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

That day, the venue had been a huge boom since the first day of the tournament.

The "Final" is the match card that is raised high on the outer wall.

Eilon B. Smiles vs. Fouta Pomodoro

They grabbed the tickets and pushed me to the entrance gate.

The staff handling them are also very busy. A yelling sound similar to a curse echoes from the square where people are overflowing, and the hourglass is gently digested into the entrance gate one after the other.

When I entered the arena, as people rushed for seats again, it was really like the hips of bees.

"There are 20 entrance gates!! Follow the number of each ticket!!

"Hey, which one do you think wins?"

"I've seen all the Eilon games."

"I didn't expect the princess to lose."

"Please avenge Richter... please...!

No, wow.

I can't even hear the voice of my neighbor's friends when it's like I've gathered 10,000 bad-behaved children.

More and more, the flames shoot up.

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 spectacular crowd, which is supposed to accommodate more than 50,000 people, is now overcrowded by crowded spectators.

Today alone, there will be some visitors who can barely walk along the corridor.

I can't help it. Today is the "finals".

Everything they've seen about the game - the journey with its trajectory - is the end of the day.

Inside and outside the spectacular area, people can barely move on the main street rather than on the square.

A carriage pushes people forward.

Move aside and the lord will make a way by roughing up his voice, and somehow he will head towards the direction of Spectacular.

Two men and women sat side by side in the carriage with the curtains closed.

"Don't open the window."

"Ah, ah. I'm sorry, I was worried."

"If I open it, I won't even know if I'm gonna make it to the last game."

The gaze was sharp.

If I hadn't put a giant bear stuffed toy on my lap, I'd have seen the eyes of the "owner".

Her suggestion - and almost forcibly, I was on my way to Spectacular today in a carriage.

Until yesterday, there was no time spent with the guests because they were separated or had entered from the relevant seats before the admission began.

Today is the finals. It's just one game.

If there is not so much to prepare, nature and the people involved will arrive late.

It was easy to imagine that walking flat in a place like this would make you panic.

Instead of being drowned by people to reach spectacular clubs, such as pasta, there may be situations where children grab their bodies and cannot move.

They're customers. I can't just blow it off or fake it.

I see. Huta was just convinced that this was the right answer when she came in the carriage.

"... I can't believe so many people are coming to the Eilon game with me."

Unexpectedly, I murmured.

There aren't any other matches.

Seriously, they're only coming to see the finals.

But Futa couldn't help but wonder.

No, I already know. They did it. He said he could do it.

I was able to reach my dream.

However, when it appeared in front of me as a reality, I had no choice but to feel strange.

"Anyway, you're one of the best [Eight Flashes] in history, aren't you?

Well, that's true.

Lift your arms in the carriage.

Next to her, she leaned her neck to peek into the lid.

Half of my cheeks are buried in the head of a stuffed animal, and I only look like a girl.

"Is that so?

"In terms of popularity, it was probably the second most popular. Oh, except for me, of course.

"I don't need that abuse right now. Seventh of the eight. Number seven, popularity seven. It's easy to remember."

"I don't think I can help but... Of course, he was the seventh most popular guy in Colosseum."

Major classes of Eight Flashes of Heaven are replaced by Eight Daggers and Lacquer Daggers each season.

When it comes to not being popular because my face changes frequently, that's right.

However, even though it is a front seat treatment, given that minor league matches are also played properly in Colosseum, it can be said that the popularity continued to decline.

"To be honest, girls alone are popular."

Well, I guess so.

"The popularity of Prim and the other female athlete was already incredible. Compared to the two, the eye-rune would definitely fall."

That's right.

Pasta caught the corner of his mouth.

I want to know what kind of violent colosseo Prim and Iron are as popular as they are.

"Well, I'm sure you can see that. Popularity doesn't match audience support."

"I'm sure that's true."

For example, if the third most popular player and the fourth most popular player played.

The first cheer is overwhelmingly better than the former.

How many versus how many?

That's true. Since the rating of the number one player in the audience is clear, it can only be compared to today's opponents.

If there is one difference in popularity, the cheer will blossom.

Colosseum was such a place.

Exceptions, like leather blade kid vs ocean big wave cards. The cheer is clearly "cracked" here.

However, even with such two people, if you become a Senno Dagger opponent, the support will be dyed all over the opponent, so the status of popularity in fighting a sword is incredible.

I mean, what do you want to say?

Ayroon was the unsupported side (Away) in most games, and her and Futa's cards filled the audience so far that it was no longer impossible for Futa to doubt whether it was a dream or a fantasy.

