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

Royal 1820. Sound season. King's capital Eisenhalt.

The weather is cloudy. We met that day in Spectacular and its surrounding nature park.

"Good morning, Fouta."

"... ahh"

Slow, tall teenagers walked slowly from the morning. Somewhat, it looks like an honorable man, whose rise, however, is overshadowed by his awkward and intense fighting spirit.

"Thank you very much for today."

Ah.

It was the beautiful sales leader of the Olba Chamber of Commerce who dared to interview him, but apparently he didn't reach under his nose.

Is there no other way?

His original career and his current role as "Princess's swordsmanship guide."

If you think about these things, you may be tired of seeing good looking women.

"Let's go!

But do not get stuck in it.

Although questions have already been decided, it is absolutely essential to secure stories that lead to sales as an interview team.

Regardless of what punishment you may be subjected to later, I will approach the essence of my brother's silent commentary, Huta.

― Spectacular on the Midway # 1 ―

- Fouta Pomodoro -

Rikuni is from Manchukuo.

The age is unknown. 189 cents tall, 99 weights.

Pasta Pomodoro's brother and former champion of the Principality of Colosseum. And - the culmination of Spectacular's 1st Martial Arts Games.

A well-deserved background to celebrate the first anniversary of this new project. Rather, asking who else to start would be a big challenge for the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

Spectacular on the Midway.

It is a feature that focuses on the personality of each gladiator active in Spectacular.

Why do they fight?

Why do they have to fight?

I would like to move on to their traits for the second martial arts tournament that we will be waiting for.

"Where do you usually go after this?

The most important thing about approaching identity is that he does the interview as usual, that is, in private.

"Train."

"... here?

Looking around, the hills are just spreading.

The nature park east of Spectacular is spacious.

It seems to be a place where there was a lot of noise on the day of the pasta party.

Indeed, Fouta designated this place for the rendezvous.

Which means I had a reason to call you here.

What is the "strongest" exercise?

"It doesn't have to be here. I have to get in the way."

"... can I actually show you a little bit?

Of course. Futa lowered her eyebrows as if she was in a bit of trouble when she asked about the sales based on her interests.

And he answers as he remembers.

"Let's do it until you stop."

"Stop...? I see."

It was only for a moment that I was anxious that it would not cut me.

He began to move lightly to loosen his body, and then slowly pulled out his hip sword.

Slowly lift it up and shake it down.

--Repeat that.

It was us who had been silent for a while on the very plain side of the picture, but soon realized.

Keep swinging your sword without shaking at all. And - it won't be over for a while.

Certainly, this is a good place to cut, or you can grab the back.

Silent and disinclined, he is a kind young man.

Nevertheless, there were some things I wanted to ask before I stopped.

"Where's that sword...?

"Is this it?

He groans with a cool face as he continues to pretend.

The blade is nothing serious, to say the least.

I have pride as the largest chamber of commerce in King's Landing alongside us. His sword, if I may say so with those eyes, did not seem very professional.

"This sword itself is not a big deal."

That said, the roaring sound of the wind is awesome.

Whether blunt or not, he will soon become a sword - we wondered if that's what he wanted to say. In fact, even if you said so, there was nothing else to be convinced of, and above all, if you are confident, it seems like you can write a story that is not bad.

But it wasn't.

"But I see. There's a knife to intercept.... I don't know when he'll be back."

The words were soft enough not to be on the way to waving the sword. And even a smile that wasn't like him, who had penetrated his dislike.

"It doesn't have to be this. Just that you have a sword... yes. Meaning, what? It's disgusting to rely on a letter."

"I see! That person is a gladiator you admit!?

I wonder if it's because the vectors are completely different from what I expected, and I've been clinging to a delicious topic.

From that excited expression of Reata, it seemed more than that.

I wonder. Is it a fever?

There are people who say they are waiting for him to defeat the kingdom's most powerful princess, defeat the most active gladiator in the qualifiers, and defeat the most feared gladiator and win.

For Rita's sake, he...

"... ahh. It's strong."

I simply answered that.

