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

― ― A few days after the tournament.

Huta was walking in a thin alley in a section of King's Landing.

The atmosphere has also changed slightly from the main street, the long-established street, or the commercial section with the Olba Chamber of Commerce, with narrow shops perturbed on narrow trails.

The twisted path that is characteristic of the trail of the King's City is a testament to the constant war that once existed when the King's City was built.

It is difficult to attack and easy to protect.

Nevertheless, the need was now lost, and many of the corridors turned into dirty alleys became the roots of the dark behind.

One day, Futa didn't leak to the example, and she was about to join the street life as a vagabond without a job, but there it is.

Thanks to Spectacular, the number of jobs and houses has increased, and it seems that both the unemployed and the "unemployed" have been saved a lot.

Had it not been for that encounter, I wondered if she might have been one of the men involved in the construction of Spectacular Clubs by now - but if she hadn't met Futa in the first place, she wouldn't have thought of making Spectacular Clubs.

A lot of things change.

I now realize that life is something I don't understand - Futa looked around.

Well, I'm sure it's around here.

This Yokocho is probably the oasis for those who encourage daily work.

When the sun falls, the bustle touches your ears strongly.

Every store seemed to be flourishing, making me realize that the economy was spinning.

Maybe this is also due to some sort of spectacle.

With that in mind, Futa walks away from people.

You can see an old man and a young girl who are already ready to call for a tavern.

The plot was somewhere alike to the city where Colosseum was.

Earnings are at least the people who enjoy their day in the mountains of entertainment.

It can be alcohol, boxing, or play.

I'm sure some of you are enjoying spectacular.

In the wild noise, Fouta was finally able to find the desired sign.

"On a wooden plank hanging from the door, red lettering" dining room (Taberna) lute "... here?"

Looking up slightly, hanging signs.

The sky looking up from the narrow path is narrow, and the stars are hard to see because of this Yokocho light.

A lot of customers had already turned back at the top and bottom of the slight swing door.

A place with little to no atmosphere these days.

Not really, but I don't want to be invited to Lilac, and I can bring Corona to this insecure place. I don't mind pasta, but it's still hard to see people whispering.

The clerk who held the four jocks together ran all the way here and there, and the lady was very ordinary.

"Welcome! Alone?

Through the swing door, the hanging oxidized bell sounds scattered.

It must have been a deafening sound, but the girl who responded at the shop came to Futa when she put the jock on the table.

"No, meet me."

"Ah? Find it yourself!

I miss the clutter around here.

I used to come to places like this and eat alone.

The interior is full of customers, as she points out with a basin.

The floor was wider and deeper than expected.

Between 5 and 10 people will be able to sit at a round and large table, with a variety of groups sitting at a high table. That's a rough 10 tables.

All the counters are buried. Nevertheless, I didn't think the person who called me was in the counter seat, so I decided to find a table seat for now.

But if you could just look at me and look at me. There was a girl with a bandana wrapped around her back earlier.

"What's wrong?

"No... hmm? You, too."

I wonder if there is doubt in that gaze.

Fouta doesn't recognize her. If you haven't forgotten, it's the only possibility you can think of.

"Maybe in spectacular..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

Maybe he saw it.

Words that could be worn sooner than saying so, and a look of astonishment. I couldn't complain that I shouldn't be pointing at people, and most of the guests who were there responded to her shouting.

"--The one who beat Izna-san!!!!"

"That's the impression."

Unexpectedly calm down.

I don't think I won the championship or the lilac, I think it was Izna.

Fighting Izna was a big turning point for Futa.

I also remember that the audience was excited.

However, I didn't think that the battle between Huuta and Izna was impressive to the people of King's Landing.

Make this girl feel special, at least not in the final or lilac.

Izna seems to have a lot of female fans, so when I tilt my neck, I wonder if that's what happened.

"What!?

"That Fouta Pomodoro!!

"Description of winning Izna-san!!!

You, you, you.

