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

--It was raining that morning.

Will it go up in the afternoon? Or will it come down till night or tomorrow morning? He's not familiar with the weather, he has no idea.

It's just...

I looked at the mud at my feet and thought it would be a good idea to moisten it any more.

Shizukuzuku, which conveys the hair on the forehead, drips.

If you lift your face up nervously and hold it back to stroke wet hair, your vision will be much clearer.

Only the sounds of loud rain and the occasional relentless grains that jump into my eyes are terribly depressing.

Still, he shook up the Gladius he was holding.

I'm busy.

I hope to go up during the day, and there is no time for blurry rain lodging in the house.

I hope to go up at night, and there is not enough free time to shift my schedule and get to work.

Not to mention, hoping to go up tomorrow morning and cancel today. You can't make such a decision.

I can't. I don't want to.

Ignoring his tall gaze, he waves his sword in the heavy rain.

Alone, keep training.

As long as it's routine, as long as it's routine, it'll never break.

I've been practicing every day since I was told the tournament was about to start.

I am still alone now.

I don't feel lonely about it.

Training is for your own good. No more or less.

I don't think I'm quitting.

Believe that it is the right of the noble to show their backs at all times.

Hold your breath and finish pretending.

Richter cleaned up his daily workout menu with a well-timed voice.

"... I'm gonna catch a cold.

Looking back, there's only one girl in sight.

Oh, just say one word and take the towel that was offered.

Richter sighed small.

"You, today."

"Ahahah, I'll do my job! Leave it to me!"

Put on an unchanging, naive smile.

Still, Richter narrowed his eyes to the "weakness" in his eyes.

"Hey, Prim."

"What do you mean?

That smile doesn't suit me.

"... no, good. At best, stretch out."

Yeah.

Just say one word.

Richter ordered his squire to prepare the carriage and set up his own support.

Richter looked back at her as she was left behind.

Somewhere I was lonely - staring at a rainy garden with no one there.

― ― Arena Spectacular.

"Rain!!!

The voice resonates well with the baritone voice.

There was a man who was in a good mood for getting off the carriage or putting on a luxury boot and plunging into a puddle.

Whether you jump into the square in front of the arena like a leap or not, or if you widen your arms big enough, this spectacle will appeal to you completely.

He snapped his fingers over the white gloves and called out to the people who were still blurry in the carriage. Louder, too.

"Rain-yes, it's raining, Master Futa!! This is the first time we've met, this is our destiny!? How about watching the rain spectacle for the first time!?

Did you just say "Futa"?

and so on.

I don't mind people scrambling in the arena square.

As if he hadn't even heard him, he shook his big hand and called out to Futa.

"... certainly for the first time, but is it better if it rains?

"Of course!!

A man with a thumb sticking out has a hairstyle that is already wet and well set.

Futa, who got off the carriage as if she had given up, took an umbrella and went next to him.

"I don't have a sword fight today, so I won't be able to convey its charm to you to the fullest... let's go, let's go!!

"Ahh, I brought you an umbrella, so you should go in."

"Hahaha! This body is already moist and meaningless!!

"I'm not proud of you...."

Futa followed him on foot, as if he had given up, as he ran to the entrance laughing softly.

Now, discussions had already been held at the construction stage on the operation of the arena spectacular on days when there was no event.

According to the policy of the King's Capital side to make it a tourist attraction, it is a one-handed decision that it is not open at all except for the event day.

Therefore, the spectacular clubs on holidays were open to the public in the form of admission fees only.

Since there are many holidays after the tournament, it can be said that it is basically open.

That is why the opera that Gracial was involved in and the performances performed by other aristocrats created a negative image of "a day when I could not see freely even after being paid high money for some reason".

Apart from this, the content of the opera and the content of the performance were not bad, and it can be said that the promotion was not well done, and the response to the public who came to play was divided into all.

Once the resulting large deficit was forgotten, Futa lined up with a wet prince.

I finally came to the roof and left my umbrella with the chamberlain.

"So, Mr. Hula. Where are you going to look?

Well, I closed my eyes first.

This is the moment I entered the entrance.

Near the entrance, despite the annoying traffic. He stopped as a matter of course and closed his eyes and spread his hands as if he were the conductor or something.

Otherwise, the lid will follow.

Fortunately, it seems that there are no people coming in now.

Your vision is dark, only slightly.

The noise of a child sniffing in the rain and the noise of a customer and receptionist talking near the reception. - And the sound of rain.

"... this is..."

"Needless to say, Spectacular is designed like a bowl filled with cylinders. Speaking of beautiful circles, they are called ellipses - that's good. I would like to say that this high ceiling means that there is an audience seat on the other side. Is it properly tilted toward the field side?