The workout was cut out there.

Everyone in the interview team was reminded that it was the plain stack that formed the root of him.

You don't take a break, you just don't get tired of it.

Its stupidity is grossly disproportionate to the brilliant title of champion. That's why we were sure it would be a story.

"So, where do you usually go after this?"

"It depends on the day, but it does. Let's go home today."

Fouta noticed a little rap.

It may be unconscious, but it seems to have been quite familiar.

That dislike is not bad as a champion statue. But actually, if there is such an expression on the back side, that's fine.

"Are there any other candidates?

Well then, let's eat.... but maybe you should go there and interview another gladiator. "

"... so much so?

If there is someone more worthy of the spot than yourself, don't hesitate to give up.

As was the case with the gladiator he was waiting for, he seemed quite modest against his background.

"... then, let me stop by for a moment."

"Oh, sure."

Such a humble place he wants to go. A place through me.

Each one of these is sure to feed the interview.

They were convinced to let Futa do whatever she wanted.

He headed another way off Main Street. I mean, it's a long-established street.

"Do you come here often?

"Yeah, but it's not like we're scattering that much."

That's what I tell him.

Indeed, the long-established street has a luxury shop lined up with goose heads and waiting for customers.

If you think about the prize as a champion, you'll be able to live a decent life - certainly not enough to scatter money on the street yet, the interviewers think.

"Right here."

Eh, here?

Moreover, the shop where Futa was lined up was a confectionery shop with a very sweet smell.

"... what an unexpected surprise. Do you like sweets?"

At this point, there was something that the interviewers already knew, but there it was. While being a little dusty, we continue the interview without hesitation.

"If you say it's bitter or sweet, I like it sweeter. Maybe it's sweet enough to match the sweets from this shop with the hot lemonade."

"What kind of analogy? You're starting to have a little heartburn.

The relaxed atmosphere and this sweet fragrance invites me.

Do you think it will be forgiven even if I smash it slightly? Reata's expression is also loose.

Huta shook her head small and said.

"--Well, there are people in the world who like that."

It's been a long time since I was fat.

"I thought so too... but I'd rather have a little more meat."

After a while, he had a bag of cupcakes in one hand with distant eyes.

"Welcome back, oniichan."

Cute!!!!!!!!!!!

... the idol pasta that appeared before us was the one that everyone loved, both heaven and fairies.

Even with that naive smile, Futa handed her the bag she was holding without changing her expression - no, she felt a little pulled, but it was probably her fault.

"Wow, thanks! Are you sure?

Whatever you want.

"Wow! - Corona!

A smiling posterior figure running back down the hallway with pleasure from the bottom of his heart.

It's worth living, isn't it?

"What happened? What happened?

"Excuse me, nothing."

What are you talking about that I'm not in charge of? Ms. Rita's gaze is also getting cold.

I decided to keep my notes quiet.

"This is where you two live."

It's a rental house, but it's huge.

That said, he also encouraged us to enter.

Walk down the hallway to the reception room.

"- Please."

"Excuse me, then."

Sit back and look around without worrying.

The flower bed outside the window was very beautiful.

"- So, may I ask you a few questions?

Ah.

He nodded to Rita's question.

While I was waiting for my meal, I was going to ask you some questions.

"About your sister."

Or...

"Of course."

It's only natural.

You're still very close.

I went out of my way to buy a cupcake. I suppose so. Looking at the reaction of the interviewer, Futa exhales one breath.

"Well... I don't know if I can compare it to my siblings in the world."

"What do you usually do?

"Eh, what..."

It would be so if I were to say a messy question.

But I didn't know how far to go even with this one.

Maybe you can hear more than you think, or maybe you can't.

Futa answered the question with such thoughts.

"--Are you playing with his stuffed toys?

"Such a cute thing!?

"Eh... ahh............. no, I don't think we can talk about this..."

I couldn't pick up the murmured words.

Lift up that stuffed pasta doll, and it's stunning because of the height difference.

... let's... let's go.

Now, more about pasta.

So, is it still for your sister that you continue to be a gladiator?

