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

"Don't let the world do anything really unintentional."

"I agree on that."

In the spectacular audience seat, the passage runs like an annual ring of stumps.

Among the entrances to several arenas, tickets are shown at the entrance gate close to their seats, similar to Colosseum in the Principality.

Since Futa is a person who is guided to the privileged seat, she has no connection to this passage, but somehow walked with pasta to avoid returning.

This corridor is located close to the top floor of the audience seat, and fortunately there are no guests who are unable to see the game because of them when they stop.

Originally, pasta is tall enough to block anyone's eyes, but that's it.

Fouta and Pasta were losing sight of the far-reaching Battle Royal.

The game is already the fifth match.

The game, which was aimed at limiting the number of 50 to 10, seemed to be thriving from Futa's eyes.

……

"But why did you go all the way up to the top and back to your seat?

"Haa, I want to stay with oniichan for a little longer."

"I know it's fucked up, but nobody's gonna be happy, so just stay around."

"That's right...."

It was a pasta that dropped its shoulders.

"The reason is simple. I wanted to see how the audience was doing."

"It's full of good excitement. Colosseum in the Principality isn't as enthusiastic as this. We don't have famous athletes."

"... well, how about that?"

The eyes of the "manager" were blurred.

The noise in the name of audience cheer was also cut off at all, and her head stared calmly at the surroundings.

--I felt uncomfortable.

However, the current situation of pasta is that it is not possible to translate the discomfort into language.

However, this catch cannot be overlooked as a "manager".

Pasta wears arms when she feels like she has a big business opportunity.

"If it were the fifth match, there would have been a little more of them. More than two minutes have passed since the opening ceremony. And why is it so thriving... do you understand?

"Eh... no, I don't know. And so was Colosseum."

Well then, what's the difference between Colosseum and this spectacular?

Didn't I?... tournament format?

To the answer, Pasta shook his head quietly.

"We're talking about a bigger framework than that. This is how Colosseum looks every day, isn't it?

"Hmm? Oh. There are minor differences, but the excitement looks like this."

"So, what's the difference?

That's right.

A huta overlooking a wide spectacle.

The audience is overcrowded. I'm sure it's because of the power of pasta production.

It's a little difficult if you ask me if there are different types of noise.

Futa has no way of knowing the subtle categorization of their cheers.

It's just a clear difference that Huta was aware of.

"After all, I suppose I support certain athletes. For example, the presence or absence of horizontal sections or goods is large. But everyone seems to be buying Spectacular goods...."

Yes. At Pasta's suggestion, we were selling original goods in this arena.

A towel made of cheap cloth or a wooden fan. Because there were many people wearing such things, it looked like Colosseum in Futa's eyes.

But the pasta raises its mouth there.

"Heh, you know what I'm talking about."

"Really?

Well, from now on, it's the area of "business owners". Perhaps today's entertainment revenues are no different than Colosseum's. But if you don't hit me, I'm going to go all the way downhill. "

Eh?

"Look at that."

Pasta pointed to the family first.

Whereas the boy is obsessed, his wife seems to be full of childcare.

Next, the pasta was served by two lovers. Occasionally speaking - we spend most of our time talking to each other.

"You don't seem very interested in fighting the sword?

"Yes, because of my interest in something new, I've brought guests here. All we have to do is pull this visitor with the power of the show.... if it stays this way, it's not attractive."

"Does the sword lack charm?

"You said something good earlier. There are a lot of people who buy athletes' goods. That's right. If you've been interested in fighting a sword since the beginning - I'm not buying goods for a new building. It's just a souvenir."

"Eh...."

The eye-opening lid and pasta eyes meet.

Fu, she smiled unconsciously, stroking her lips, and kept looking at the whole thing.

"Well, that's why it's time to sell spectacular goods."

"--The point is, we have to make tourists fans of the gladiator."

"I see. So, it looks like we can't do anything like Colosseum. Why do you think that is?

"Does that mean... making fans of the athletes you were talking about?

"... Lilac seems to be thinking. But..."

My wife, who was with my family earlier, stood up.

I thought I was going to the bathroom, but the moment I turned away from the arena, I sighed like I was tired.

It would be nice to bring my family to sightseeing, but I wonder if the detention time is too long and it is difficult for my child to deal with.

"--That's too late."

"Do we need another way?"

"We should clarify the issues that need to be resolved before we think about the means. Today's excitement is just an interest in something new. Somehow - unlike the Principality, I'm not familiar with fighting swords."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you forget? Most of them came all the way from anywhere in the kingdom. Can't you hold it? --If you can't keep them, you have to spread the word" fun "to their hometown and lose. I have to make them think it's worth paying for the silver that comes here from the countryside."

I see. So it's too late. "

Though the main election will be withheld after this, it is.

The main purpose of a human traveling to King's Landing is indeed to fight the sword and hence the spectacular. But what if I'm more satisfied than I thought? What if you think you've seen enough spectacles?

I want to see their battle again tomorrow, or else they'll just enjoy another sightseeing in King's Landing.

And after enjoying King's Landing, they might not tell me that I should see the Spectacular Sword.

