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

The room was filled with beautiful sunlight.

The light from the window is beautiful and the birds keep singing in the garden.

A morning full of hope.

The view from the window is beautiful enough to fall in love with.

"... I'm going."

"- Yes."

A girl wakes up from her bed and gazes at the world by the window.

She is still sleeping. It was her costume that almost the young man who came to pick her up saw for the first time.

She didn't get tired of it every day, and even one day she had her own game, she came to wake her up.

She was just indifferently watching the clouds flowing slowly.

Looking at him, the young man leaves his back at the door.

"Aren't you coming to the game?"

……

To that question, a moment of silence.

She doesn't look back at the youth.

Waiting for an answer, he meditates for a few moments.

What I came back with was a short word.

"... no"

I see.

Today is the semi-finals of the Martial Arts tournament.

The opponent in the first match...

"... then let's lose and get back to work."

…………

Eilon B. Smiles.

The girl in front of me is the one who lost.

"- Yes, good luck."

"It's empty."

One last word.

Richter L. Klimbroom left the room behind.

― ― Arena Spectacular.

"Let's go!!

"Over here!!

Outside the spectacle, which houses several huge entrance gates, there is plenty of space for crowding.

The space is wide enough for the children to run around, and it was only when the audience was finally allowed to enter earlier that the blank was created.

Until then, there were so many people that they couldn't move a single step. The emotional distress of the children will also be relieved.

There is already a lot of noise in the venue.

Even before the match, the fever is probably because you already know today's match cards.

The horizontal section, full of spectacles, engraved with the names of each athlete.

"First match, Iron B. Smiles vs. Richter L. Climbroom."

"Second match Lilac M. Fangini vs. Huta Pomodoro"

Both are a combination of players who were enthusiastic to the audience they saw yesterday or yesterday.

Then it is irresistible to talk about who wins and who stays in the finals.

Some of the children are already wearing hats with a Spectacular logo. If you're enjoying it so much that you can't wait to be a boy, there's nothing more lucky about it.

Which "owner" would say.

A child is not the longest breathing repeater. and.

Many goods in the merchandising line had a slightly changed product.

Unlike in the qualifiers when light items such as instant wooden fans and towels were the main thing, repeater oriented hats and feathers. A slightly more expensive item starts to occupy the number, and that's good selling again.

From her point of view, it seems to be a natural measure, but it was a theory that was incomprehensible to Modoki, the brother of the foreigner.

Apart from that, when it comes to merchandising.

"... no, I wonder if Prim won't be here anymore."

"I know it was a game yesterday, but... well, that's what happened."

"But work is work. Don't give me the reason I don't want to show you my face."

The sparkling corner is in front of the Spectacular Entrance Hall.

Until yesterday, there was no sign of the seller at the place where she was supposed to be.

They were aware of the fact that he was one of the gladiators invited as a "privilege." As of yesterday, he was defeated and treated like a deserter.

The audience seemed somewhat dissatisfied when asked whether their main job was a gladiator.

"How about you disappear without saying anything? I'm here to see you."

"Then don't come anymore. Prim doesn't work for you either."

"Don't be such a good boy. You can't take responsibility for what you started once."

"These guys are evil..."

Say it again.

"Do you want to come out?

I don't know if it's one person per person. If it's a group fight, it's an incident.

His hand was struck so vigorously as to get in the way of the annoying audience.

"What is it?" she drew attention to a girl in a butler's clothes.

While playing with her pocket watch, she glances around at the medium bob's hair.

"I'm sorry. Any trouble in Richter's jurisdiction?

Eh?

"Oh, no, nothing."

Really? Richter's game is almost over. Why don't you take a seat? "

"Ahh....."

"Okay...."

The jurisdiction of Richter L. Klimbroom is said to have few people facing the King's City.

Rather, there are only enough people with two fingers.

The way she handled it really made sense, and she sighed at them as she walked toward the audience seat.

"Oh, my God. Trouble overlaps."

Mion!

"Excuse me, could you take a look!?

This time, there was a voice from the store.

As she turned around with her clear face as usual, she walked gently through the crowd. There was no one to stop her from going anywhere in the atmosphere, and I was still working with her today to thoroughly manage the arena.

"Richter's game is starting soon."

Eyes on your pocket watch and shakes your head.

Soon it will be time for that loud sister Simulated Kiki to talk.

"Oh, Mion-san. The entrance is this way.

"Yes, I know."

