Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

The meat stabbed on the skewer on the baking table is mowing up smoke that smells good.

Well, I've had a good breakfast and I'm getting hungry.

Two bamboo plates, 30 cm deep and 120 cm wide, are arranged in the L-shape, where bamboo skewers, stabbed with plenty of meat and vegetables, are arranged side by side with biscuits. You're riding more than fifty in total.

Although it has not yet been seasoned, it is scheduled to be transferred to a glazed thermal insulator installed in the stall at the stage where the fire has gone through, and to be seasoned and book-baked after receiving the order.

While looking at the customer's situation, I intend to do a book grill on the side grill table and face to face with the customer after a certain number of undercooks have been made.

It is a splendid outdoor shop that is not embarrassed to serve anywhere, which is unlikely to be a mock shop if you look only at stalls and baking stations.

Behind the stall, inside the tarp are about ten cooler boxes and about 100 kg of charcoal in a hemp bag, some pipe chairs folded with a conference desk as a workbench.

Ingredients and charcoal that could not be brought here are also stored in the room.

This sight is so unlikely to be a mock shop either, but can you really sell it out?

If you look at the mock stores around you, you can see everything from student mock stores to well-built objects, things that you would have rented from a vendor, but not on a scale to this point.

When I try this, I get anxious because I feel like I've overdone it.

The fact that we seem to be able to do something pretty good in the preparation phase has raised the tension of the members and is due to the overexcitement.

"Whoa! This one's burned."

"This side is ok too!

"All right! I'll burn you down on that side alone after that. How many are burning now?

"It's six, seven, uh, seventy-three!

"Let's bake another thirty or so on the side!

Yamazaki is the center and gives the instructions, and Dabamboo seems to be partitioning the baking table. Now Totsuka and Shinto are in charge of the baking table.

"Good, huh? Then, the accountants are Pictori and Miki, the handouts are Hatsuho and Setsuna, and then the rotation in the morning at Akanaka Sakaguchi. Seniors Cee and Leiria ask for a book-baked tecochon when people break up. Because I see the situation and I move."

"Okay."

"Yes."

"Uh, yes"

"Ugh, I wonder if you're okay"

"Yes, thank you"

"Yes."

"Hmm. I'll take care of it."

At Tarp, Kubo provides final confirmation of the role to the female members.

... Seriously, I feel like I'm overdoing it.

Nine men, eight women, including help, and two large baking stands with 100 undercooked skewers, about 6000 planted, plus spare ingredients & bamboo skewers......

Though I plan on rotating it and basically giving it a break every half, it's not the size of a student's mock shop!

You think professional stalls sell about 40-600,000 yen a day at nationally renowned festivals on average? It is calculated that 800 pieces to 1200 pieces are sold as 500 yen per meal.

Besides, you attract between a few hundred thousand and a million customers, and the number of stalls will vary in size, though.

Even though the festival is two days old, considering the purchase, I would be in deficit if I didn't sell 3000 skewers.

... Muli, right?

"Kashiwagi, what happened to your difficult face?

"No, it's good that I'm getting better and bigger, but I was wondering if I'd done too much."

Yamazaki called out looking out at me with his arms in front of the stall and roaring.

Oh, speaking of which, you didn't say.

I ended up being removed from the member who spins the stall in the main.

Of course, I would join the stall, but the last time Yamazaki and the others consigned me and sold me off to Shindo, I adjusted the members so that it would be okay to slip out whenever I wanted. Ignore all my intentions.

He is only the chairman of the circle. I don't have much authority, and if my members gather their opinions, they don't have my opinions.

He has just returned from the final meeting of the Academic Festival Security.

"Oh, my God, is that so? It's okay! I've got my hands on it! Looks like you're just here."

"Hmm? What..."

"Thanks for waiting! I managed to make it!

I'm used to hearing voices that sound like they're blocking conversations between me and Yamazaki.

"Saito?! Why?"

I don't know, I have a really bad feeling about this.

"Good for you. You got everybody?

"Yeah. But like I said, most of the men's stuff is from borrowing ready-made products. The girl's should be made according to the measurements."

"Superior! Hey, Kubo! He said he had a costume!