Men laughing at each other with red faces while having fun with their jockeys, a group of women who were talking to each other at the counter with a rather evil family.

None of these faces have ever seen before.

But perhaps they were watching a spectacular match.

Seriously, looking at this and saying "commentary brother" is a factor that makes them discern why they know Huta.

"Damn it - Izna would have won if you had just defeated her!!

"Yes, yes! My Description Aniki!!

"You bastard, you're blocking Izna's way! You don't have anything to say!!

They're useless.

Futa drops her shoulders without thinking.

But apparently, the last words of the voice of the old man cut them off, and I saw their gaze concentrated.

It seems that the interview is very kind and that they are asking for a word.

I don't know what's right, but, uh, scratch your head.

Apparently, it turns out that this is a restaurant with spectacular borders, and Futa also realizes that it would be better to penetrate her position as a gladiator, Futa Pomodoro.

She scolds herself and stretches her chest when she was about to lose her temper.

Stretching out his spine and releasing his fighting spirit in vain - the guests calmed down.

Even a child serves a girl who swallows raw saliva into the air so tight that she can stop moving the fork.

It was almost at the same time that they took the air to the bad side as Huta opened her mouth.

"Indeed. If I hadn't been here, he might have won."

Yes, not to mention.

As Pasta sourned his mouth, he pierced his way.

Silent diner guests.

--Was that good? Damn it, he won't answer anything when it matters.

It was only natural because he wasn't here.

But you can't show such inner conflicts to the outside, and you penetrate the cool face - the next moment.

An explosive cheer boiled.

"That's right!!!

"Exactly!! Description Without my brother!! Kh!!

"Shit, I'll beat you next time!!

"You're not Izna..."

A drunk counter woman pointed her finger at her from afar and blurred it.

But no one listened to Futa anymore.

It seems that this tavern is a festive commotion just because it has this quality.

I don't know what's good, but a fat man with a face out of the kitchen glanced at Futa and laughed. Is it the store owner?

"I got the word from the champion!! I'll give you a free drink today!!

"Uhhhh!!

"General Kazuishi!!

"Don't be fat!!

Completely put down the drawstring lid.

What makes them so enthusiastic?

He was certainly a popular gladiator, but was that it? And tilt your neck.

Huta sighed loudly at the signs she felt on her back.

And you're gonna be late.

Oh, I'm so excited.

This man who laughed so gloriously was the waiter of the day - Izna Sicienzan.

When Isna appeared, another cheer boiled up and it was no longer a place to eat, and it was another story that took some time.

"This is where I come to dinner every day."

Futa, who was allowed to use the back seat because of the owner's preference, was picking an appetizer that recommended Izna with a sake jock in front of her.

"The Master defeated the goldsmugglers the day they first arrived, and then became welcome."

"Are you doing that again...."

Next to Izna, tilt the chips and fruit juice.

In other words, it seems that he was partitioning the area, and he defeated it with the dark people behind him.

"I don't know, but I got a reward from the princess. He disappeared to pay off his debts!

"Ah... I see. Do you have any idea?

Should I have let Izna clean up the villains around here?

Or should we say that this is how we can find him?

Anyway, when I heard that Izna, who had become the hero of the shop, was going to the tournament as a gladiator, an acquaintance turned into an inner-city Iznafan. In other words, that's what happened.

"But somehow... This is the first time I've eaten like this. I didn't expect you to come aboard."

"I didn't think I'd be invited."

This conversation came from Izna.

Reunion at best. Izna's life has stabilized because of her debt. And above all, it's over.

Then my chest is cleared to a certain extent.

The more you vow to win next time, the less trouble you have, the better you'll be able to eat together.

In general, I nodded to the nuance like that without any reason to refuse.

Above all, it's almost the first time I've eaten like this with [Eight Flashes of Heaven].

In the case of Primes, the main purpose is to meet with Richter.

Besides...

"I couldn't afford you or me in the old days."

Izna smothered her mouth as she tucked Penne into her belly one after another.

