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

I sat down on the cobblestone.

Girls sitting on soft limbs can clearly see the winner by raising their face.

The lower the angle, the better the spectacle.

The walls surrounding the whole world are filled with spectators.

The cheer was glorified.

I praised the winner Huta.

Finally, I realize my defeat.

This is not the first time that I have lost face to face with Futa.

Of course.

I was looking forward to this day because I lost so many times.

But why?

"....."

Your vision is distorted.

Is this loss so heavy?

There were many things I wanted to say.

I honestly don't want to admit losing.

Again, the feeling of asking for help.

I don't like this kind of drama.

This feeling that the arena you hosted will no longer belong to you!

I knew it in my chest.

Spectacular craft that I worked hard to make. The battle I've been waiting for.

As I said in my mouth, I didn't expect it to reach me this time.

I did everything I could. I cut all the possible cards.

I lost on top of that. Even if I had a feeling of admiration, there was no reason for me to have such feelings because of my remorse.

"... uhh... uhh"

I can't control my mind.

The cool part of your head goes back and forth calmly.

But I don't have to say that my heart, which has a fever, is not a semi-life ice bag.

----This woman will take the spectacle as it is.

- Richter has already (...) put a new token in his hand (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...).

--My dominance is running out.

However, all of them will be recovered soon.

In that way, the arrangement has been completed.

So now we should celebrate Futa's good fight and respond with a smile.

You should behave as usual.

Yes, I know.

"... ahh"

I can't make a sound.

I can't see the front.

So much.

So much.

Is "defeat" bitter?

For the first time (...), (...), it feels like my head hurts and I'm about to crack.

Why?

Why?

I don't know, it's painful. Wipe your eyes.

The sight jumps into a clear vision, and the vision is distorted again.

Wipe the new wound many times until the bleeding stops.

Your stupid lacrimal glands are overflowing with both suppression and suppression.

Every time the world clears.

In a venue where victory boils, you do not respond to the audience.

He was laughing at someone just to say that they had won together.

There was nothing I could do about it and I missed it.

"... fu, uta"

It was a good fight.

My throat was squeezed so hard that I couldn't twist the word.

It's pathetic that your lower body is weak like your hips are falling out.

Poor, pathetic, pathetic.

I can't forgive myself for exposing such a body in front of the public.

Even though it is.

Dear Lilac,

There is a shadow in front of you, crying like a child.

I didn't want to take my gently stretched hand off easily.

Beyond this scandal, I get up with my hands taken.

For those who don't want to be seen the most.

Oh. Then I wanted you to stop looking at it.

Think so much and notice. I realize that.

If only you were watching me then.

Same as when we were dating.

If you've been watching.

I didn't have to feel like this.

"... why?"

I can't figure out how to narrow down the words.

The young man in front of him still reaches out, leaning his neck in trouble.

"Why is it so painful...?"

"That's..."

A little bit, a fouta stuffed with words to think.

Then I shaken my head loosely.

"... I don't know."

Lilac slowly raised his face to his words, which seemed to have even given up somewhere.

His usual gentle expression is visible.

He looks around and tells the audience that he is still enthusiastic.

"I've hardly ever lost a game. Besides, I've never heard such a big cheer before. It's arrogant of me to say that I understand Lilac's thoughts."

……

"But, Lilac... told me that he was very hung up on this game. I regret that it didn't work out. I feel like I know how it feels."

"... I'm sorry"

"Yes"

He nods and murmurs with his eyes narrowed.

"Compared to me, it may be 28408; embarrassing. I thought it would work like this, such as regret when it ended in underdevelopment. Sadness. I don't think I like it. Do you think I understand that very well?"

I thought it would work.

I didn't think this was supposed to happen.

It was sad.

I don't like myself anymore.

One by one, Lilac looks back and closes her eyes.

I wiped Shizukuzuku from my eyes and exhaled.

A fighting sword made by me and you.

That's how we're supposed to build today's excitement.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Lilac knows how this cheer was made.

Sad. Things were supposed to be going as planned, no way. I didn't think it would be covered by Fouta.

Oh, I see. I hate myself.

While hoping to beat you as a samurai.

Ask for something else.

The two emotions were mixed up when we reached the "game" stage.

--Am I the one who wasn't prepared for the game?

