"Or was it ...... ......?

　To be honest with you, Leafy's memory of the time he came back to this waiting room from the battlefield after the game was almost a blur.

　The heat that enveloped the venue, the cheers that erupted, and the tension that faded from her own body.

　It must have existed as a memory, but it was fuzzy, as if it had happened a long time ago, or as if it was someone else's memory.

　But now.

　The cool air of the waiting room.
　In this place where I'm alone, I finally feel like I've come back to reality.

　With a sense of grounding, as if I had come back to reality.

　I'm ready to accept that what I've been through is the reality of what happened.

...... I've won.

　My fists trembled.
　My fists are shaking, and joy is flowing down my spine and into my body.

"Whoa!

　In the first round, I thought I was going to run away.
　In the second round, I had no vision of getting this far.
　But...
　I made it through the third round.

　I'm one of four people going to the finals.

　Before the opening ceremony of the tournament, I was supposed to get this far.
　It's been a long and heavy road.

　Four people out of 2000.
　It's not so hard to put into words.

　The fight to get here was an endless one for Leafy Lean Glide.
　Even though he had essentially only fought three preliminary rounds from start to finish.

I'm sure you'll agree. Go to ...... and have some fun for me.

　I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it.


...... Oh, I got it.


　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to try.










In the second and final game of the preliminary round, Izuna Sisiemczan was as good as her reputation!　Izuna Sienzan wins in a landslide!　He raised his fist in the air and looked up at the other side. She's not done yet, and she's going for the finals, she's going for the win!　I'm not going to lie, I'm not going to lie.
I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it'll be worth it.
You're right, big brother. But I wanted you to wait for a moment because I'm talking to everyone right now, and that's a normal thought!
I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.





The third and final game of the preliminary round--this is ...... am I dreaming ....... The scene is exactly the same as in the first and second rounds of the preliminary round. The only difference is the number of players. I'm not sure what to make of that.　Aylin B. Smiles, with parasol in hand, is a winner again today!
There's more to Arawn than that. I'm sure you've seen it.
"I guess he hasn't shown his true colors yet!　I'm really looking forward to it!
"......, you say nice things without realizing it. That's what I'm talking about. That's what I'm talking about.
"Yeah, which one?





I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. This is a true battle royale, and the only way to get into the finals is to be prepared. It was a battle of evenly matched opponents, a battle of wills, a battle of strength, a battle of blows. The last one standing is the true winner, the star of the guards, BOBOOOOO!
"That was a great fight. I'm sure Bob had the most fainting spells. ...... Maybe it's the will of the guards. No, it's really amazing.
I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.　I'm not sure what to make of it.









I'm sure you'll agree that it's a great idea.　The winners of the finals are...!
















　The winners of the finals are

　Leafy Lean Glide.
　Izuna Sienzan.
　Aylin B. Smiles
　Bob.


















　--Evening. Entrance to the arena Spectacula.

　There are many gates to Spectakura, and no single entrance.

　However, some of the gates are large and have information and stores inside.

　This is also the place where the opinions of the spectators are collected, and many spectators came to the information desk to take a questionnaire about today's game.

　In the midst of the crowded crowd, there was a lone figure, Futa Pomodoro.

　It was partly because that simple voice was the only thing that echoed all day.
　For many of the spectators, there was no angle from which they could see what he looked like.

　So, even if he came here on a whim, he was just an ordinary brother who didn't attract attention. I don't even have a sister, so I'm not even a brother. I'm just a regular guy.

　What he came here to do was simply to kill time while waiting for pasta - or rather, to feel the atmosphere of the spectacle.

　Pasta had given a good explanation of why he had chosen Futa to be the commentator, and today's commentary had received a good score.

　However, the spectacle had only just begun.
　The commentator was instructed to be knowledgeable not only about sword fighting but also about spectacle as a whole, so here he is, taking a leisurely stroll.



　But he didn't really know if the "explanation" was useful or not.

　If I can do something like that, I can do it.
　But, yes.
　It was all too easy.

　As an "unemployed" person, I had always assumed that I would have to work bloody hard to achieve anything.
　This was the first time I had gotten it. Even though Pasta was next to me, I was just talking without paying attention to anything.

　I was aware of the fact that she was the one who was talking about the topic and making it easy for Futa to talk.
　However, I didn't think that I was doing well even with her help.

