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

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

"Fouta Pomodoro. What is this?

"I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're talking about the situation, I can only say that I don't know..."

The restaurant (Taberna) is still bustling.

After the sun went down, it was even more exciting to take off the frame.

Among those who list sadness and alcohol, there are extremely many who are excited by the topic of "fighting the sword".

This is all the more true because I have a special guest today.

The girl who was forced to stand in the middle of the cafeteria in the middle of the middle was still young.

She coughed lightly, however, without feeling overwhelmed, and shouted her fist out loud.

"Now the next game is Blanco vs. Hollins!!

"Yaaah!

"Goddamn it!

Two men came out and pinched one elbow against the table. If you hold hands in the middle of each other's eyes, it's a race to see who will defeat you.

The competition, which usually ends with a mere amusement, quickly turns into a fierce battle called "Fighting the Sword", depending on the girl's reality.

Yan Yan Yan Yan, a very popular girl - Pasta seemed to be working desperately to sell.

And it is Futa who is blurry gazing at their rings from the back table, and sitting face to face again.

"Motsuke asks for judgment about this dish."

Oh, that's it.

Several dishes were served in front of her.

Starting with pizza, focaccia and mushroom ajillo.

"I'm free while I wait, and I want to eat."

Well, I see.

When Motsuke took the perhaps hot pizza, he started eating the tip with his tongue so that he could judge the heat.

Do you not like hot products?

"Does Motsuke know why the bard kid was being chased?

……

"Oh, no. You can finish your meal."

Mochisuke noddenly struggles with the stretching cheese.

I stopped sticking to the boulders and cut the cheese between the pizza and the sushi sushi with my cutlery.

"... thank you, Futa Pomodoro"

"I see....."

When you've finished eating mochi rice cake, think about it a little.

"I don't know the details, but I'm sure her poetry lyrics were the problem. It was a hero who made an enemy of the nobles."

"Heroes"? Does that mean it's creative?

"No, apparently something happened in the southern region."

"Well, I see, it feels like you've made trouble with the aristocracy of the kingdom. There seems to be a lot of support for civilians around here."

"Perhaps she thought so, and sang there? --It seems to have been a financial struggle. Money is important."

There's something in it.

I scratched my cheeks.

In fact, the problem is that she and Izna are in a lot of financial trouble, or that's almost everything.

It was said that it was not on the meal for a few days. And Futa herself knows the agony of hunger.

"As a result, it was risky, but it wasn't worth the money, is it?

"Until then, I don't know what you're not asking."

She whispers with her cheeks stretched over the focaccia, making it the size that fits in the little mouth.

"Either way, we have to wait for her recovery."

"That's right... before we get into trouble"

Futa has no idea how persistently she is being targeted.

However, it would be better to stay at a safe place for at least one day today.

Judging that way, Huta pinches the pizza at hand.

After she's done her best.

Izna made the decision to put her to bed if she couldn't do something about it.

There is no place for Futa to complain.

It's not like I'm watching, but I'll let you relax until the store closes.

That's what I thought - it was then.

"- Fouta Pomodoro"

You guys, get up and get up.

"What's wrong?"

"Many reactions around."

Her red eyes, which say so, depict countless procedures of some sort.

"Really?"

Numerous reactions. Even Huta understood that it was not a customer.

No, I wonder if it is a customer. Just say it's not a diner guest - it's a nuisance to the poet's private.

Slowly, open the swing door.

People in the store who were entertaining, looking up at something.

Those who are more or less stubborn and seem to behave badly than they would have been in the "Gorotsuki of the Square".

Fouta's expression sharpened and she glanced at the kitchen for a moment.

But Motsuke told them not to lose sight of them.

"--This is the only entrance."

I see. That's the good news... it's hot. "

At the same time, Futa walks out in front of Motsuke.

"I'm counting on you."

Copy that.

One step, two steps.

There is only a short distance from the table on the lid to the entrance.

The situation in the store was changing slightly as he stepped on his shoes one step or two.

"Hey, what's up, Temee et al. Gara, that's bad."

Those who came in looked at the guests with their eyebrows in distress.

Then, in the meantime, I paid off my right arm.

"Huh!?

Screaming.

Hmm, a man snorting his nose gently stroked the nails on his fist and said a word.

Gimme the girl.

Strawberries and men entering the shop to follow him.

Motsuke also nods when he calls it "many."

They came in indefinitely, nearly twenty people, and there was still a crowd outside.

"Oh, you're a woman...."

The customer holding his cheek stares at him while bleeding.

