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

Fouta Pomodoro.

Rikuni is from Manchukuo.

A lonely warrior who mimics and surpasses the opponent's technology.

Winner of the 1st Martial Arts Games.

-- Spectacular on the Midway 1st --

--The pasta house.

"... um, what do you mean?

"Not against the newspapers, but I came up with an article that focused on spectacular gladiators."

He threw Randy on the sofa and grabbed him. Huta, who had repeatedly grabbed him when he threw him on the sofa, asked him out of his mind. Pasta rolled onto the bed and slapped his bare feet.

Somehow the majesty of the top of the Chamber of Commerce diminished day by day, and I felt that Futa was beginning to get used to this room, but that was it.

Because it is such a cute dress for the cool season, I think it would be nice to make wrinkles in the bed - there are various circumstances there, and he has no reason to know.

It's a simple story. I wish I wore cute clothes, but I think I overstretched him into the opponent.

That's all I'm talking about.

Leave it alone.

"Hmm...?

That's why...

From the pillow he was holding on his face, he lay down and looked at the lid.

The smelly expression seemed to be mixed with shame, and Huta leaned her neck.

Another pasta deal? and that question will be immediately resolved.

"In the meantime, I want to cover the first champion and spread the word on the second promotion. Of course, not just you, but other gladiators."

"I see... I don't know how it works, but what kind of questions do you ask?

"It's just a personal dig. However, it would be exciting if the gladiator could learn what way of life he's been living and why he wants to win. That sort of thing."

"Ah... is the logic the same as the commentary brother?"

"Rather, its super-compatibility? Well, only if he can read letters."

"Quite a lot, the kingdom."

"Well, yeah. Letters are easier than in other countries."

Description Aniki's presence.

It was the way Pasta finished before proposing how to raise Huta to everyone's favorite athletes at the 1st War Games.

Drawing on his good reading skills, he gained a position as a player to take the gladiator one step further and make it more enjoyable.

It would be similar to introducing athletes before admission.

Aside from the information this gladiator sees in his strength and battle style.

You won't even have to speak intimately, while you're in a quarantined seat and field. It's easier to support people because they feel like they're friends.

So let's take it one step further.

Well, it's an understandable project, and there's no reason to deny it even as a football player.

If there's anything that bothers me.

"Why are you so upset?"

"... well... yeah."

"It's mostly pasta business that you look like that."

Pasta, this is a case, too.

In my interview??????

As the clouds became suspicious, the pasta rolled its bed around against the frowning lid.

"Originally, the head of the pasta department said, 'Let's unveil Pasta's personality!! Three sizes!!!!" The first thing you do is you scratch me. "

"Is that the plan that came out of it?"

"In the meantime, I kept the idiot dry, but the meeting caught me by surprise."

Can you get caught up?

"... I know what you're trying to say. The point is that breakthroughs were created to personalize newspapers. It's not a bad idea in itself, so...."

"Being competent is a sin."

"Really. Yeah, I feel like I care about the truth."

Ha, and a little sigh of pasta.

I thought it was not a good sadness to drift from the back of a 9-year-old, but I kept it away from the boulder.

I decided to buy you a delicious cupcake next time.

Seeing him go to the cupcake shop, it was another story that his disgruntled brother talked about pooping for his sister in front of the media and in Spectacular.

"Somehow, I have a story that Spectacular's main focus is on fighting gladiators, not pasta, and if the stories that have penetrated into each gladiator's personality will live on in the future, this is the project."

"What about personalizing a newspaper?

"I don't work for newspapers at the Olba Chamber of Commerce. You also need permission from the state to sell one piece of information, and it is better to calculate and sell fashionable items than sell the information as-is in the first place. That is the norm until now. Just..."

"Just?"

What about a casual newspaper that focuses on "gladiators"? What if you can spread it like a whirlpool? ― ― It becomes a free information tool for the Chamber of Commerce to collect (pay) scrolling money in an instant.

If I called it a newspaper, I had to keep publishing what happened in King's Land and the Kingdom at a reasonable pace, and I thought it was exactly like that.

There are many necks that cannot be written to the detriment of nations or nobles. I went in for censorship and made little money.

But what if we only deal with information that does not require national permission?

