "training"? If that's the case, a fun high school life surrounded by friends is your thing."

Just like the finishing blow, Jingi whispered into Yukito's ear. The cloudy smile, the sweet words that make people happy and the whispers of the devil.

"That's cowardly... That way of saying it."

Yukito didn't want to give up. However, the words no will no longer come out.

"I'm going to tell Azuki-chan that you're ready to work too."

"Ah..."

Yukito's voice stopped him as he realized something.

"What?"

"Actually, I'm a high school student yet. Is it okay to work part-time?"

"Don't worry. Ichinoshima's mainland atmosphere aside, other islands don't care about such details."

"But..."

"I get it. Well, let's say you're here to help out at a friend's house, not a part-time job. Then, as a token of gratitude, I'll get paid for it and that'll solve the problem."

Jingi moved away from Yukito as he waved his hand. He is sure that he plans to go to Mitarai again to tell him that Yukito will also be working.

Looking at that back, Yukito said:

"How often do such quips come to you so easily?"

He muttered that with a half-astonished, half-impressed face.

Like the exterior, the interior of the Izakaya "Usagi" was very simple. It consists of four long tables that seat between six and eight people, and seating at the counter that seats about seven people.

"Then, it's a job I'll be in charge of."

Mitarai in an apron opened his mouth. At the end of his line of sight, he saw the figures of Jingi and Yukito, who are also wearing aprons. They were having a pre-opening meeting in the kitchen, across the counter.

"My duty is to help cook and drink. Yukito-kun, I will ask you to attend to the customers."

"Eh?"

Jingi slightly raised his hand while yawning.

"Hahaha!"

Yukito straightened his back... no, he stiffened and answered.

"You're very nervous. He's funny."

Jingi happily patted Yukito's tense back. Usually, at times like this, the disciple shakes off the hand of the teacher upset with him.

"...I'm nervous. It's my first time serving customers, so I wonder if I can do it right."

It's the first part-time job of his life and it doesn't seem to be a problem in the hospitality industry. It seemed that his face was turning pale.

"Silly. No one is waiting for you."

"That's right!"

Yukito's face became visibly hurt by the words Jingi uttered. Perhaps it was strange for Yukito to keep changing his expression like that.

"It's your first time, so it's not going to work out anyway. You make a lot of mistakes and you get really embarrassed."

"Does that mean failing and being embarrassed is also training?"

Yukito asked anxiously. Despite his low level of socialization experience, he tried to understand the true meaning of his words. He believed sanely.

But...

"No, I just want to see you. It seems interesting to see you nervous."

"This person is a devil."

Yukito was horrified by his response as he laughed.

Reality and Sagawa Jingi are generally not good.

"It's almost time to open. Jingi, break it up into small appetizer bowls of potato salad."

"What I hate the most is that kind of detailed work."

Responding to the merchant's instructions, Jingi went to the shelf to grab a small bowl, even as he grumbled. At the same time, Mitarai approached Yukito.

"Don't worry, Yukito-kun. When the time comes, Jingi will follow up."

"Jingi-san is a follower?"

Yukito's eyes were half suspicious. Since there was an exchange before, it seems that the trust is buried rather than in the ground.

"The guy who comes to the store as a customer is the worst kind of person who doesn't pay the bill for his drinking habit. But as a staff member who works with him, there is no one more trustworthy than him."

After saying that with a smile, Mitarai tapped Yukito on the shoulder.

"Then please bring the noren. The shop is open."

"Oh, yes."

Yukito left the kitchen and picked up the noren placed near the restaurant's entrance.

However, he didn't go out to the store as he was and silently looked back over his shoulder. He could see the kitchen over the counter. Next to Mitarai, who was working with a straight face, Jingi was about to yawn.

"Reliable, huh."

Yukito shook his head as if to say that it was impossible and left the store.

And when the night approached Ninoshima, opened "Usagi".

As soon as he opened the shop, customers came for the May Rain ceremony. There are already two groups at the table and three seats at the counter. Izakaya "Usagi" seems to be quite popular, even if you subtract the fact that there aren't many stores on the island.

"W-Welcome!"

Yukito greeted the new group of elders with an awkward yet smiling face. He has come into contact with various groups so far. It's actually easier to have a conversation with a customer than it is to exchange words with someone you meet for the first time in your daily life.

(I think I'll try to work as a waiter when I start high school.), Yukito thought.

Yukito's tension eased as his thought flickered.

But...

"Ah! There's a cute girl I haven't seen before! Yashiki-chan, are you free today?"

"Uh, well, it's a family wedding. So instead..."

"Look, this kid! He's the one staying with Momoko-chan."

"Ah, so you are Yanagi-sensei's son who returned from the mainland!"

"I am indebted to Yanagi-sensei in many ways!"

"Well, that's correct. So, the order is..."

"At your age, Yanagi-sensei was a sweet boy!"

"That's right! Young Inou always had a pale face when he was influenced! I can't believe he's the mayor now!"

"Um... the order..."

Yukito was there with a worried face along with the elders who recalled their memories. To be able to get into this quick conversation, that's exactly what is missing in his training right now.

"Don't be silly, order fast and contribute to sales! This is not the front porch next door!"

A voice that sounds like a person interrupting a sports game came flying in from the kitchen. The source is Jingi with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Haha, what's up? Are you doing the dishes today to pay the bills?"

"Azuki-chan, you should use him as much as possible!"

The old return a great mockery to the truth. They then turned to Yukito again.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting. So, can I place an order?"

"Yes."

Yukito filled out the handwritten sheets with the names of the sake and the dishes that were finally ordered.

(I wonder if he helped me.), Yukito thought.

Yukito looked towards the kitchen as he took orders. The person who could have helped him was laughing open-mouthed with the customers sitting at the counter. It seems that Jingi also frequents this shop frequently, so if he sees a regular customer, he can always say hello like this.

(By chance? But...), Yukito thought.

Still, that didn't change the fact that he wanted to do it. However, since there was a high probability that he would get involved in a problematic way if he said it directly, Yukito decided to thank him in his heart.

"Here's the order. Two draft beers, one highball, one oolong highball, one edamame, one sashimi of the day, one bowl of yakitori sauce, one salt, one thick omelet, and one or more specialty salads."

About an hour had passed since the business opened, and Yukito and the Izakaya lounge staff were already following the board. They do not hesitate to take customer orders and communicate the content to the two people in the kitchen.

"Ok."

Mitarai nodded in response to Yukito, and immediately called the person in charge of drinks, "Jingi", who was about to start making alcoholic drinks.

"Help me cook. I'll make the yakitori, so make the sashimi, salad, and tamagoyaki."

"Huh? Do I somehow have more stuff than you?"

Despite the dissatisfied voice, Mitarai brilliantly ignored him. He then called Yukito over the counter from the kitchen.

"I'd like to order a drink from you. Please bring the green soybeans as well."

"I'll do Jingi-san's job!"

A kitchen that cannot be said to be big, if it hadn't been for such a place, Yukito would have inadvertently withdrawn. Of course, he was happy to be entrusted with a new job.

However, this is the first part-time job for Yukito. It cannot be avoided that anxiety prevails over happiness.

"It's okay because the menu isn't that difficult. The recipe is written in the notebook on the back shelf. It's something like a manual I wrote when I moved into the mansion."

"Yes."

As he answered, Yukito headed towards the shelf at the back of the kitchen pointed out by Mitarai. The target notebook was in the drawer, which was mainly used to store tableware.

"So, I wonder if I can..."

Yukito wondered with a stiff expression. So...

"Take it easy, easy."

At the cutting board, Jingi smiled as she lightly sliced through the colorful vegetables. He looks like he's making a special salad himself right now.

"Customers here don't mind if they get drunk. They don't know the taste of sake anyway."

"I can hear you!"

Laughing protests rang out from the audience in response to the open and honest comments.