Ah, ahh

If you ask, you're right.

The high ceiling is like a blowout through a royal castle. The wooden frame is designed as if it were a pattern, and there will be an audience seat behind it.

And the rain sounds that echo from the roof of the audience seat are certainly pleasant to this ear.

"I've taken some care not to let the rain get into the audience seat. Still, what's the matter with this heavy rain? Rain flows in no matter what happens so that the flowing water cannot be held down by the palm. Then let's enjoy the pouring rain. That's how it works."

"The sound of rain flowing like a river through the inclined ceiling.... sure, don't settle down with wonder."

"Fighting the Sword will stop on a rainy day. At least if you make a mistake, like fighting in the rain on a cobblestone, you die. In other words, there is no fiery fighting sword on a rainy day. On the contrary, why don't we stick it out for a quiet pleasure?"

"... is it because it's quiet that you can hear it?"

You know what I mean? The sound of the building, the silence of the claws. "

"... you're so stylish, this guy"

The rhetoric that imitated the building as an instrument and the rain as a player.

Not at all, but I can't talk to Futa.

"Now, let's go next!!

Ah.

It's just...

This tour takes you out in the mood to hear the charms of a still unknown arena.

Fouta was completely pulled in at the entrance.

Two people walked around in spectacular clubs for a while.

The waiters who were walking with them were seen to leave their umbrellas to their surroundings, but there they were.

"Look at the view from here!!

"Oh, I've come here to watch. Nice view."

Last brought was on the Spectacular Wall watching the spectators walking home on the evening of the final day of the tournament.

With pasta, watching the victory. This place near the exterior staircase is still fresh in my memory.

"I see, but on a rainy day, you'll see another world!

"... oh, this is..."

What Huta saw was people going home in the evening.

What I see now are people who come to spectacular clubs with umbrellas.

A pleasant smile is a vibrant expectation characteristic of those who are going to play.

It's also fun for an umbrella to line up like a bunch of mushrooms.

"What is Spectacular's role? I didn't know about the sword, though."

Hula narrows her eyes and looks down at them.

"It's the same as the theater. It is to exert all the energy of that expectation and walk home with a sense of liberation." It was fun, it was good, "he told the neighbors.

"... that's right."

It reminds me of a "manager's" dialogue.

"... 'A good' manager 'means... It's what makes customers feel good and pay for it."

"Oh, indeed, He is the Understanding One."

"I have to think not just about management, but about the purpose of building from that stage of building."

"Ah. All we have to do is risk everything for a purpose - even if we lose everything instead. That's the strong will."

Are you talking about magic?

"I'm talking about magic."

Hula, who laughed slowly, was as wet as ever, but her eyes seemed to be burning in the silence of the rain.

"Well... yeah. I wonder if I could at least enjoy the rain. I'm sorry to hear that, Master Huta, but that's enough for today."

"Oh, no, you'll be busy."

"It's sad. I just... want to live by doing what I want."

"I see....."

He seems to have much higher aptitude for spiders than himself.

"I have a carriage. You should be able to go back to the castle."

"Oh, thank you very much. Where's Hula?

"I have a place to go. My work as a wizard varies widely. Surprisingly, there aren't many people in the castle."

And when he left, Hula's back was refreshing and wet.

After somehow lowering her eyebrows, Futa somehow looked back at the arena from a high position.

The overlooked battlefield feels much smaller than standing there. Looking at the children running around enjoyably, Futa slowly descends a gentle staircase placed next to the audience seat.

Holes in the corner of the bowl are the exit of the descending staircase.

Turn your back to the arena and go down the tunnel-like stairs - another entrance than when you arrived.

Many entrances are mostly closed except on entertainment days.

Fouta got down and stood on one of three entrances that were open to those who wanted to enter the arena even on days without entertainment.

--This entrance was familiar.

I don't remember the sound of rain. I can't remember the darkness of this cloudy weather.

That day was a good day. And the sunset was pleasant.

Yes, it was my first time explaining that day.

In this entrance shop.

"Prim. I'll buy this one and this one."

Ah, this is me.

"Yes! Well, here's 770 gallons!

Huta raised her face to the voice.

And he whispereth, and behold the LORD of his familiar voice.

I haven't seen you in a while.

That's since she defeated at the tournament.

There are memories that Richter had zero blockages.

That's why I was thinking about hanging out with distractions somewhere next time.

I was surprised that she was selling the shop with a smile.

But I exhaled relieved that it was good.

And when I tried to speak up, I noticed.

And there was nowhere to be found that which he had on his back without letting go.