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

The first round of the tournament was digested unharmed.

40 games are digested on a three-day schedule.

If you hear the Battle Royal narrow you down from 50 to 10, you'll be twisting your neck to the end of 3 days.

However, there was also advice from Futa and Prim, and the schedule was incorporated in this way.

You don't need a fight to keep 50 people to one.

If you have a 10-man frame, a smart guy can stand up well.

Above all, they knew that the difference between "self-proclaimed arm pride" and "samurai" was not only great, but also great.

If only they were the culminators in the Principality of Colosseum.

I knew it because I felt the fight in the Minor League on my skin.

The schedule drawn by the pasta that listened to the suggestion went so smoothly that it was unlikely to be the first tournament.

So today, after completing all the games on the third day, the first round of the qualifying round ended.

Looking back on the guest sofa, Pasta glanced blurrily at the lilac face-to-face while playing with her long red hair.

I'm not listening to you.

It was a pasta that didn't make me feel uncomfortable going to my private room instead of the office, but I thought I could figure out the approximate situation somehow.

At the end of the third day of the tournament, I faced the fact that it lacked excitement more than the first day.

It was an obvious situation for Pasta, but Lilac seems to be taking it more seriously than he thought.

Gently stroke your lips and murmur as if you were staring at pasta.

"The proximity of Conrad gave me the qualities. It is too late to tell us what he did in the realm, but it seems that the missing woman in King's City is still in captivity."

"Hmm.... that's what I knew, but you're not in a hurry?

"Hurry? Why?

Pasta sighed at the princess tilting her head.

You're not in a hurry for the truth, are you? She is not prepared for the idea of saving imprisoned girls as soon as possible.

Rather, the expression of satisfaction with all the ingredients to hunt her down made her realize once again that she was her blood-connected sister.

"This will be a piece by the end of the tournament, that's all."

"Yes, yes, all of them. I don't know what's gonna happen to Eastwood... or will you let me use what you told me to make money?

"Well, feel free to do that."

Ah, so...

The pasta clamped on the cupcake at hand with a glittering hand.

So?

"... as if you still have something to say to me."

"Instead, I'll cut my hand. You don't understand how awkward the business in front of you is."

"... is that so?"

Hmm, take a breath.

At the end of the second day, the number of guests "decreased".

This is obvious in any business. On the first day, the princess held an opening ceremony. It would be double or triple the effect.

But of course, there were people who weren't even allowed to walk through the Spectacular Gate on the first day.

This enthusiasm will continue for about ten days after the event. But...

There were fewer customers.

Spectacular clubs are still full. However, there was a clear decline in the number of passengers packed around.

It has become clear that people who think it is good to see the spectacle at a glance and those who could not appeal at the first day's event.

And - compared to the first day, there were no prominent players in the past two days.

I was thriving. Though it was exciting, Lilac herself felt something was missing.

That's why I called. The owner in front of you.

"I'm getting an advisory fee, so I'll be honest with you. That Battle Royal? - Honestly, it's not that funny from an amateur."

……

"It feels somehow unappealing to raise 10 people. I wonder if they've been squeezed in. That's where it ends. And, honestly, the sword itself isn't as beautiful as I expected."

"I guess.... have you read the audience opinion?

"Of course."

Lilac said "audience opinion."

It was, in a word, a "voice."

Spectacular thoughts from those entrusted with the operation.

The pasta I had collected yesterday, and of course the pasta had already gone through it.

You know that the audience is also working directly with the princess.

There are many things that are not obvious, but I still see them in my eyes.

"Spectacular perception, not fighting. Well, of course. It's not a samurai like you that you have to deal with. Amateurs like me. It's a third-rate event that amateurs can't enjoy."

"Nevertheless. There's nothing interesting about narrowing it down to one person as a participant. When you think about them holding weapons, you know that you had to do this, right?

"That's right. More than taking the form of a martial arts tournament to recruit general participants, the participants are... what is it? Izna. Don't expect anything like Izna Sicienzan. What is needed is an approach from another direction."

"... that's your job, right?

"I'll work for the money I get."

I'm not happy about the trust this woman has placed in me.

With her words out of hand, Pasta remembers the contents - and...

"So, I have one suggestion."

"What is it?

She raised her finger and distorted her mouth.

Lilac frowned at her blatant smile.

Confident expression. But somehow, she seemed more "fun" than she could ever see one day.

I came up with something. Not just - yes, somewhere.

Lilac felt terribly uncomfortable when she realized that she resembled herself somewhere.

'Cause that's... I mean, that look is very nice.

Because it didn't look like a lonely person.

"--let me use the magic that spreads that voice."

Oh, a little. It could get in the way.

- The other night.

…………

Pasta was bothering his head in the study.

There is a lot of scrolling on hand. Looking through all the folds, breathe lightly between your eyebrows complaining of pain.

Cantella is the only light to rely on.

In a dark study, alone.

It transpired that he had transferred all the lights of the ore to the Chamber of Commerce villa.