Seeing such a light-hearted exchange, Yukito laughed as they called out to him saying "Hahaha...". He made him feel a little better.

(Let's try for now.), Yukito thought.

Yukito made up his mind and began to move.

The first thing Yukito started was a beer that required the least amount of processing.

Pouring beer from a beer mug into a pre-chilled mug. Simple as that.

However, even if it is simple when you write it, there are many things that do not turn out as expected when you try it. And apparently, pouring beer, for Yukito was one of those.

"I ended up with nothing but bubbles..."

Looking at the mug, which clearly had too much white area, Yukito's face darkened.

He was aiming for the golden ratio of 3 for bubbles and 7 for liquid, which he saw in movies and dramas, but ended up with something with the opposite ratio.

"That's strange... I followed the manual..."

Yukito looked at the notebook. There are instructions and illustrations on how to pour beer. Whether it was made by Mitarai or added by the mansion is unknown, but it is a cute round design.

"Ah. Was the angle supposed to be more?"

Yukito found the words "The angle at which the cup is tilted is the point" taped to the side of the illustration. Then, using the experiences of the predecessors as inspiration, he tried again.

"Ok, nice feeling."

A beer with a beautiful contrast between white and gold was born. Yukito satisfactorily lifted his mouth and poured a second glass of beer.

"Next is Oolong High."

Right next to the beer page, there was an entry for shochu high, so Yukito happened to work at oolong high.

He puts some ice in a chilled glass and adds an appropriate amount of shochu. From the attached illustration, it seems like the trick is to give it a slight stir once in there to make it delicious. Then he adds the oolong tea and mix it up so the whole thing feels familiar and complete.

(Maybe this is the right one.), Yukito thought.

Having finished preparing the three drinks that had already been ordered, Yukito's heart was beginning to relax a bit. But...

"Eh? Bubbles..."

He realized it when he took out the glass of whiskey. The foam of the first beer burst and the balance that seemed to be the golden ratio was lost.

"Uh, um... what should I do in this situation?"

Yukito flipped through the pages of the notebook quickly. However, while there are tips and tricks on how to create a drink menu, there's no way to fill in the gaps.

Also, by doing so, the foam area of not only the first beer but also the second beer became suspect.

"Sorry! Do you have the beer yet?"

As if to add another punch, a demanding voice rose from the audience.

(I have to do something... I have to do something soon... Quick, quick, quick...), Yukito thought.

Yukito desperately tried to find a solution. However, the more he hurried, the duller and heavier his thought became. It's a vicious circle to the point of being splendid.

"What the hell are you doing alone?"

"Cold?!"

Suddenly, a cold and stinging sensation hit the back of his neck. Then, his reduced field of vision suddenly widened and he noticed that there was a familiar person next to him.

"J-Jingi-san?"

"Don't serve beer while looking like it's the end of the world. I told you take it easy, take it easy."

With a fearless smile, Jingi tossed rock ice into the sink. It seems that this has alienated Yukito from his own world.

"Are you okay with cooking?"

"Ok, it was nothing, I was too efficient and I have free time."

While joking, Jingi looked at the area where Yukito was working. After a while, he made a guessing face with "Hmm.".

"Prepare the edamame for now. Then refill the beer."

"So, this foamy beer is..."

"I'll take care of that. Look, the guests are waiting. Hurry up."

"Yes."

Yukito nodded, backed by the momentum of his dedication. The boy's face was much brighter than when he was alone and desperate.

Yukito ran to the refrigerator and took out a container containing edamame. The already boiled yellow-green pods were then transferred to a bamboo strainer for individual servings.

"Edamame is fine. After that, beer..."

Yukito muttered as he moved his hand away.

Jingi, who was looking at him sideways, said with a small smile, "Didn't you learn the word carefree in school?" But he's not just looking at the boy at work, his hand is in constant motion.

He poured ice into a glass, add whiskey and mix with soda. He inserted a mixer to finish, but the number of times he mixed is extremely small. This is to prevent carbonic acid from escaping.

"Eh..."

Yukito was involuntarily fascinated by the flowing tricks.

"Don't be blown away, get it to the customer quickly. You'll run out of bubbles again."

Was much. He placed the finished highball on the worktable. The sound made Yukito come to his senses. He had two freshly refilled beers in his hands and was playing refreshing music.

"I'm coming!"

Yukito ran towards the audience.

After that, going back and forth to the kitchen several times, he was finally able to offer all the drink menus.

"All drinks are gone."

When Yukito returned to the kitchen, the food was placed on the work table that had been handling alcohol until just now. A colorful salad and white sashimi that makes you feel fresh and elastic. They both look very delicious.

"I can cook. Please take that."

The tamagoyaki, the aroma of dashi soup rising along with the steam, was placed on a new square flat plate, and Jingi looked to Yukito.

"Oh, yes."

Yukito took the plate of food and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Thanks for that earlier. It was helpful."

He was embarrassed, so he tended to look away a bit instead of looking at him squarely. However, there was no reaction from Jingi.

"Jingi-san?"

Thinking that he hadn't heard, Yukito looks at Jingi again. So...

"Glup, glup, glup...!"

"Hey..."

Yukito widened his eyes and was surprised at what happened. That was because the sage in front of him was crouching on the spot and holding a mug of beer.

"You're crazy, Jingi-san...! You're at work...!"

"Puah, no problem. Azuki-chan is concentrating on the yakitori right now."

Looking over his shoulder and looking back. As he said, Mitarai in front of the grill was fighting the yakitori while he endured the heat of the blazing fire. There were no signs that he was directing attention there.

"That's why...!"

"I'm dealing with your mistakes, you know? Rather, thank me."

"My mistake..."

At that moment, the conversation from a few minutes ago revived in Yukito's mind. Seeing the beer whose bubbles were disappearing, Jingi said:

"I'll take care of that."

"Maybe he asked me to refill it because he wanted to drink it..."

"Hahaha..."

Jingi neither affirmed nor denied it, he just laughed with a fine beard of foam under his nose.

"That person..."

Yukito is in the so-called "I don't get it" state, to the degree of rubbish that goes diagonally above expectations. However, the truth is that he helped him when he was confused. Therefore, it is difficult to criticize or say so to Mitarai.

"And for now, I'll get you some food."

(When I start thinking seriously about this person, I get a headache.), Yukito thought.

Having made that decision, Yukito decided to concentrate on his work for now.

"Yukito."

As he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, Jingi called out to Yukito.

"If there's something you don't understand, ask me or Azuki-chan. No matter how busy I am, I can still answer your questions, okay?"

"......"

Those casually spoken words shocked Yukito.

The crisis he found himself in until recently was not due to his lack of ability. He didn't know what to do with part-time jobs and alcohol, so to speak, due to his lack of experience. Probably, if he had asked Jingi or Mitarai, he could have figured it out right away.

But at that time, Yukito didn't even think of the "asking because I don't know" method. It wasn't the beer or being rushed around that made him feel weak.

It did not exist from the beginning.

The choice itself to trust someone when you're in trouble.

He has lived his life keeping his distance from others and without expectations.

(It's a problem before communication skills.), Yukito thought.

Yukito chuckled to himself.

It was a part-time job that started as a quibble, but it may have been the right answer after trying.

The "training" of this time was a good opportunity to become aware of how to interact with others, that is rusty and immature.

"...Yes. If there's something I don't understand, I won't hesitate to ask."

Yukito smiled and said that.

It is impossible to change the distance with others at this time. But little by little he will begin to change because of the people who are next to him.

Yes, Yukito made a vow in his heart.

"Glup, Glup, Glup. Secretly drinking beer during a part-time job is exceptional."

Jingi, who was squatting down and drinking his second beer said, "Ah...", with an understanding face.

"Yukito. Next time, definitely don't go wrong with the beer, ok? Absolutely? It's because it is absolutely, ok?"

"......"