"... I don't know."

Huta said to distract him.

At that moment, this lovely maid serves his meal again. All of them have a fragrance.

"This is meat. This is also meat. This is meat, this is meat..."

"Yes, yes, Corona. You're a good boy. Come here."

Huta stood up in a hurry and took him out in the middle of the night.

Bhuu

"No, no, no, no, no. Don't break the atmosphere as much as you can."

"It was a maid's day."

"Let's play as much as we want later, huh?

"Even though samurai are busy, bububububububububububububububububu"

"Don't speak ill like that....."

Reata asks him when he comes back.

"What about her?

"Ah, it's my precious... uh, maid."

"... uhh"

It smells delicious again.

But I'll take it up on another occasion - a friendly maid, perhaps as a guest on Pasta's stage.

"... was that why you kept fighting the gladiator?"

"Yes"

Keep your hands on the meal as recommended.

All of these tasted like first-class products, not different from the scent.

It's a good thing Pasta is eating delicious food, but at this level it's the area that I envy the earliest.

I can't believe that that maid girl is making it. I wonder if the cook has it in the back.

"There's something I want to accomplish. I can't say that in detail, but if I'm not a champion, I can't."

"... you already have a goal. Was that something you couldn't do in Colosseum?"

…………

Thinking for a moment, he murmurs.

"I was alone when I was in Colosseum. That might sound arrogant... but it was only the strongest."

……

Dang, and Miss Rita next door shook a note.

"I can't see my goals. Even if there's a reason to fight, I don't even know if there's a way to make it happen. He was driven out in the dark.... that's pathetic, but that's me."

……

Spectacular?

Face up and tell him.

"I even welcomed you here. I appreciate that. There's someone who can lead us to the goal. Really, in that sense, she's a reliable sister."

"I see... you're still nine years old. Still, it's a big backbone to support you now."

I thought it might be too much to say, but Ms. Rita doesn't know the details. I glanced at how Futa would get out - but I was also surprised there.

Ah.

It was a quick answer.

"Without him, I wouldn't have thought I'd be a straight champion like this right now."

"... is it a brother-sister bond?"

That's why I accidentally asked.

Miss Rita was trying to say something, but I don't care.

What does Futa think of her?

I also wanted to be clear about that.

No, I wonder.

It's hard, and a lily that just puts its arms together.

The words are terribly natural and carefree.

"If you call this a brother-sister bond, maybe so. Maybe there is another way to call it. But that's not what I'm supposed to say."

Laughing in trouble, Futa continued.

"For me, he is. -" Cute little sister. "

……

That's what he says in his eyes.

It was easy to learn that there was more to it than "cute sister".

Well then, that would be good.

I can't complain about keeping pasta.

"Fouta"

Ask him face-up.

"What is Spectacular to you?

"Road, Kana."

This was also a quick answer.

Ms. Reata glanced at the question of closure, but it was there.

"For me, the path to my dreams. The path to the goal.... someone said it was the way to follow me."

Fouta Pomodoro.

Rikuni is from Manchukuo.

"From the top of the spectacle, the view is quite good. I can see the people who come looking forward to fighting the sword. For them, it's the path to a moment of pleasure. Spectacular is also a stage for fighting swords... and can be a stage for pasta-chan."

The skillful technique becomes "imitation", and it is extremely difficult to destroy the castle unless it is exceeded by skill.

"So Spectacular is somewhere connected - I think it's where they gather."

But its true value must be a genuine effort to make the technology certain.

"I've still got a fight in my life. We're still a long way from winning. But the people I've been looking forward to. If you have followed the path leading to the" Fighting Sword ", it seems that I would like to be the destination. It's something I never thought about before."

And I felt the frustration, but I went through the solitude of the late, but I wanted to cherish the present.

"That's why the support we received in Spectacular... still tells me to work hard on my journey. It's not just me. Spectacular must be a place like that."

Spectacular is not a place where dreams come true.

A place to make your dreams come true.

That's what Huta Pomodoro says.

The champion is still smiling in the middle of the road.