Even if I complain about it now, it is no wonder.

"... I knew this was happening."

Through her eyes on scroll, she murmurs as if she had given up.

I have a "letter of opinion" with me. I can't help but sigh that it leaked out of her as she cleared up a lot of voices.

"As for the schedule of the Games, I tried to comply with Colosseum.... after all, I imitated it without even drawing on my intentions, and after all, it was amateur wisdom."

What is blurry is the schedule of the tournament - how the tournament is organized.

It seems that people were gradually being narrowed down at the qualifiers, as was often the case at the "tournament" in the Principality of Colosseum.

The only tournament in which players and outsiders from the minor league who want to compete is that if they win, they can compete against the Eight Flashes and Champions.

It was a qualifying party that imitated the tournament, I see.

The content of the game was poor. If you think about it now, it is still the audience who tried to see at a glance the people who would have fought the "Eight Flashes of Heaven", or they came to support the people they knew in the Minor League, or their expectations of the champion's humble story.

In any case, I understood that it would have been the appeal of the major classes of Colosseum that already existed.

Nevertheless. To boost the tournament, the princess game was seen, but not just weak. It was absolutely necessary to recruit a general audience.

Somehow, it's easy, not just for the princess, but to stir up expectations that "family members may fight the princess."

That's the biggest reason I allowed the King's Capital guards to enter.

And they came from outside King's Landing, targeting the pride of their arms first.

It is also important that their family rush to support them.

And her expectations were brilliant, and as a result of the acquisition of a number of people in marketing, also called the core group, word of mouth exploded and reached the light group.

I am proud to have made the most of my promotions.

I simply missed it... yes. Simply.

I suppose you thought that fighting a sword would attract people's attention.

"... hah. It's all your fault."

I don't want to admit it. His game wasn't bad.

"He" doesn't like himself. That's right. But it conveyed the feelings of Primes and Barrier Reef trying to challenge him.

--I was just scared when I was at Wind.

"Don't let the sperm out."

It's your fault.

"What about it?"

What are you talking about? Look at all the suspicious things.

Fouta slightly entered the study with the sweet hot lemonade in the mug in both hands and placed one on top of her desk, and she leaned against the bookshelf and started sitting on her own.

"What are you so relaxed about?

I'm free until I fall asleep.

"... you don't have to worry about it. You're the capital of your body, so get some sleep."

"I don't have to tell you, I'm going to bed."

Say so, but he won't move in front of the bookshelf.

As distracted as he was, Pasta stared at him.

Then go home.

"Looks like you're stuck." Unemployed ", can I help you?"

……

Hah, sigh.

I was glad to know that being unemployed would not help.

But sometimes I realize that because he talked about his "profession".

The man in front of you is not just a futa. Unemployed, above all.

Former champion.

When I was scheduling the tournament, I heard about my experience as a Colosseum player.

Thinking for a moment, the pasta murmurs.

"Today wasn't as exciting as yesterday."

Well, yeah.

We didn't see each other, but we watched each match.

Armed Huta, however, has a face that doesn't fall into her heart.

What?

"No, that's right. After all, I feel sorry for the meaning that there is no" flower. "

"Ah..." Hua ", huh?"

On the first day, except for the opening ceremony, there was a flower called Izna and Ayroon.

Pasta with a slightly more difficult face to keep things going thanks to them.

That makes no sense. You don't qualify as a "business owner" to rely on coincidence.

Though the content of the qualifiers became fierce, I wanted a hand to break the irreplaceable status quo.

Put on your cheek wand and look at the lid on the bookshelf.

Hey.

Hmm?

"Why didn't you give up the gladiator?

"You really don't have a heart."

"Who cares about people's minds or money?

"You really don't have a heart."

Though stunned, Futa laughed small.

His expression, illuminated by Cantella's lights, is, to say the least, not depressed.

I didn't mean to dent it with pasta. Let's make fun of you a little bit, something like that.

I was told that I was a business owner with a tortuous personality, and I was aware that it was a cute poison tongue.

"... I thought I could do it."

"Why? Didn't you realize earlier that there was no Hua?

I see.

Put your arms together and exhale.

While tilting the hot lemonade and soaking the sweet taste in her mouth, she noticed the pasta. Well, you stepped into this guy's past.

Well, I've suddenly spoken to this hot lemonade in one hand before, okay?

"--Because I won. Of course there is. But, yeah. After all, the truth is that I was wondering how" Hua "could come out and whether I could do something with my efforts."

What do you mean, "flower"?

It was a pure question.

For me who is not a samurai, I can only recognize that I can see his swordsmanship. Is there something theoretical about samurai? Because that's what I thought.

"... hmm, honestly, I don't know."

"You useless fucking unemployed."

"Fuck you. If I knew, I wouldn't have had a hard time either."

"..." Hua ", hey. Izna, for example. What about him?"

Isna? That's right. "

Fouta kept her arms together.

"I tend to see a big hammer-axe swing, but that's not how strong he really is. A big weapon called a hammer axe is a bluff."