Yukito silently and coldly looked at Jingi, who was looking at him as if he was waiting for something.

Maybe he should immediately change the distance with just this housemate.

Far from it...

Despite some minor problems, the business of the Izakaya "Usagi" ran smoothly, and it has already been three hours since Yukito and Jingi started work.

"Umm... put some ice in the glass... this amount of whiskey... soda covers about 80% of the glass."

In the kitchen, Yukito's face fell as he faced the work table. In his hand is a caramel-colored glass that plays the refreshing sound of the soda. It's a drink.

"Alright."

Beside Yukito, arms folded, Jingi made an assessment.

So far there have been busy times when the kitchen is running at full speed. Now that dinner time is past, however, the audience is quiet, with one group at the table and two at the counter.

Because of that, Yukito was in charge of making the drinks, which was limited to the time Jingi helped with the cooking, for practice.

"But I still can't do it as fast as Jingi-san."

"I'm used to it. Besides, you don't have to take quantity seriously. You can make it faster that way."

"Is it okay to do it that way?"

Yukito asked a legitimate question, but Jingi's response was "That's my style.", which cannot be used as a guarantee.

"However! From a drinker's point of view, I can't forgive a lack of alcohol. No more sin! So if you're not sure, put it in a darker color."

As he said that, Jingi tipped the bottle of whiskey into the tall glass Yukito made.

He is chasing the whiskey.

"What an oversight... Mitarai-san will be angry..."

Worried, Yukito looked at Mitarai, who was in the background. However, the Izakaya owner was looking at the flames on the grill with somewhat distant eyes. So far, he doesn't seem to be aware of Jingi's outrageous acts.

"Okay, the Jingi Special is ready. Serve it to the customers."

Despite Yukito's concerns, the highball was completed with a special hand.

Actually, he was providing it.

"Oh? This whiskey is mostly alcohol!"

The customer, a middle-aged man, had a big smile on his face even as he complained.

"He loved it. He was happy."

"Really?"

Hearing Yukito's report in the kitchen, Jingi twitched his nose.

"When it comes to drinking, leave it to me. It's not like I'm always drunk on dates."

"You shouldn't be proud to say that."

Yukito smiled wryly. He began to wash the used glasses that had accumulated in the sink.

"Okay, you can take a break after washing it. There aren't many customers, so go eat now."

Saying that, Jingi turned around and asked Mitarai, "Are you alright, Azuki-chan?"

However, the answer did not come immediately.

"Azuki-chan? Is it alright if I give Yukito a break?"

Judging that the voice did not come, Jingi confirmed it again. It seems that he finally noticed, and Mitarai nodded briefly, "Ah."

"Because I'll cook you a meal, so grab your apron and wait at the counter."

With the shop owner's permission, Jingi rolled up his sleeves and smiled at Yukito.

There is nothing that can be called a break room at the Izakaya "Usagi". If you just want to take a short break, it is usual to sit at the back of the store, and if you are going to finish your meal, use the counter seats when there are not many customers.

According to that rule, Yukito, who was allowed to take a break to eat, was sitting at the end of the counter seat.

From time to time the sparsely packed audience can be heard laughing merrily. Of course, he was quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of rush hour when it was packed with people. But even so, Yukito felt that it was lively enough.

(It's a bit weird.), Yukito thought.

He had a part-time job for the first time in his life and was about to eat his first meal on his break.

"Even if I told them about today when I was on the mainland, they wouldn't believe me..."

Yukito muttered with a thoughtful face.

Right after that, the chair next to him began to shake with a buzz.

Yukito was taken aback for a moment, but immediately remembered the cell phone he had left in his apron pocket.

Talking on the cell phone in front of customers is really intimidating. Yukito thought so and left the store for a while with his phone vibrating.

"How cold..."

Yukito cringed involuntarily.

It must be because of the difference in temperature between the inside of the tent, which was full of heat, and the fact that it was completely dark. The Ninoshima wind mixed with the smell of the sea was a bit chilly.

"Sorry... I forgot to contact you."

Yukito checked his cell phone again and let out a regretful sigh. The person floating on the screen is "Momoko-san".

"Yes."

[Yukito-kun? Where are you now?]

As soon as the call started, an awkward voice came out of the speaker. Hearing that, Yukito felt even more embarrassed.

"Sorry, Momoko-san, I didn't contact you. In fact..."

Summoned by Mitarai, Jingi decided to work on "Usagi".

Yukito explained how they ended up working together on that process.

[Next time, please tell me, okay? Leaving Jingi-chan aside, I was really worried because Yukito-kun suddenly disappeared, you know?]

"Yes. I'll be careful."

With a remorseful look, Yukito bowed to Momoko on the other end of the phone.

[By the way, until what time do you two stay at the store? Will you have dinner at the restaurant?]

"I don't know until what time. Ah, but... Dinner is being cooked by Jingi-san."

As Yukito said that with a chest full of anticipation, Momoko laughed, "Fufu."

[I'm looking forward to it. Because Jingi-chan is good at cooking.]

"I also found out for the first time today. Jingi-san is actually a person who can do many things."

[That's how it is! If he tries, he can do it!]

Suddenly, Momoko's tone of voice rose. No, she jumped.

[Actually, it was I who taught him how to cook. Ever since I was little, I have been told that "prepare honest food for the people who will eat it".]

"Hmm, Momoko-san was Jingi-san's cooking teacher?"

Yukito let out a voice filled with surprise and admiration.

In response to the reaction, Momoko's words sped up even more.

[It's not that exaggerated to be a master. The words I just said are secondhand to my grandmother. But I tried my best to convey that to Jingi-chan.]

"Haha..."

Momoko's furious narrative showed no signs of stopping. And when Yukito was stumped...

"Yukito."

Jingi left through the store entrance. Furthermore, he motioned for Yukito to return to the shop.

[I still remember it. The first time Jingi-chan was in the kitchen was in elementary school.]

"I'm sorry, Momoko-san. It seems that something has happened in the shop, so I have to go back."

After hanging up the phone without waiting for an answer, Yukito ran into the store. His expression was somewhat relieved.

"I'm sorry, both of you."

It was Mitarai who said the apologetic words. His expression was terribly painful and his complexion had turned pale.

"If you don't feel well, it can't be helped. Huh?"

"Huh? Oh, yes."

Yukito nodded in panic as he was suddenly pulled away from him.

Yukito, who was called back to the kitchen, was told that Mitarai would be leaving early. He thought that some kind of problem had occurred in the shop, but this development really exceeded his expectations.

"I suddenly felt dizzy after rush hour. Nothing happened until then..."

Covering his face with his palm, Mitarai groaned.

"Aren't you tired? Considering the lack of manpower, the preparation and cleanup were already perfect before we arrived."

As he crossed his arms, Jingi sighed in exasperation and said, "You're working too hard."

"When someone who doesn't work says it, the weight is different."

Mitarai shrugged and smiled. Then he took off his apron and hung it on the hook on the side of the kitchen shelf. Getting ready to go home.

"Please close the shop when the customers leave. You can throw out the prepared ingredients or take them home. And about today's part-time job fee, next time I'll color it correctly."

"Shut up. Go upstairs quickly and go to sleep."

Mitarai talked about post-processing and Jingi pushed him out of the shop.

Mitarai's residence is on the second floor of "Usagi", after going up the stairs at the side of the store.

"Take care of yourself."

After dismissing Mitarai, who was forced to go home, Yukito looked around the kitchen and into the store. This is the end of his first part-time job.

(There were many things, but it was fun.), Yukito thought.

A small smile appeared on Yukito's lips. Today's event seems to have been a positive experience for him.

"Geez."

As soon as he returned to the kitchen, Jingi sat on the edge of the sink. Since Mitarai is not there, the behavior is careless, it is as usual.

"Then let's leave it like that until the guests leave. Yukito, for now, put the noren away."

"I understand."

