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

--The pasta house.

A time when the sun goes down and the stars begin to blur into the night sky.

The time for dinner, which saw the strange picturesque aspects of Reef and the accompanying fouta, which raised tension for the maid's luxurious dinner, passed, and each returned to the room.

Reafi, who goes out with Corona's laundry, doesn't seem to be used to working with cold water, but rather was pulling her legs.

It seemed like the maid who cleaned the mess was following it well.

On the ground floor, such a gentle sight.

And upstairs.

"...... Yikes"

The girl frowned uncomfortably at the opening of the man who opened the door.

"What's with that disgusting greeting?"

"Ah no... well, here it is. What, Nori?

She remembers the daytime exchange and feels something for a young person with a slightly unusual atmosphere. I don't know what you're talking about... but I don't care. Besides, she is only interested in talking about her work.

Aren't you stupid?

Snore and close the book.

This was the girl's private room.

Her room, which is constructed differently from the reception and guest rooms, has a soft covered bed and a dresser and closet.

A cherry-colored carpet and a luxurious, single-person, pale cherry-colored sofa.

In a windy layout such as a cute girl's room, however, only the desk she was sitting at now gave the impression of being quite dramatic and boneless.

"... don't stare at people's rooms."

"What are the sheets on that couch?

"Don't stare at people's rooms!!

Sofa for 1 person. Private room. Then she'll be the only one using it.

Well then, it's no wonder or anything to leave something behind instead of a storeroom.

It would be more pointless to say that the sheets are hidden just on the sofa, even though everything else is neatly organized.

"Let's get started. I'm not free either."

"Well, I know."

I don't think she's free to scroll on her desk.

All right, here we go.

She murmured as she gently fanned and dried the scroll that had just finished writing and looked at the lid with her cheek wand.

"I've been thinking a lot."

"What?

"Would you shut up for a second? I feel like I hate everything in this world."

"What's it like?"

There is no response to Futa's comment.

Her sharp gaze tells her to do it because it's good.

Practice the role (role) given to Futa today and today.

The girl in front of him has submitted his production proposal because it is not popular in Futa alone.

I have to say that the current situation is difficult to navigate.

But she said.

At first, it was the most important thing, so I was confident that it would be finished by the tournament.

Huta doesn't know most of the effort, and she doesn't know what she's thinking.

Still, I know she didn't fail to prepare from the day Lilac brought her together until today. There were plenty of thick books that were handed over, all over the place.

I was not stupid enough to realize the meaning of the drawn line and her efforts, which took time.

─

In the meantime, I'll try to be silent.

And - I suppose I resented everything in the world.

The request was not so difficult for Futa.

I thought so many times.

Even recently, when Colosseum was kicked out and life became a billion ruins. It's a past I don't want to remember.

But when it reaches Futa's "dream," I'm sure I'll be able to get my wish even if I'm unemployed.

Now that I think so, it's not bitter.

Immediately after they kicked me out. It was already miserable until we left the country.

The people who know Colosseum treat it as if it were a bandit.

A boring champion who couldn't win no matter how, was a total skank at the end for even tarnishing the thoughts of a very popular athlete.

It's not once or twice that I thought I'd kill them all.

However, there is no energy to do so, and nothing to be gained from doing so.

Then what should I do? My spirit is being pushed more and more.

From the correct answers I didn't know from when I was in Colosseum, it just keeps getting further away.

I can't do anything on my own at the earliest.

After all, he's unemployed.

"Hey, Futa! Futa!"

And there, he returned to me.

If you notice, it feels like you're slapping your stomach. She was supposed to be at the desk. She was everywhere. At your feet.

It is a technique that makes a sad difference in height.

"What?

"What did you say? It's good to get in there and meditate."

I see. I was lost. I'm a garbage scum. "

"Futa!!!

She slapped herself in the stomach with a thrill and took her hand off painfully.

"This is what you're doing... no!

"You said no. Because I hate everything in this world."

"I'm giving up rather than resenting you! I was looking for something more frustrating and hateful! Your... I don't have tomorrow anymore, haha. It feels like it!

"I don't have it tomorrow, haha."

"Come back!!

She stepped on Futa's shoes vigorously on her heels.

She glanced at Futa with a crying expression.