Until now, there has been no demand anywhere, but now there is a "spectacular" that everyone is interested in.

If you make a specialty magazine that focuses here, there are business opportunities.

It was in the form that the top of the pasta department found it without trying.

"I see... so this... What is it?"

Spectacular on the Midway

"So I dig down the gladiator,"

That's what I'm talking about.

What a wonderful thing to think about.

The content of the story is understandable as long as it is explained.

However, from the unpredictable opinion from the pasta department, the meeting leading to this conclusion is a different dimension if it comes from Futa itself.

I can also say stupid opinions.

Read the essence on it.

No matter how sun-dried the creator is, it's time to be meaningful.

It's made up of executives and executives.

"If the handling is troublesome, it won't be."

I wonder if this is the boss who is rolling there in a swallow.

"So, when do you do that?

…………

The boss's blurry expression. His unpleasant gaze pierced the lid and he tilted his neck.

I shouldn't have said anything unhappy about buying.

She buried her mouth in the pillow and said.

"Now."

"Eh, now? With you?"

"I don't care if someone else tells me something weird."

"... well, that's fine. Don't make any notes. Can you remember?

"You're not smart."

"Ah... yes..."

That's fine then. Pasta doesn't do anything bad - it should handle it and make it an article.

That's why I didn't know what was causing her discomfort... but I figured it out at first sight.

"... uu"

"Why are you so hesitant?"

………………

Distract your eyes. Roll over and turn your back.

Come back again.

Looking at the wall in the direction that had nothing to do with Houta, she said.

"... what does your sister look like to Futa?"

"... what about...?

"I can't help it!!!!

The pasta bounced.

Sitting vigorously on the bed, she screams as she bangs on the duvet.

"Each gladiator is differentiated!! Your personality, your imitation, your champion, and Pasta's brother!!!!!"

"... that's what everyone in King's Landing wants to hear."

"That's right!! Ugaaaaaaaa!!

Well, you should've asked someone else.

"Ask someone else and I'll do it myself to prevent you from putting out weird scratches and saying extra things!!!

"... good night"

"Really!!!!!!!!!!"

After all, if she is the boss, she is no longer a member of the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

Then I knew it was an irregular situation when she went all the way to Futa.

While lowering her eyebrows, Futa thought it was going to be a lot of work.

― ― Are you an accomplice?

The warm pasta raised its face to the murmuring words.

Half irritated, half rational trying to calm down.

I've seen her look like that many times before.

"Hard work in the Principality of Colosseum... yeah, I was desperate alone. I wasn't alone when they told me who it was for. But I knew I was the only one fighting."

You can fight even if you're unemployed. I want to show it to people who were "unemployed" or "unemployed".

I worked hard with all my heart. But it was still a lonely struggle.

I didn't depend on anybody from me. Maybe there was a "life-saving existence." But Fouta refused. If we are to be saved, there is no point in working hard.

So they kicked me out - come to King's Landing.

I was saved from dying without going anywhere, in a real sense.

I thought I had a place.

--I want to be a champion.

I didn't think you were really going to make that wish come true.

--It's easier than exploring the eighth sea.

To make that wish come true again.

I wanted to make the throne I defended great.

It was the woman in front of me who gave shape to the wish of Futa.

"I felt a limit in the Principality. There's nothing I can do about it - it's just scattered. The Spectacular made me a champion thanks to the unique pasta."

……

"You really have to work hard instead of me. Keep your body tight. That's why I felt like I had to do my best, pushing my back. So, this guy..."

She looks at her with her eyes rounded and stunned.

"If they say I took the throne, they must have taken it with him. So I'm an accomplice."

……

Phew, she exhales. I fell to bed without strength and buried my face in the pillow again.

No way.

"I can't....."

"Yeah, no. Too honest and not heeled... pasta is smart, but not smart."

"Ah... I certainly had to think about your production. I'm sorry."

Yes, the scratching lid still didn't understand the story.

I told him honestly what I thought. That's why if you let other people hear about it, you'll get worn out.

Pasta thinks she was right to ask.

"About this question... yes."

Fu, loosen the corner of your mouth.

She laughs.

"I'll tell you what a pretty little sister is."

There is no need to tell anyone the answer.