Yukito headed for the store after receiving his instructions. If there is no good will, new customers should not come unless there is a very good reason.

"Yes, leftover ingredients."

Suddenly remembering Mitarai's words, Jingi opened the refrigerator. Some pre-cut meats, fish and vegetables seem to have a short shelf life. These are probably the things that need to be removed. And there are quite a few.

"It's a waste to throw it away, so let's take it home. No, it's better to sell it to another restaurant and make some money... ha!"

Jingi, who had been muttering to himself about his evil little plan, suddenly widened his eyes as if struck by lightning. And he immediately he ran to the store.

"Yukito!"

"What happen?"

Yukito, who had removed the noren and was about to return to the shop, went wide-eyed at the despair that appeared.

"Don't put it away. Don't put the noren away yet."

Yukito, who had received completely opposite instructions, tilted his head and asked, "Why all of a sudden?"

"I'll explain it to you later."

Jingi put his hand on Yukito's shoulder.

"More importantly, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll give you something delicious."

He smiled very kindly.

"Delicious!"

"Ah, I see, I see."

Seeing Yukito's bright eyes, Jingi satisfactorily repeated his statement.

In front of Yukito, who is currently sitting at the counter, is a small cast iron skillet heated by fire. In "Usagi", it is a tool that is often used for menu items that are to be served freshly baked, such as gyoza dumplings in a cast iron pot.

A heaping pile of thinly sliced wagyu beef tenderloin sizzles in the pan. The seasoning is salt and pepper, and the sauce is Japanese flavored with grated daikon radish and ponzu sauce sprinkled with perilla leaves.

"This meat is the best, Jingi-san! I can eat all the rice I want!"

Yukito stuffed the meat into his mouth and used the upturned utensil to dig the rice into the rice bowl.

The last customer had just finished paying, so now the "Usagi" store is empty except for Yukito and Jingi. Therefore, even if Yukito is in a good mood, he won't be a bother to anyone.

"Eat, eat, eat."

"Yes!"

Giving a big smile to Jingi who was next to him, Yukito proceeded to eat the meat. Then suddenly, with an expression close to ecstasy, he let out a breath.

"Haa... Being able to get money from a part-time job and eat such delicious meat for free. I wonder if it's okay to be so happy."

"Hmm? Who said it's free?"

"Eh?"

Yukito's hand, which was once again reaching for the meat with his chopsticks, suddenly stopped. Jingi smiled and uttered outrageous words. If that's true...

"J-Jingi-san? Isn't this rice free?"

"Well, you can't get that kind of high-quality meat in an izakaya, right? That's a terrific item, and it's on the menu, "Wagyu beef tenderloin with shredded radish and ponzu sauce". Well, it's super special, so the price is 2500 yen."

"Well, because it's about Jingi-san..."

"It is true that I baked it. But who ate it? Who, where?"

"......"

Yukito involuntarily lowered his gaze when asked about the truth. Three quarters of the wagyu beef tenderloin that should have been in the pan was already gone. Yukito knew better than anyone where the meat had disappeared.

"Is the high-quality meat you eat at your hard-earned part-time job delicious?"

"Uh..."

With a rueful expression, Yukito grabbed his chopsticks.

He was happy with this grilled meat because he thought it was part of his reward for his work and it was free. If the price had been presented from the beginning, Yukito probably wouldn't have eaten it.

He wanted to use the money he earned from his first part-time job for what he wanted. If possible, everyone should want to do it. At the very least, there's no way he would want to use it for high-class meat that he was forced to eat like this.

"Huh? Do you have any regrets? Yes, I have good news for you."

Paff. Jingi clapped.

"You can treat me to that meat. However, there are conditions."

"Conditions?"

"Keep working with me until the store closes."

"Even if you tell me to work, the shop is already..."

"Yes, Izakaya "Usagi" is closed. From now on, Izakaya "Kappa" will open."

"Kappa?"

Yukito frowned at the mysterious meaning of the name. But more than that, there was a point in his speech that he needed to question.

"Um, about this, Mitarai-san..."

"Don't tell him."

"So you're saying you want to open a shop without permission?"

"As expected, it would be dangerous if it were found out. But it's not a problem."

Jingi put his elbow on the shoulder of Yukito who was sitting on the chair. And as he looked at the disciple's face...

"You and I are the only ones who know about this."

He gave him a proud smile.

In conclusion, he had a problem.

"No, I don't want... I don't want him to get mad at me. If you want to do it, shouldn't you do it yourself, Jingi-san?"

Yukito showed his rebellious intentions with a strong look.

Then he took a deep breath.

"This is delicious, Yukito! Wagyu beef tenderloin! After all, it is the most expensive menu item in this restaurant!"

Shhh. No, he let out a loud voice as to reach the person who lives on the second floor.

"Kuh..."

Yukito nodded in disappointment.

In front of him, Jingi gently placed a cup of tea. A cup of hot tea to take a breather after a meal and for those who accept defeat.

"Why did you suddenly get motivated? Even when Mitarai-san called you, you really didn't want to work."

In the teacup, Yukito stared at the light brown water surface with slight ripples. The tea that "Usagi" served as a service was not green tea but leaf tea.

"I still hate it. But, even though I don't like working, I don't dislike earning money."

Jingi made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and laughed.

"There are zero-cost ingredients and there's a place to cook and sell them. There's no way not to take advantage of this. If all goes well, I won't have to worry about paying for alcohol for a while."

Jingi spoke of his ambition with flaming eyes.

Looking at the situation from the side, Yukito thought seriously.

(I wish he could turn this motivation into a pulse.)

And in secret, the Izakaya "Kappa" began its activity.

On the surface, it's still just "Usagi". As a result, customers arrived knowing nothing.

"Good evening, are you still on duty?"

Another new customer appeared from behind the noren curtain. He was a man in his fifties with a towel wrapped around his head like a headband.

"Yes, welcome."

It was Yukito who greeted him with a drawn smile. The expression on his face stiffened again with a sense of tension that it wasn't a normal business, unlike when the store first opened.

"That's a new face. Where are you from?"

The man in the towel looked curiously at Yukito's face.

"Well..."

Yukito wondered why he was there and how he could explain it, including the circumstances of the store.

"Oh, come on, man!"

A cheerful voice from the kitchen echoed across the counter.

"Isn't that exhaustive? What happened to Azuki-chan?"

In response to the towel man's question, Jingi pointed to the second floor and said, "He's sick and left early."

"But the mansion is closed, so today we will manage this shop."

"Hey, are you okay with that, Jingi-chan?"

With a mocking laugh, the man in the towel sat down at the counter.

"Is it okay to place an order? For now, beer and fried nankotsu..."

"Sorry. We don't have much food or alcohol left today. We can only serve a set menu."

Yukito bowed his head apologetically.

On the other hand, the man with the towels looked worried.

"Is that so? So what do you have?"

"Highball and Kakiage!"

In response to the towel man's question, Jingi barked at the moment when he was about to eat. It was a tremendous force, like he was jumping off the counter.

"Jingi-san, please give me a special kakiage."

"Okay!"

As Yukito gave his order, Jingi grabbed a bowl that was nearby. The content is tempura batter made by mixing cake flour with liquid egg made by combining cold water and eggs. He poured over the edamame beans, the carrots cut into flower petals, and the pulled pork in another bowl.

After confirming the ingredients that Mitarai had entrusted to get rid of, Jingi came up with this kakiage. There is a high degree of freedom in the combination of ingredients, and since the vegetables are already cut for preparation, it does not take long. And more than anything...

"This freshly fried one is violently delicious...!"

With an evil profile that makes it hard to believe he's cooking, Jingi stared at the kakiage dancing in the golden oil.

The weak point of fried foods is that they do not have a lasting flavor. Compared to other cooking methods, flavor and texture are lost significantly over time.

However, if he can limit the dishes he prepares to just kakiage and continue to offer customers freshly fried kakiage, that's not the limit.