By then, we must finish our business.

Mion smiled lightly at them and left the entrance hall.

"... you're buried."

From the fact sheet, you can look at the whole thing except behind you.

At least as far as we can see, this state of affairs is being filled mostly by people. She groaned as she checked the condition of the magic device, saying that there were only two people scattered behind the boulder.

"... is today a good day?

The girl seemed to know what the question meant.

In other words, you don't have to pretend to be your sister from the beginning.

Yesterday, after giving the most plausible reason, I started the play as if to throw it away.

Don't just say there's nothing to talk about on the face.

In response to such a question, she tells him lightly, as if she were in a daily conversation. Playing with the magic device, without even looking at your face.

"If you like your little sister, that's fine."

"No... good..."

I don't like it very much.

The exchange of words is a reward that reminds me of one day.

"There's nothing wrong with that. As long as you have a normal look."

"Rest assured, the play will have a more subtle face."

"It's too ugly to put it out in front of people. As a manager."

"I'll throw you out during the game, you."

― Ah yeah

It's just that there's nothing sharp about it.

There's a wall - no, it's not like that.

I knew the cause.

Does she have a lot of tingling or is she nervous?

But Futa shook her head.

Yes, I don't want to go back to the way I used to.

At a glance, she looks at the game venue with a serious look.

If it is her job to bloom what she has piled up so far.

Don't let her thoughts get in the wrong direction.

All you have to do is be careful.

"--pasta"

Hmm?

For a moment, my eyes were in line.

Fouta told me the same thing as the opening ceremony of the tournament.

Let's go get our wins.

The answer was meditation.

"... our..."

Last night's dialogue comes back to life.

What is your victory? When asked that, I...

"I won't forgive you for riding."

Ah.

If you try to stare at it, you'll have a good smile to be angry with.

What makes you so happy?

I held my hand against the magic device as I felt like kicking it off.

Everybody!! I'm here today too! Spectacular!!

I wanted to say hello, but Futa endured it.

Sometimes the moment she screamed, the "pasta-chan" call sounded like rage.

I'm impressed that it won so much popularity in such a short period of time, but there was actually simple logic here.

In the first place, the symbol for the people was Lilac M. Fangini, and there was no other idol that would be the center of people besides her.

And it is also true that in view of her sanctity, the civilian population cannot speak out in a reckless manner.

It was this civilian pasta girl who slipped into such invisible demand.

A very popular girl who can speak cheaply.

From adults to children, the person who now gained the status of a cute girl pasta that everyone knew was desperately convincing herself considering the money that would be generated, even though it seemed very unintentional.

There were qualifiers and the first round of the main round was a great fight! But there is one thing to remember!

Her voice echoes through the spectacle as she conveys the magic device.

Those who remain today are stronger than any of them!!

Wow, she keeps cheering as it springs up.

Now, let's start the best fight!! The 1st Martial Arts Competition to Commemorate the Construction of Spectacular Arenas in Wangdu Eisenhalt!! The semi-finals will be held!!

The magic flame blows up from the Spectacular Wall, matching her voice.

Semi-finals are enough to make it exciting.

The audience awakens to a drowsiness, and the opening signal is flashy.

Wake up. For them, the recognizable field is the match card.

Yesterday I craved to see so much more, if that "continuation" is in front of me now.

Now is the time to accept it as a reality.

The heat turns into a voice and the spectacle is colored.

Pasta is for me! And the commentaries--hello, oniichan!!

Well, I'll do my best.

Yikes, oniichan!! But... that's fine. Oniichan stayed... I'm glad oniichan explained it... "

What?

Some spectators are sympathetic to Pasta's feelings, while others are sympathetic to the puzzled Fouta.

And I said, "What? There will be no pasta extremists with white eyes, but the moderator's progress will continue unabated.

"So, the precautions are as usual. Let's make it a good day!... now, oniichan"

Hmm?

We're all waiting, it's time for athletes to enter!!

The is reflected in the field by the match card.

Eilon B. Smiles vs. Richter L. Klimbroom

What kind of game is it going to be? Everyone is cheering.

Along with her voice, the left hand gate exploded.

Walking out of the smoke is a leg wrapped in black boots.

And a soft white dress and an umbrella with a rusty iron-like color.

─ The first match of the main competition. Beyond the vivid battle of death is the princess who builds the River Corpse. What was the first round like for her? "

The lady's appearance remains unchanged as she moves forward.