Futa nods at the words.

This is not the first time I have come to King's Landing.

I really haven't even had a proper meal since I was a Colosseum.

"And I didn't even realize we couldn't afford each other."

That's not true.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The lid was also shaved and the corner of my mouth was raised loosely.

Futa didn't know how clogged Izna was. Izna was full of herself and didn't know about Futa's troubles.

The margin of mind lubricates people's connections.

If things change, the environment changes, and the mind changes.

You can also share a cup with an opponent who was in the same place but didn't look at you.

"Actually, what about you?"

"What do you mean?

Somehow, don't you care about the past?

"Oh, is that so? Yeah, that's right. I'm perfectly fine talking to Izna here."

I see. I thought about it, but you're really getting stronger. "

The shopkeeper's girl has managed to get rid of the listeners.

Nevertheless, it was almost exposed in the "semi-finals". To be honest, it's not as painful as it sounds.

It's just, it's not like I'm listening. It can't be a beauty talk.

Because I think so, Futa is limited to talking here.

"─ Ahhn, I'm sorry. I broke the Chamber of Commerce."

"Oh, well. If you're not making amends in the form of debt repayment, there's nothing I can tell you."

I see. Hmm, well. If you don't say so, okay? "

Fu, Izna raised her mouth corner.

Take a glance at Mochimochi and Focaccia eating motsuke and drink the alcohol all at once.

"I'm still getting stronger. And for a number of reasons."

― That's right.

In that sense, it might be similar.

Futa thought so.

"By the way, isn't she better than you?

"Hmm? Ouch, it's hot. No, no, no. What about your family?

Didn't you hear me?

She had a focaccia and swallowed it.

I played with the fluffy shortcut's gray hair and thought a little.

"Ask for a definition of family"

"Definition...? Mom, Dad and I would be brothers and sisters if we were together."

"Brothers and sisters...."

Hmm, I thought for a moment - those red jewel-like eyes ejected Futa.

"Ask, Futa Pomodoro. Are you Pasta Pomodoro and your brother and sister?"

Eh?

Futa is stuck in words for a moment when she asks such a question with some certainty.

Brothers and sisters, externally.

I won't be your brother or sister.

But considering how Pasta really feels - and how he was struck one day by his brother's existence - it was a difficult question to answer.

"What are you talking about? Brothers and sisters, right?"

With the alienation of the Colosseum, Izna turned her unmistakably cloudy eyes towards Futa.

"But... I don't think Fouta Pomodoro and Pasta Pomodoro are related."

Family definition.

If you call it a father, a mother, a brother or a sister.

There is certainly a kinship there and it should be.

But she somehow sees no blood connection between Huta and Pasta.

Well, it was when Futa worried about the answer.

"Hmm? So what?

"Master?"

"No, I don't really understand. You don't have anything to do with your family, do you?"

"But the master is with his mother and father."

"Hahahaha, it's hot. You're an idiot."

With a red face with alcohol, Izuna laughs with her hands on her head.

"It's not about the blood connection. What matters is whether they think they're family or not. Hey, Futa."

Fouta was very awkward.

Izna must be saying something good.

However, his relationship with pasta stinks so much that I couldn't put any shards in his cool words.

It's just... yeah.

If only I could call my brother-in-law my family.

Because it's a salvation for me someday.

Oh, yeah.

"... blood has nothing to do with it."

Like burning something into your memory, you murmur.

He raised his face and said, staring straight at Huta again.

"Well, the family is the master."

"... I see."

Unexpectedly, Futa's expression collapsed.

--I heard that one day, "I picked it up."

Futa has no intention of stepping deeply into her situation.

However, if it is her "family" to be alone like this.

I think it's a pleasure to do it on your own.

Given Izna's background, it's also true that she doesn't seem like anyone else.

If you think so, look at Izna.

He flattened the pizza that had been served and said it out of hand.

Apparently so.

"You said a good thing, so you can say 'yes' with your chest up there...."