Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

--Colosseum.

An iron castle with a cylindrical structure.

And people's eyes are not outside, but inside.

Hot sand dances in the vast field. Iron and iron scatter sparks.

The cheers echo every time, breaking through into the blue sky, but bouncing.

The swordsman who fights is one on one.

Everyone strips their teeth ferociously and flashes the silver blade before defeating the swordsman in front of them.

A rapier who dances like a butterfly and stabs like a bee.

A big man who waved his heavy sword and tried not to break the earth.

A samurai stands fluently in one hand with a flipped blade drifting in exoticism.

Everyone had flowers.

And whosoever was gathered in the land, he that stood on the earth, and he that looked down upon it, was eager for battle.

The audience talked to each other about who was strong.

We had an intense debate about who was the best.

But there was an implicit understanding in their words.

Except for one.

"― ― Winner, Champion Huta!!

Last program of the day.

Of course it is a battle between the challenger who won the tournament and the champion who defends the throne.

However, the vacant seat that was so conspicuous that it was unlike the final match, and the frustrating sigh of leakage, were a far cry from what was supposed to be the champion defense.

Yesterday's battle to determine the challenger to the champion was overwhelming. The spectators were immersed in the fights spinning the gladiators, while pretending to be the "virtual finals".

The cheer wound up like a barrage of gunfire starting from a cylindrical Colosseum, praising the winner and scolding the loser.

Not today.

Even though I thought this would happen anyway, the stupid sound is a noise that is difficult to call cheer.

Standing in the middle of the field is a young man.

Looking at the garbage thrown into the field as usual, I still feel like I can't give up.

It was a familiar sight.

You are not a gladiator Pakless bastard with no personality Battle to make the challenger false Etosetra, Etosetra.

Without the will to wave, he leaves the field as if he were a loser.

"Hey!!

I heard a voice that I knew. "Eternal second place" or "de facto champion", the most popular gladiator who always challenges himself.

Looking back, he said just one word to exhale blood.

"Next time, I will definitely win!!!

It is rude not to reply to the words.

But what do I have to say now?

--I heard the dialogues last week, last week, and the week before.

I was trained.

At the beginning of the debut, this was still expected.

I was trained.

He began to be criticized for winning with the same weapon as his opponent.

I was trained.

Colosseum regulars who knew that they were imitating the style of combat, not the same weapon, began beating their feet.

I was trained.

They started pointing their fingers at the opponent and cursing him for making fun of him.

I was trained.

It's the same thing to do with the best gladiators. Their fans became Futa's anti.

I was trained.

Nobody can beat Futa anymore. The audience began to get irritated.

I was trained.

His battle gradually disappeared.

And finally, he threw up.

"Unemployed" habit.

and.

Fouta was "unemployed."

In this world, every human being has the power of "occupation".

Everyone is not good at what they are born with because of their "profession", and they search for a vocation to live in the right place.

In rare cases, however, there are people who do not have a "profession" - that is, unemployed.

Whatever they do, they are the following.

The occurrence conditions have not been clarified.

But it was an uncovered letterhead.

Fouta wanted to cover it up.

I'm unemployed.

Played, omitted, driven to the corners of society and finished quietly.

Fouta has seen the same "unemployed" many times.

That's why I wanted to prove that there is something I can do with my efforts.

Fouta realized her talent.

to be able to imitate the movements of any person.

But I can't be a clown because I don't have weird ideas or lots of talk.

In order to earn money in the arts, I don't have enough charm as a person.

I'm unemployed after all. But Futa didn't give up.

The battle was imitated.

However, when I became a mercenary, I was unable to pass the due diligence test by "occupation".

As a magician or a knight, the standing exam was interrupted.

That's why I thought that a gladiator who can do anything just by registering should hit him.

The stage was ready, and I was confident that if I fought, I would win.

The reality was different.

The real "gladiator" had flowers.

Fouta didn't have it.

The individually shrewd bastard is in tune in a sacred battlefield.

At best, it was spitting.

I was trained.

I was trained.

I was trained.

Huta was strong. I never lost.

But that's all. No matter how much you fight, it won't get popular.

Without popularity, you are not qualified to be a gladiator.

It wasn't good to be strong.

"Fouta"

I was always in the waiting room and had a head on an unanswered question.

Without friends to ask for help, I could not escape because of my seriousness.

That's how it is. I heard voices.

The man sits next to Futa, smiling as if he were showing off his golden dentures. And I strapped my shoulders together.

"You know. No matter how strong it is, it has to get popular."

Futa nodded without strength.

"No matter how much you think about it, there's no good idea. Because it's not a" profession "where you can come up with ideas. You can leave this to a" manager "like me."

Futa was so exhausted that she didn't realize she was being made a fool of.

"It's so strong that it doesn't have any flowers. I'm sure you've been told."

It was a word that kept being said so much that I couldn't even nod.

"- That's why. If you don't have any flowers, I'll let you have some flowers in the game."

So I didn't even realize that that sweet talk was the power of "profession" speech.

I looked at him as if he had been given a scripture.

And that day.

The record of champion Huta's tenure was terminated.

On the same day - he was banished from Colosseum.