In the Capital of the Archlesia Empire. A small coffee shop quietly stood
at the end of the main street.
There were only counter seats and two table seats in the store, which
isn't very spacious to say the least, and the only people in the place
were the owner and a single customer.
A man with shaggy black hair and stubble, and a wrinkled, disheveled
gray trench coat… Ozma sat at the counter and leisurely sipped his
coffee.
[…Fuu~~ The coffee in this place is as tasty as usual~~]
[Thank you… That's all well and good, but Uncle? Why won't you at
least shave your beard?]
[Well~~ Ahaha, it's troublesome.]
[…Geez.]
At the counter stood a petite girl around 130 cm tall… The dwarf
shopkeeper spoke to Ozma, a regular customer since her father's
generation, in a rather dumbfounded tone.
Hearing her words, Ozma lazily replied while awkwardly brushed his
hair with his hand.
[Well~~ Even so, your skills have really improved, haven't they?]
[I still couldn't match Father's skill though.]
[Hmmm. Previous shopkeeper has his good parts, while the young lady
has her own.]
[Do you even know what you're talking about, Uncle?]
[Well, ahaha… You got me.]
Her tone would have sounded rude for a normal customer, but for the
girl who had known Ozma-san for a long time, she was acting just as
usual.
Wryly smiling, Ozma looked around the shop that had no other
customers.
[…Is the business not running smoothly?]
[…Well, I can't say that I'm making profit even if it's a lie, but I'm not
really in the red, you know? We also have some regulars like Uncle.]
[I see… Oya?]
[Eh?]
When Ozma expressed his worries about the young girl who lost her
parents at an early age and was running the store with her small body,
the girl responded with a bright smile.
Ozma tried to give a gentle smile at those words, but soon after, he
sensed something and turned his gaze towards the entrance door.
Just as the young girl moved her gaze there, the door of the store was
roughly opened and several men who looked like thugs entered.
[…It's you lot again huh…]
[Hehehe, we're back to negotiate. Have you thought about it already,
shopkeeper?]
[No matter how many times you come, I have no intention of giving up
this store! This is my father's precious store!]
[My, oh my. But you see… It's difficult being a lone woman, you know?
"You never know what will happen".]
[ ! ? ]
Seeing the man look at her with a coarse smile on her face, the girl
backed away a bit, looking frightened, but she still turned her strong
eyes to the men.
The atmosphere was so tense… that you could almost describe it as a
critical situation… but this was broken by the sound of a cup falling to
the ground.
[Whoa there!?]
[Uncle!? A- Are you alright?]
[Arya~~ It spilled on me…]
[Please hold on! I'll get you a towel…]
Ozma drops his cup of coffee and looking at his coat, which had a large
stain on it, he had an ashamed expression on his face.
…It's unknown whether they were dumbfounded when they noticed
him or if they were just trying to avoid the public eye at this time of the
day… But the man clicked his tongue lightly before turning away.
[Tsk… We'll be back.]
Spitting out these words, the man walked out of the shop with what
seemed to be his minions.
While wiping the stain on his coat with the towel she received from the
girl, Ozma looked at their back with his usual expression.
[Geez! You need to be more careful, Uncle…]
[Ahaha, well~~ sorry, my bad. It accidentally slipped… Even so, that
quite some rough customers you've got there~~ Do they come here
often?]
[…Yes… They're "landsharks" hired by that company which has quite a
bad reputation. They've been trying to acquire this plot of land.]
[Hmmm. They sure are everywhere, aren't they… Are you alright?]
[I'm alright! This store was very important for my father, so no matter
who comes, I'm not going to give this place up.]
The small-framed girl acted firm, but her shoulders were shaking a
little.
However, Ozma pretended not to notice it as he took out a coin out of
his pocket and placed it on the counter.
[I see. I know it's that the future would be filled with all sorts of
difficulties, but do your best. If you're in trouble, you can always rely on
adults, okay?]
[P- Please don't treat me like a child! I will be alright!]
[Hahaha, really? I guess I'm being unnecessarily intruding eh?]
[…Thank you—— wait, Uncle!? Please wait! Isn't this a gold coin?
Giving change for this is…]
[Ahh, it's for the cup that I broke. Don't worry and just take it…]
[No, no, this is just too much!]
[Well then, I'll come visit again~~]
[Ahh, wait!?]
Ignoring the girl's protests, Ozma left the store while leisurely waving
his hand.
The sun had gone down and the alleyway was lit up by the moonlight.
Not far from the coffee shop, a man and his group of landsharks who
had visited the coffee shop this morning were gathered.
[…Hehehe, are you sure that we're doing this?]
[Yeah, we can't spend too much time on that little store.]
[So, we're going to negotiate with her body huh… I'm looking forward
to it.]
[What? You bast*rd, you're fine with someone having a kid-like body
like hers? Well, do what you want. That woman is going to be "missing"
from now on, so you can take her home if you want… But when you
throw her away, make sure you dispose of her properly, okay?]
[Hehehe, I know that.]
The man also grinned as he answered the minion who spoke to him
with a disgusting smile.
Yes, they decided to take the coffee shop by force. The store was owned
by a single dwarf girl, someone they could easily do whatever they
wanted…
Their idea itself isn't wrong. That girl certainly had no way to resist the
violence that these men would bring… Yes, if it's that girl, that is…
[Hmmm. Uncle isn't sure that I would like that kind of thing, you
know?]