The gold is waved and the stunning hair is put together, and a big black ribbon adds colour to it.

Does she remember what it looked like in our eyes to be a dead fight? Yesterday was yesterday. Today is today. Is she just going to kill the enemy before her today? "

Stepping into the battlefield is the sole of a stiff boot.

─ The answer is no.

Everyone's gaze gently turns to her with her umbrella closed.

She enjoys daily death fights. Yesterday was as innocent as a child telling his or her parents about a day of adventure. Oh, it was fun. He wants to do it again. "

The match with Prim Lancaster is clear to the audience.

The audience will be upset at that spectacular end.

I want to do it again.

I wonder if it was a game that could be said to be innocent.

Normal sensitivity is definitely impossible.

Above all.

Yes, above all. Just think of the other girl who hasn't come to Spectacular today.

The heat of the qualifiers is twisting in an uneven direction.

Is he really okay? I wonder if he's dangerous.

If only for that match, it would be as if she were truly a gladiator qualified woman to tell this story.

Let's make today a fun day, too. Yes, she stands in the battlefield with her heart set. --She said!

The answer is here.

I'll follow the master and do the same. and '

Boiling - cursing.

But she ignored it all as if she hadn't heard it - she took off her dress.

The Corpse Mountain Blood River leads to the sea!! If you start at first, you can sink!! If you don't want to be watched by the Song of the Soul, you'll have to take the weapon and beat the mad princess!! Iroon!! B - Smile Zoo!!

Armor wrapped around your hands and feet.

Otherwise, the style is like exposed underwear on the top and bottom.

The tattoo engraved on the flank is IB. The cheerful rage accelerates to the action of brushing your hair off if you're not interested in the match.

But it wasn't a fact sheet, it wasn't an eye-rune - it was the gate on the right.

─ Second match of the main competition. Originally, he was busy with politics, leaving words like he was watching the audience ahead of the gladiator, saying it would be nice if he could entertain people to some extent. "

This long silhouette is also reflected on the entrance gate, which blew out white smoke.

The turning point will still be the first match in the main competition. The defeat of his own Servant, Prim Lancaster. But what he loses, he says, can't be helped if his strength is different. "

As Eyroon sharply raised his mouth, he continued to move forward with his cool expression as usual.

Lander Stream Duel. A heroic swordsmanship known to be unspeakable. He said to me, gently touching Gladius. I'm not going to deny the battle of Iroon. Because I am also the master of swordsmanship to defeat enemies. "

And, and only the sound of the sound of the shoes, the behavior that attracts people's attention.

─ But

I didn't think he had the fever to tell the actual story - I couldn't judge it from the looks of it.

However, Eilon looks forward to Richter with pleasure. Because Iroon knew the "determination" behind his eyes.

He said. But this is a fighting sword. and '

Wow, Ale from the big audience.

Richter calls to the frustrating cheers of the whistle blower.

I will not deny the eye rune. But I won't let you deny Prim. To that end. But that's why I came up here!!

Richter, who stands in front of Ayroon, looks at the woman in front while lowering Gladius loosely.

This is the way the "aristocrats" think of their servants!! For starters, this is the "right" of the noble!! You wave your sword for your servants, it is only a "right" granted to the noble! Richter L. Klimblemoo!!

In the air near Richter, who swallowed the air overwhelmingly, the cheers of the audience swelled up in flashes.

However, the two men in the field were not moving at all.

"I was watching the game. I can't help but enjoy it now."

I see. It doesn't matter. "

Oh, you're not connected.

Hmm, Richter snorted and told her looking at her with a vicious smile.

"I'm not going to avenge you. You and I are the same creatures who take weapons. Primes are just sweeter."

In one word, Iroon raised one eyebrow.

"I think so, too. --But then, why did you make Prim your servant? And..."

--Stand on the side of the prime and hold the blade.

"... don't you understand?

"Yes, Professor."

I see. It's a simple story. "

For me.

"--because I don't want to leave the guy who made the fight fun."

Semifinals 1st Match - Iron B. Smiles vs. Richter L. Klimbroom!!

"Former [Eight Flashes] Lacquered Dagger, Mermaid of the Dead Mountain Blood River (Serene). Iroon B. Smiles.... it's too sweet and makes me nauseous."

"The lander style duel technique is allowable. Richter L. Klimbroom.... I agree."

Game starts!!

"But what happened?"

"Let's sing - until it sinks and bubbles disappear!!