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

― ― "Dining Room (Taberna) Lute"

A number of campfires hang on the walls add warm orange color to the shop.

The sound of water exploding in the firewood is gentle, but it dissolves into the noise of the laughing guests.

Lute, also known as the shop, is the name of the instrument.

Everything was said to have been played by the owners of previous stores with hobbies, and in the past, performances were held at a fixed time every day.

The waitress girl said it wasn't very good.

That's why the lute is now decorated in the back of the shop with the strings off - that is, on the wall directly above the table where Futa, Izna and Motsuke sit.

"An instrument... I didn't have any luck with that."

While grasping the aperture properly, the lid looks up at the lute hung on the wall and murmurs.

"Me neither."

Izna praised the instrument, which had a unique shape that cut the ocean horizon in half, as "I can see it many times."

"I don't have any memories. If you listen, you can recognize the sound level."

The sound level. Izna nodded convincingly.

Ah, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey.

"What is that? Doremifa Solaside, right?"

"What is that?"

Two large men looked at each other with their eyes on something unusual.

"The name of the tone varies from country to country, Motsuke replies."

Is that so?

"I didn't know."

Two big ignorant men were embarrassed by the girl.

"I don't know, we're not all from this country... maybe we don't say it this way."

"Why don't you just listen?

Upon enquiry, it was Doremifa Solaside unanimously.

"Seriously. Is my country a minor country?"

"It's not another dent. --Besides..."

Look at the center of the bustling guest seat.

"Doremi is honeyho in Izna-san's country!!!

"Well, that's what this shop is from today!!!

"Decided!!

"Harney Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!

Without saying anything, Futa looks back at Izna.

"... this is your dictatorship."

There it is. It's a store.

"Be honest."

It was Izna who rubbed under her nose and drank alcohol.

"Aneze has already gone to rewrite his ancestral scores, Master."

There it is. It's a store.

"How about a boulder to get your hands on your ancestors?"

Aniese is a waitress girl with a bandana on her forehead. The daughter of a contemporary shopkeeper is probably the grandchild of the previous generation.

My grandson plays with everything he likes.

After some thought, Futa began to cry.

If you have grandchildren, please take care of your own a little more.

"Whatever."

Izna murmured as she flattened the cheese penne one after the other.

"I haven't heard music in a while."

"If you ask me, I don't see many poets in this country."

When it comes to music for Futa, the first thing that comes to mind is the handmade orgasms that are in the room.

I didn't care because I didn't like Sarasara music, but - speaking of which - look at the plate placed in front of me.

While eating the ordered pasta pomodoro, Futa thought.

"No, pasta sings and dances, but I wonder if it's a song or something."

"Pasta? Heh, did you say that yourself?

"... yeah, I guess so. Partially."

"Hehe. Isn't she cute as an old girl? Take care of your sister."

Oh, wow.

Izuna's full smile laying her shoulders on Pon and Futa.

Futa couldn't say no to that person's favorite smile. Not to mention

"Fouta Pomodoro. My sister is important."

I see. Yeah, I guess so. "

I just dug into the relationship between Izna and Motsuke in front of me, and I can't tell you.

Huta told him to distract himself from the story.

"Does Izna know anyone who knows music?

"Hmm? Ah, I wonder."

Izna looks up at the soiled ceiling with her arms together.

"At home, there was quite a bit of music. I wasn't that interested. So - no, this has nothing to do with it."

Say it because you care.

"It's no big deal. There was a witch who said she had to deliver a song to the spiritual mountain. Before I went to Colosseum."

"Was it a good song?

"I don't know. He said that he would die if he sang, so I put it in the spiritual mountain. Why is it that you don't have to sing because of the kettle, and maybe you're still a witch in the country?

"That's what you're really doing...."

"That's why it's relevant, isn't it?

It certainly has nothing to do with it, but it's a troubleshooter.

Even though I'm not interested in solving it, it's more noticeable carelessness because it was a tension that I really remembered.

After all, this man would be fine if he could convince himself.

"Well, it's Colosseum, but unfortunately, there aren't many human beings in Colosseum."

Me, too.

Hahaha

Hahaha

Two people swap cups.

"Master, what's so funny? Master"

Rather, it was painful to answer that it was sad.

Izna thinks about tilting her neck without knowing the bottom of her heart.

"I had nothing to do with the new Eight Daggers."

"That's true of me... but you quit with me.

Did Pasta tell you that? Well, yes. When I quit, I made up my mind and said, "I quit too!" That's what I said. "

"I thought you were admired.

"I don't think so, huh? It was the first time I had a proper conversation outside of the game. I didn't travel with you. Rather, the motive for quitting is as good as yours. I don't know."

"... no, no."

No, I don't. and Huta held her head.

"What's wrong?"

"You can't trust me anymore..."

"Ah...."

In the first place, he didn't even know that the Eight Flashes of Heaven were looking for him.

"Anyway, I don't know the Eight Daggers because they don't interact. It's the Lacquer Dagger."

"I haven't seen him since the finals, do you know anything about Izna?

"I don't know anything. But after he loses, he always disappears."

"I don't know...."

"At least watch the game."

"No, it's not. I only watched the game...."

"I can't blame you enough. Me too."

Hahaha

Hahaha

"Master, Fouta Pomodoro. Um, I don't understand. Master?"

I want you to be calm.

With that in mind, Izna wiped her mouth and Huta offered her a new juice.

I had no choice but to chu chu grape juice.

"Somehow, it's not strange if you can play one or two of the instruments in an eye-run."