That is the "answer" that Jingi had deduced. That's half the reason.

By the way, for the other half it was simply annoying to prepare various dishes.

However, freshly fried kakiage wrapped in a fragrant crispy batter was very popular, oblivious to the schemes of the kitchen.

"Stuffed Kakiage!"

"Here too!"

"Yes!"

Yukito hurriedly filled out the additional order forms that arrived one after another. Unlike normal business hours, however, there is only one dish. As long as he hadn't made the wrong number, it would have been difficult for him to make a communication mistake.

Anticipating this development, Jingi gave Yukito another role besides serving customers. Is...

"Yukito-kun, thanks again for the highball."

"Yes, I understand!"

There was a scene where he failed, but he was able to learn several things as a beverage manager.

Yukito returned to the kitchen and first told Jingi the amount of extra kakiage. And once again, he would make a drink at the work table.

(I think Jingi-san did it like this.)

While remembering the vivid handiwork of his master, Yukito created an amber-colored cup as if he traced it.

Although not as perfect as expected, it is a satisfying result for Yukito, including the fact that the process was carried out without any deadlocks. But...

"Was there too much whiskey?"

Perhaps it was because he mimicked his dedication that he skipped weighing the sake, so he could have ended up with a strong-feeling whiskey.

"Well, Jingi-san also said, "There is no drinker who gets angry because the alcohol is strong", so it's fine."

"Isn't that a good thing...?"

"Hey."

A muffled cry escaped from Yukito's throat.

Before he knew it, Jingi was behind him like a vengeful ghost in a horror movie.

"The cost is zero because we use ingredients that will be thrown away. The more you sell, the more profit you make. But alcohol doesn't work that way."

"Yes, it hurts, Jingi-san."

As he insisted, Jingi barely dug his ten fingers into Yukito's shoulders.

"I'm going to pretend I broke the whiskey and pay Azuki-chan later. So be careful with the amount. Not a millimeter, no, not a drop, you know?"

"I understand! I understand!"

When Yukito agreed as he writhed in pain, Jingi finally let go of his hand.

"Isn't that completely different from what you just said?"

Yukito blew up his cheeks like a balloon.

In front of his line of sight is the back of Jingi, who returned to cooking kakiage with long strides.

While the only employee accumulated dissatisfaction, the business of the Izakaya "Kappa" went smoothly like the flow of a river.

"It's selling out...! Kakiage with zero material costs is selling like crazy...!"

Jingi looked down and smiled. The tempura pot in front of him is still cooking kakiage.

But he is looking even lower. Coins and bills in a plastic garbage bag under his feet. Those are the profits he has made from his secret business so far.

"I can buy a lot of alcohol with this amount of money."

Jingi raised the corners of his mouth even higher. At the same time, he turned over the kakiage that was swimming in the oil with the chopsticks in his hand. The sunken surface exposes his face, revealing a vivid fox color.

"No, wait."

In the middle of turning over the second kakiage, Jingi suddenly stopped. And he began to think.

He got some money. Even so, if he buys a lot of expensive alcohol, or goes out many times to have fun in bars, he will soon hit rock bottom.

So why doesn't he make more money so he doesn't have to worry about alcohol for a while?

But even if he wants to, there isn't an infinite amount of materials he can use for free. If the current strong sales continue, they probably won't be able to open until closing time.

As a result of continuing to think like this, Jingi came up with a certain plan. However, this is a prohibited business in restaurants.

The seafood, meat and vegetables used in the kakiage are halved and the remaining amount is added to the batter. This saves material while maintaining volume.

"Okay, this will extend the time until the material runs out."

Looking at the kakiage, which had just been taken out of the oil and looked the same as before, Jingi nodded in satisfaction.

Also, continues the "reform" of Jingi. The next thing to do is the one that is the biggest obstacle to sales.

"Yukito."

Jingi called out to Yukito. He thinks that he was about to prepare a whiskey just now and was about to take out a glass.

"Aren't you busy with the crowded seats? I'll also be in charge of the drinks, so focus on serving the customers."

"Eh? If that happens, Jingi-san will be in trouble this time..."

Yukito frowned. Jingi, who continues to make kakiage incessantly, seems worried that he has more work to do.

"Leave it to me. Now, you receive orders from customers like bang bang."

"Haha..."

Yukito left the kitchen and went with the audience as if he was being kicked out.

As soon as he confirmed that, Jingi started working on the concept of a new type of highball. Even if the whiskey is watered down by the interest rate alone, customers will complain. To avoid it...

"I'll use the technique you taught me, Taki-chan."

While he said a name that seems to be a friend's, Jingi continued to make tall glasses according to the same procedure as before. However, the whiskey is definitely less than what Yukito was making. As it is, it's just a fine whiskey.

But this is where the technique really shines.

Finish with a tablespoon of undiluted whiskey.

The surface of the water is amber in color and a faint amber color falls on it like morning dew falling from plants. At first glance nothing has changed in the glass. However, the moment you drink it, the rich aroma of whiskey tickles your nose.

It was originally a technique to make the highball even more delicious, but Jingi used it to cheat the reduced amount of alcohol.

"Hey, I'm waiting for the highball."

From the kitchen, Jingi handed the new whiskey to the customer sitting at the counter. A young man in his early twenties wearing a cap.

"Huh? This whiskey... well, maybe it's just my imagination."

He bowed his head for a moment, but after that, the customer in the cap didn't seem to care and he started playing with his cell phone while he drank a scotch.

"...Okay, success."

Speaking with a voice that could only be heard by his own ears, Jingi clenched his fists in a position invisible to the audience. Apparently, the smell wafting off the surface of the glass fooled him well.

In this way, Jingi, who was blinded by the future price of sake, continued his business by making full use of his abundant technology and his simple tricks.

As a result, he managed to get much better results than originally planned.

He couldn't stop laughing at that. Even Yukito, who worked with him, had Ebisu's face all the time, to the point that he couldn't help but frown and say, "It's disgusting."

However, the wrinkle of the business, which seems to lengthen life time after time, has definitely come from the Izakaya "Kappa" side.

"There are only a few ingredients left. With this I can make some kakiage and there are a few left..."

Jingi clicked his tongue reluctantly.

With the passage of time, the number of clients had been considerably reduced.

There are still customers. The opportunity to earn money is in front of him. So what should he do?

"I can't afford to use tomorrow's ingredients or I'll lose the profit. It's a dough, we have to increase the dough to maintain the appearance of the kakiage!"

Reduce the number of ingredients to the limit and increase the mass to compensate. This is how kakiage was born, a fried food that was almost only battered.

"Jingi-san, I've been getting complaints that there are no ingredients in the kakiage..."

When Yukito came to introduce himself to the kitchen with a worried face...

"Then as an apology, I'll add another dish, no, two kakiage dishes!"

The exaltation was powerful, he presented two dishes with freshly fried "rebosado".

"Also, there are complaints that the whiskey is thin."

"Give the whining boy another drink! We can still make a lot of money!"

"It's already unreasonable."

Yukito let out a long breath.

Izakaya "Kappa" was no longer in a state that could be considered a decent restaurant. No, he doubted that it was decent from the start.

By continuing to serve only thin battered highballs and kakiage, customers disappeared from the store before closing time.

"All the customers went home angry."

"It was too much?"

Yukito and Jingi were standing next to each other in the kitchen, looking at the empty seats. Including the time of "Usagi", the space that was normally lively in "Kappa" has now become a way of just sitting in silence.

"Hey, should we start getting ready to close shop?"

Taking a deep breath, Jingi looked at Yukito.

"I'll clean the kitchen area, so take care of the bathroom."

"I understand."

After receiving instructions, Yukito headed to the bathroom with cleaning tools. He then he hung up the "cleaning" sign and closed the door.

"Do you want me to clean it too?"

