Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"The final competition will give the winner a million points!

"Are you nuts?

Estella scratches in with her cold eyes.

It is. This kind of tournament promise, right? It's a good ride, I'd love to.

There is only one more competition left to compete in: extra bends, tenderness, something like that and sports events that happened.

At a time when all teams are perfectly alike, leaving the final competition behind, each team feels something like it.

"I worked hard on the corner bar pull. Come on."

"The first half of the lead is now empty."

"Then maybe I'm glad it was just the last competition..., nah"

Paula and Norma drop their shoulders and Neferry leaks a bitter laugh.

but that's not true, Neferry.

There are so many things that have become the same point, and the same position without being there, the meaning of which is different from that of heaven and earth.

to the evidence.

"Wow! I don't know, but we're in the top line, too!

"Hmm. It's no exaggeration to say that everything has been calculated so far."

"I think it's an exaggeration, what Lucia is saying right now,"

The red group said, "I caught up!" Tensions are soaring with emotion.

Conversely, the blue group may be a little tingly.

"Oh...... I was caught up with three other teams just because I was impudent. We're going to save Master Estella, but before we get through this predicament, a bond of truth is formed, and me and Master Estella... GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

...... yeah. It may not even look so serious.

There is a lord somewhat happy elsewhere.

"Estella. The bond of truth -"

"Will you not tell me? 'Cause I'm trying to do something I didn't hear around the corner."

Estella's in the realm of selflessness... no, that's an escape from reality, that is.

"Ahhh, not at all"

Estella sighs heavily as she returns from her escape to reality.

That's the face you told me about.

"In the end, everyone carried what you wanted."

Make a difficult face and inflate your cheeks just a little.

Stick out your lips and let them peel.

What, that face. Shall I sprinkle it on the SNS as a failed kiss face photo? You'll get a bunch of "likes" from the maniacs.

"Oh, my God, as you wish."

"Now that it's happening, I think I know how strange it is for you to pull back in every single failure. Bizarre maneuvers are usual, but if you're the usual Yashiro - yes, isn't it a chunk of discomfort in itself that Yashiro set up such a hole-filled maneuver? How could I not have noticed there..."

In the middle of the conversation, I change my mind, strike out the words without cohesion, hold my head and roar, "Mm-hmm."

You're an interesting creature, you are.

"Anyway, it's a big time lapse for the White Group to come up in the afternoon and roll back now - and I saw it, and then I thought," Oh, even Yashiro, if you fail, you snag it "... oh, you fail..."

Aren't you the one who failed and snapped?

I mean, that's it, but...

"So you believed me, didn't you? the internal collapse of the white group... I can't believe that was an operation until then"

Kind of oddly gutsy.

I can't say what I want to say. But I can't help but say. Yet it's hard to say.

I can see such a glitch.

"Mostly, when you're about to pull a bar, and the enemy is too powerful, sometimes, right? Can you stand a flipped op till the next competition? It's too twisted, you are. One by one, they lack the attitude to do everything in their power to work on what's in front of them. That's the kind of personality that makes me misunderstand a lot of things. Review it, dammit!

It became a complete novel.

But from that tone, I don't feel any angst or dust, and I'm almost out of remorse anymore, and all I'm passing on is a rush.

Even though that's not what I'm trying to say, I'm anxious that the more words overlap, the more the conversation moves in a different direction than the will.

Heck.

I know, as much as you want to say.

Damn it. It must be each other with a twist.

"Estella"

"What?"

'Cause it's okay.'

…………

In the end, this guy is worried.

No matter how much you stab the nail at the opening ceremony, no matter how many words you deny it, how hard it is to sedate the mind of someone who once thrived.

In other words, Estella is in that state now. "You don't have to worry about it anymore," he said, "it's the result O'Rei, so let's keep quiet," and if you think calmly, you can understand that that's the best, but the emotions that have sprung up don't quite go away. The uplifting feelings don't calm me down.

If you don't spit it out as a word, you're stuck in your chest all the time and you can't breathe.

'You worried about the corner and you did it, and that was all in vain!' What a mouthful there is to no avail. For me and for Estella.

