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

--- The cheer blows up.

Whoa whoa whoa!! "Dedicated Prayer" with Bob in the reward box, dropping out here!!!

Don't get angry every time I ask your name, really.

That's not what I'm talking about!! For the first time in the tournament, the qualifiers have exceeded their rewards!!

A pasta that grips the fist and spreads the reality to roar.

Next to that, Huta proceeded with the commentary with a leisurely margin as directed by her.

The taste of this Pomodoro brothers and sisters will not fade even as the tournament progresses to the real battle.

Words spinning through the crowd's cheer also bought the interest of the finished drawers.

That's right. To be honest, I can say that Draza and the others won the operation. "

A plan? It's not a comparison of strength and strength?

Of course, I'm not denying the strength of the Black Cat Bandit or denying the privilege frame. On the contrary, especially Droza was able to break through a round with her hands down. "

Oops, this is a very quiet venue.

If you don't want to reveal it here in your hidden hands, you'll have to put on a hat again painfully and joyfully.

Where does this narrative blow when you buy attention in such an arena?

No, like that, this sister is guiding.

Just to defeat the offer, hide my hand... eh, this is a terrible dark hose hunch!!

For the people who have seen the qualifiers, it will be more serious. Hahaha '

In that case, I can hear a pathetic laugh.

The dialogues are likely to be heard in half as interesting as being trapped in everyday life, but the meaning changes when the champion releases them.

I guess so - there must be a threat that could hit us next.

If he doesn't know what's in Draza's hands, he'll be in trouble.

And yet, as usual, it's as if there's nothing wrong with Futa.

Mmm! It's not funny! Are you okay, oniichan!?

If you say it's okay or not, it's okay. Yes, if you insist. "

The margin is strong and dependable in the eyes of the public.

And for pasta, it's also fun on the Prospectus.

─ I'm looking forward to it.

Gradually, he was wearing the style of a king.

--The pasta house.

Should we call it the poem of the red season?

Beautiful stars blink in the sky after sundown and a pleasant dinner.

Night time when the cool bug tone plays so gently that it doesn't disturb people's sleep is an unexpected and comfortable one.

Futa, who walked into the garden, enjoyed the sky with her blurry eyes, and the sound with her ears, and thought a little bit about the fighting sword ahead.

The first round broke through properly.

However, Futa herself predicts that the real future lies ahead.

I'm not worried about the combination with Libra, but today I saw a lot of "bonus slots" matches.

That is, know-how in tag matches.

Futa is by no means experienced. Rather, this game format is closer to the first time.

If one of us drops out, we lose, but that's all we have to say. Its strategic nature is not a single-match ratio.

A style that forces local combat by creating two one-on-one pairs.

Styles that combine and flirt well, making two against one and chasing them down.

There are many other things - today alone, we know that everyone is thinking about different strategies.

In that regard, Huta and Libra are just pushing.

I can say I don't mind because I can win with it. But I did feel it now.

Efforts to win. The desire to win the championship. That heart of winning.

Each of them has a strange feeling of going beyond the foot.

It wasn't strange and painful.

He was aware that he was not in a hurry, but more enjoyable than that.

"... I don't want to lose."

Still, one day the words of pasta will come and go.

A truly popular gladiator is a loser.

Keeping winning is never the right answer.

That's what she said, and she was shocked by the words.

It is true that I was halfway there, no matter what my efforts were.

Of course, with her subsequent production, both strength and popularity were able to win a real victory, so the suffering was not paid off.

Just, yeah.

That's why.

It is also true that those who threaten their strength are much more excited than they were in the Colosseum.

"I don't want you to lose yet."

Was he awake?

"Sleeping a lot later than you."

The sound of crushing and stepping on the lawn.

The footsteps leading from the Mansion are light and narrow.

I knew who it belonged to before I could speak up.

Worms are so annoying.

"Really? It's so comfortable to hear... it's like a battlefield at night when you hear sounds from around you."

"You have no sense. I think there's something else."

"Why?!

Adjacent to her laughing shards.

Two in the garden at night. I don't have to think back about when.

─ I will never put your burden on you.

The day I found out about beautiful flowers.

Glittering eyes next to each other, the blue eyes grabbed Uta like looking up at us.

What?

"No, it's nothing. Uh, don't bump into each other tomorrow."

"... I see. Ked, it's usually like this."

I wonder if something like "Pom Pom Pom" and "Eyroon" comes out.

It was Rosa and Bill and Ben who survived the qualifiers.