"Of course, the degree of cheer will change depending on the game unfolding... In fact, no matter how popular and losing, I can carry the cheer in five minutes with the charm of the middle game, so the [Eight Flashes in Heaven] were amazing."

Like yesterday.

Hmm, nodding pasta.

Yesterday. That game outperformed the popular and inferior Lilac.

For the first time in my life... victory.

"....."

"What's wrong?

"Nothing."

Her unusual behavior pushing her face against a stuffed animal.

No way. Just looking back fills your chest - if it's yesterday's events that are clear in your memory.

However, she doesn't have the ability to forget.

"... so... Do you think it's strange that the two of us who are relatively less popular are going to be popular in the finals?

"It's not strange. Besides, I know it's not just our popularity that attracts customers."

Phew. You really understood that. "

"It's a tournament... just..."

Yes, this is the tournament. It's not just a match card.

The trajectory of the many matches they will have seen before. The goal is for everyone to come and see.

Not this game, but this tournament.

But, dare you, Futa wanted to say that this attraction is more than you can imagine.

"Just what?"

"I think I heard it a little before. After all, it's the bad guys (heels) who look like eye-runes."

"Why do you think that?

"I told you his game won't be supported by Iroon at all, right?

"Yeah."

"Instead, the other side's support gets stronger. Don't lose to Ayroon."

I see?

"That's why I think he's the bad guy."

Villain (heel).

Narrator: I thought it was no longer necessary for him to sell himself as an older brother.

But Pasta said no there.

There is no problem with my current achievements as a commentator. But that's why the position and character are not strong enough to be sweet enough.

This time, Lilac's popularity was exceeded because he brought in a one-time fever.

Just as Lilac had used a trick once in her life, so did Huta, who fought her popularity.

The hand of the past is not something that can be used so many times.

Beyond that, Pasta was still thinking about putting the lid on - and he had concluded that the villain (heel) would still be suitable.

When that happens, yes.

Futa remembers an eye rune that turns the audience into enemies in Dirty Play and boosts their popularity.

I don't think he intended to do that, but he thought that maybe she was the right race for the villain (heel).

It's just...

Pasta sighs with astonishment.

"Haaa. Unemployed, after all."

"I'm sorry."

"I told you. It's not helpful. It's not a villain (heel) in the first place."

Pasta won't answer the question, what is it?

Instead, she told him.

"Don't tell me to do something bad. You are the man who will be the wall of every gladiator. I want to say that as an absolute person, I have the strongest character, but since it is still a baked blade, I just need to be unrelenting."

"... the one I was talking about in my room one day."

"I don't remember."

Hmm, snorting pasta.

She seemed to be very confident.

Then Fouta has no reason to doubt her.

It was just an accident. The dialog that Iroon is not a villain (heel).

No matter what you think, you're a villain.

Nevertheless.

As long as pasta policy is the same, there is no reason why Futa should say no.

Just be good.

After confirming that the carriage had arrived in front of the party entrance, Huta opened the door. At a glance, say a word.

Hmm, thank you.

"I'm not trying to behave like this, you idiot."

I was punched.

― ― Arena Spectacular.

The well-filled seat was truly spectacular.

You hug the stuffed animal and look around from the live seat.

The taste of victory still lingers.

However, the heat had already disappeared from the spectacle, and today the wave of expectations for today was gradually pushing in.

"Pasta!

A 10-year-old girl shook her hand loudly and smiled and looked back.

"Pastaaaaaaa!!

Looking back at the fat old man's voice. Concealing your mouth with a stuffed toy so you can't see the pulled corner of your mouth.

The position of sister would be a good listener.

It was an unexpected mistake to come up with such a simple idea.

Even if the rumor spreads strangely, it is troublesome.

Should I retire at once? In the back, yes.

Push it around Reef.

"No, but I wonder if he's going back to the country."

She said how was the engagement?

I'll give you the ceremony.

I wonder if it will be free until the game begins.

Maybe because everyone is spending their time thinking, they only have as many toys as the pasta that is already in their seats.

She responds by just waving her hand at the sudden sound of her voice, while she thinks.

Looking back, I'm talking about the farewell Futa.

"... there's one thing I don't understand."

What?

"Why did Iron quit Colosseum?"

Isn't that the same as Prim or Izna?

No.

and a lid that puts its hand on the mouth.

I honestly had no contact with the eye rune. I've never played a game. "

"Oh, is that so?

That was unexpected.

"So... maybe he just stopped by on the way."

Such an idiot.... no, that's why it doesn't matter to me. Isn't that it? Everybody quit, so something happened. "

Is there such a clutter?

In the first place, I hear that Ayroon quit quite first.

It is the last Ocean that should emerge from the theory that has stopped in the flow.