Estella doesn't want to blame me. I didn't cause you to abandon yourself. I don't want you to work for yourself.

But once it sprang up, I would keep tickling if I didn't do something about it.

It's easy to spit out.

It is difficult to swallow.

So people stick around and spit it out.

Even if I know it's thick.

Even if I don't like it when I try.

Even if you understand that things don't get better in those places.

I can't help but exhale my gushing emotions.

Something, unless it's also an incentive to sedate that emotion.

So, well, I'm not willing to say anything special because it's not enough to thank you or apologize, but you can have a word or so.

Look at Estella's face, put it into proper words, tell her.

"I know exactly what I'm talking about."

"……… that"

Turn that way, lean down, kick the dirt, face up.

"Then fine."

Estella's face, turning this way, was smiling calmly.

In other words, Estella was showing me around.

Because of Medora and Lucia's fuss, the athletic winners get some targeted crap going about being able to hang out with whomever they want, and while I was inspired by it and thought, "No way, I don't..." What a pale expectation there is. If there is indeed a situation where people are quietly after the win, the Whites can't lose.

While I understand that, Estella couldn't help me either as chairman of the tournament or as leader of the Blue Team. That's because it's an act that can be as much as eight hundred long, and the act is a terrible blasphemy of sportsmanship.

If we do that, this District People's Games loses its meaning. Lose significance.

You will betray all who have participated. "You've decided to win from the beginning, but what are you desperate for, Bubba?" even if you don't have that intention, it looks that way.

That's why Estella burned me.

You can't just pull someone else's leg and win. Think more seriously about how to win with dignity -.

Well, that's only Estella's opinion, and if you fight square and square without pulling someone else's leg, that's another story, but anyway, Estella wanted to tell me to "hang in there" to be Estella.

I guess this guy decided it was a subtle line whether that would be an exhortation or an encouragement, and this time it would be better in this form.

Poking at the harsh reality, I aimed to arouse it - well, because that 'harsh reality' was a fiction I created on purpose in the first place, Estella is mumbling and complaining here.

Anyway, he said, "Hold on tighter!" And you wanted to tap my ass.

Lean gently against me depressed and say a word of comfort.

Even though there was such an option, I couldn't do it because I cared about my position and the public eye.

Ahhh, not at all.

"Estella's pretty much Mr. Tundele."

"So, who!?... dere, no"

Damn, it's horrible, "Forced Translation Magic"... Tundele is getting through normally. Is it just a matter of time before the hot cock puffy circle pops out?

Whatever.

Estella is doing everything in her power to get to the sporting event.

You won't do anything to get out of hand with me.

But inside, you're rooting for me.

I hope you win.

... so, well. As a result of the mixing of some of those emotions, this clumsy guy hits me harder than he needs to.

"If you look a little sweet, they might think you are!? I need to be normal...... what does normal look like!?" After a grid like that, I'm overdoing it.... you clumsy bastard.

"Well, but it's me"

Estella pokes her finger at me with a sunny face of glittering sprouts in her stomach.

"Actually, I was just a little reluctant, but otherwise it would have been more smashed, consciously or unconsciously. I think I was probably out of hand -"

and so on and dripping over the illuminated front door.

"Now I can take you down without worries!

And I didn't know how to react.

That kind of strong lighting hide, can you stop because we can light this one up?

No, well, isn't that good enough for you to try and defeat me?

Most of all...

You still don't think you can beat me this time of year, but you can't win.

Hey, Estella. You haven't noticed?

You've already been poisoned by me.

"Estella. It's too late. There's also a closing ceremony when it comes to the last competition. Let's just do it."

"Yeah. Right. Besides, I can't wait for Ginette's dinner."

Estella rushes to her own army by ringing her belly "coming".

You look so neat. Well. I'm so worried about the character. I guess Ginette's worries contagious "depression," that guy.

"Dear Kometsuki"

"I think we've met your expectations whenever possible, how about that?

"Ooh, Ines, Deborah. Don't worry. It's good."

"That's more than anything."

"That's how you can interpret it when you've done the least you can do?

