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

The end of the journey.

Two years after Colosseum was banished.

Huuta was in the capital of the kingdom far from his homeland.

When I arrived in this country, few people knew Futa as early as possible.

Sometimes the distance was different, but above all, the kingdom did not have a culture called Colosseum.

Most certainly.

If anyone knew Futa, it would be difficult to tell him from his previous appearance.

All - you - can - stretch hair and a beard that was cut roughly with a knife or something.

The body is thin and fading, and the wrapped cloth emits a strange odor.

If you say "unemployed" now, it's only natural that you can't offer me a job.

I knew it myself.

Still, if there's anything that triggers the job.

I walked here hoping that if I came to King's Landing, it would be illegal or anything, and that there would be one job.

However, Fouta was close to her earliest limit.

Vision is dim and there is almost no feeling left below the abdomen.

Starvation and the weakness caused by the sun finally pushed me one step further.

--Is it thanks to the training that I have accumulated so far that my awareness is still clear?

A back street in the corner of King's Landing. The owner of the tavern, which had been open since noon, raised his face when he heard the bell coming to the store and looked at the lid.

"... you must have the money."

……

I didn't have any money. The street bank is already running out.

If the owner of the restaurant was willing to give us food, he immediately gave up his hopeful expectations and Huta turned to the back of the pub.

There was a bulletin board with several parchments.

"... hey brother, are you listening?"

"Get to work. Just give me a job."

"Work, huh?... what is your" occupation "? I don't suppose it's" unemployed. "

The bald owner put his arms together and murmured as he looked up and down.

Step by step, step by step, grab the shoulder of Huta and stop him as he carries his foot to the bulletin board in the back of the store.

Here again, "profession."

In any town or country, the treatment of "unemployed" was roughly exhausted.

If you refuse to work in this shop, you may die at last.

Blurring, I thought it might be good again.

A broken heart over a long period of time. An unexpected journey from exile.

With a fever and a lot of trouble, the brain was melting and not even afraid to die. I could say that my heart was slightly paralyzed.

"- If so, do you have a job?

"Seriously, you're unemployed.... I don't have a job offer on your bulletin board. What do we do?"

The auxiliary voice included in the question was immediately understood.

It would mean that there are illegal and unsuitable requests.

It depends on what doesn't suit you.

Consideration, number of days, compensation, risk.

Or...

"... 300,000 just to talk to you?

I didn't want to put this in my house for such a stinky request.

The request handed over by the store owner was an expensive, so-called suspicious job in terms of content.

Of course it's illegal.

At the very least, if you're going to do it in a legitimate way, you're going to be censored.

But it was just right for Futa now.

Either way, you'll die if you don't accept my request.

"Do you receive an advance?

Fifty thousand.

"Take this.... will you give me dinner with that money?"

In response to Futa's plea, the store owner groaned with a slightly disgusting face.

"Well, that's good. Fifty thousand would make sense if we could feed the stinking vagrants."

The shopkeeper pulled me into the kitchen and told me to go home immediately after eating.

"... fuu"

Is it the first time in a month?

Finally, you can have a decent meal.

Suffering from the possibility of tears, Huta read the request form again.

I don't know what I'm going to see.

Just now.

My heart was filled with gratitude for the life-threatening thanks to this request.

The next day, Wangdu Back Street, Old Fountain Square.

Fouta, who was a little rejuvenated by what she put on her meal yesterday, came to the promised place with one hand.

― ―

Signs.

I raised my face.

Before the fountain. A girl in a hood sitting quietly.

Originally, if a girl were to be alone in such a place, she would instantly be the gateway to hungry human desire.

That's why it seemed heterogeneous.

In the square, there is no Vagrants' Root Castle, but there is no sign of them.

The tight air is just the fighting spirit that I felt in Colosseum.

It's amazing that the girl fires it. Discover the power of a quiet and sharp fierce fiend, no less powerful than the best gladiators Futa has ever faced.

