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

More and more, the flames shoot up.

It is not a scream but a cheer that boils down on several pyramids.

A flag depicting the kingdom's flag and then a sword and sword showing the martial arts tournament. Between the flags raised on the outer perimeter walls of the arena, a magical firepost rises.

The flame that was thrown from the tip of the wall, which was more than 50 merlets high, seemed to poke into the heavens, and made the king's capital feel the current exuberance.

The audience seats surrounding the bowl and field are high as they get farther from the arena. Fighting is now visible in every seat.

The privileged seat in front of you is only allowed to those in a position, such as the royal aristocrats, members of the King's Capital, and their families.

Still, a well-filled seat looked good from the field.

The circular arena is designed to accommodate 50,000 people, but it is also filled by citizens who want to experience the enthusiasm and even the boulevards around Colosseum.

The heat inside is so great that just standing there makes me sweat.

Still, in this cheerful atmosphere, it is strange to say that the sun does not shine directly on the guest seat.

"More enthusiastic than Colosseum in the Principality....."

As vaguely as possible, the youngster-Futa said.

It is a wooden chair that has no cushions, but is machined for easy sitting.

There is also a luxury seat with a sprocket and space for the chamberlains to refrain from.

In advance, I was contacted to bring a cushion myself, so I could look at the field relatively slowly.

Fields under your nose are tight and full of people.

It was also an opening ceremony, and the fighters who participated in the qualifiers were gathered in the field.

Approximately more than 2,000 people. It's fair to narrow it down from here - I thought so, but apparently the "business owner" girl said that the qualifiers are getting tougher because they've gathered far more than expected.

The girl who claimed to be Huta's escort in the qualifiers was even more distracted when she heard it.

I looked around the field and wondered where she was - Huta gave up early.

"... I guess I should say I'm glad I could still sit in the privileged seat."

Looking at the back of your fears, you can see people packed in benches, unlike privileged seats.

Unlike Colosseum in the Principality, no one prepares a cross section or song, but it's just evidence that people have come to see something more interesting than athletes' visibility.

I want to see something interesting at a glance. I felt like I was being shown the high promotional skills of pasta that inspired my curiosity.

I see. I'd like to apologize for sitting in a public seat. "

And a voice from next door.

There is a general guest seat. Speaking of privileged seats, it is only a distance enough to hear the blurriness of the person next door.

It was nice to see her face, and she stroked her chest down.

"... hey, Richter."

"What is it?"

"... you lost weight?

"You can honestly say you've done it. Haha"

"Ooh... mmh..."

Covering your face without thinking. Why should only one person be discouraged in this excitement?

But there's nothing we can do about it. His cheeks were punctured and he made a bear in his eyes.

The only thing that keeps the nobility brilliant and freshly decorated is the sadness.

"Don't you have any greetings for me? It's finally starting!

"Ah, yeah, well. How are you, Prim?"

"What is that treatment!? How are you!? What, did you do something wrong to Futa!?

"No... I think it's the root cause of all the evil that created this misery in front of me."

"Isn't that the right amount of bad words to come up with!? The roots of all evil!?

"No, I mean...."

Point to the young man sitting next to you with a trembling finger.

The girl, who was holding him as an escort, snuck into the young man's face.

Two, tears conveying cheeks. Because my cheeks are scratched, it drips off in the middle.

"... do you understand?"

"Somehow....?

"From morning to evening, the Princess used me to swing me by the thought of a red-haired kid, and when I thought I was finally back, I was gently informed by my men of my stupid wife's butt wipe, and when I finally finished in the middle of the night and slept like mud, I was beaten up by a barbarian and dragged around by what I called training...."

That was a couple of times worse than I expected.

"As the martial arts tournament approaches, the barbarians come out to eat every day... every morning until they don't like watching food..."

"Ooh...."

"Remind me of my workout while I'm on a break, and how I can improve by the next morning. Why do I have to go so far..."

I wonder what will cheer him up.

The girl sharpens her lips before she thinks about it.

Well then, why don't we hope Richter will be the best at this?