Perhaps he was irritated by the gaze, and the man tried to kick him again - another woman's client sheltered him.

Now Izna-san will defeat you!

That's what he said. He was drinking with a smile.

It seems that the first man was also delighted when Fouta praised Izna.

Huta narrowed her eyes, split between the guests, and went forward.

Pasta is nowhere to be seen.

He must have gone to get Izna. As always, there are no shortcomings.

"What the fuck, asshole?"

Approximately a skilled samurai.

And I understand the number of acts of violence.

Instead of near the entrance, forcibly push the number into the store.

On top of that, it moves around the men and women of the customer.

The sight of wildlife hunting seemed quite familiar.

The stiff upper body and the scratches on the cheeks.

If I was beaten up, I'd be blown away just like the other guests. You can never accuse a customer of sucking his ass.

They have heavy loads.

At least, the people behind it are not as accustomed as the leading men, but they are.

He's the only one who can't beat the load.

"Stop it."

There is no need for a friendly dialogue.

Fouta, who appeared in front of them, caught the spotlight at once.

Playing with a short club in their hand, they look up at the lid and surround it with intimidation.

What, Temee's been seen the same way?

"Don't be ridiculous. If you only had a woman, you'd be safe."

"Hurry up. Um..."

That is, the man who sends signals to his men in the back.

In a moment, one of the tables was knocked down.

The scream rises.

Huta narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

Stay back, you guys.

If you tell that to the shop customer, but he shakes his head as if he were upset.

"Yes, no, whatever you want."

And those who look with their eyes as they hold fast.

"So, are you okay?

He who stands up as if he were determined.

"A little... I'll cover you...!!

But Futa smiled a little. I shook my neck without looking back.

"Enough."

It is odd to smile so vigorously - a cool and unbelievable champion.

"Hah...."

The leading man laughs like a fool.

"Then I'll show you a little pain - I'll teach you how to count, do it!!

The moment the men jumped on the lid.

Swing up the stick, hold your fist, jump, raise your feet - and...

"Individual Identification Name: Motifs. We're going into battle."

Everyone can stop moving.

It's as if it stopped at any time.

"--don 't rely on me."

Huta raised the corner of her mouth and beat them all with one foot.

"Gwaaaaaaaaa!!

"Beard. Ofu....."

"Haaah...!!

A leader who opens his eyes without thinking.

Looking ahead, golden eyes stagger.

"What, it's just a fight? My workout is warm."

"What are you-- what the hell are you doing?!

I don't know. I don't seem to have any experience of being beaten up, but it's hard to handle. "

Hold your fist gently, Futa says.

"Nothing, that's enough. I'm good at many-to-one."

"It's many-to-two. Please correct, Futa Pomodoro."

"Many-to-two."

A young voice from behind.

When the men turned around, the "girl in the universe" looked at the red eyes and put them all in sight.

A string of protruding characters is very difficult to read from this distance.

Still, they knew she was doing something.

"Give me that kid..."

The men who spoke up stopped moving.

A kick from the foot, slammed into the moment.

"What's the matter, we seem to have the number of profits. I'm just repeating two against one."

"This... Hey, back there!

Had someone from the samurai seen this sight, a bitter smile would not have been forbidden.

Anyway.

The combination of Futa Pomodoro and Motsuke is too vicious.

The current situation where you can't bark at the number of lilies.

But they don't have that much head.

If you don't do something about it, it'll come flying.

What bothered me slightly was that the people outside probably turned around behind the "dining room," but I knew there was no back door.

"--What is it!?

And there was a voice from the kitchen.

The owner of the shop, who seems to have heard the noise, popped out a delicious pizza in one hand. I don't suppose you didn't notice it while you were cooking it. To apologize to him, Huta lowers her eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Oyaji - things are a little broken!

The owner raised his thumb.

"I just wanted a grant from the state!

"I'm not breathing good air!!

Huta laughed to respond to the smile of the shopkeeper and stabbed one of the men in the ceiling with momentum.

I also got permission from Mr. Oyaji. I'll do my best. "

"Kh...!! Temee et al!!

5,6,7 that doesn't just decrease the number.

Huta blows up the men who are about to fly at the counter thoroughly.

From time to time, the man who ignores Futa and tries to harm the customer stops moving slightly, and at the next moment, the perceived Futa's heel is pierced, such a one-sided offensive.

Those rattlesnakes moaning and collapsing without a foot tread.

At first, the nervous guests gradually regained their calm.

"Almost there! Do it!"

"I'll call the guards!

"Actually, I'm as strong as he is."

