"I say Verns, who belongs to the Titans, part of the Sloughball league"
Are you kidding me, Slowball player is my client!
"Wow, you're a big body. Can I touch your arms for a second?
The president was making an innocently weird request.
"Oh, yes, go ahead..."
The athletes seem surprisingly happy. President Kerkel is going to touch me, not the man.
"Um, so what can I do for you...?
Let me get this over with.
"Yes, actually... I suspect some team is doping by magic..."
Mr. Varns whispered to cover.
The use of the expression doping would mean higher physical ability or something like that magical lineage. If the ball or coat gets icy, you'll know in a flash.
"I want you to grab evidence that I'm doing that doping. No complaints, proof that you can say you're doing it."
I see. You mean check if you're using magic that's forbidden in sports.
I know what you mean. It would be a clear anomaly if the enemy team had done that.
But there's something unnatural about it.
"Well, why don't we just ask the association to investigate?
I frankly asked Mr Varns that.
We are only one company focused on black magic.
If it's about getting involved in the whole league, wouldn't it be first to appeal to the Slowball Association and ask for an investigation?
But Mr. Varns laughed bitterly and nagged.
And then again, the president has stopped touching his arms and is back in his seat.
"There's no way you can do an investigation or anything like that where I told the association. Either way, it will be wiped out."
A look similar to giving up is drifting from Mr. Varns.
"Um, excuse me, why do you think that...?
I may have stepped in too much, but I was concerned that Mr. Varns was abandoning the association that far.
"It's an easy thing. This is a 'scandal' involving the entire sloughball. Because the association has no advantage in publishing scandals. There's no way they're going to do everything they can to make a difference."
That makes sense to me that the muscles are going through.
But soon another question arose.
"But the Slowball Association is also a job to solve the problem of Slowball...... Naturally, I think it's supposed to be a job to deal with scandals..."
Something bad can happen, so hiding it doesn't mean there's more to it than not working?
Then again, Mr. Varns smiled bitterly.
"It's true. It's a painful argument. I'd also like to ask the guys at the association. That's exactly the name of the association in front of the building. Just..."
Mr. Varns put his hand on his head and sighed.
Even though Gatai was good, the look of it looked very weak.
"The members of the association are retired athletes with good grades. I would never do anything to discredit the value of a sloughball. At least I try to hide it while I can."
"Oh well! You're on the same side as the one you're supposed to be checking!
There's no way you can tell a killer to give you proof that you're the killer, but you can't come forward.
This kind of thing is out of interest. It's not supposed to work without a third party.
"Looks like you're more of a member of the association or something with excellent grades in every sport. I don't think this is going to solve the industry's problems"
Even if the president doesn't know the rules of sport, he seems to know the structure of the industry.
"If you ask me, Commissioners are more or less the successor posts of those active in that sport..."
If we're going to be fair, we should let people who have no interest in that sport check it out, but if they have no interest in anything in the first place, it's impossible to be a commissioner.
At the very least, it would be an intellectuals who are very familiar with the sport or something.
But you know how many of them are, so you're going to be able to acquire as much back there as you want.
In the first place, if he's going to be detrimental to the industry, you just have to ask for a commissioner.
"Well... then, the checking function, it's not equal at all..."
"It is. The only thing I can do is get a third party that has nothing to do with the sport to see it...... Regards!
I finally understand the sincerity with which Mr. Varns has run into the Necro Grant Black Magic Company.
This guy's here because we're not connected to the sport.
Companies and organizations that are cordial with Slowball run a higher risk of getting wiped out.
"I have fought squarely and solely with my own arms. I'm not convinced that beats the doping guys!
Mr. Varns' voice grew louder.
"Of course, if you have no suspicion of doping, my distraction is the problem, so I'll just forget about this completely. I want to clear the sprouts!
Furthermore, Mr. Varns' words continue.
"Recently, I've been worried about doping magic, and it's even affected my play. I would like you to draw a clear conclusion. Even if you conclude that there is no doping, you can still concentrate on playing the best you can!
Oh, well!
Sport is the body's capital, but the mind - the mental aspect - is also very important.
Slight reactions and movements greatly dictate the game. It's the mind that shapes it.
So it is in Mr Varns's own interest to investigate and give answers.
President Kerkel reached out and held Mr. Varns' hand.
"I understand. I'll take that request."
"Thank you"
Mr. Varns seemed relieved, too. Abandoning someone whose president is in trouble is impossible first.
"Still, it's a big hand. Don't you have twice as many as I do?
Mr President, I am too interested in Mr Varns......