“So, there is only 30 minutes left. The country representatives are applying the finishing touches to the designs.”

The announcer’s cheerful voice sounded in the venue.

Having specially traveled all the way from Japan to Europe, with a sonorous voice, the announcer commentated about the state of the World Pâtissier Competition.

10 more minutes the end, till the world’s best pâtissier will be decided.

“The Japanese representative is doing his final adjustments. It seems like he has finished”

As the camera panned, the focus was on the men in white clothes. TLN

Far from it, a sweet fragrance emanated from them. TLN

In the workshop of the Japanese representative, enshrined was a giant hard candy.
Taller than a man, the object of sweetness emanated a sense of grandeur due to being on the workbench.

Delicate, yet audacious.

Pushing the limit of technical skill, the work of art possessed a beauty to be called the best in the world.

The difference between him and the leading representative was small.
And anyone could recognize the magnificence that was this hard candy, would certainly reverse the situation.

However, the artisan’s face is not relaxed yet. It was the face of seriousness.

If it is not placed at the grading place, no matter how beautiful the work is, it will not be graded.

In the steps of a child, the move took 5 strides.
Those 5 steps, for the Japanese representative, were the 5 most important steps.

10 steps. No, even if it were 1000 steps, as long as you could traverse it safely, there would be no regrets. TLN

“At the count of 3, lift at your designated positions. Let’s go with due care. ONE! TWO! THREE!”

The candy that was slowly raised at the shout, conveys its weight to the hands that held it. TLN

Due to the nervousness, this pressure was further magnified.

Slowly. It was carried with a deliberate slowness.

As if it was a turtle.

It was lowered slowly to the designated spot.
The long battle was finally at an end. Anyone would have thought the same.

“Aah, erasure of the previous life memories was forgotten. Oh well. It is not yet time to die.” [Random Voice]

To the new found voice, the artisan’s started to doubt his ears.

A blurred, difficult to catch, yet distinctly terrible voice remained in his ear, like the sound of bad analogue radio at high volume sounding at the base of your ear.

During such tense times, a large voice would be undoubtedly surprising.
In that instant, the work slipped from his hand.

In that situation, one would feel time to flow slowly. In front of the artisan’s eyes, the huge lump falls.

職人の目の前に倒れこんでくる巨大な塊。砂糖とは言え、大人数人がかりで運ぶ質量物が倒れてくる。TLN

The loud scream which could be heard from afar.

The head of the artisan was struck by the sugared blunt weapon. TLN
He felt something lukewarm flow from his head. In reality, just like that, his head was dyed in red. By the time he registered the blood, he had already smelt the ferrous pang of it. For someone so accustomed to the sweet smell of confectioneries, it was quite an intense smell.

The artisan’s vision grew dark. Inside the revolving lanterns, he thought of his dream.

I wanted to make the world’s best cake…

And so the artisan died. He, who was called the blessed child of god.