　From now on, I will practice again and again, and finally I will be able to "look" good. That is the normal, usual me.

　That's why I found Pasta's "fair" score surprising.

...... Well, it wasn't bad for the first day, was it?　I'll have a note for you tonight. Thank you for your time.

　There was no full-throated snark, no unpleasant annoyance.
　I was taken aback by his words, and did as I was told, and went to investigate the environment of Spectacula.

　But was it really a good idea?
　Futa was looking at the crowds in front of the information center and the store, wondering.

　And. Then, Futa noticed something.
　Only the store there was unusually crowded.
　It might be a souvenir shop inside the entrance. Pasta had said that it would take some time for the individual players' goods to be distributed, so there would only be lilac dolls and goods that resembled her contessa.

　Well, maybe that's why there are so many people. No, I think it's rather small.　Are you taking the sales floor seriously?

　It took a moment for my mind to drift to useless thoughts such as, "Are you taking the sales floor seriously?
　Apparently, the store was not selling lilac stuff, but official Spectacula goods.

　These were the items that Pasta had complained about on the first day, analyzing that they were bought by people who came to see Spectacular, not Swordfighting.

　If you think it's not so good, you'll be surprised to hear that it's not so bad.
　Pasta also said that the people who buy the products after seeing the arena spectacle to the end are likely to be repeat customers.

　Management and analysis are difficult.

　Anyway.
　If that's the case, it's good that Spectacula merchandise sales are going well.

　Nodding and glancing over to see what they were selling, Futa peeked out from the side of the store - a little wide-eyed.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.
"Hey, hey, hey, you can do that!
I can do it!　I can do it! I can do it!　Watch this: ...... Yes, 1100 Gald!
You're finally starting to get it right, kid!

　In front of a crowd of people, a crowd of people, a crowd of people, a crowd of people, a crowd of people, a crowd of people, a crowd of people, a crowd of people.
　The girl who was selling was laughing with them as she went about her business.

　Her profile looked familiar.
　The straight nose, the two long, thin black tufts. The feminine form, the conspicuous attire of her homeland.

Prim, this one, please!
"Oh, you're here again?　Why do you have to buy the same thing every day?
That's not what a salesperson is supposed to say!
Well, ...... you can give them to your friends. ...... Here, 800 gourdes.
"Too bad it's a little different today.
Oh!　You're right, it's confusing. You can have 800 now.
It's 600 gourdes. ？？？？？？

　Prim Lancaster.
　I'm sure you've heard of it, but I've never heard of it. I'm not sure why she's working as a concession stand, but she's awfully popular.

　Of course she's popular. As long as there is no change in the products, it is safe to say that the only reason there are repeat customers is because of her.

　To be honest, she was one of the best-selling characters in the Tenka Hasen series in terms of merchandise sales.
　The beauty of her appearance and the charm that she has, even if it has nothing to do with sword fighting, attracts people to her.

　And if her sword was ridiculously strong and her fighting style was beautiful, it was obvious that she would be popular.

　She was laughing happily, and the audience was making fun of her. I'm sure they'll find out who Prim really is in the "finals".
　Maybe that will be fun.

　Putting himself on the shelf, Futa thinks about that.

　I don't know why he's a vendor, but if he's contributing to Spectacular's sales, there's no need to ask him now.
　That was when Futa turned on his heel to move to another place.

Oh, it's you, Futa!

　Apparently, the other side had noticed him.
　He waved his hand and was about to leave, but when he looked back and saw that all the customers were looking at him, his expression tightened a little.

　She continued, "You know, I've been thinking about your commentary today.

Today's commentary was great!　I wish I could have seen the game in person!
"You didn't see the game, did you ......?

　You're not watching the game?
　But before he could delve into it, the people around him moved.

"Futa ......?　Explanation ......?


You're my commentary brother!
I didn't know you were so naive!
If you're here, where's my sister, Pasta?
Commentator!　Commentary!

What the hell?

　Futa takes a step back, but the crowd surrounds him.

　I'm not sure what to say. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but I think it's a good idea.

　Commentary brother, commentary brother.
　He was surprised to see how many people remembered him, even if the name had become so common.

"Oh, I did tell you something today, but...

　You can't help it.

　--It was inevitable.

　Never in my life had I been surrounded by so many people - or at least, surrounded by people who looked at me with such fondness as they did.

