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

--The castle, the garden.

In King's Landing, a game of martial arts held in front of the nobility of the royal family has another meaning.

In other words, surrogate warfare.

Land interests, taxes, and the value of money and goods.

In this country, where arrangements are made in the presence of royal nobles so as to be in line with the legal order, it was common for these proxies to compete with each other in deciding things.

In this case, Richter took the match to Lilac, betting on a large chair called the Princess Knight.

It was a silent exchange, but those gathered in this place had no idea why the game was in front of them.

As everyone watches with a magical expression, the two samurai walk forward.

"--The gladiator's game is quite different from the air."

Looking around, Prim cheerfully opened his mouth.

Fouta is distracted for a moment by her atmosphere that is completely different from the atmosphere we just met.

But leaving him alone, she talks on her own.

"Shouldn't it be a dark match between Colosseum's former champion and the challenger? Maybe we need a little boost."

When she put her index finger around her mouth and said so, she pulled out her back.

And then...

When the stone jab hit the ground, it soared up to kick the sky.

Rotate beautifully vertically and land.

Dance and enchant like a token around the chestnut, then swing the chestnut around like a wheel and dance like a dance.

At the end, he threw a throw high in the sky, grabbed the spinning rope, and flashed.

It was a finished sword dance.

Staggers from the surroundings.

Unexpectedly, Futa exhaled in admiration.

Gladiators have beautiful martial arts. It was often spoken of, but of course it was her fingerprint.

"... what a splendid thing."

Lilac with her eyes closed, so much so that she could mumble in one hand at tea.

"Ooh... Lord Klimbroom's liver is worth a fortune."

"If so, Your Highness, we can do it together.

"... I don't know, but it's beautiful."

Suddenly, there are expectations.

Whispered conversations become noisy as the number grows.

Feeling his skin's eyes shifting from serious to interesting, Prim waved gently to the surroundings before turning back to Futa.

"What's going on?

"Amazing. If I imitate it, it won't end the same way."

I'm sure.

A feminine maid who showed a smooth trick.

A man obsessed with a princess.

It would have been obvious to me which side I would support.

All of a sudden, the audience's atmosphere is getting closer to the prime.

Nothing. It's the usual thing.

In that sense, Futa laughed even as she mocked herself that she was approaching the air of Colosseum.

I could afford to laugh.

I know the reason for that without saying it. Because the present fouta has support.

Meanwhile, Futa was finally beginning to notice the strange thing about the samurai in front of her.

Even though he had revealed so much hostility, he could be said to be friendly.

Sword dance to boost the venue.

Looking at her hand, which gently calmed her breath, Huta narrowed her eyes.

"Now, is it time to start? I'm free at any time. By the way, what's going on with the signal?

--I was trembling.

And he's not feminine before the fight.

My eyes were also busy walking around.

Like her, he's a fierce man who's had a lot of battles in Colosseum.

I'm not accustomed to crowd looping.

Besides, it's never been the first time I've played with Fouta.

Give me a break.

I wonder if someone is being held hostage.

Is it a weakness?

I wonder if there are circumstances that have forced me to win this game.

"Hey, Prim..."

"You don't understand."

Realizing that Huta's gaze was in his own hands, Prim blocked Huta's words.

You can even smile somewhere.

"... you don't understand. Two years ago, you were gone. I can't believe the human feeling of dying and continuing to train to lose my goal and show it to him one day. - You don't understand."

She layers her trembling right hand down with her left hand.

"I'm ashamed to be noticed, but I'm dreadful. Look. I've never been where you are in an official fight, have I?

Asked, nodded.

I've made friends several times calling them practice games.

Each time, she said, "We will win the official battle," and left to reveal her anger.

However, she never appeared in the official championship match.

I was a user of Colosseum index, but I was good enough to break it with my fingers.

That's all we talked about.

"--Since you disappeared, Colosseum has become rough. Many gladiators quit. I'm one of them. Why do you think that is?

She whispers with a smile.

"Because you're gone. Even if you disappeared and became a champion in Colosseum, is that really a champion?"

Tears broke out on her cheeks.

"You don't know. But" split up. "And be aware."

Shake your neck, your eyes have a strong will.

Stand by and she tells.

The word is "trembling."

"This is my first time. I got the right to challenge the champion."

I'm nervous, obviously. That's what I told him.

─ Where are the gladiators who do not want to challenge the most powerful swordsmen?

Huta meditated and stood still.

And I told her one thing.

"Okay."

"- Yes."

"Take it and stand."

"- Yes."

She nodded as if she could feel it.

A sudden blast of air covered the venue.

--There are people everywhere who can't read the air.

"Is she okay?

"Listen, I've never won a battle with Futa."

"Hey, have you done anything already?

"I see, the boulder is Richter."

Among these sophisticated fighting minds, those who open their mouths with breath.

Are they stupid or big? Richter shook his head in an attitude of giving up in the middle, hoping for the latter if possible.

"Don't you understand? I just wanted to win, so I gave up my life and spent two years training and wandering."

They didn't know.

However, as far as Richter's attitude was concerned, he understood that he didn't like what he said.

"- Anyway, this game is an information fee for that woman. It's not a matter of winning or not winning."

Richter murmurs at the sight of the girl holding her hand.

"After that, there is destiny. Don't feel bad, Futa."

Go on, Richter.

The princess glanced at her cheeks pleasantly, impressed by the thundering fighting.

Then he turned his eyes back to the two samurai.

"So this game is purely for my enjoyment."

--Awful, let me find out how to attack Fouta.

The fierce smile of a samurai was very similar to the princess staring at the game in the back.

The signal for the start of the game rang.