"No, that's not true, Deborah."

It's not the least of it.

"Excellent. I'm so glad you guys are on my side. I can't complain."

Thanks to Mococa and Nica running around, mainly Ines and Deborah, it's 'all about time'.

Magda and Loretta combine are also good at this kind of trick, but it's just as hard to say that it's perfect and ideal so far.

"No way, that's very admirable..."

"Hey, you surprised me..."

"No, seriously, this is awesome."

These guys subtly moved a white group of players other than me to adjust their scores well in bar pulling and horseback riding.

If the number of bar pulls won differed by one, if the ranking of horseback rides differed by one, this result could not be reached.

"You guys are the best"

"Mr. Deborah..."

"Mr. Ines......"

"" Me, I'll be the kid here!

"No, go home to your district."

You just can't afford to hire two paying superintendents.

I'll be spared.

This deadbeat foreman not only scored points, but also adjusted his time perfectly.

Both the ruler of the play "Operation O'Obayashiro Exclusion" after the stick draw and the horseback riding battle that seemed sloppy and running around all fit into controlled time.

Nevertheless, I was looking at the margin roughly twenty to thirty minutes that there would be a lot of indeterminate elements, but the current error is only five minutes.

Exquisite indeed.

Not too soon, not too late.

I don't even think the special information Loretta brought about is incorrect.

I checked Loretta's face just in case, and she came back with a tremendously confident face.

Apparently, there's no mistake.

"All selected athletes, gather at the entrance gate."

It takes the last convocation of the day.

Today, the last competition is the athletic floral - "Athlete Selection Relay".

Ten people from each team are selected and delegates run through the track hanging the winner.

Selected athletes walk as hard as they can, and others pour in all remaining power to cheer.

It's a selection, but that's why we work together as a team to make the best of it, squeeze it, squeeze it.

Athlete selection relays have drama.

Even here in the 42nd arrondissement, where something called Relay will be held for the first time, I'm sure that's no exception.

Today. After this, a drama is born.

It will always be.

"Minasa! Hang in there!

At the White Group position, Ginette was waving out loud.

The food seems to be temporarily interrupted. I mean, I almost finished looking down during the bar pull, and now it looks like church dorm mothers and servants are watching the fire add and subtract something.

How handy. Efficiency.

Yet I wonder why the basic attributes are 'dull', Ginette's guy.

The white players are Magda, Loretta, Ines, Deborah, Barbara, Mococa, Nica, Rebecca, Sophie, and somehow me.

"I'm surprised Yashiro's coming out."

"Shouldn't you have let Loretta's sisters out?

Norma and Paula speak up at the entrance gate.

This time, there are up to three Hewitt siblings per team to enjoy fairness.

Three teams other than the White Group have exactly three hamsters among their members.

Yes, we are.

"... this is the strongest member of the white group. Unfortunately, there was no room for the hamsters."

Magda's right, the hamster kid is zero.

"Besides, Loretta said," If I had my oldest daughter, I'd make up for about three siblings. Po. "

"Your brother is right! If I were there, I could afford about three siblings... I didn't say 'Po'!? Stop making it up!

"... stop it for you Po ~"

"Magda, stop pretending to be on your side and spreading the wound! It's a little fashionable at our house. So play Magda with your brother!

I have Loretta, the eldest daughter of the Hewitt family, so I don't need a hamster sibling in the white group - because those guys insist... er... Loretta alone is enough. Yeah. Yeah, right. Enough.

"Loretta's already hungry by herself."

"Something badly said!? It's probably just the right direction and it's all wrong, that statement!

Hmm.

Probably that. That's sharp, Loretta.

"Dear Kometsuki... it's time"

"Oh, right. All right! Don't waste your breath. Let's start the competition!

"Isn't that you guys, playing scattered... at all. Then I'll come in."

In Estella's words, the athletes move into the track.

Because the age and gender races come together in this relay, it is not possible to adjust the length of the run with them.

All the conditions presented are the same. We just have to tweak it on each team as to who to put in the eye of the runner.

To avoid the race becoming monotonous, the running distance has been subtly changed.