"Because it's sturdy for nothing!!... ahh!!

After an incredible conflict, she screamed.

"You're here now, right, in both hands (...)!"

"... hah"

"I wish you'd come back and die with him."

When she returned to me, she turned her back and went back to her desk, just because she couldn't do it anymore.

Sitting momentarily on her desk chair, she looked at Huta again.

"So I'm quitting asking you for something."

So, what are you saying?

"Dialogue is rod reading, emotion is impossible, acting is terrible, and I don't remember well. If it's a theater troupe, that's it. You can only get a tree A or something like that."

"Wood A...."

I can't even be an extra mob.

Looking at the dropping lid, she snorted and grabbed the scroll at hand.

I looked through the product that I had just dried and looked at the lid again.

"No matter how overwhelming you are, no matter how hard you beat your opponent, you don't seem interested. That's all I need."

"You don't seem interested?

"That's right. It's true, isn't it?

"The truth is you."

If you're asked if you're interested in the battle itself, of course not.

Fighting is a lot more fun now than it used to be.

There is someone who is watching. I know someone who wants to fight.

That's why I'm never interested.

"For you, a sword is a means."

"....."

"The most important thing is to prove that you can fight even when you're unemployed. You don't have to fix it."

"Well, yes."

"So concentrate on that. You don't have to think about fights that look good."

Yes, Huta floated at her.

Fight to prove that you can fight even when you are unemployed.

I don't think about appearance. It's like...

"Well, that doesn't change what I used to do in Colosseum."

"It's gonna change."

She points to the chest of the lion and the lion.

Unexpectedly, Futa took a breath at the color of her pale eyes.

"Why?

"Don't think, I said."

……

"Don't get lost, don't worry about being weird popular. Don't try to flatter people. Don't worry about the person in front of you. Just be the strongest."

"... so, did I tell you to do something you're not interested in?"

That's right.

That day, I was thinking about hot sand in Colosseum.

What should I do?

How can I become popular?

How can everyone look at us?

How can I play more fierce battles?

How can I be recognized as a champion?

The confusion is reflected in pity.

It doesn't seem to be a big deal, but the pathetic "unemployed" is just strong.

The sight will certainly be too boring for the audience.

"Why is that a villain?"

"Are you stupid?

"Why do I have to be scolded?"

Um...

She shook her head as she exhaled.

"This is first aid, right?

"First aid?

"Yes, I made a compromise because you won't be finished by the tournament. I'll still have a lot of practice. This is the least you can do right now.... and one more thing."

The girl continued, with her fingers up.

The words that follow are a shock to Futa.

"A truly popular gladiator wins and loses."

"... eh?

"It's not funny that no one can win. It may be a good place to gaze, but you don't know if you're going to win or lose, so people take their feet to the venue. Everything has been going on for a while."

The strongest people in the world can't win in bundles.

If that were the case, there might be a lot of people who want it.

But even if there were such a person, many people would remember resentment and exclusive feelings.

Not to mention that he was in the world of battle, such as fighting a sword.

I knew he'd win anyway, so why should I enjoy the fight?

"Well then... what I was doing..."

"I won't waste it. But I'll tell you it's shallow."

……

It was a bearable word because the girl in front of me said it.

Among the books she brought for Futa, there were many about the gladiator. What kind of players were there and what kind of battles were left in mind.

It also contains such a familiar story, and it struck my heart with Futa.

Bringing a lot of books to Futa means you're reading more literature than that.

Adding her talents to it gives her a high level of confidence in the values she speaks of.

"That's why we're all here for Ocean."

― ―

A reality that hasn't changed since Colosseum.

Anyway, I don't want to play Eight Hundred Long games.

She tells Futa, with her eyes down, what to do.

"--That's fine."

Huh?

"We all support Ocean. I have to back you up. So you must be the absolute wall."

Her words rated the battle between Fouta and Ocean as "money is coming".

"The absolute wall is the enemy of all gladiators. Everyone tries to cross you.... do you understand?

Nyah, her expression-distorting words don't keep up with Futa's thoughts.

"Not her Colosseum. They're turning it into something that everyone's trying to get past you."

"... everyone's trying to cross me."

"I'll set you up."

Pi, she keeps scrolling.

