Amagi Brilliant Park's
V1 - Chapter 1 Part 4
After a ride on an electric train through an underground corridor, Moffle arrives at the roof garden of Maple Castle. Latifah ran over quickly, her expression filled with excitement. “Uncle!”
He had told her many times that it was not safe for her to run…
He held it tight. He lost weight again, Moffle thought. He's very light. Of course, the curse still gnawed at him…
“Did you meet that Kanie boy?” tanyakanya.
“Ya,” she told him. “The Magic Award caused him to lose consciousness, so I asked Isuzu-san to check on him at home.”
“It, fumo..”.
So he kissed her. Moffle felt a small prick in his chest, like his heart was pierced by a needle. With a kiss, the woman from the Maple Land royal family could bestow magic on the chosen man using his divine prophecy.
No one knew what kind of magic would appear, as it was different for everyone. Although in general, it will be any magic that the man needs. The man who is chosen during the fight will get the magic of the fighter. The man who was chosen during the plague will get healing magic. It is up to the wishes of the Libra Goddess. Anyway, that's what the elders of Maple Land said. He can't guarantee.
“...We went through several rounds when he visited my Sweet Home,” Moffle said. “Not a real man, according to my estimation. I doubt he will be useful in the rescue of the park, fumo.”
“Really?” latifah was full of doubt. “But have you read the profile about him that Isuzu-san wrote?”
“Already, fumo.”
This was the last paragraph of the report written by the elite members of the Maple Land royal guard mentioned earlier:
…Based on this information, we can confirm that Kanie Seiya shown by the prophecy has two properties, one side is a logical commander and a level-headed strategic. The other is a passionate artist and entertainer who understands the needs of people. Using both of them at once would be troublesome, and he also seemed to have internal conflicts regarding this aspect of him.
In my own opinion, I believe that the great task of restoring the life of Amagi Brilliant Park can only be achieved by a human being with these two traits.
First Royal Guard Maple Land, Yisuzurch Saintlucia.
Moffle recently chalked up the reason on behalf of the girl (her Japanese name is Sento Isuzu) for her youth: of course she wanted this Kanie Seiya to be their savior. Of course he wanted himself to repair their failed amusement park. But their current situation was not easily forgiven.
“Isuzu may expect high, but I have my own doubts, fumo. The nature of a man cannot improve a slumping economy.” Whether it is a business or a country, when a community is not developed, there will always be a reason. Systematic reasons that cannot be fought. Even if this child was a genius, there was nothing a man could do.
“...So you believe if there is nothing to do, we will just let it fall just like that?” Latifah asked sadly.
Moffle was at a loss for words. “I didn't.. said so, fumo..”
“There must be a reason why guests leave us,” protest. “One reason that exceeds our understanding. If the guests are human, why not hand over the management of the park to humans? …That's my suggestion.”
“I hear you, fumo..” But, putting aside the answer, Moffle still thinks.
They only have two weeks left. Getting the required number of people—approximately 100,000—to visit the park in that time span is impossible. They had to maintain a rate of over 7,000 visitors per day. Even on Sunday, the most popular day of the week, their total arrivals rarely break through 3,000.
The actors do everything they can. But, in spite of all that, no one came. There's nothing to be done about that.
Then, if the park cannot reach its target, they will get the place. They'll close the park. They're gonna fire all the cast. They would remodel the structure and set up a chemical-coated golf course. Then, Latifah will…
“So? What are you doing with Kanie boy, fumo?”
“As a form of vigilance, I asked Isuzu-san to stay at his house,” Latifah said. “He will handle all the issues that will happen.”
“...You know it was in those days, fumo. Isuzu is a royal bodyguard with a beautiful body. I hope there won't be any accidents, fumo.”
“What do you mean, ‘ accidents?’”
Moffle snorted in return. “Latifah, things you don't understand in this world. Man is wolf, fumo. They will change to ‘mode beast’ quickly, fumo.”
“Ah, forgive me..” said Latifah apologizing. “What exactly is ‘mode beast’?”
There was a brief silence. Moffle decided to ignore the question.
“Yes,” instead, he concluded, Any “wolf that tries to chase Isuzu will feel for itself Steinberger's magical rifle, fumo.”
“Ah, sorry for my repeated question, but... What exactly is ‘wala’?”
Another brief silence.
“You'll understand when you grow up, fumo. Er...” Moffle sighed. “Sorry, fumo. I do not mean..” There is a tone of deep heartache in the voice of the mascot's head. The image of Latifah who will grow up is just a fantasy.