Everyone stopped using the flow because they stopped. If there's a rumor, isn't Ocean depressed?

"It seems that he retired after a spectacular game...."

Whatever.

Well, if you're embarrassed to hang up front and ask, I'll tell you.

After all, it is pasta style to listen to the story before the game and incorporate it into the entrance.

Why did you quit Colosseum? Did I chase you? And to ask straight is certainly a story that is hesitant given the character of Huta.

That's why she took it.

And the answer I heard in Eilon's waiting room.

……

That was what bothered the pasta.

"Futa, you really... you're a sinner..."

Sigh.

The story she told me wasn't much to introduce.

After all, if we digest their cause... let's get through the introduction with this tournament.

Yes, from behind her lightly conceived voice.

"Sure, maybe the business is deep."

Looking back.

The Lord of the Voice can hold his mouth a little and laugh at it, whether it was a bad idea to turn it into a set with a stuffed beard.

However, there was no particular emotion for her, and Pasta leaned her neck.

Stand up with stuffed toys and sets, and be courteous just in shape.

You know what that means.

The boiling cheer was probably because I saw her in the explanatory seat.

Watching her take a seat with a gentle wave of hands, she sat back in the live seat herself.

"You're going to make such a cute little sister."

"Er, pasta-chan. You can't afford a princess, can you?

"Can you afford it? Sure... what do you think? I never thought you'd suggest this."

"Maybe. I'm surprised, too. What do you think you're doing?

With a cute smile and a 9-year-old.

The beauty of the deep window laughs at each other with joy.

"How was the taste of defeat?

But the gawa. It melted and disappeared.

The princess who frowned uncomfortably quickly wrapped up the cold air.

"How was your first victory?

"I suck. Well, you'll never taste it again."

"I was the best, so I hope you don't disturb me.

"Excuse me? That's true. I'll pull my hand right away."

"Oh, I don't mind if you leave me your hand. You mean, hands?

"What is it?"

"It's not attached to your body, is it? They're gloves anyway. Give them to me. My sister has enough pussy. Come on."

"Unfortunately, I'm holding onto my arm like this. Are you going to cut off my sister's arm?

"Heh. Oneechan... aren't you going to apologize to your sister?

"Whoa!

It was a clever imitation of yelling in a low voice.

The blonde hair came out from behind both of them.

She had red hair that blinked her eyes like a surprise.

Silver hair sighing like giving up.

In the confused pasta, the maid put her finger in front of the princess's face.

Mmm

"... in public."

"It only looks like the maid is preaching to the princess! I'll rub your face like that in front of the public!?

"My face was healed by me and by her. If you don't look close, you won't know."

"Kids!

Hmm! And the mad maid.

Um... What is it, Corona? "

"Noodles are in such an imminent state of defense. Yes, Princess, apologize."

"Apologize!? This guy!?

Lilac scratches her hair in trouble at the pasta she inadvertently shouted.

However, I shook my head small in the angry figure of the maid at a glance.

"I was told that you were going to apologize. Your reality, or your business, is just the beginning of this joke. Come on."

Scroll out of your pocket.

There is indeed an engraved "contract."

I'm sorry I had to go out with this woman without a contract.

But, yeah, but...

The pasta was signed with a pen that I had with me.

"... as usual, you can take it home once.

"It doesn't change what you read a hundred times.... if you really want to apologize to someone. You don't set a trap here."

……

"... eh? You planted it?

"I didn't prepare it.... I was just stunned by the suspicions."

"You're not gonna apologize, are you?"

It was a pasta that made the tone unexpectedly leafy.

Nevertheless.

The first person to sell a fight this time was pasta.

I had a contract, and Lilac might have thought about it this time.

Then I will return it in good faith. That's all.

It's business. Whether you want to kill someone you hate or not, you can't shake hands with a smile.

And strangely enough, I wasn't afraid of this woman.

'Cause.

"I can't hurt my sweet sister."

"Yes?... Shit. Oh, that's what I mean."

Lilac seemed to understand. As always, your head is spinning fast.

It is not impossible for her to whisper. Because this is...

I don't mean Lilac's sister. Ultimately.

You can't harm his family anymore, can you?

because it is a complete incitement to

"I'll miss you while you're with my sister."

Iiiiiiiiiiing. Pasta, you can say anything in your mouth. "

But the shadow splits between the two sparks.

"Please do well."

The angry maid was there.

I don't basically intend to do anything with her.

Pasta laughs at Lilac for giving up.

Well, that's fine.

From the explanatory seat you can see a crowded audience waiting for the match.

"How are you today, commentator?

"Yes, I'm in charge of the venue."

For the first time, the sisters joined hands.