"... I wanted to win"

"Yes"

"... and..."

I wanted to have a fun match with you.

After all, that was it.

A samurai's desire to take the Champion's seat from the Fouta.

Then you two want to have a fun game and create a world.

I want both of them in this hand.

"This is what I expected." I did everything I could.

But, thank you.

"I... wanted to make my dream come true."

"I know. That's why I...."

"Yes, you put him on."

I want to tell myself that it was all a failure.

In addition to my thoughts, I opened my chest and neck to each other.

Oh, really stupid.

There was only one unexpected thing.

"I didn't expect her to forgive people so much."

It's only natural that you don't like it.

Because this is the hand I hid to frame her one day.

It was because she cared more about Futa than she had expected that things went smoothly.

In exactly the same way, I find myself in an unexpected situation.

That's the sister who split the blood.

It's too bad, and I feel nauseous.

"... that was a failure."

Huh?

With a murmuring, Futa rounded her eyes.

Lilac wiped away tears she didn't know how many times it would be.

I shouldn't have followed you like that.

Haha

The laughing Fouta shook her head.

"Indeed. I was a really good partner in winning."

I wanted to say it wasn't. But I can't tell you.

Lilac had no strength, but she no longer had the strength to do anything.

"... that's right, Lilac."

Therefore, I raised my face defenselessly to the words of Futa that I remembered.

"I won. Can I ask you one thing?

If Fouta loses, I will "dispose" of her.

Huta got on with the story. And I won. Until the skin is gone.

So, a proposal with.

Lilac took a breath into his words.

Either way.

The 1st Martial Arts Competition commemorating the construction of the Spectacular Arena in Eisenhalt, Wang Dynasty.

Today is the second day of the election.

In the height of the climax, I lowered the curtain.

--Inserting the sunset, spectacular.

A loud cheer echoes.

Such spectacular clubs seem to be quiet when the game is over and people settle down.

After the staff led all the guests back on their way.

The empty battlefield and the rip-out audience seat.

Would the venue be so inorganic if it wasn't filtered by people?

That's what the girl was thinking.

With his arms in the trunk, he looks at the scenery with his cheek cane.

The red of the sunset painted the curtains of light beautifully, and my sister nodded that she was committed to the design of the outer wall.

Nevertheless, given that this is a time without an audience, I see.

She once again understands that she is a woman with a strong desire for monopoly over anything and distorts her tone of mouth.

Well...

Profits of fishermen, etc. This is how one person has time to look at the view. I would be the one who can see this sight of their spectacular creature vaguely.

……

Reporter, I've never felt that way about myself.

No decent birth. I can't live a decent life.

I walked around and kept losing and came here.

But...

"... you won, didn't you?"

I still don't feel it.

But in the spectacle wrapped in cheer.

The powerful and pleasant emotional protrusion that rises all over your body at that moment when you look at it with the feeling of being done - something you've never tasted before.

If you call it victory, I see.

It was only natural that I didn't know this feeling.

I won something. The feelings of Daw Aung at that moment were roughly unrelated to her.

Looking back, I unexpectedly hugged myself.

Sweet heat similar to pleasure runs through your spine.

A fresh feeling just a few moments before resurrection.

Happy, happy.

I had no choice but to be fun and comfortable.

If you call it victory.

Yeah, definitely me. For the first time in my life, I was "victorious."

"Oh no...!!

Yes, yes.

I wonder if I've ever been so happy in my life.

I buried my face in the trunk of the column, and my feet went crazy.

It's like a child trying to divert from one end in search of an emotional threshold.

But I can't help it. It was the first time.

Like a child - that's the freshness that confuses me about my first time.

It's the first time anyone's ever tasted it as an adult - that's good.

Your cheeks are red, your eyes are tightly closed, and your cheeks are still down. You can see that you can't see your mouth when you can't hide your smile.

I did it, I did it, and the murmur changed slightly after a while, with a violent feeling that finally subsided.

"I did it...."

The fever did not cool down.

Emotions familiar to the body warmly hug your thoughts while properly circling them.

I did it.

It was my first victory.

The victory is not dedicated to anyone.

Still, I want to tell someone.

There is no one left in the world to tell. Still, if you're going to squeal and let the wind reach you.

Wet visibility, raised face, and thought in the sunset sky.

Oh, yeah.