"Oh, really?

"That's not enough evidence to blow it up. It's a great place to snorkel. But what's waiting for you is the true summit of Izna."

"Don't you think it's over if they come near you with such a big stupid thing?

"That's where the Black Eagle Karate comes out. His true strength is his forged body. Originally, Karate fights on its own body and adjusts everything from the trunk to maximize its style, but Black Hawk Karate is originally a new karate genre in which hawkers fight with hawks as one."

"... go on"

"That's why I feel like I have another arm. The eagle is also one body. Karate like this - Izna modified it to integrate with her hammer axe. You look like an idiot. It's a thought force, that."

Leave the pasta where you started thinking for a while, and Futa continues.

"So I think the combination of black hawk karate and hammer axe is" Hua "..."

Huta holding her head. It seems that he has come this far.

Pasta asked him relentlessly.

So, where's Prim?

"Ah, he was born in the main mountain in the corner of the three major genres called" Changshan Cross Art. "Unlike Izna and Ocean, they are more refined and authentic than original. I don't think anyone in the world can use the Tsuneyama Cross like him. Perfect poke, perfect dance, maybe there's someone out there, but he's got a sense of battle."

"What do you mean?

"Tsuneyama Cross Spear is originally a genre studying what the most powerful weapon is, but the conclusion is that it is a crosshair. Suitable for any battle style, poking or pulling. But it also means that you can only treat it to someone who is proficient in everything."

"Oh, you're the strongest."

"Yes, Changshan Cross Spear is the strongest. That's him. You already know that. If he wants to use it, he can use all kinds of weapons, understand all its virtues, and shake the object. That way, you will inevitably be able to continue to come up with the best solution for your opponent's target. I wonder if I can always move later. Besides, it's fast. Originally in Colosseum, the number of first shootings should have been number one."

"... I see."

"That's why... you can use the cross spear technique beautifully... Ha, Ha..."

Place your hand on your chin and place the pasta in a crumbling lid.

"So what if Izna and Prim play?

"It's a tough place. Izna's hammer axe never flirts with a prime. Rather, it would be a deployment in which Primes, who have a minute of speed, would take advantage. But of course, Izna knows that. That's why I'm going to have a match about how to show off the combination of black hawk karate and hammer axe, but I'm sure you know that when the Primes get caught, it's over."

"... then, will Prim be captured, or will you take Izna down sooner?

I see. If there is a division of the match, can Prim's hammer defeat the hammer axe and karate defense? I mean, if they grab my spear, it's over. "

………………

"... why did you hear about the game prediction? It has nothing to do with Hua's story, right?

"Would you stop talking like that right now?

"I'll take you down."

Though I've been thinking a lot, there's plenty of response from her.

Pasta whispers to the lily who drinks his lemonade in frustration.

"... that's funny."

"What about it?"

"Why are you so knowledgeable?

"I could imitate the guy I saw, right? It's not just an imitation of a seer, it's a force that can see the trajectory of what he's been trying to do.... I don't know the past."

"... I mean, no matter what kind of samurai comes out, do you know what he's used for?

Hmm? Ah.

"Besides, how can you predict that?

"It's still difficult to read the difference in strength. Somewhat?"

"Hmm...."

A pasta that gently strokes your lips.

I thought the trick was similar to Lilac and I hated it very much.

"You still don't know if there's any flowers."

"I'm sorry. All samurai are together. Ke"

"You're starting to look pretty bad, too."

"You can't show this to Lilac and Corona."

"Heh... Phew.... next time, I wonder if it's a tick wax."

"Do you think I can believe a snitch like you?

"Uzza. I wish the spectacles were quiet when you came in."

"Hey, what do you say you go all the way down here?

But I think pasta is tilting the mug.

The fact that I don't know whether there is a "flower" or not means that it is. The story now is that other samurai opponents can do the same. This man.

"... I told you the big difference between Colosseum and Spectacular is the information before."

"Oh, wow. I wonder if there's a gladiator."

"No, it's not. I don't know if there's anyone I want to support."

Yes, let's do it.

"What are you desperately trying to eat? That's 40 points for you at the most."

"There's a little more."

"You admitted it wasn't 100 points."

* giggle *, and the pasta smiles "fufu" a little bit.

"You can go now."

"You're too arrogant."

"A compliment."

"Hah...."

Futa sighed like she gave up and glanced at the pasta.

I see. Indeed. All I had to do was tell him to go home, and his face was out of danger.

I don't know.

It doesn't seem to be stuck like the first one. Well, that would be good.

"... well, no. The lemonade is just gone, so go to sleep. Unlike pasta, my body is capital."

"I'm sick of you telling me that."

"No, but I gave up growing up so late at night."

"Die!"

With a smile of momentum as the stars burst out, she dropped off Huta in a scratching pose.

"... as long as you can use that magic trick, or..."

I feel like I saw the light, and then Pasta advances the brush.

The speed was not the ratio before Fouta visited.

Quiet, I'll be late again tonight.