The first runner runs around the track, the second runner runs half way around, followed by the third runner runs the other half, and the fourth runner runs around again.

In this way, the first, fourth, seventh, and anchor run around, while the second third, fifth, sixth, and eighth ninth runners in between run semi-circumferentially.

Naturally, I'd like to run a long distance to a guy with fast legs, but I also have to consider the point of stamina.

Besides, relays can also drop rank heavily due to problems in receiving batons. I just want to take into account the compatibility of the players before and after.

- and leaves room for a lot of manoeuvres in this way.

Well, from what I've seen, all three teams except the White Group seem to be placing hamsters in weeks four, seven and ten with long distances.

So, why didn't all three teams put a hamster on the first runner...

"Heh heh... I'll bury you right away, snail weasel"

"After all, you're doomed to be defeated by me."

Because I declared in advance that I would run as a first runner.

I thought I could catch Estella or something, but I didn't know I could even catch Lucia.

"Lucia, and Estella... OK! 'Undistracted Milk' so I can concentrate!

"" What yu mean!?

That's what I meant.

Now if it was the same race as Delia and Norma again, the tears would have cut a bit.

"Well, that's too bad, darling."

A small high hill appeared as it drew between the unshakeable lords. No, it's not a hill, it's a medra.

"A, Atashi's, yu, because it shakes."

"Wow, I don't know, my eyes are full...... I'm coming to my eyes, Medora's tundelle is"

If I lose my eyesight, let's claim compensation. At least for the glasses.

I mean, ukriness. What do you think you made a medla-sized bloomer or something? Who made that size assuming it would be worn?

I'll tell him next time we don't have to deal with all mankind.

There were a few guys on each team who wanted to hang out with me, so when it came to me going into the first race, I figured I'd put the hamster in place after the fourth.

Otherwise, who's gonna get out, in a relay full of beasts like this?

Even though there are many supermen like Estella and Natalia, even if they are not beasts.

But if I'm going to win the White Team, I'll be happy to compete.

It's getting dark around here, so it might be hard to see the shake in the battle seat.

...... even while I'm thinking about it, the two lords and the guild leader of the hunting guild keep stuffing up and putting pressure on me.

"Don't stand near me, all of you. My legs seem short."

Estella and Lucia, why do they have such long legs?

Medora is a long time, but she's big.

"Isn't it 'like', huh? It's a crocodile, see?"

"Don't let the lady show you her thighs, I'll stroke you."

"What's a lick!? Are you a pervert!?

"I didn't say it! I stroked him!

"Yashiro. Still, there's no pervert involved. Let's be aware."

"Darling, ho, ho, ho ~"

"I don't know, my eyes are full."

I wonder if it's because of the bonfire smoke.

I'll charge you for racing. If I lose my eyesight.

"So the first runner is about position."

We stand on the starting line, gripping a wooden baton full of luxury in the waste of wooden guild selection, made by Torbec Workshop.

- The time is just right.

"Come on..."

Peeling, licking my lips.

It's as if the viper sees the end of the prey with certainty.

I told you, didn't I?

My virulent poison is' slow acting '.

"About position, wow!

- Oh, my God!

The race begins.

No one can go back.

Unexpectedly loose cheeks.

Ours... mine, win!

"What's the matter, Yashiro! Is that all you got?

"Hmm! If you can follow me about my speed, follow me, snail!

"Darling! Hit me with everything you can. Hey!

The rivals lead the way.

Regardless of Lucia, Estella and Medora are seriously fast.

I can't help it...

"Wow, I'm gonna get you!"

I float and hang out and come to the ocean to commemorate three months, smile and voice like a dumb couple (man) to show off a lightly skipped run.

"Wait, wait, wait! My sweet little cunt."

Ugh, haha, running with a fun laugh, Medora's speed dropped. It's already visible.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on!

"Wow! Wait, wait, wait! Haha."

"Here! Here! Ugh!"

Drinking by the gentle air like slow motion, MEDRA's velocity drops more and more. I'm just kidding. Until it's just as fast as mine.

"Nah...... what, that?

"Seriously, don't run, you scarecrow!