Jingi also went to close the job. First, he removed the oil stains that had stuck around the stove. As he was thinking, something touched the tip of his toe.

It was about today's sales at the Izakaya "Kappa", which was packed in a plastic bag that was placed at his feet.

"If you win that much, it's your letter."

Looking at the greatly inflated bag, Jingi nodded in satisfaction.

Although the urge didn't last until the end, she was able to get enough funds not to worry about drinking for a while, that was his goal.

"If I wanted to, I would sell all the kakiage."

Jingi looked at the oil drainer in the sink. There, the kakiage, freshly fried and mostly covered in batter, was smoky white.

(It's a waste to throw it away, so let's feed it to Yukito.)

When she was thinking about such things, she heard the noise of the shop door being opened.

"Last chance...!"

Jingi's eyes widened.

The next moment, he pulled a plate from the shelf and quickly served the kakiage, which had lost its place to go. Force the client with that, no. If he provides it, he will have used up all the materials that were planned to be discarded.

Thanks for selling it. It can be said that it is the most beautiful way to close the curtain of the Izakaya "Kappa".

"Let's decorate it, the one called the beauty of the end."

A fearless smile appeared on Jingi's lips.

At the same time, he seemed to be pouring a whiskey, so he put ice in the glass without wasting anything.

But...

"Huh? There's almost no whiskey left for the highballs."

He shook the whiskey bottle in his hand, but he could only hear the faint sound of water.

Immediately, Jingi reached for a new bottle of whiskey and stopped halfway.

"If I open a new bottle here, in the future I'll drink less alcohol...!"

Why has he been doing this all this time? All of this must have been to avoid the dreary days of drinking mirin to satisfy one's greed for sake.

Remembering his original intentions, Jingi grabbed the whiskey bottle, which was nearly empty. In those eyes dwells the light of an unbreakable will.

(This is my way of life...!)

Weariness barked at his heart.

And, overlooking it, a bowl of infinitely clear, transparent water. Although it was meant to be a highball, it would not be.

If you dare to name it, it is carbonated water with a slight aroma of whiskey.

"Haa... haa... there's no going back."

As expected, there must have been several conflicts, and Jingi wiped his sweaty brow.

And right after that, he heard a rattling noise.

He sat down, the last customer at the counter.

"Wait for the kakiage and highball!"

Without even looking at the customer's face, Jingi put the food and drink on the table.

He had won.

After consuming all the ingredients and alcohol, they used up everything.

Complete victory.

That's what he thought until he heard that voice.

"Oh! It's nice to be served freshly fried food as soon as you sit down!"

"Eh...?"

Standing in front of the stunned Jingi was Momoko, who was in such a good mood that she was almost humming.

"I came here because I wanted to see Jingi-chan and Yukito-kun working. Hmm, it smells good."

Momoko clasped her hands together and curtsied as she inhaled the fragrant oil that rose from the kakiage.

"I will enjoy having this."

"Wait."

Momoko bit into the kakiage before Jingi uttered a voice of restraint.

It was fast.

The sound of freshly fried dough echoed through the quiet shop.

And the silence came.

Momoko didn't move from her stance to take a bite of the kakiage. On the other hand, Jingi was staring at her as he sweated like a waterfall.

Soon after, Momoko put her chopsticks into the plate of kakiage, and picked up a tall glass set next to her with the faintly whiskey-scented carbonated water that Jingi made. Then, she tipped the glass vertically and drank it all in one go, letting out a "yuck" sigh.

"Kakiage with no ingredients, carbonated water in the name of a highball. Did you serve a customer with such insincerity?"

Momoko quietly lowered the glass that only had ice on the table. Her eyes, which are directed at the truth, narrowed like threads. However, it was clear from Jingi's pale and grandly drawn expression that it was not a smile.

"You need to retrain yourself. Cooking and heart."

"Wait a minute, Momoko-san! I'll do it properly from now on! I'll cook sincerely! That's why..."

"Okay. Jingi-chan, you're a kid who can do it if you try."

Momoko got up from her chair without hearing the end of Jingi's persuasion. She then reached out to the other side of the counter.

"Come on, let's start special training now."

"Right now...?"

"Hurry up, my God."

Momoko's eyes narrowed as she answered the question, which caused her cheeks to tremble.

This time it was a genuine and loving smile.

"Fu, it's over."

Yukito, who was cleaning the bathroom, opened the door and went out.

It was a part-time job that started out tricky, but admittedly he had a lot of experience. To express his gratitude, he was working hard to clean every corner, but unexpectedly time passed.

"Jingi-san, what should I do after cleaning the bathroom...? Jingi-san?"

He looked around the kitchen and even the audience, but there was no sign of Jingi. However, there was half eaten kakiage and a glass of whiskey on the counter seat. Apparently, a customer came while Yukito was cleaning.

"Where have you gone?"

Looking worried, Yukito let out a breath.

It was 22:00 hours and the hands of the clock were approaching the closing time of the Izakaya "Usagi".

That night, Jingi never came back to the store.

The next morning.

Yukito woke up in his own bed on the second floor of the Amamiya residence where he was staying.

His body feels terribly heavy. That is probably due to physical and mental fatigue caused by unknown work.

After that, Yukito worked to close the Izakaya "Usagi" in his absence. In addition to having to do a job that could have been shared by two people, Yukito had his first day at a part-time job yesterday. When he finished everything with the manual in hand, it was already close to midnight.

Before Jingi, who overcame the difficulties and returned home, he couldn't be satisfied if he didn't say a single complaint.

Yukito returned to the Amamiya family in a trance, but the house was dark and even Momoko was absent, let alone Jingi. Yukito, who had been hit by a watermark on his shoulder, was tired and forgot to change clothes and take a bath, returned to his room and went to bed early.

"I wonder if Jingi-san and Momoko-san are back?"

Yukito muttered while he was still rubbing his sleepy eyes, then got up from the bed and left his room.

Right after that, the smell of miso soup tickled Yukito's nose. Also, the sound of a kitchen knife hitting a chopping board could be heard faintly from the first floor.

Stimulated by smell and hearing, Yukito headed for the kitchen on the first floor. What he saw there was the back of a young man in a pure white kitchen robe. In a way, Yukito is the person he wanted to meet the most.

"Wait, Jingi-san! Why did you suddenly disappear yesterday...?"

"I'm sorry!"

At the moment when Yukito, who had regained his anger from the previous day, was about to approach him, Jingi turned and bowed his head on the urge to hit his forehead against the ground.

"Yesterday, no, I want to apologize for everything I've done to you. I'm so sorry, Yukito-kun..."

"Umm... Jingi-san?"

Yukito involuntarily sent a puzzled look and said, "Did you pick up and eat something bad?"

"He's not the old Jingi-chan he used to be."

A voice came from behind. When Yukito looked over his shoulder, Momoko was standing with her back against the hallway wall. She is as beautiful as ever, but this morning the dark circles under her eyes stand out.

Did she stay up all night?

"You retrained with me. Right, Jingi-chan?"

"Yes! From now on, I, Sagawa Jingi, intend to do my best in everything I see! I will never do anything to make Momoko-san sad again!"

"I believe you, Jingi-chan."

Momoko nodded and clapped her hands while Jingi cursed with his heels straightened and his spine straight.

Watching the exchange between the two, Yukito realized. At first glance he seems animated, but there is no light in his eyes. To give a familiar example, he had eyes like a dead fish.

"Well, let's continue the story over breakfast. Yukito-kun, go wash your face."

"Oh, yes."

At Momoko's insistence, Yukito slowly walked towards the bathroom. He's a little dizzy, but it's not because he woke up. That's mainly because the shift in responsibilities has been tremendous and the processing of the brain hasn't caught up.

"I wonder if Momoko-san's anger caused you to end up like this, Jingi-san."

Yukito muttered the answer that was derived from the conversation between Jingi and Momoko. After all, he was someone who shouldn't be offended.