Well, from now on, it's the area of "management". Perhaps today's entertainment revenues are no different than Colosseum's. But if you don't hit me, I'm going to go downhill forever. "

In the words of the refreshing pasta, Futa brings her eyebrows closer together.

"What are you gonna do?

"... because I enjoyed the match between you and the prince myself, I decided to" pay if I can see it ".... I took it off a little bit."

As she murmured, she looked at the venue where the qualifiers were being held.

And I'll tell you.

"Because of you and him, the sword itself felt so valuable as a painting. --I have no idea what's going on in this game."

"Oh... I see. Well, thank you."

"What are you looking at? Are you stupid? You don't deserve to live if you can't do that.

"How can you value a person's life with such pure eyes?

Their eyes were serious while crossing the usual light mouth.

Pasta is not a samurai. She decided she was not a samurai because the Barrier Reef and Futa match was "beautiful" to the amateur.

I thought it would be as much if you showed me this, but when I was watching the qualifying match, I didn't know what was so messy.

It is true that the desperation they are fighting conveys itself.

That's why you may not know how to enjoy it unless you support a specific individual.

Enjoy hanging out with people you care about while watching them separately. I felt that I was only aware of that kind of event.

"It's the same way amateurs go to the artist's exhibition. If they're not painters, they don't realize what it is - it's not the painting they enjoy, it's the time. Speaking of which, you don't have to paint."

"... does that mean you have to train amateurs?

"No? The customers who drop the money are amateurs. Rather, it doesn't make sense if the organizers can't entertain amateurs."

I wonder what to do, and the pasta snorts.

I think Huta thinks about it a little.

The fifth game is over and you can see the stadium with intervals until the next match.

Entertain amateurs. We don't have much time to present the stars.

But if you believe her, you're right.

"But the point is, can the organizer do something about it?

"It's more a matter of doing than doing it."

"... then the point is you can do something about it.

If the organizer can come up with a solution. That means it's her business.

Such a question made pasta stunned for a moment.

Number of seconds to stare at each other. She blinked her eyes - she raised her mouth in a distorted manner.

"Simply tell me....!

"Hey, I'm worried about leaving me to the manager who can't handle the problems I see"

"Cheap provocation. It's a habit that doesn't even think about fine dust."

"Mmm. I'll do anything I can, but do you need a hand?

……

Whatever gets in the way of pasta thinking, Huta looks at the venue of the gladiator.

The signal that the sixth match would begin echoed - Huta kept an eye on him.

"--uhhhhhhh!!!

The roar reached even Huta, who was watching at this distance.

The swinging hammeraxes are six swordsmen who blow up in one piece.

"My name is - Izna!! Izna Sicienzan!!"

Just stepping on it will sink the stone stage.

The stage cracks with sound just by poking it with a stone jab.

"Hey, Temee et al!! Bring them all together!! I'm VS 49!!! If we don't do that, the customers won't be thrilled either!!!

Futa is in a hurry.

Yes, because I was listening to the pasta, I could afford to look out for the audience.

If I hadn't talked to her, I would have been aware of how Izna works - they would have been nailed as well.

There were also couples who were entertained by gangbanging.

And couples with children.

No one can help but pay attention to the man who suddenly declared something terrible.

Until the fifth match, all the gladiators were scraping their bows. Their curiosity is attracted by the recklessness of challenging everyone on their own.

And he is.

"I am!!!!! Strong!!!!!"

The fastest way to shake a hammer axe.

Even the swordsmen are careful where they blow up, and they raise their voice to the customer who sends cheers.

― ― Former Yukino Dagger is not Date.

The number finally fell to Wu no Tai Knife.

Still, it's like how to boost the audience, how to make a fun sword, and how you know it on your skin.

"Olaola, what's wrong?!! Don't be scared!!

Really, the crowd's cheers gradually concentrated on a man named Izna Sicienzan, who started fighting 49 people.

Do it, come on, five more.

4, 3, 2, 1 and countdown echo the fierce cheer that echoes in this arena, even though no one has ever heard it.

He really blew everybody off until he got to the last one, raised his hammer axe with his bronze hair and shouted.

"I'm Izna!! Izna Sicienzan!!! Plug it in and say hello!!!!!!!"

Explosive cheer would say this.

It's just one game.

In just a few short moments, I grabbed the audience's heart and showed it.

This is it.

This is the Gladiator.

This is the true peak of the former [Eight Flashes of Heaven].

"... that's a big deal."

Turning to the pasta, he couldn't help but nod.

"I can't tell if Lilac was expecting this. This could take a few days."

So, and she arms up.

"I think about what I can do. Maybe you have a job, too. Thank you."

"Oh, okay."

She turned her back to her nodding fouta and tried to leave the arena.

I did not intend to retain it. If you are thinking, there is no reason to disturb her concentration.

But...

"Ah."

Pasta turned from his mouth to his zero words. Like him, he looks down into the field and opens his eyes.

Beyond that, a girl with a sword in a cap. Reef Leangride.

The seventh match convinced her that it would be her game.

"I see, Izna is quite a flashy one, too."

A golden girl with a sun umbrella.

I stepped into the field of the seventh game.