Young People These Days Have No Manners

I, the quintessential good-for-nothing of today's youth, live in Yokohama and run a little shop. I'm a complete layabout who wants to escape Yokohama every second of every day, but I can't!

Because behind the shop's kitchen are a bunch of shameless sword spirits. They're no good swords. They look like people, but every one of them likes to manipulate others.

They made me into some kind of whatever-it-was, and told me to stay in Yokohama and look for... whatever-it-was.

I can't remember again! Whatever! That's not important. What's important is that they're not human, and they don't behave like decent spirits either.

Me! A certified good-for-nothing, and now I'm supposed to figure out how to keep these sword spirits alive!!!

Can't you sword spirits just live off the moonlight?!

Open a bar! Bars make the most money! All you sword spirits, go sell liquor! If you can't sell it, sell your swords for cash. Keep the good ones and get rid of the rest.

You, Shuten and Ibaraki? You drank too much and passed out. Get him up and sober him up.

I sell liquor, you drink liquor, and then you get drunk. Are you a spirit or what? You're making me look bad. Go wash dishes!

Sigh! Every day I'm fretting over business and dreaming about moving abroad.

Japan is no place for a normal person to live. There are little fights every day, and huge brawls every few days. Nobody gives a thought to the feelings of a good-for-nothing like me.

Hey, you high schooler with the badminton racket, why are you here again?! Didn't I say I don't serve minors? What do you mean, you want a drink? Go home and do your homework.

What did you say? I only pick on you and not the others? Bullshit!

Which others are you talking about?

Oh! Those guys aren't ordinary people. Kids shouldn't go asking questions. That red-haired brat?

He's one of my biggest customers. Every time he comes in, I make a cool hundred million, okay?

That guy with the bandages? He's not human. He never orders proper liquor, so I give him dish soap. Let him drink himself to death.

That high school girl? Bullshit! She's a lucky cat. Who let her in? She never pays! Throw her out.

...Why are there so many of them?

You... High schoolers can't drink! Minors can't drink! Badminton, if you touch my liquor, I'll call your teacher and have him make you write three million words of self-criticism.

The sword spirits, forced to work: We still haven't found the person who can change history today.

Mikazuki: Hahaha! It's fine, it's fine. We'll find them eventually.

The elegant, handsome young man with long black hair, eating double-skin milk pudding at the bar, gazes at the virtual world on his computer. His cool, detached voice rings in the sword spirits' ears. “If you don't start treating the customers properly, I'll pickle you in liquor and sell you.”

The sword spirits, who really were pickled in a jar of liquor for several days: We'll pickle him one of these days. That forgetful, shameless boss.

Theme: Chinese culture is profound and vast