Although it is certainly unexpected in itself, it can be said that the qualifier slots prepared so much were lost in an instant.

That's why I put Ayroon on the lookout - and then Futa talked like a little bone grabbed her throat.

If Pasta looks at what's going on, he shakes his head loosely.

"No... because I knew him."

Ah, flux, huh?

"That's right. I didn't think so."

I'm so glad you're here.

"Well, it's not like you don't have money.

Really?

I've worked with the Treasurer before.

I was thinking about the possibility that Richter would make things easier for me, just as Futa bought a lot from Lilac.

From the point of view of Huta, it doesn't seem to be a strange story.

"It felt pretty solid from the beginning. I hardly ever talked about it."

"... I see. It's true that there were too many unstable gladiators."

I can't deny that.

Prim, Izna, Iroon.

"But if you're smart, so is Iroon.

"I can tell by looking at the clothes as if they were my own. Flux uses a pretty good fabric."

"Didn't you usually drop the money at the bank?

………………

The eyes of inquiry pierce the lid.

As soon as she leaned her head, she shook her head loosely.

"No, nothing. I was just curious."

Say it.

When you need it.

In a lightly decorated statement, Futa dropped her shoulders.

I put it back on track.

"I had no contact with Flux in particular."

"Yeah."

"From the beginning, I was subtly avoided. I've never talked to her, but she didn't even try to talk to me."

"... so?

"It didn't change in Spectacular. So maybe I'm not the reason he came to this city."

"... the judgment is subtle, but it's also possible. It sounds pretty over-conscious to me."

"Instead, I felt unconscious, but I overdid it because of the Primes and Izna."

"No, it's your fault."

"That's what you're saying?

That's right, but that's how I murmured.

Because the purpose of Izna and the others was Futa, it was self-consciousness that made them feel excessive. Nevertheless, I can't blame them because it's because of what Futa did.

Nevertheless, that is not the point.

"... Prim told me. If you look at it like this, there's something I think."

"What do you think?

"... Colosseum, what's happening now?"

Looking up at the sky as if it were a reflection.

"... all but one of the major classes who had the right to challenge the champion, including me, left Colosseum."

Seven!?

That's right. Now Colosseum's entertainment revenues are taking a fatal blow. "

The words of the princess of the glorious night come back to life.

I didn't think you were lying, but it wasn't realistic.

However, I don't think there is anything I can do to make it look different.

"There must be someone supporting Colosseum alone..."

I see. Was there any surprise in the abandoned place?

"I didn't throw it away, I just got kicked out. Not yet... nostalgic, huh?

When asked if there is any practice, Huta shakes her head.

Regret piles up, but I don't want to go back.

Colosseum is such a place for Futa.

"Sometimes I think about it."

"What happened?"

"I wonder what would have happened if you had run that place."

"... heh. They say cruel things."

"Cruel?"

"Anyway, here's the story."

When she saw pasta, which she didn't really run or was about to run, she glanced at the stars with distant eyes.

"... well, yeah."

Hmm?

"At least you didn't have any spectacles.

"... I see. That's true, too. Then you don't have to do it."

"Suicidal guy."

Hmm, snorts her nose.

If Pasta - Beatrice M. Olba was the owner of the Colosseum of Huuta's time.

None of the trajectories spinning so far would have existed.

That's where Futa is banished - where Futa is an unpopular king.

So, hello.

And Beatrice M. Olba is not interested in what to say. I don't want to be interested.

"Well, that's all you can do now.... sure, why don't we do it someday?

"What are you doing?

"If Colosseum is down, we have a chance. That's when you can line up your shoulders with the traditional Colosseum."

"... shoulder to shoulder?

"You can do anything in an exchange match. Didn't I?"

Pasta laughs invincibly at the breathtaking lily.

"That's what I'm talking about. And finally, the spectacular number one for both famous and famous evidence. Besides... aren't you refreshed too?

"Pasta, you."

"Well, even if I think about the future, I'm afraid I'm going to lose to you."

She waves her hand and turns her back to the night sky.

I still have a lot of work to do.

Huta tells her back that she can't take any more time off.

"Thank you."

"Anything else? I don't suppose you'd be in trouble if you were to wipe the game with such a sentimental feeling.

"Yes, yes. Maybe so."

Futa laughed back at her mocking smile.

Face the two of you for a while with a pasta that looks like it was poked in the face.

She burst out of nowhere, laughing and shrugging off.

"Go to bed now, too. Tomorrow I'll be in trouble."

"Ah... good night."

"Good night."

The usual greeting was kind of sneaky.