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

"Stupid dog."

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

"... is that absolutely weird?

The innermost box seating for about 4,5 people.

That seat, which was almost becoming a premium seat for the Fouta, was the same as the members surrounding it today.

When the girl sitting next to Huta tells her dissatisfied lips, Huta leans her neck with her face.

"It's all right, because I can eat like this."

That's right.

"I don't mind either...."

Turn your gaze backwards from the girl who doesn't seem convinced.

When Huta was sitting facing away from the center of the shop, a beautiful singing sounded on the stage just in the middle.

Lute in the name of the restaurant "Taberna" Lute, played by the previous owner. The beautiful voice of Mirabelle G. Gringott, a girl with the same thing, captivates everyone who listens.

Recently, it is also known that Futa often shows her face, or she has never been surrounded by it. Rather like a celebrity who occasionally comes to play, Lute is already decorated with a scroll depicting his signature.

It should be noted that the high position above the scroll is decorated with the Izna pencil hanging shaft, and it is necessary to feel the sincerity of everyone in the "dining room (Taberna)".

Too open-minded, with zero bitterness.

Izna herself laughed at the pressure of the store when she saw the decoration.

Whatever.

Therefore, it is well known that Futa will come to the store and Izna will come to the store, and there is only one thing hidden because the whole store is boiling with the beautiful voice of Mirabelle.

That's...

"I don't think it suits a boulder."

"That's not the problem."

"Maybe so... then don't stare too slowly..."

Her eyes turned away - I can't see.

Can I say that the glasses were all black? What she was wearing were glasses like those used by blind people to hide their eyes.

And it's the hood that wears it.

There was a girl hiding her face completely out of sight.

"Well... the last stage must have been too good."

Izna sits face-to-face laughing at her favorite meat pizza.

"Indeed, there was always a greater cheer than when Fouta Pomodoro decided to win."

Why are you stirring me up?

"Sedition...? In fact."

Shit.

And next to that, there was a mochisuke sipping grape juice all the time.

--And they're right. The woman next door is the bomb right now.

Pasta, which became very popular in the alley, was not very popular, but was unable to walk through the streets of these civilians.

I came up with this disguise.

"That's ironic... I can't believe you're going to hide after all."

It was impossible to speak to oneself without thinking.

"So, where did those glasses come from?

"Oh, this? If your eyes get worse than a certain amount of time, your eyesight gets worse and worse. There are many things including that, my eyes. That's why the nobles who cared about it made it to hide around their eyes."

Slowly, as if the expert were pushing up her glasses, she murmured blurrily.

"I thought it would be useful to try it on when the sun is dazzling."

"Oh, so it's a business?

"It can't be...."

Phew, she sighs and looks at Futa like a fool.

"As I said, this is for people with bad eyes. - That's what everyone thinks. When I sold it as a sunscreen, everybody thought," It may be convenient, but I don't want to be seen like that. "

"I see... it's hard."

Well, thanks to that, it's convenient for disguising.

"That's right."

Besides, Futa thinks. She probably has tired, rough eyes right now, and this is the best way not to break Pasta's fantasy.

I don't talk about boulders.

"Nh, you're talking to me and Futa, Pasta."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Izna, who had already flattened a pizza, turned around and cut it out after placing an additional order.

This time, the other two responded to the pasta call.

I knew you wouldn't have to call me.

"I need to ask you a few questions about Colosseum."

"Are we the Colosseum Popular Team?

"Don't do this because it's going to be empty...."

"I'm out of the question."

"Isn't that different from this?

With a focaccia, Futa turned her sad face towards Izna.

I did blow it out, but that's why I don't want to dig into the past.

"--By the way, what happens when you're a popular team?

And, as I remembered, Izna and Futa looked at each other.

"Well, Minasse, Leather, Ocean?

"I don't think it's a reasonable place....."

"What, there's another candidate?

"If you think calmly, you weren't otherwise unpopular...??

Really? Except for the three of us, Prim and the boy came, and we're all dumplings now. "

Yeah, well, maybe.

Except for me, she was sighing and sighing.

"Well, that chattery guy is so popular... I think I understand."

"Oh, have you ever seen Pasta at Ocean?"

Well...

I didn't have any particular reason to say I'd seen you before, so I stayed out of my sight.

"Listen, I don't care if it's popular or unpopular. I'd like to hear a little bit more about my time in Colosseum."

Futa nodded to the pasta that shook her head.

Speaking of Izna, close your eyes with a little thought.

"... well, I guess so. I'll tell you what I didn't know."

Hmm, I think it's a subtle mistake, but that's fine.

My sister Pasta probably grew up without your brother telling me anything about Colosseum.

As she smiled ambiguously at Izna, who seemed to think so.

"So, what happened to Colosseum?

Asked by Futa while holding the appetizer, Pasta bothered to pick a few words.

"Hmm, when I asked you straight, did you do anything but fight the sword?

"Like the pasta on stage last time?

"It's not like that. It's more like a gladiator."

"You knew you were flying."

"There, shut up."

Oh, and a little pasta poking the little side of the man next door.

However, the forged flank was too stiff, and her arms numb when her elbows were bumped strangely.

"I think the" gladiator "could be useful, other than a gladiator... hmm?

"At least I can't think of anything. In other words, Colosseum was the only place to fight a sword."

Two men face each other with pasta like that.

"Why are you asking me that?

When asked, she snorts her nose with her little arm tied.

"Spectacular is not going to be the same as Colosseum. --In the first place, the number of gladiators is inferior. Besides... a normal sword can't beat Colosseum."