Arriving at the bathroom, Yukito turns on the faucet and waits for the hot water to come out. Washing your face with water in early spring is painful. While he was doing it, he heard the voice of Jingi and Momoko from the kitchen.

"After breakfast, let's go apologize to Mitarai-kun and the guests who came to "Usagi"."

"Of course! I'm thinking of doing a free service on "Usagi" as an apology today!"

"Jingi-san, who used to be trash, is making beautiful comments..."

While he admired her, Yukito washed his face with hot water two, three times. And when he lifted his head, he saw himself reflected in the mirror with a smirk dripping from his bangs and his chin.

"The kind Jingi-san, it's feels disgusting when I think about it calmly."

It was Yukito's honest impression that spilled out of his clear thoughts.

In addition, the friendly Jingi came to an end at noon the next day.

The reason is that during the training with Yukito, a stream of water accidentally caught his attention. After regaining his self-esteem, Jingi yelled, "Idiot! Buy me some sake as an apology!"

Yukito smiled for some reason even though it was a very unreasonable request.

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Amara Khaldun

General

Name: Amara Khaldun

Face Claim: Gal Gadot

Date of Birth: June 15 45BCE

Date of Death: same day bayek died

Aliases: Jade Vixen, Jade, Mari

Gender: Female

Occupation: Hidden One / Assassin, Former Slave

Faction: Hidden Ones

Location: Siwa, Egypt

Physical Appearance:

Hair Color: Light brown

Eye Color: dark brown

Height: 5’4

Build: Muscular hourglass

Scars or distinguishing marks: no, just battle scars

Ethnicity: Half Egyptian Half Indian (SORRY IF I GOT THE SKIN COLOR WRONG)

Appearance:

Think about like Jade from Mortal Kombat, who possesses a striking and captivating appearance. Her features exude an air of elegance and strength, combining beauty with the intensity of a warrior.

Amara's eyes are a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, sparkling with determination and wisdom. They hold a glint of mischief, hinting at her playful nature beneath her serious exterior. Her eyebrows are elegantly arched, framing her expressive eyes with precision.

Her complexion is smooth and radiant, akin to a flawless porcelain doll. Sun-kissed hints of warmth grace her skin, evidence of her time spent under the Egyptian sun. A subtle dusting of freckles adorns her nose and cheeks, lending an endearing touch to her overall appearance.

Amara's hair falls in lustrous waves, flowing down her back like cascading ebony silk. It is usually styled in a loose braid or swept up in an intricate updo, allowing her to move freely during combat while still maintaining an air of grace.

With a strong, sculpted jawline and high cheekbones, Amara possesses an aura of regal beauty. Her lips are full and naturally tinted with a soft pink hue, capable of conveying both warmth and determination with a single smile.

Her physique reflects the years of training and combat experience she has accumulated. Lean yet muscular, Amara's body boasts a balance of agility and strength. She carries herself with confidence and poise, a testament to her warrior spirit.

In her combat attire, Amara dons a mixture of traditional Egyptian garb and the practicality of an assassin. Her outfit consists of form-fitting garments, allowing for fluid movement in battle. Shades of green and gold adorn her attire, paying homage to her connection with the Hidden Ones.

Overall, Amara possesses a captivating and commanding presence, her beauty enhanced by her fierce determination and unwavering spirit.

Personality Traits:

possessing resilience and pragmatism, combined with tenacity and adventurous spirit, she has a strong sense of justice and a desire to protect the innocent, much like the Assassins in the Assassin's Creed series.

She exhibits a rough exterior but harbors a deep sense of compassion and loyalty towards her comrades. She values the bonds of family and friendship, willing to go to great lengths to defend those she cares about.

Amara is skilled in various forms of combat, melee weapons, agility, and proficiency in stealth. She would be versatile in her approach to missions, adapting to different situations and using her surroundings to her advantage.

She possesses a sharp wit and a knack for strategy, able to think on her feet and make quick decisions. However, she would also carry the weight of her past experiences, understanding the consequences of net action and grappling with her inner demons.

Her Family

Mother: Anika Kaldun, An indian

Father: Amenhotep Kaldun, An Egyptian

Little Brother: Abrax Kaldun, Half

Friends

Aya of Amunet, Bayek of Siwa, The Hidden Ones, Cleopatra

Enemies

Cleopatra, Order of Ancents

Lover

Bayek of Siwa

Skills and Abilities:

Proficient in hand-to-hand combat and various weaponry, such as the Hidden Blade, bow, Spear, Daggers, and Many more

Mastery of stealth techniques, allowing her to move silently and remain unseen.

Proficient in gathering intelligence, reconnaissance, and planning missions.

Knowledgeable about ancient Egyptian history, culture, and artifacts.

Skilled in parkour and free-running, enabling her to traverse the environment with agility.

Flexibility

Martial Arts: Thatib, Kalaripayattu

Weapons

Hidden Blade

Bow and Arrow

Swords

Daggers

Motivations:

Amara is motivated by her deep-rooted desire to protect the people of Siwa and Egypt from the tyranny of the Order of the Ancients. She seeks to restore peace and justice to her land, fighting for the freedom of her fellow Hidden Ones and all those oppressed by the corrupt regime.

Background

Suffering from her memories, Amara Kaldum was a slave from an early age, taken away from her parents and her brother, who lived with each other in a small town in egypt.Her father calls her the jade vixen for fun before she got taken away which she kept that name forever. She endured years of physical Pain and Emotonial abuse by her cruel masters, and soon her memories left deep scars on her soul, also igniting a burning desire for freedom and justice.

For years and years later she encountered physical and emotional pain because of her captors, witnessed horrors inflicted upon her fellow slave friends,, and lived in fear. the trauma she experienced left deep scars, physically and mentally shaping her into a resident but wounding a deep individual.

then the dark tunnel started to open up as she escaped and took a leap of faith. after that crossing paths with the hidden ones, once she met bayek of siwa who she fell in love with and joining their ranks.

Under the guidance of her mentor, Aka Herself cause her father also learned to fight before she got taken away, Amara honed her skills in combat and stealth, channeling her pain and anger into a relentless pursuit of justice. She became a formidable assassin, using her knowledge of the slave trade to dismantle its networks and free as many victims as possible.

Despite her strength and resilience, Amara still carries the deep scars of her past. She is haunted by nightmares and suffers from anxiety and trust issues. However, she channels her pain into a fierce determination to protect others from the same fate she endured.

Amara's experiences have shaped her into a fiercely passionate advocate for the abolition of slavery. She is driven by a burning desire to dismantle the systems of oppression that perpetuate human suffering. Throughout her journey it was difficult, she found solace in the support of her fellow assassins and the hope that one day she could heal the wounds of her past.

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Key Features of Organza Sarees:

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Why Choose Organza Sarees? Organza sarees are the perfect blend of tradition and modernity. Whether you’re attending a grand celebration or an intimate gathering, these sarees let you make a statement with grace.

Styling Tips:

Pair with a contrast blouse for a striking look.

Add statement jewelry, like chandelier earrings or a choker, to enhance the saree's beauty.

Opt for soft, flowy hairstyles to complement the delicate fabric.

Occasions to Wear:

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Festive celebrations

Evening parties

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Exploring Luxury T-Shirts for Men: Redefining Comfort, Style, and Elegance

In the modern world of fashion, luxury is no longer limited to formal suits and high-end accessories. A well-crafted luxury T-shirt for men has earned its place as an essential wardrobe piece, transcending casual wear to become a symbol of sophistication, comfort, and personal style. Whether you're heading to a business casual meeting, lounging on the weekend, or attending a laid-back dinner, a luxury T-shirt can elevate your outfit instantly.

With the increasing popularity of designer labels, premium fabrics, and meticulous craftsmanship, luxury T-shirts for men offer far more than just a basic top. They embody a seamless blend of high-quality materials, expert tailoring, and subtle, refined designs that help modern men stand out with ease. But what exactly makes a luxury T-shirt different from the rest? And how do you choose the right one for your style and needs?