"Oh my God, Lucia! I'm already mad at you, I'm gonna get you!"

"Hmm! Who are you?" If it's something you can catch - catch it!

"Until Mr. Lucia!?

You don't get it, Estella.

Lucia, oh, look, she loves the betty de classics.

If you had a chance, and if you saw someone other than yourself doing it first, you'd be so determined by that!

"Not really," he said, "I did it, I did it - when -" and "Ah, I can do it" would be something that all humankind would like to try once!

That's what they eat.

So, when Mi-na seems to enjoy doing the same thing, she gets lonely as soon as possible and feels alienated... he's called Estella.

"Bo, I... catch you too."

This guy is really lonely... maybe he's reading the air.

That's why the three leading up turned into a light skip-toned run with "haha, ugh," so - I'm the only one who starts the full walk.

"Bye, first!

"Hmm!? Scarecrow!"

"Hey, Yashiro!?

"Darling! Wait for me!

Ha-ha-ha!

I'm sorry to hear that! Today's lies are not covered by the Spirit's Judgment!

You don't have to catch him while you say, "I'll get him," and he won't let you frog!

"You guys are too used to The Judgement of the Spirit! Lies and vomits gain more than good men! You remember that!

"That happens all the time!

"Estella's right! This city is over because lying seems to spread to the world!

"Darling, you'll be punished if you pass!

Three duped fools are calling something, but it's not what they found out.

I'll keep the lead and the baton on the second runner...

"" "Wait, yeah, yeah! Mmm-hmm. Yes, yes!" "

"Scary, scary, scary! I'm so scared I can't even joke about 'catch you' or anything!

If you get caught, you'll die!

I kicked the ground so hard I felt my life in jeopardy.

but it turned out to be four.

"Shit! They'll be too fast!

Pass the baton to Nica and breathe on her shoulders.

"Damn, you... imitate it against sportsmanship to the end"

"Next time, you're gonna make me talk to you about what the word" square "means, Scarecrow.

"Oh, even if you're staying, I don't mind the Atashi. Okay, come on."

"If they talk like that over the night, they'll purify you in the morning sun the next day."

"Is your body a hunk of evil?

You guys complain about me all the time, but you guys were on it, weren't you?

"Catch you". You had a little fun, didn't you? Confess!

"If you look closely, you're just a guy who's never had a boyfriend before"

"Shut up! Lords are cautious."

"Exactly. I can't possibly have that kind of relationship with someone other than me."

"I took the Atashi for Darling."

"Haha. I wish you could keep it sealed in the ruins of the basement."

Sports magic doesn't seem to work for me either.

Damn, I wonder where they draw the line, who can easily be a lover and who doesn't.

Let's go back to the backup.

Even if it's a backup seat, it's a queue for the players in the truck.

Athletes who have finished running turn to the rear of the queue of players waiting in order.

"Scarecrow"

"Hmm?"

Lucia called from next door as she turned around behind the anchor and lowered her hips.

"There's a harbor in District 35."

"I know."

"A little further, there's also a white sandy beach."

"Heh. That's my first ear."

"... there's a beach, there's a beach"

"No, I just heard that."

"... the waves will strike."

"That's the sandy beach."

".............................. Zan"

"What the hell!?

Something's wrong with Lucia.

No, he's not crazy from the beginning.

What the hell are you trying to say?... or so I thought, I got slapped on the shoulder.

What the fuck? And when I glanced at his face, he turned to me.

What the hell, so.

Confused by Lucia's mysterious behavior, the Red Group's fourth runner began to stand by.

"Last of the day, the biggest show ever!

Hammoru barks with his arms raised high.

Yes, sir. Anyway, the perverted lord next door said, "Mmm-hmm, Hammorutan is adorable!" or something like that would make a scene... and when I glanced at Lucia's face... she was so stared at. Why? Did you do something to me?

It's Ham Moru's turn.

"Don't you talk cheaply about Hammorutan's name! Decrease!"

"What is it?

Finally, I'm back to my usual Lucia.

... I can't help but remember to worry that this state of affairs is' usual '.