"... is that so?

Futa doesn't know why I'm so sure.

But the pasta seemed convinced.

"I think it was more fun than Colosseum just to keep you up to date. Or is that it? You want me to pull him even harder? I'm not stupid, I get it."

"No."

"... I see."

"Master, in a word, defeat is a boulder. Master"

Indeed, as Izna said, Colosseum did not have a system such as a fact sheet.

Only strong gladiators shred their knives every day. Speaking of which, that's all - that's all, Colosseum is the place to fight the best swords in the world.

"The best brand in the world" is something that can't be broken. The Holy Land of Fighting is the Principality of Colosseum. Then what should King Spectacular do in the future - perhaps the answer is "a new sword"... "

"But. I don't know what they're seeing that's complicating the rules."

"Besides, I still don't know why you're saying you can't beat Colosseum."

"― ― I can understand the motifs. At least as to the question of Fouta Pomodoro."

Oh?

Why can't you beat Colosseum?

I didn't expect it to pop out of her pants, but the three eyes focused on her.

Pasta kept her sharp eyes on her, just telling her to try it.

"The biggest thing is citizenship. Basically, the people of the kingdom's capital are more calm than the people of other countries. This is relative in terms of race and cannot be changed overnight. The Principality is a country with so many bloody temperaments that the soil of the fighting sword originally existed, and people from other countries attracted by the culture of Colosseum with a long history have also been gathered there for a long time. In other words, we simply lose out on the total number of people who would be interested in something called a sword."

"Gwaaaaaaaaaa!!

"No, Izna has exceeded her limits."

"Master. Master"

"I don't know anymore. Stop that spell!

The spell is Izna-san At least say magic. It's not a fairy tale. "

It was pasta shaking his head.

"But you're right. That's why we should make fighting swords more fun and easier to catch - Izna is right, it's complicated and doesn't reach the audience. That's why I was hoping that Colosseum would give me a clue."

"I see... unfortunately, there was no such thing."

"Looks like... I'm so jealous."

Sighs. Thoughts.

"But pasta. Is that what you think? Are you saying that the next sword is trying to do something different from the tournament?

"I hope so. Entertainment should always be fresh. But don't compromise audience usability."

Pasta is troubled by mobilizing the knowledge gained from the books and experiences you have read.

Perhaps it would be better not to say anything extra to her skill as a trustworthy "manager".

Fouta had a thought there.

"If you're concerned about admission and reality, you might still be able to differentiate yourself enough, and you can't even lower the motivation of the gladiators."

"... that's right. No matter how interesting you do things, you can't mistake the nature of a gladiator. However, even if you make it eight hundred long, now the gladiators don't want to fight. Then no one will admire the gladiator and just slowly ruin it."

"Hahaha, pasta is tough.... actually, there's a Colosseum. It's not convincing."

With distant eyes, Izuna lowered her eyebrows slightly.

The fact that most of the [Eight Flashes of Heaven] left Colosseum because of Huta's resignation is still a shocking story.

Although Ocean was another reason, Prim, Izna, and Iroon ran out looking for Fouta.

Perhaps some of you have stepped off the stage of Colosseum to think about the possibility of being disturbed by the eight hundredth century.

The more I thought about it, the harder it was to say "new sword".

I had a lot of fun with the qualifying Battle Royal.

"Hmm... I can do the qualifiers, but it's a waste of time to do the main round."

"What a waste.

"With fewer gladiators, fast digestion of entertainment is not a good thing."

"... I see. If you think about it, yes."

"But if you're sure, it's a game format....."

A pasta that gently strokes your lips.

I noticed the sauce on my mouth when I clapped my cheeks a little red and wiped my fingers with napkins.

"Well... let's think from a different angle. For example, Lilac is trying to build a new culture by turning the game into a fighting sword. Including elements of the game before you."

"Behind the gladiators, the nobles take power over the land?

"............ the traditional culture of the kingdom is not very clean..."

To put it mildly, the game in front of you was used as a means to settle disputes peacefully. It can be taken for granted that there was some sort of rush in the background.

"... I'm against that."

Well, I don't think I'm motivated.

"That's not true. It's a much bigger story.... Fighting a sword is a collision between the strength of yourself and your opponent. I don't want to put anything extra in there."

"Well, then, it's not a good idea to fight for something in the first place."

I see. At least I am. "

"I thought it would be quite interesting to grab resources and team up like a board game....."

And pasta raised her face there.

"... board play"

"What's wrong?

"... what did you say about the roots of the sword, Futa?"

"Yeah, I told you."

"The sword fights in King's Landing aren't for you."

Eh?

Pasta with a raised mouth corner tells me.

It started with stopping the war.

I recall the bitter memory of myself launching Huta as a representative of the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

But as a result, the talk of invading neighboring countries with France disappeared, and Lilac launched this spectacle to lay the economic foundation.

"What? Stop the war with a sword? I hope it's peaceful."

"What are you talking about, Izna? Rather, we're going to have a war."

"Hmm?

Not enough gladiators yet.

That's why it's not like playing on the board.

For example, if it's really small.

"2 on 2... How about that?

Pasta shouted with joy.

A table that opens its eyes to surprise and silences.

"--Love, Flower Heart. I love it, it's the best in the world ♪"

"By the way, pasta. Mirabelle's been singing like your song. It's all about girls."

Looks like you need training, that stupid dog.

Futa stopped in a hurry when her face turned bright red and her fist trembled and stood up. This is like a real appearance from behind.