Happy tears really do exist.

You were here.

"Surprise!?

"Ringing?"

"Whose!!!!

Suddenly a voice from behind.

Looking back at a young man who doesn't feel any signs of wasting his big beard, he rubs his eyelids and stares at him. Still red, he didn't touch the eyes.

"You were looking for him?

"Oh, the opposite."

"... I don't want to remember much."

Someday, a few days ago.

I remember coming looking for Fouta in the sunset spectacle.

After that, it became a feather to be chased, so it became a painful expression.

I see.

That's right.

Silence is never awkward.

The trunk she caught with her arms folded. Next to it was a big hand.

Stay buried in your arms to hide a slightly feverish face. A glimpse of the side revealed a fairly fresh smile.

……

"What is it?"

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There is more to see than this face.

A spectacular sunset.

With such momentum, Huta looked suspiciously at her, but equally at the field.

"--You won."

"... you won, right?"

"Ah, if you don't win, you're lying."

"Yes."

Come on, the wind blew through.

My hair isn't long enough anymore.

"I don't really feel it."

"Really? I... am so fucked. Why are you so calm?"

"Isn't it a different season?

"At least lie to me."

She doesn't break the mood, she just looks ahead.

Huta looked at her with astonishment.

Are you really happy?

The more she suspected she was just idle, the more calm she seemed.

While saying that I don't really feel it. It was strange again that victory seemed to be accepted.

"I am. Thank you. You think I'm blessed? You think it's fun? Happy? When I came to King's Landing, I felt various feelings for the first time. I've never felt so happy. Honestly, my hands are still shaking."

You don't have to go through the process of remembering, or anything like that, so you immediately wake up to your ears with a loud cheer.

A crying voice that sounds like a chirp in your chest. I feel the heat on my skin. And then...

This guy's smile I saw in front of my eyes.

Hmm.

With a careless reply, she saw Houta's hand gripping the trunk.

Indeed, it was trembling slightly.

"Good for you."

"No, I'm glad. Is that how you react? Am I reporting this to you? Isn't that right? I'm going to come and share it more like this."

We'll share, hey

She sighed as if she were a cheek wand on one side of her arm.

With a stunning expression on her face, she looks at Futa as if she were a fool.

"What's wrong with you?

Ah?

What is it, little girl?

She pointed her finger at Futa.

"The finals are tomorrow."

…………

…………

Silence for a while.

It was Futa's groan that broke it.

"... no"

"What?"

"... yes, that's right."

The lid crouches down like it's relaxed from the lower body.

She thought that it was unusual for her to see to the top of her head, and she didn't need it.

I was confused by thinking about things I didn't need.

"I'm not convinced...."

I worked so hard for my first victory.

We did everything we could. After all, you also responded to the thumbs-up.

There are so many things I want to say.

But there was no response to his moaning.

Pom, it feels like it touches your head.

"The celebration is tomorrow night. Until then, don't lose your mind."

"Why are you so calm?"

"Isn't it a different season?

"Do you like that phrase?

Turn around, and she turns her back.

One step, two steps to the exit.

I was looking for her to come home with me, but she seems to have turned her heel first.

Follow her in astonishment. Don't get into trouble on your way home.

"I don't like it. It's just a fact."

The difference in age is obvious, but it doesn't exist.

Same. Same first victory.

If I had been seen before, my heart might have died of shame, but it seems unlikely.

It's just the difference in age.

"You're younger than me."

"It hasn't changed much. At least the age of the mind."

Who's nine?

"I'm not even nine years old!!

'Cause.

I had to look at you a lot younger.

By constantly saying so much, it imprints on the deep consciousness.

The age has to change.

It doesn't matter what it means now.

I'll see you tomorrow for the winning party.

"Futa"

"What is it? Shit, I did it more like this! I thought it would be exciting."

"I'm not such a kid, this one."

"Me too?????

"You've fallen too far to talk."

Smoking thoughts are kept in your chest.

I'm not such a sentimental woman.

Even now, I'm impressed, it's good to be a villain who doesn't even win.

Otherwise, this guy cares.

I'm the only one who feels emotional.

I'm going to tell you this conversation tomorrow, because it's the last time.

Hands behind your back.

Turn around and smile.

"Go home?"

Oops, there's no emotion in the reply.

That's all right.