"I'll tailor you. A fighting festival where everyone challenges the most powerful villains. That's the new sightseeing spot in King's Landing."

"... I'll tailor you up."

I mean, here's the thing.

Kohn, she coughed up and stood up, scrolling in one hand in front of Uta.

But it's "turn your back."

She starts to look over this room as if she and someone else were around her.

And take a breath.

"--Come on, come on!! Can't anybody win after all!? Having the right to challenge the champion means he was the second!? It's not funny, it's not funny. Now we have to prepare for the Futa!!

"Hmm!?

"Follow me, elephant! If you're not in King's Landing, shout to the world and ask someone to help you!! Somebody stop him, somebody beat him!! I don't know, you cowards!! I'm strong, let's face it and try it!?

Her tongue didn't stop looking at Uta.

As she circles around Huta, it rains her words as if she were shouting to the whole audience.

"From now on, keep your eyes peeled, ladies! Boy of the Future! Those bastards with big faces around you... they're more of a junkie than futa!! Are you upset? Are you angry? Then come on, crawl up!! The apex of the world is always here!!

Turning her back, but pointing at Huta without looking at the dimensions.

I clapped my hands against the back of the sofa directly in front of me, and I held my fist and shouted.

"If you feel any regret, come and take the irreplaceable stuff you hold in your hand, you mischievous fish! I'll show you the difference in qualifications in the next game. I don't know who I'm dealing with!!

A moment of silence.

"... well, here's the thing."

Looking back, she looked half-eyed as usual.

Wherever the heat had gone so far, Futa took a breath.

I see, the more you incite, the more fierce you will surely be challenging Futa.

I'm not just interested, I'm a bad guy enough.

The opposite of popularity.

She said that that was the most powerful way to live a lonely life.

"But are you so agitated?

"That's what you do."

"Really... that?

And then Futa noticed.

"... so you're standing in front of the public?

"I'll disguise myself as a boulder. Leave the hood on."

"But my voice....."

"I see. I can't change my voice to a boulder, so I'm still thinking about it."

Hmm, put your arms together.

"Besides, I could hire someone to incite me to that."

"It's okay?

"It's more important to have a sense of balance than being good at acting than not being disliked by the audience."

"I see, he's just a good actor....."

"Yes, there is a possibility that the audience's emotions will flare up again."

It must have been really recent that she herself came to the answer that she talks.

Nevertheless, her survival is truly at risk.

Beyond the fact that people came from all over the world, it was possible that survival would be revealed.

"But are you okay?"

"Live or die? Oh, no, not now. I've lived on these bridges for a long time before you worried me. Don't be ridiculous."

"Yes, I would say so."

"Besides, if I can't do business, I'm going to die anyway. To that extent, he's a weak creature. Win to survive. Of course not."

……

That's what I was told, but I couldn't eat it down by Futa.

But I wonder if the food alone can handle it.

I was a little worried and looked around like Futa thought, and there was something that caught my eye.

"... hey, pasta"

"What?"

"Didn't I tell you that character is important?"

"I see. When selling people, characteristics are very important."

Now you know, pasta with a finger up and a sermon to close your eyes and start talking.

"That's why it's a popular backlash. There are some patterns that are popular, but in your case, they are backwards. I will take on the popular ones, and I will cut through them and turn them into villains. That's how characters work."

It was then that I realized that something had been pressed against my face.

If you grab something and move it, the lid will point one hand toward us. I dropped my gaze on something that was pressed against me.

"Nhhh!?

"Because my legs came out."

"What are you doing out there?!!

The cherry blossom sofa is where the lid points its finger.

The sheets hanging there are removed by the hands of the lid.

I didn't mean that my legs were out.

Pasta now holds his leg.

Perhaps the sheets were out of place when I slapped them in the pasta speech earlier.

"Didn't you know the former president of the Olba Chamber of Commerce had that kind of thing?

"You don't know!

"Well, if you have it, it'll surprise the camouflage."

"Die!!!

Bo, Futa was beaten.

The soft feeling is what she had in her hand if she was beaten with it.

"Character, I read it in the book you gave me. Maybe the character should have it.

"Fu... this...!!

Her face turned bright red and she gripped it so hard that it might crush it - a bear stuffed toy.

"Get out!!!!

The shouting voice of pasta echoed throughout the mansion.