Regarding the evolution of the trash skill 「prediction」 into 「everything I say becomes true」Living a slow life with ☆Bricks・Bricks・Bricks!

"Here we go! Now the top two forecasters in question face each other directly! Which way to win."

Forecast matches take place in stadiums outside the city.

It is usually a stadium for 1,000 people, but today there are extra seats available for 1,200 people.

Vacant seats are completely full.

Moderators and commentators sit in the stadium's broadcast seats to act as facilitators.

There's another old man sitting in the air seat, who doesn't talk about anything.

He is the owner of the unique skill Broadcast.

I can voice what is spoken in this broadcast stand to everyone who is coming to the stadium.

Mike, amplifier and speaker from this side of the world are the ones with the skills that make them all by themselves.

"The commentary, as usual, invites us to come to Mr. Crackey, a gladiator critic. Nice to meet you, Mr. Crackey."

"Nice to meet you. Hey, I'm looking forward to it. Forecast Showdown"

"Yes. Unlike a regular gladiator game, this is a team fight. That's also in the form of a forecaster giving instructions. Can you tell me about those two forecasters?

"Yes, the White Horse Team forecaster is now said to drop flying birds as well, and there is a shop across the diagonal from Adventurer Guild"

"That store, I know. There's a big sign out there, so many of you know it."

"The forecaster has 12 forecasters, and this time the most popular of them all, Jamie, will do the forecast."

"By and large, is forecasting a hit?

"Rumor has it, some people say it's going to hit, some people say it's that kind of incense. See which is right in your eyes."

"That's a blemish. What is another Black Cat Team forecaster like?

"This is Jute, who's making a forecast for adventurers at a tavern called the Black Cat Pavilion."

"Uh, are you forecasting at the liquor store? Alone?"

"Yes, I'm making a forecast at the end of the tavern"

"Something feels plain. Can you beat Jamie?

"In the first place, Jute is the first to start a forecaster. Jute became more popular, so I had that forecaster."

"Then you say the Black Cat team jute is more of an ancestral forecaster. An ancestral forecaster has now applied to a popular forecaster for a showdown. Do you mean"

"Well, to put it bluntly, you will"

The content of the broadcast also flows to the forecasting room set up at the stadium.

Now the forecast room has Jute and a team of six adventurers with Masset as their leader.

"Well, here we go, Mr. Jute. Do you want to start with the enemy forecast for the first stage?"

"Yes, Mr. Masset. Ask me a question."

"What are the enemies of the first stage like?

Ping-Pong Pang Pong

"It must be five oaks."

Stage one forecast is five orcs.

When Cecil speaks to the silver demon stone placed in the forecasting room, it is transmitted, by broadcasting skills, to the entire stadium.

"The forecast for the Black Cat team is out with five oaks. I wonder, as a force of war."

"Yes, the first stage has four C-class adventurers. Oak is a C-class monster, so what should I do with more than one head is where the operation stands?"

"That's just if the forecast hits, right? What happens when it comes off?"

"That's the interesting thing about this forecast game. Listen to the forecast and choose your gear with the members. If the forecast is completely different, it's suddenly a pinch."

"You're wondering how that's going to unfold."

"The first stage forecast is Oak. Six heads."

"The White Horse team also has a forecast. This is also an oak. But not five, but six."

"That's pretty much the same forecast. Similar member selection, I think it would be the same gear"

"And then there's the difference in the power of the adventurers."

"You will be."

"Now the two forecasters have arrived at the broadcast stand. The forecast is over and we're starting to come to the broadcast stand. Best regards,"

"" Regards ""

Me and the handsome forecaster sit in the air.

It's a good place to see from the audience, so I'm so nervous.

"The Black Cat team is forecast for five oaks and the White Horse team for six oaks. The more confident you are, Mr. Black Cat Team."

"Uh, I think it fits more or less"

"What about Mr. White Horse Team?

"Of course, it fits. Because it's my forecast. I'm not going to give a single forecast that's different."

"Whoa, that's a sudden perfect statement. Well, the first stage is about to begin now. Demon Gate is now open"

Uh-huh.

"That's an amazing cheer. Orcs have popped out of the gate. Forecast is a hit."

"Yes. Oak at first is also a staple in demonic matches. If you do, you're worried about the head count."

"It's six heads. Because that's what my forecast tells me."

"Let's count. One... two... three... four... five, five... No, there was another one, six, are we done? Six. Wow, perfect forecast for the White Horse team."

Wow, they guessed it.

Mine is more or less a hit too, but it would be sweet to say it's Dompisha.

"You did it. Mr. White Horse Team."

"Well, it's a natural result. Forecasting makes sense because it's perfect."

"Then, can't one head be different?"

"You can't. Impossible. If you want to remove it that way, you better not forecast it."

Disgusting. Just because you hit it sounds great.

For the most part, forecasting isn't that high.

I definitely raised it to D-rank, but even that can come off.

"The forecast is not very good and it's a forecast. If you're an adventurer, you tell them to take an adventure with a forecast in mind."

"Is that what it is? Mr. White Horse Team."

"Ha. Maybe if you're a less confident forecaster."

The handsome forecaster says as he looks at me with cancer.

It's a really obnoxious one.

"Well, the game is plugged into the middle. Oh, there's a difference between the two teams. The White Horse team has already defeated three oaks. Hardly any damage."

"That's amazing. It's no surprise we struggle with more orcs than our members."

"It would be the power of the White Horse team. By the way, the four members are three swordsmen and one wizard. This is with the Black Cat team."

"Both are operations where the wizard of the rear guard magically attacks while the swordsman is walled in the avant-garde. If you're an adventurer, you're used to orc warfare."

"Now, the White Horse team, two remaining oaks. There are four Black Cat teams."

Massetts, you're a little behind. Well, it looks fine.

I hope you defeat me without interrupting. I knew I didn't want to see much damage.

"I did it. White Horse Team, I defeated two oaks at once. It's three minutes and fifteen seconds from the start. The Black Cat team is also fighting well. And one head. We're surrounded. I just knocked down the last one. The time is four minutes and five seconds. That difference is 50 seconds."

The final wins and losses of the forecast matches are won faster by adding up the time taken on each stage.

If there is something that cannot be wiped out along the way, the defeat will be decided by that stage.

First of all, 50 seconds. Not yet, we can go.