“It's okay,” he said optimistically. “Maybe impossible for this year, but it will happen, someday. I'm certain. And I feel Kanie-sama will make something work.”.
No way, Moffle thought.
Not unless a miracle happens.
And the reason we call it a miracle is because a miracle never, and never will.
[Today's park visitor: 2,866. (100,121 of target)/14 days left.]
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...Suzuran Shopping Area, North Gate of Amagi Station...
Well, talking to Latifah about the fate of the park may be important, but there is no reason to skip a drink after a hard day's work. Moffle passed the park service gate, took the last bus that night, then walked ten minutes from his last stop. He headed for a small yakitori bar near the north gate of Amagi Station.
The people he passed by on the street didn't care about him. He gets a glimpse of as many strangers as he goes around in Roppongi. He owes it to a magical item given to him by AmaBuri: Amulet Lalapatch. As long as he uses that amulet, any mascot—no matter how strangely— will be treated like a man in general. It was Amulet that allowed Moffle and his colleagues to buy lunch at convenience stores, spend their income on pachinko, and buy figurines in Akihabara without suspicion.
An old woman preparing to close her cigarette shop that night called Moffle as she passed by. “Oh, Moffle-chan. A little late tonight, huh?”
“Moffu. I have some things to check, fumo.” He waved his soft hand as a greeting.
“By the way, my brother and his wife sent me some pickled radishes, and there was more than I could eat. Do you want to bring some?” tanyakanya.
“Thank you, fumo.”
“Wait there, Moffle-chan.” He retreated to the back of the shop. Moffle waited for a while as the woman returned with a cold pack of plastic.
“Make sure you eat it immediately.” the command.
“I'll do.” He bowed stiffly, then continued on his way.
The three stores in front of the cigarette shop are yakitori bars, ‘Savage.’ The business has been running for 20 years less. The aroma of the allurer was always the same, drifting out of the ventilation fan, he thought, nostalgic, and the glass door, attached to the oil.
As she enters the bar, she meets Takami, a part-time worker, filling a jug with beer from the tap right next to the registration place.
“Oh, Moffle-san. Please come in,” said Takami, his tone sounded less concerned when talking to regulars. “Your friends are behind, drinking. You want your usual Hoppy?”
“Moffu.” Doctor AmaBuri later told him to avoid purines. Geck was surprisingly the most common pain among mascots in the industry—hence he chose Hoppy. He tries to avoid beer as often as possible.
“As for me here, Takami-chan, do you want pickled radishes? They will be a good appetizer, fumo.”
“Oh, I've gotten a lot from women who own cigarette stalls..” said Takami, grimacing when he saw a plastic bag dangling from Moffle's hand.
He passed through the counter and walked towards the small, cramped patrolled room in the back. His colleagues from Amagi Brilliant Park—Macaron and Tiramii—were already there. It seems there are only three of them tonight.
Macaron glass half filled with beer, just like Tiramii. They will eat shichimi with a spiced heart and chicken satay and chives.
“Nyam nyam.. This is great, ron! This place has the best chicken satay and chives, ron!” Macaron announced.
Macaron is a white hairy mascot that looks like a three-legged two-legged sheep. It has a cute little face, which is now eating yakitori and chugging beer, followed by ***** in-depth and a puff of passionate cigarettes. His brand, incidentally, is Malboro—every time the cigarette tax goes up, he will cry over the government and Japanese Tobacco.
“Very good, mii! This is what hard work feels like, mii.” Tirami added.
Tiramii is the only mascot, he looks like a small and sweet Pomerania with three heads high. He was covered in pink fur that looked very soft, and wore a flower decoration on his ear and a small belly bag on his shoulder. Come to think of it, it was impossible to see it without a feeling of warmth and indistinctness within.
At that time, he was gulping down shochu in a poor state and grumbling about the guests today. “The children tried to kill me five times in five minutes, mii. When a five-year-old really hits you, haaaah, you won't know if you don't feel it, mii! That hurts so much! I should have hit him back. No one will blame me!”
“Well, I get it, ron..”
“But oh, oh—this is the part I really want to tell you about! Mother, mii!”
“Oh-ho?” Macaron chuckles. “What's he like?”
“Tight pants in mid-March. Long legs and porcelain white. Giant hanger. The cry in his eyes, fell down with an apology.
A beauty in her thirties, mii.”
“Sexy, ron?”
“Very sexy, mii! He will get the role of MILF in the AV industry in an instant. And he gave me an assortment of signals.”