In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into everything you need to know about luxury T-shirts for men, from the fabrics and fits to styling tips and the best brands in the market. Whether you’re a seasoned luxury shopper or new to the world of designer tees, this article will help you understand why luxury T-shirts are a must-have and how they can elevate your wardrobe.

What Makes a T-Shirt "Luxury"?

While T-shirts have traditionally been a casual wardrobe staple, luxury versions stand apart from the crowd due to their use of superior materials, exceptional craftsmanship, and sophisticated design. Here’s a closer look at the key elements that make a luxury T-shirt truly exceptional:

1. High-End Fabrics

The foundation of any luxury T-shirt is its fabric. Unlike standard cotton T-shirts, luxury T-shirts are made from premium materials that provide a superior tactile experience and lasting durability. Here are some of the most common fabrics used in luxury T-shirts for men:

Pima Cotton: Often referred to as the "cashmere of cotton," Pima cotton is known for its incredible softness, smooth texture, and long-lasting durability. The long fibers prevent pilling, meaning that Pima cotton T-shirts maintain their shape and softness over time, making them a favorite choice for luxury brands.

Egyptian Cotton: Renowned for its superior quality, Egyptian cotton is a longer-staple variety of cotton that is soft, breathable, and strong. It has a naturally luxurious feel and is often found in high-end shirts.

Modal: A type of rayon made from beechwood pulp, modal is an eco-friendly fabric that’s silky smooth to the touch. Modal T-shirts are lightweight, breathable, and maintain their shape even after repeated washes, making them perfect for luxury T-shirts.

Silk and Silk Blends: Some luxury T-shirts incorporate silk or silk blends, offering a lustrous finish and a luxuriously soft feel. These fabrics are ideal for special occasions when you want a bit of added elegance and shine.

Cashmere Blends: For a truly indulgent experience, cashmere blends are used in some high-end T-shirts. This material offers an incredibly soft, plush feel against the skin, and its insulating properties make it a perfect choice for cooler weather.

2. Expert Craftsmanship and Fit

The luxury of a T-shirt extends beyond the fabric to its construction and fit. Luxury designer T-shirts often come in various tailored cuts to ensure a flattering and comfortable fit for any body type.

Slim Fit: A slim-fit luxury T-shirt is tailored to hug the body without feeling tight. This cut gives a modern, sleek appearance, making it ideal for those who prefer a sharp, well-defined silhouette.

Regular Fit: The regular fit offers a more classic cut that provides a bit more room in the chest and torso. It’s comfortable, relaxed, and perfect for casual wear without sacrificing style.

Boxy Fit: Some designers offer a boxy fit, which provides a more relaxed and slightly oversized style. This fit is trendy and lends itself well to a streetwear aesthetic.

No matter the style, luxury T-shirts are often tailored with precision, ensuring that the proportions, stitching, and finishing details are of the highest standard. The quality of stitching, the attention to detail in collar design, and the smoothness of the seams all contribute to the overall appeal of the garment.

3. Sophisticated Designs and Details

While luxury T-shirts often keep things minimalist, there’s no shortage of design features that make them stand out from standard options. Here are a few common design elements in luxury T-shirts for men:

Subtle Branding: Luxury T-shirts often feature subtle or discreet logos, such as a small embroidered emblem or a hidden logo on the hem or sleeve. The goal is to convey exclusivity without overpowering the design with flashy branding.

Clean Lines and Classic Cuts: The beauty of luxury T-shirts lies in their simplicity. These shirts often feature clean lines, perfectly finished hems, and precise, minimalistic cuts that enhance their elegant appeal.

Unique Fabric Treatments: Some luxury T-shirts incorporate special treatments, such as stone-washing, garment-dyeing, or adding texture to the fabric for a more distinctive look. These treatments elevate the shirt’s visual appeal and make it unique.

4. Durability and Longevity

One of the major benefits of investing in luxury T-shirts is their longevity. The combination of premium fabrics and superior craftsmanship means that these shirts are designed to last, even after many wears and washes. Unlike cheaper, mass-produced T-shirts that lose shape and fade quickly, luxury T-shirts retain their softness, color, and overall look, providing great value for money over time.

Luxury Polo T-Shirts: A Classier Alternative

If you’re looking for a slightly more refined version of the luxury T-shirt, then the luxury polo T-shirt is the perfect option. The polo T-shirt combines the relaxed feel of a T-shirt with the more structured collar and button placket of a shirt, making it ideal for a range of semi-formal or smart-casual occasions.

1. Material and Construction

Like luxury T-shirts, luxury polo T-shirts are made from premium materials like Pima cotton, Egyptian cotton, and merino wool. They often have ribbed collars and cuffs to ensure that the fit remains sharp throughout the day.

2. Sophisticated Look and Versatility

A luxury polo T-shirt is a versatile garment that can be dressed up or down. Pair it with tailored trousers or chinos for a smart-casual look, or dress it down with shorts for a more relaxed vibe. The polo T-shirt works well with a blazer or jacket, adding an element of sophistication without the formality of a traditional collared shirt.

3. Design and Details

Luxury polo T-shirts tend to have subtle design details, such as embroidered logos or contrasting trims on the collar and sleeves. These small design features add an element of refinement to the garment, making it stand out from standard polo shirts.

How to Style Luxury T-Shirts for Men

One of the best things about luxury T-shirts for men is their versatility. They can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion, and their high-quality construction ensures that they always look sharp. Here are some styling tips to get the most out of your luxury T-shirt:

1. Casual Yet Polished

For a relaxed yet sophisticated look, pair a luxury T-shirt with well-tailored jeans or chinos. Opt for a slim or regular fit, and tuck in the shirt slightly for a more polished appearance. Complete the look with high-end sneakers or loafers.

2. Smart-Casual Appeal

For a smarter look, try a luxury polo T-shirt paired with tailored trousers. You can easily add a lightweight blazer or a smart jacket over the polo to create a refined outfit that’s still comfortable.

3. Weekend Relaxation

For weekends or casual outings, a luxury T-shirt worn with comfortable shorts and a pair of designer sneakers offers effortless style. Choose a tee made from breathable fabrics like Pima cotton for maximum comfort on warmer days.

4. Layered for Elegance

In cooler weather, layer your luxury T-shirt under a blazer or lightweight jacket. This adds a layer of warmth while still looking stylish. A well-tailored luxury T-shirt acts as the perfect base layer for any outerwear, maintaining its shape and feel.

Best Luxury T-Shirt Brands for Men

When looking for the best luxury T-shirts for men, several top-tier brands are known for their superior quality, exceptional fabrics, and timeless designs. Here are some of the best:

Ralph Lauren: Known for their iconic polos and luxury T-shirts, Ralph Lauren combines classic American style with high-end materials and craftsmanship.

Tom Ford: Tom Ford offers a range of designer T-shirts that are sleek, sophisticated, and stylish, making them a top choice for fashion-forward men.

Gucci: For a more bold and contemporary approach to luxury T-shirts, Gucci’s creative designs and premium fabrics set them apart in the world of high-end fashion.

Brunello Cucinelli: Known for understated luxury, Brunello Cucinelli’s luxury T-shirts for men emphasize quality, craftsmanship, and timeless style.

Loro Piana: Loro Piana specializes in using the finest natural materials, including cashmere and silk blends, for a luxurious yet minimalist style.

Conclusion

Investing in luxury T-shirts for men is about embracing a higher standard of craftsmanship, comfort, and style. With superior fabrics, expert tailoring, and timeless designs, these shirts are built to elevate any wardrobe. Whether you opt for a designer T-shirt for a sleek, minimalist look or a luxury polo T-shirt for a sophisticated, smart-casual style, these pieces will not only enhance your outfit but also provide long-lasting value and comfort.