"Commentary brother, we had a great time today!
Yes, we come here every day to see Prim, but today was fun!
Where's my sister, Pasta?
Where's my sister Pasta-chan? - Commentary brother, are you going to do that in the finals too?

　Yay, yay, yay.
　I don't even know how to deal with a crowd that's going crazy.
　But they seemed to be in a good mood, and they laughed and patted Futa on the shoulder, saying, "Oh, I see.

I'm sure they'll be in a much better mood.
We had a lot of fun today, thanks to you.
Where's my sister, Pasta?
Where's my sister, Pasta? - Oh, you're so pathetic when you're explaining!

　They chuckled and withdrew as if satisfied.
　I think there was one guy who was looking for the little girl with bloodshot eyes, but that's about it.

　You'll be able to find a lot of people who are interested in this kind of thing.

"Good night. Want some of this?
What's this?
What's this?" "It's a Spectacula-exclusive juice!　It's good!　I don't really know what it tastes like, so I just think it's grape juice.

　I took a sip from the steel cup he gave me. It was grape juice.
　I could feel the artificiality of the pasta, but it was enough to quench my thirst.

Thank you.
"Thank you" is my line. We've had a pretty busy day. Everyone said it was the most fun they've ever had.
Isn't that because it's the third round?
Well, I suppose that's part of it. But I've heard a lot about it from the customers too. "My commentary brother."

　Prim smiled happily.
　Leaning against the wall of the store, she looked down at her crossed legs and continued.

"That's a job only you can do.
It's a job that only you can do." "Is ...... okay with you?
"Haha. Yeah, I guess so.

　Tipping her grape juice, Prim nodded her head in agreement.
　Futa raises an eyebrow, unsure of his intentions.

　But... But he soon found out. The answer came out of her mouth.

The answer came out of her mouth, "That's usually what people say about you.
"......
"It's just easier to understand because you have a profession. The only things you're better at than other people are the things you can take for granted.

　The only thing I'm better at than other people is what I can take for granted." "That's why it's so hard to work at the store," said Prim, closing her eyes and making a face like it was a bad idea.

　What I'm better at than others. I thought there was no such thing in the world.
　Being "unemployed". Futa knows exactly how much of a weight that was on his shoulders.
　That's why he didn't think he had any talent, and above all, this "explanation" was just a byproduct of his own efforts.

I'm sure those who are good at "explanation" are those who are good at speaking. I don't know about Mr. Futa's. It's just a fact. It's not wrong because it's just a fact. If I were in the position of a player, I'd rather have Mr. Futa's commentary than someone who's not as good as I am giving me an amusing commentary.

　It's not a hidden talent.
　For Futa, this "commentary" is probably not an advantage over others.
　It's just... But in one sport, sword fighting, there is no one more qualified than him.

　If there were a "commentator" who was better than Futa, who could analyze his opponents better than Futa, and who could speak better than Futa, Futa would be out of a job.

　But the world doesn't work that way.

　Such a convenient existence does not just happen by chance.
　The world is a place where people with the job of "manager" are born in such large numbers that the balance is upset. In the end, it is just a system created by the world.



　That's why, for Futa, this place is .

I'll never admit it to you face to face, but...

　Prim smiles as she places a glass of grape juice from the bottle on the collection table.
　Prim laughs.

"It's not like I can't thank him for giving you a little space.
"......, you knew about this?
Well, it's kind of a long story.

　I think back to the day of the attack on the Orba Trading Company.
　When Prim was visiting Wind, she met Pasta, or Beatrix, again.

　The reunion was horrible, and I don't think that Huta's arrival was anything more than a coincidence of interest.
　Still, he expected to make a profit.

I'm sure you can understand.

　Thinking back to Futa's words the day we first crossed blades in King's Landing.
　I think back to his eyes on the last day we met in the Colosseum.

　It's no wonder that he's happy to see people's goodwill now that he's confused.


"Good luck, Commentary Brother!"
You're going to make it stick: ......
It's good, it's easy to call me that.

　"That's good, it's easy to call you that." Prim was smiling happily as usual, and Futa sensed something in her.

Thank you.

　"Thank you," he said.

"I don't really care.

　Prim also smiled happily.


　Backstage at the sword fight.


　A completely different exchange than the one we had the other day.

　A completely different exchange was taking place here in the capital Spectacula.