“You will be shot again, ron.”
“But he gave me his email, mii. You see? …I don't mind older women, as long as they're sexy. And related **** with the mother of a child is the best revenge, mii.”
“You really are an asshole, ron.”
Both cute animal mascots—Fine pomerania and hairy sheep— spit out vulgarity with a glass filled with beer in their hands. It was definitely not the thing they wanted if a guest accidentally heard it.
At least, both of them realized Moffle was there. “Hey, the Moffle, ron.”
“You're late, mii!”
They raised their glasses as a greeting.
“Moffu.” Moffle gave his truncated response, took off the fur sandals he wore as outdoor shoes, then retraced his tatami and knelt. Incidentally, even without his shoes, his legs were already covered in the same fur. …The real problem is, he has outdoor shoes designed to look the same as his feet. …But his feet were also quite big, so his shoes had to be as big as a handbag to cover them, and so, they would not fit on a regular shoe rack.
“...Listen, you two. I've told you so many times: Keep your conversations in the gutter, fumo. Walls have ears and doors have eyes.. What if someone happens to hear and comment on Twitter, fumo?”
Yes, such rumors— “I was at the yakitori bar ‘Savage’ in Amagi and two AmaBuri mascots were lamenting how to get a married woman” — would be terrible if spread. Their view of AmaBuri fell just then and there (although some say they could not be lower).
“Aw, this bar is relaxing, mii. Besides, we have Amulet Lalapatch.” Tiramii.
“You can't even get wireless LAN or 3G signal here, ron.” Macaron added, lifting his smartphone. Both bars mention “No service.”
“Although so—” Moffle protested.
“Again, our guests don't tweet, ron. Do you know how many followers I have? 128, ron.”
“……”
128 followers. Even for a mascot from an unpopular amusement park, the numbers are extremely low. Although, what he heard was because the Macaron account mostly contained itself blurted “Pearls of wisdom,” which eventually caused most of his followers to be upset and follow him…
“How about you, Tiramii?” Moffle asked.
“I forgot, mii. Probably about 200. I'm often blocked for various reasons, mii!”
Contrary to her cute Pomeranian appearance, Tiramii likes dirty jokes. And when he knows that one of his followers is a woman, he will soon seduce him. As a result, the story continues, and he is also ignored by his followers.
“How about you, Moffle?” Macaron asked.
“I don't play Twitter anymore, fumo.”
He made the account because of the recommendations of the others, but he barely ever touched it. He had already tried to follow his friends as well as others he knew, but even so he stopped after less than a month. He quickly grew fed up watching Macaron's lectures and Tiramii's crazy advice, and the rest of the accounts were no better.
In addition, reading things on Twitter is an experience that makes him depressed. It was just a group of people chanting unimportant things in their lives, not to mention seeing all those happy tweets every day made her feel? Like “My life is very boring when compared to them.”
The inferior feeling makes it limp, as in a hot and humid night when its fur retains its moisture.
An objective assessment will prove that everyone is only really making two or three fun events per month. Unfortunately, that's not what he saw. After the tweet “Towards his hundredth!”, he can only feel that everyone is out heading for town and having fun all the time. It creates the illusion of a light-filled world, where only he suffers in dull gloom and darkness every day.
The saddest part of all is how it can tempt him to compete, posting a tweet “I live a meaningful life!” Look at this amazing guest! Look how amazing my experience is! I may face setbacks, but I'm still trying! —Of course, all that's not true.
Horrible life. Monday morning was the worst. Somebody kill me. I hope this crowded train explodes and a meteor hits my job. I hope you all die.
But can he tweet all that? Of course not.
So, since Moffle was not a mascot who tolerated deception, he had no choice but to remain silent.
Around that time part-time worker Takami brought him a bottle and a glass. “This, Moffle-san. Hoppy Blackmu!”
“...Moffu.”
“Is there something you want to do?” Takami asked.
“Tomat and tofu is cold,” he told her. “Also some yakitori. Your choice.”
“OK!”
As Takami leaves the tatami room, Tiramii looks at him. Her sweet smile, her buttons.. An******* small* is coming out of her mouth.
“Takami-chan.. I like the amazing ass, mii.”
“Don't you dare, you stupid dog!” Moffle and Macaron both whimper in unison.
“You always, always have been, fumo!”
“Wooing part-time workers get us diban from last place, ron!”
“A-I just like to say it, mii.. Don't look at me like that, mii.”.
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