"Ah... wait. I remembered when I was told. He was playing Viola."

"Seriously? Oh, no. Where?

The image of the eye rune in Fouta's memory.

Even Izna shouted in surprise, but both of them were getting more and more excited about finding musical matches in the past.

"On my way home after I finished training, I was playing in the middle of the Colosseum after I was closed."

"It suits me too well....."

The so-called Viola da Braccio. After all, it's a type of viola that plays on its shoulders. Her figure of playing it alone under the starry sky was terribly fantastic in retrospect.

"So, how was it? Was he good?

"No...."

"Were you bad?

"... I'm sorry. I was playing the viola... and I just left thinking about it."

I couldn't afford it.

Ah.

Hahaha

Hahaha

"Master. Master"

Repeated exchanges over and over again.

Fouta gave her a piece of pizza.

In the middle of the year, the company is beginning to acquire it.

And it's a Taiyuki no Taiyuki

Izna handed over the changed Futa's words annoying.

"There's no way he can play an instrument. Next"

Well, let's skip Wu (you). ……………………………… "

"Random........................"

The two of them held their heads.

"Master? Fouta Pomodoro?

Motsuke was fighting the stretching cheese, tilting his neck to the air transformation.

"... don't you think you can play some instruments?

"That's right. Yes, it is. I think I can do anything."

"But the choice is to ask him to play the instrument."

"Nothing"

We nodded in agreement with each other.

Bye, Ginseng.

"Ginna...."

"What is it, Futa? Don't look at me like that."

"I know it's rude."

Loosely shake her head and Futa murmurs.

He sipped a sip of alcohol and gazed at the bonfire on the wall.

"I guess I didn't like that guy."

"Oh, what a surprise. You think he was a good guy?

"I know. I know...." That's why "I wasn't good at it. Do you understand?"

"Oh, well. I wasn't good either. I lost a hundred games with pleasure, to the point where I envy Ocean."

"Is that what he did?"

Bodies with imperfections in each other's shafts.

A good person can sometimes be harmful, that's all.

"I'll tell you what, Futa."

"Wow, I feel like I don't want to hear it."

"That's a good guess. He was the first to quit. Find you."

"... I'm serious."

It was a lid with a head.

Futa also heard from Pasta that she quit first.

But the motive is to look for yourself.

It's going to be complicated.

"Ugh, I thought you and that guy were hanging out behind the scenes."

"That's not true. I don't have a single memory of what I did to him."

"No... don't do that..."

"Whatever you say. At first, I was wondering what to do with my admiration for the champion.... but that's not what you were baking me. Somehow, you cared about Izna, too."

"That's why I didn't like it either. Hahaha"

"... hahaha"

"At least make me laugh....."

When there are people suffering, they follow me.

That's what he was. That's why Futa and Izna were not good at her.

But it would have been nice if it had been done to that extent.

I went after Futa deliberately and threw away all my positions.

I shouldn't have anything like that.

If you can contact me, please persuade me to turn back now.

"--By the way, did he play an instrument or something?"

"Come on, you've never seen it."

Well, let's go next.

Next. Then it will become a machete.

The big dagger, the Ocean Big Wave.

It's him.

Futa remembered.

I'm sure you've made some instruments.

Really?

"No, I don't know. At the city tavern," I'm getting excited! P, P, P, P, PUUUUUUUU!!! After screaming, didn't you ring something like a percussion instrument?

"Ah, you did. Percussion... percussion, indeed. Something, something. You've been doing things that seem like you're in charge of percussions alone."

"When it comes to music, it feels subtle... but I wonder if I can imitate it..."

I feel like I was beating a drum on my feet while holding several drums with a bee.

Anyway, the venue was a huge boom. I remember clearly that it was only the air that was unfamiliar to Futa.

Drink the cup and take a breath.

Nden no Tai no Tai Knife I don't know the details. "

That's what I said, and I looked up at the lute hanging on the wall and murmured.

"Wasn't he able to play Lute?

Though obsessed, I can somehow imagine him playing lute.

However, there was no memory of the actual play, and it was a mystery why the image could be made.

Izna shook her head to the side.

"No, he probably can't play lute."

Hmm? Then why?

"Lute, I used to pretend to play."

"... pretend?

"A guy who can play lute feels cool. That's why I only pose as if I had a lute, and I was gesturing like I could play it. Often, after a game or something."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Futa was convinced that only the image was ahead because of that.

"- But if you think about it, can you play the instrument in the eye-rune and the ocean?"

"So I'm not talking about anything. You think a gladiator suddenly plays an instrument before a match?

Izna said as if she had abandoned it.

But Futa thought about it a little... and whispered.

"Why don't you tell Pasta a little bit?"

Futa thinks about why she has gained so much popularity.

It wasn't just "fighting the sword" that fascinated me, but it was the death of a customer who knew himself as a commentary brother.

That's what Pasta said, and in fact made it work.

And now, pasta is trying to support the entertainment income by singing and dancing. It's a really tearful story.

That's it.

The gladiators you all know will never perform differently - Futa thinks.

Let's just think about the zero words from Izna.

Before the match.

For example, the admission of an eye rune.

Viola echoes suddenly from a place where no one knows who's coming out.

At the end of the solo, the orchestra takes over her song and the majestic eye rune stands in the middle of the field with the introduction back.

And the conductor, please stop the song.

Isn't it cool?

"Because if you win the game, you have to play a song."

I don't think Iroon would approve of that.

"That's right."

Just a little.

I felt that the pasta area would roll in an interesting direction, and Futa nodded one.