"What's it gonna be? I'm not gonna be a gladiator!

Bhu. I just want to have a fun duel with Richter in a place like this. "

"You are...."

Richter shook his neck with a loud sigh, and Huta lowered her head slightly to a combo of sailors who leaked grievances while falling on the cross.

Prim's words are all true, and I'm sure Richter knows that.

After all, Richter seems to spoil her or be tied up.

Even the noisy barbarian dialogues of wanting to have a fun duel with each other, I have no choice but to go out with the eldest son temperament to make it come true.

I'm sure that's because I've been taking care of the nobles who can't even look at you in the eye.

And at that time. Richter pulled her mouth towards the girl who was running through the aisle behind the privileged seat.

Hey, hey!

She waves her hand at Futa as she shakes the golden cubicle.

So he went behind him, and he just looked at his opponent - after all, Prim and Richter.

Hey, hey! How's Prim and Pi?

I'm fine.

Prim flickers his hand.

And then...

"Yes, I just lost all my energy -"

"Me, meiiiiiiiing!?

After all, Richter snorts at her as she rounds her eyes.

"It's painful to put a maid's clothes in sight."

……

"Corona, come on! Calm down!! Put the mop down!!

It was a fouta that desperately stopped Corona swinging her mop with her lost eyes.

"It's okay, Master Futa."

Come here, she smiles.

"Really?

"That's right. I'm just going to start the first round of the tournament here...!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

But the light was still lost from my eyes.

"Protect me, Prim!! Guard for what?!

"Hmm... this is your first job as an escort?

"Rather, it's as useful as this. Grain crushing!

"Do what you want, Corona."

"Prim-kun!!

Uuuuuuuuu.

"... Mr. Richter, use your handkerchief."

"Thank you. I'd appreciate it if you stopped the blonde wrap before I prepared the handkerchief."

"I'm sorry. I want this kid to live as free as possible."

"Die."

Richter didn't hesitate to wipe his face with a handkerchief, but why? Wherever I had done it earlier, it seemed kind of shiny.

It may be because it has been polished.

Well, that's fine. Here we go. There's an opening ceremony. "

The tip of Richter's chin.

A fanfare that rings loudly with the sound of a bell that announces the inscription.

As for Richter, if Huta takes a seat.

At the same time, all the people around me stood up in the same way.

In the center of the field is a girl wearing a glorious dress and entering the stage instantly.

In the meantime, I couldn't stop focusing on the general guest seating.

But why?

Close to her, the gladiators on the field were quiet.

And then...

─ Since ancient times

A cool voice literally "resounded".

"This is...."

Sounds like magic.

A maid's one-point advice to the eye-catching Fouta, gently around your ears.

I felt her voice echoing all over this arena.

─ Fighting was the power of people to live. Demonstrating that he is stronger than his opponent, he hunts his prey and kills his enemies. "

If you notice, you can no longer hear noise from the general guest seat.

─ Change weapons. Change the shape. A spinning genealogy of people linked to the concept of battle inherited from the cotton continuum. "

Everyone is listening to that little girl's sudden speech.

─ Here, the end point.

Pay your hand as you sing. Everyone has the illusion of looking around the arena and seeing her as if they were seeing each other.

─ Fighting is entertainment. Come on, let's all have fun. Ah. "

She laid her hand on her chest, and once she meditated, she set aside, and told.

I'm late. I am Lilac M. Fangini. As the first princess of the kingdom, now (...) times (...) times (...) times (...) times (...) in the main (...) convener (...) (...) "

Wow.

A rolling cheer.

The girl who was just looking up at her as a princess in the middle of the field trembled unexpectedly.

She is the First Princess of Lilac.

The kingdom's best swordsman is to hold this martial arts tournament and participate by himself.

I'm in a place where I might be able to fight someone like that.

With a trembling feeling, he gripped his sword.

"It's finally starting...!!

Reef Leangrid just raised his chest.

─ First, the qualifiers. The method is Battle Royal. Because of the large number of people, we will split into multiple groups and win up to three rounds. "

"Hmm? Hey, what's that supposed to mean?