[Wha!?]
A voice quietly echoed in the back alley. When the men hurriedly looked
at the direction of the voice, they saw the small… combustion of a
cigarette, before Ozma slowly appeared.
[For a child doing his best to end up getting violated… Uncle doesn't like
such bad endings. I really think happy endings are the best~~]
[Y- You bast*rd, who the heck are you!?]
[H- Hmmm. This uncle thought that I was pretty famous but… No, it was
also the same case for that young girl huh. Why doesn't anyone
recognize me? Is it because of my ambition? I guess it really is because
my ambitions aren't great enough huh?]
[…Tsk, oi, you bast*rds! Quickly get rid of that obstructive old man! It
will be troublesome if he causes an uproar.]
The man clicks his tongue irritably at Ozma, who spoke in an aloof
manner, and flew instructions off to his minions.
Of course, the man had no intention of letting Ozma go. Now that he
had seen them, they would have to deal with him… That was a really…
foolish choice.
[Die!]
[You there~ You can't just tell some to die like that… Whoa.]
[Wha!? Gahaaa!?]
One of his minions swung his curved sword at Ozma, but Ozma
leisurely deflected his strike, easily evading the minion's attack.
Moreover, that wasn't all. After Ozma parried the strike of the minion…
He gripped on the hand holding the sword and rotated it, twisting his
hand.
With just that, the minion's body spun vertically and slammed into the
ground behind Ozma.
In Japan, a country from another world, this technique was called Aiki.
It was a graceful technique that practiced a flowing strike, making use
of the opponent's power against themselves.
Ozma took one look at the man's minions, who were writhing in agony
with their back slammed hard on the ground, and exhaled a mouthful of
cigarette smoke.
[…Isn't it better if you all stop now? Uncle is pretty strong, you know…]
[D*mn it! What the heck are you lot doing!? Quickly deal with him!]
[Oiiii, you should properly listen to your elders, you know…]
With the man's angry shout, several of his minions headed towards
Ozma at the same time. Looking at the curved swords swung at him
from his left and right, Ozma lightly caught them with his fingers and
lightheartedly pulled them.
He then lightly chopped his hand on the napes of the two men who had
been pulled along with their swords, knocking them unconscious, and
then flicking his palm against the flat side of the blades that continued
to close in on him.
As he leisurely watched the man's minions approaching one after
another, a small smile appeared on Ozma's lips.
If someone were to look at this scene now, this would have been a really
reckless sight. The man had at most a dozen men at his command… but
such a number didn't help them at all.
[Hiiihhh, aaahhh…]
[Even if Uncle looks like this, I'm a pretty nice guy, you know? It's not
like I would kill you, so you don't have to worry.]
Seeing the dozen or so of his subordinates lying on the ground
unconscious, the man looks at Ozma with a frightened expression on
his face.
Ozma kept a gentle smile on his face, but his gray eyes were deep,
sharp, and intimidating.
[However, unnn. I'd like it if you could do Uncle one favor.]
[A- A fa… vor?]
[Unnn. Well, it's not that big of a deal. "That guy who commissioned you
all to do this", Uncle actually wants to talk to them. That's why… Can I
ask you to take me there?]
[…a- aaahhh… uaaa…]
In a certain alleyway dimly lit only by the moonlight, the man trembled
in front of the overwhelmingly strong man in front of him… and he
didn't have any other choices.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window of a certain coffee
shop. At the counter, Ozma was there, as usual.
[…I mean, Uncle?]
[Unnn?]
[Even though you got a new one, why is your coat still wrinkled?]
[A- Ahaha… Well~~ I guess I shouldn't have thrown them all together
huh…]
[Geez, you're still as sloppy as ever.]
[Ahaha, that's harsh of you.]
While enjoying a relaxed and peaceful conversation, Ozma took out a
cigarette and lit it.
The girl, who had been astoundingly looking at him like that, looked as
if he suddenly remembered something and spoke.
[Speaking of which, Uncle. You remember that company that wanted
me to give my store to them that I mentioned before… I heard that
evidence of fraud was found on them and their company was taken
down. Thanks to that, the landsharks who used to come to my house
have stopped coming.]
[Is that so? Well, I guess that's what happens when they do something
shady.]
[Yes, I guess I can be relieved now.]
[Unnn, unnn, that's great, isn't it? I guess luck really is on the side of
those who work hard.]
[Wait, why are you patting my head!? Don't treat me like a child!!! I'm
already 20 years old!]
[Ahaha, you're still a child in Uncle's eyes… More coffee please.]
[Geez…]
With a smile on his face, Ozma watched as the girl adorably puffs out
her cheeks like a squirrel and went to make coffee.
Ozma didn't say a word. Not about what happened to the landshark and
his men nor the "negotiations" he had with that company afterwards…
Not thinking about expecting her gratitude in return, he never talked
about what he did.
After all…
[Here, your coffee refill.]
[Thank you. Unnn, the coffee here really is delicious.]
[Fufufu, that's obvious. After all, I brewed it with all my heart and so…
like I said! Please stop patting my head!!!]
The taste of the same old coffee was the best reward for him…