So, one hamster after another - the fourth runner stands by.

Baton passes to the third runner and will be back before us shortly.

"Now, I'm going to show you my oldest daughter's firstborn!

Holding his fist, Loretta takes to the starting position with a confident look.

Four Hewitt sisters and brothers. Everyone except Loretta, the hamsters between the ages of seven and nine.

"Ham boy, get it! 'But as proved, in a head-on battle, Loretta is not suitable for the hamsters of that age.

But now here I am - the poison that we planted makes me so fierce.

"Ha, ha... hey... but when you call me by my name, I say, 'Ha, ha?' Cause... baton, ooh!"

"Let it be!

Millie passes the baton to the fourth runner at his best.

And without making room between them, Huang Group, Blue Group passes the baton to the hamsters.

And the hamsters run out in unison - they won't!

"" "What!?

The movement of the hamsters who received the baton slows down simultaneously.

My body starts to shake.

"Mmm-hmm! I'm a little late! Rewind!"

Finally, the baton crosses from Rebecca to Loretta about two seconds late.

And with a crisp look, Loretta runs out to tell us who this phenomenon is - the fierce venom we planted.

"Our kids need to take a nap for an hour in the afternoon or they'll be Onem at 7: 00 pm!

To prove the word, Hammoru and two other hamsters came at the same time and fell all the way to the ground and began to take a nap.

"Supreme, Morumi Ya... Munyamunya"

"Oooh!? You're so cute, you want to hug me, but you have to stand and run, Hammorutan! For the future of both of us!

The perverted lord next door is screaming something unsolicited but keeps it gorgeous through.

"Ha ha! My oldest daughter, I can still bury myself at this hour! It's not like our kids! You can allocate your health! She's a grown woman! Bichoz, it's because you're my oldest daughter. - Ugh!

Though it was Hammoru who would take the back, the Hewitt family's blood muscles were not Dade, and Loretta quickly circled the truck and handed Sophie the baton for the fifth runner.

"Wake up! Guys! We're still in competition!

"Wake up! If you sleep in here, you'll catch a cold!

"Hey guys! You haven't even eaten yet! Just try harder today!

Delia on Estella to Norma.

It is a sister position that usually takes care of children, but that voice does not reach children who have fallen asleep.

The sleeping child will not wake up. Whether it's a toy, a treat, or a fun event you've been looking forward to!

"Hey... what am I supposed to do with this?

"Mm-hmm... abstention, or something?

"It doesn't?

"But look, the other hamsters are asleep, too, right?

Paula and Neferry see the seventh runner and anchor and leak a bitter laugh.

"Well, why don't we hurry up and set up a substitute now?

"Yashiro... you do that after a situation where the White Team is sure to win..."

"What? So you're gonna re-compartmentalize?

"You know you don't have time for that anymore... Paula, Delia"

"You can take your place now!

"That's fine with me, let's finish this competition! I'm hungry, I'm at my limit! I want something sweet, too!

"... neither does Magda have any objection"

"That would be no objection to Magda...... not at all! Then the team leader immediately selects a replacement and restarts the race!

"Yeah!"

"Whoa!"

Estella, Paula, and Delia rush to the backup seat to pull three players to replace the hamster.

And while they were doing that, the white group had a baton crossed to the anchor Magda, decorating the winner of the bluff.

I was just wondering if it was a blame.

"Haha! I can't help it, the hamsters."

"I'm a kid, I can't help it."

"But she has a cute sleeping face!"

"Yashiro's guy, you know that?

"Damn, man."

"But, well, it's a palm."

"Oh, I couldn't spot you. I lost this one."

"Better than that, I'm hungry!

"What a great smell!?

"I know! Aren't you the curry from the Yangdu Pavilion!?

"Can you eat it!?

"Fun!

"I don't care where you win anymore, get it over with -!

"Mesh!

"" "Meh!

- And it was accepted for what it was like.

At the end of the day, it's the 42nd arrondissement.

You can have fun.

- I guess that's the idea. Basically.

The District People's Games, which were really busy, really ridiculous and took all night, finally ended the whole competition.

Oh, I'm tired.