Huta hastily confirmed the request.

The meeting place is right.

The opponent's appearance was a light armored person wearing a pale hood. It's her that counts.

But the request is not a fulfillment, but a discussion. Everyone talks to him.

I came here to talk to someone, but with this sense of air, other contractors will run away. Honestly, Futa thought so.

"Um..."

Step into the square and speak.

In a moment, the angle of the hood rose. The only thing I can see from here is a small arc.

"Did you accept my request?

"Yeah... well..."

Futa looked at him.

Her voice is cool and pitiful. It was tense and comfortable to hear.

That's good.

I just didn't feel a shard of hostility.

Let's wrap this up.

"What did you say?

"No, you know what? I don't mean to offend my client."

A girl who leans her neck straight away. The hood rocked.

"With all this fighting, no one will get close."

For Futa, it's a familiar sign of Colosseum.

Still, getting used to it took time. He's always been a fierce Colosseum, and he's finally fought over and over again.

It would be terrible to walk in this air to anyone who brings an illegal request to a place like this.

The girl didn't seem to understand.

"Ha, you feel like fighting from me? I didn't mean to."

Are you serious?

"Quite well, are you sure? Does the person who is surprised not notice?"

"It seems that if you don't train properly once, it may leak."

"... I see, that's why people have been avoiding me for the past few years."

Hmm, she puts her hand on her jaw.

But there are no signs of fighting going away.

Then Futa couldn't help but conclude that she was unconscious.

Go next door, think for a moment, sit away.

"Ah... I wonder how far away my fighting spirit is?"

Rather, it smells like it's been unhygienic for a while.

I was going to be careful, but the girl shakes her head.

"The smell of this place is too strong already, so now is the time. Don't worry about it. I came here to talk to you."

"That's strange again....."

Talk to me.

If you ask yourself what kind of request it actually is, it seems like you're really talking about it. Huta blinked her eyes and sat a little closer to her.

Two people in the stone abyss surrounding the fountain.

"So, what are we talking about? I didn't write down the details of the request."

That's right.

Eh?

Putting her hand around her mouth, she said so as if she were someone else.

"Look, we don't know anything about each other."

That's right.

"Sometimes I can talk about that kind of relationship... and I got advice, and that's how I got here. If you come to see me, I'll be worried."

"Hah...."

Did you come up with an illegitimate request - and spend a lot of money on it, like 300,000?

In this state, I don't suppose there is any disadvantage to money.

I don't know what the rich think.

Nevertheless, we have been asked to do so.

It's not good that the conversation doesn't continue, as long as it's a request to be the person to talk to.

If you are not confident in speaking, it is not such a "profession".

It would be better if we didn't shake it, even if it were possible.

First of all, yes.

"Thank you for your request. Really."

I lowered my head deeply.

As a big thank you, the girl opens her mouth with a little surprise.

"No, I'm not thanking you so much."

"Perhaps for you. But it was different for me."

"...?

Futa began to talk about the time until she came to this country.

I did my job and was banished from the country.

Then I got lost on the street, and I couldn't let my job get fragile because I was "unemployed."

That we have finally arrived in this far country.

"" Unemployed "... I see."

The little murmuring girl's words did not reach Futa.

"What did you do before you were kicked out?

"I'm a gladiator. I had confidence in my arms."

"Ever since they kicked you out, you haven't put your arms to work?

"Yes, there is a" profession "distinction in the qualifications - well, no one would have trained the sword so far without a job."

……

The girl remained silent and leaned.

"Sifting of professions"

"... what's wrong with you?

Oh, no.

The murmured dialogues did not reach Futa's ears.

I won't bother asking you again and offend your client.

That's how she murmurs.

Then she raised her face and stood up.

"--This could have been a good opportunity."

Futa doesn't know what that means.

The girl looks back at him, who can only look up at the girl who stood up blurry.

"Why don't we make a deal? Pay your rewards separately."