"Oh, yes! Everybody, let's get dressed in the room."

"Dabamboo! The men will change and get dressed around there."

"Whoa!"

Hey, hey, Omae et al., I didn't hear anything?

"Kashiwaki's is this way. Get dressed."

Oh, yes.

... I'm not!

Juicy juicy......

And nobody's gone...

Oh, I'll burn if I don't flip it.

jue... patapata...

Sounds delicious.

There are no more gaps to complain about. I often wait while baking skewers instead of members who are stuffy. Yamazaki and Otake are finally back.

"Omae et al., this..."

"We don't have time for the opening! Get dressed now!

I was pushed off.

What, that temper.

I had no choice but to change into a costume given to me in the shadow of my luggage, behind the tarp.

... Saito bastard, what are you thinking?

"Oh, thank you for waiting"

"Hey, a little embarrassed, huh?

"That's pretty easy to move. Then you're cuter, but I'm cuter."

"Mr. Leiria has a bit of an image."

"Whoo! Boys' cosplay! Jul..."

The women's cosplay was an inexplicable substitute for some SEO warriors, such as the Science O team, anthropomorphic battleships, etc.

Eye blessing.

"Ha-ha-ha, how about this!

Yamazaki is flirting with Doya's face.

"No, I understand the intent, but is it good? This."

"Seniors, the activity in the second semester depends on how much you sell this time. That's not so much resistance for girls, and they don't complain about the operation. Visitors have a high male ratio."

Kubo affirms in a strong tone.

Because of my mind, Kubo's eyes seem to be marked "¥".

... daughter of a boulder dealer, let's say.

Come on, faithful!

Because of this, the man's costume is filled with a sense of propriety, happy with twisted bowl rolls for learning runs and running.

It's just my costume that's the problem.

"Saito"

"What's going on? Kashiwaki ku... Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!

I stare at Saito's face as he ironcrawls.

Saito will break out trying to escape his hand, but is it okay?

"Kronos cos, huh? What are you thinking?!

"Hey, Gibb! So, it's okay, no mask, and I've changed the details, so as a cosplay I just made it look like, idadadada!

Yes.

As you can see, this is the collection of our black history, the Demon King (Sorcery Road) Kronos. Thank you.

It certainly doesn't have a mask on its head, and I don't remember it very well, but maybe the details are different. But it's a costume that became known nationally because of repeated streams of footage on scattered television.

It is also a good spot to stand out.

Why is my surroundings trying to do me moral damage? If there is a god in this world, I want to question him overnight.

Depending on your response, you may want to try 'God Kill'.

Dawn!

A loud fireworks noise echoes in college.

Shit, time's up.

It seems it's finally time for the opening.

"Well, then, here I am. Good luck!

"Oh, wait, Saito!

Saito pulled his face through a loose gap in my hand and escaped with the bill attached.

Ha, we're gonna have to, huh?

"All right! Now about the placement! All girls ask for the first time only. Later, at Kubo's discretion."

"Yes. Good luck everyone!

"Ooh!"

'Yes!'

I'm distressed. I'm like air.

... Are you kidding me?

"Yuya, uh, let's do our best? Um, uh, later, uh, hey, I'll comfort you."

A heroine who speaks gently to me in silence and tears, Sy.

Let's get plenty of comfort later.

I'm not putting you to bed tonight, yo.

Just because it opens doesn't mean people are overflowing around here close to the center of campus right away.

The classic Miss & Mr. Canvas contest starts in the afternoon, and there's still time for an event using the auditorium.

Because undergraduates, clubs, and circle events are held all over the school, people are naturally dispersed, and there is some leeway for people to flow this way because they will look around in turn from close to the entrance.

Nevertheless, these school festivals are a tough place to open a food store, and many people will be hungry soon.

Other stalls are starting to cook one after the other, and there's a good smell coming around.

We can't lose, either.

More skewers can be arranged on the side grill table at the behest of Dabamboo.

Then, charcoal is added to an empty baking table like a book bake, and it is hard to predict that the fire has turned, sprinkling soy sauce.

The burning good smell of soy sauce stands with the sound of juice!

Let's get to the beginning of the Festival.