The young man in the girl's shoulder was blurred as the field gladiators rubbed him.

The girl in the shoulder car makes a shelter with her hands and looks at the princess who speaks and tells her without expression.

"It seems that the qualifying method has been changed to a far higher number of athletes than expected. By winning the group qualifying round of dozens three times, you will be able to advance to the main contest. It will be a narrow gate, but it should be 4 out of 2000 people. It's easier than the minor league where the master was."

If only it were finer.

A game in which 2000 people are divided into 40 groups. Ten out of 50 win. In other words, they'll be squeezed to 400.

From there, it is divided into 10 groups in two rounds. Four out of 40 win. In other words, you'll be squeezed to 40.

And then we split 40 people into four groups in three rounds. One in ten wins.

The four players who will advance to the battle will be determined here.

I mean, that's it.

The young man laughs happily with his mouth raised.

"It's good to knock everyone down."

"Master, it fits, Master."

It would be nice if it was right. Watch this. Watch this. I'm strong. "

"--Yes, debt repayment is in progress"

"Don't say that. Yeah."

Izna Sicienzan cheerfully raised her mouth.

The main competition will be won by the four players who won the qualifying round and the players who won the privileges selected by the royal castle. I can't introduce you today... but I'll tell you that one of them is my frame. "

There are many who raise the fever to the princess who smiles and smiles.

Among them, I could say that I was grateful to be the King's Capital Guard.

Because unlike those who came from far away, I have seen them many times.

If they were princesses who were out of reach and in a place like that, their guards beat their entries at the rally.

"Your Highness!!! Your Highness!!!

"Eh, I'm right in front of you! I'm in front of you!!

"Lilac-sama's feet are nice too...."

"Bob, what the fuck!?

"Are there only feet left to see anymore, you?"

Even the three friendly guards will not leak into the example.

If the incident that disturbed the King's City also drew the curtain, it was a pleasure to participate in the festival as a member of the King's City.

The three of them shouted joyfully at the commotion since the beginning of King's City.

"Beyond the tournament, honorable victories await. The winning prize is 50 million gallons. I think it will be a difficult road, but I wish you good luck."

"Whatever it is, the winner must win with a bonus. I don't know why."

Richter said with a serious look on his arm.

"I don't know, but are you talking about a prize?

"Oh, let's just say you're not capable of paying 50 million gallons."

"You're kidding!?

"This is a matter of keeping silent with His Highness. I couldn't do it financially."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The girl behind him said joyfully to him as he sweats.

"But, Richter! That's what the princess said!

What are you talking about?

"You can borrow it again!!

Die in an accident.

"Just a bad mouth!!!

Prim Lancaster was just looking forward to the tournament.

Richter L. Klimbroom was constantly struggling.

─ Today is the beginning of the martial arts tournament, and thus this place. If so, I want to make a very important and nice memory. It requires the help of those who participate in the qualifiers and the audience they see. Please enjoy it until the end.

Out of field.

A girl with a rusty iron-colored umbrella looked at the princess in the middle with an elegant smile.

A perfect line of sight. Gold and silver smile at each other.

"Let's sing along the score. Until then."

She turns away from herself and turns her back to the uplifting arena.

"Fufufu - Oh. I'm looking forward to it. Daw Aung and tighten your chest."

So, and lastly, looking back, she said:

Eilon B. Smiles held hands on Princess Lilac.

Hopefully, you can crush it with your hands.

Called the mighty, nobody loves him.

─ Well then.

The breathtaking Lilac once again looks at everything in this place.

I wished one day.

I want to be champion of the gladiator.

I'd like to see what you've seen one day.

Take that first step today.

I can say it with my chest up. More than anyone else here, I was looking forward to this day.

Let's show them.

Put your fingers up in a fist that is poking up into the sky.

"Here - King Eisenhalt, in the Circular Arena Spectacular (...)"

I hereby abolish the tentative name of King Colosseum.

Its name is also Circular Arena Spectacular.

─ I declare the opening of the 1st Martial Arts Games!!

The cheering that was just beginning filled the spectacle.