Instead, a booming morale upsets the outer enemies.

If you can't take advantage of the number of profits, that's it.

It was that moment when Huta tried to kick the last remaining leader's man.

A blunt, loud burst sound like the sound of the earth.

Behind the lid - it echoes from the kitchen, and the lid turns unintentionally.

"Stupid."

The man's kick, which was thrown at his back full of gaps, was played by the fouter of Norlook, but there it was.

Izna and the pasta on its way. And the man laughs at Futa, who cares about the safety of the bard girl.

"Hahahahaha!! There's only one entrance, so what's the matter?! You just have to make it!!

"--This is explosives?

At the same time, the strong smell that sticks your nose is murmuring.

"That's right!! We have as many of these as we want!! While Temee and the others are cumming here, there are friends from behind..."

"--hey, that explosive... that much?

There was a young man with a pasta on his shoulder and a girl in his arms.

It was as if at noon I was diving through the door of the shop and appeared here.

"Izna!!

"Izuna!!

The man opens his eyes to an intact man in plain sight.

"Hmm, why... the walls should have been enough to blow up..."

"Ah, it blew up. I'm not stupid, I get it. You put a lot of them together, didn't you? Thanks to this, we all used it to block the wall. It's just... you think I'm going to die like that?

"Brr...."

Izna raised her eyebrows and took a provocative look, so she noticed.

"You must be the one who was rampaging in this store the other day."

"----Temee!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Put the girl down on the table and Izna scratches her head.

"Is he challenging someone who couldn't beat me?

What the word means is that everyone understands the boulder.

Gu, the man who bites his teeth goes one step back, two steps back.

It's a report.

Yes, murmur individually to distract you from the remorse of defeat.

He left the fallen behind and disappeared behind the swing door.

Shit, can I let you go?

Pull the sleeve of the lid you're trying to chase.

Looking back, there was a fake sister with a winning expression, as usual.

"It's okay. Because."

"What?"

"That's all I have to say."

I don't know how to say it.

Looking around, you can see the fallen men. About 30 people have folded their bodies and are struggling to enter the narrow shop.

There was also a man who said he had gone to call the guards.

The fact that this noise is happening, I'm sure the guards will protect this shop too.

When Futa exhaled, she looked around again.

"Izna-san, this is so cool!

"But don't tell me you're strong!!

Futa was strong too! You're the one who goes beyond that!!

After all, Izna was surrounded.

Ah, and Futa tilts her neck.

Though I thought I worked hard on the boulder this time.

--Besides, I didn't want a compliment. I'm not mistaken about that. However, there was no reason to feel the difference with that man.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever taken all of them with me.

After all, do you need a thoughtful dialogue in front of your enemies, and say a word to Huta who can think about the futile thoughts of the late peace.

"Well, wasn't it cool?

Looking down at her voice, the girl with her hands on her hips was laughing.

"- Really?

"What should I do with my heels surrounded? This is what you do."

"Ah yes...."

There are some things that are not easy to understand.

If this is good, it is not no.

"Thank you for your help!!

And then...

I lowered my head - the ponytail shaken.

Keep a lid on your unfamiliar hair that rounds your eyes.

I raised my face at the beginning of this incident.

Ah, ahh

Its crystal-clear beauty resonates everywhere.

The guests surrounding Izna also looked back and laughed at Futa.

"No, thank you, Futa!

"I may not be very happy!

"Don't forget to thank me!

"... ahh"

--Cool and not bad.

Oh, my God. I'm not saying it's the same as when I was in Colosseum. They just didn't think that Futa would be happy to be surrounded and praised for thanking her.

They are thankful enough to thank you enough to press on.

Because it is a fouta that does not show joy for the gratitude, there are less natural and praiseworthy voices saying, "If the benefactor is not happy".

However, that by no means adds up to those who feel bad about him.

Rather, it is because of that attitude - unlike Colosseum, cheers do not disappear. Always, when adversity strikes, a voice will emerge recommending him.

Twenty customers in this narrow store don't say it's all in the world, but steadily, surely Fouta won the "fan", he doesn't know at this time.

I know, there's only one girl next door laughing.

That's all right, now.

"- Okay, bye."

Although it is in the noise of this shop.

Until the guards arrive, let me know a little bit about the situation.

Yes, Izna told me that she somehow demodulated it - there was a poet girl.

"Pasta Pomodoro"

"Nh, what?

A girl approached, pointing to Izna's shoulder and telling her.

"That's the spot for the motorcycle."

"Ah yes...."

I leaked a little like my fake brother.