The room was filled with beautiful sunlight.
　The light from the window was beautiful and the birds were singing in the garden.

　A morning full of hope.
　The view from the window is so beautiful that you can't help but admire it.

"...... I'm going.
"Yes.

　The girl lifts herself out of bed and stares blankly at the world beyond the window.
　She is still in her nightgown. It was the first time the young man who had come to pick her up had ever seen her dressed like that.

　She was the one who never tired of coming to wake him up every day, even on the days when he had his own games.

　She was just looking at the clouds flowing lazily.

　Looking at her, the young man with his back to the door said.

"Aren't you coming to watch the game?
"......

　There was a moment of silence at the question.

　She doesn't even look back at the young man.
　He meditates for a few moments, waiting for her answer.

　The reply was a short one.

"...... No.
I see.


　Today is the semi-finals of the main martial arts tournament.

　Today is the semifinals of the main tournament, and your opponent in the first match is...

If it's ......, let's just lose and get back to work.
............

　Aylan B. Smiles.

　The girl in front of you is the one you lost to.

Yeah. Good luck.
It's empty.

　With those last words.
　Richter L. Klingbloom left the room.








　-Arena Spectacula.

Come on!
This way, this way!

　Outside the Spectacula, with its many huge gates, there was a large space for the crowds.
　The space was large enough for children to run around in, but it was a blank space that had only been created when the spectators were finally allowed to enter and trickle in.

　Until then, they had been unable to move an inch due to the sheer number of people. The children's mental distress must have been great.

　The place was already in an uproar.
　Even though it was before the start of the game, the crowd was still very enthusiastic, probably because they already knew today's matchups.

　The names of the fighters were inscribed on banners hung outside the spectacle hall.

"Match 1: Aylan B. Smiles vs. Richter L. Klingbloom.
Lilac M. Fangini vs. Futa Pomodoro.

　Both of them are a combination of players that they saw yesterday, or were told about yesterday by the crowd.

　So it was inevitable that there would be a lot of talk about who would win and who would be in the final.

　Some of the kids even wore hats with the Spectacula logo on them. If they are enjoying it so much that they can't wait to see it in their youthful minds, there is nothing more fortunate than that.

　As any "manager" will tell you.
　Children are not the longest-lived repeat customers. And.

　Many of the goods in the sales line were slightly different.
　Unlike the qualifying period, when the main items were improvised wooden fans, towels, and other light items, there were hats, feathers, and other items that emphasized repeat customers. A few pricey items began to dominate, and they were also selling well.

　From her point of view, it seemed to be a natural measure, but it was a theory that my brother, who was not familiar with it, could not understand.

　Anyway, speaking of peddling.

...... Well, I wonder if Prim is coming back.
I'm sure she had a game yesterday, but ...... after what happened...
But work is work. But work is work. Don't just skip it because you don't want to show your face.

　A corner of the crowd is in front of the concession stand in the entrance hall of the spectacle hall.
　Until the day before yesterday, there would have been a signboard girl working as a salesperson, but she was nowhere to be found.

　Although they knew that she was one of the fighters who had been invited as a "preferential quota". As of yesterday, she had been eliminated from the tournament, so she was no longer a participant.

　If you ask them which of them is their main occupation, they will understand that they are fighters, but the audience seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied.

"How can you just leave without saying anything? We're here to see you.
"Then don't come back. Prim doesn't work for you either.
Don't play nice. You've got to take responsibility for what you do.
This is the kind of guy that's evil. ......
Say it again.
You wanna come out?

　I don't care if it's one person at a time. A group brawl is a crime.


　As if to interrupt the buzzing crowd, a hand struck vigorously.

　What's that?" The attention was drawn to a girl wearing a tight butler's uniform.
　She fiddled with her pocket watch, brushed her medium bob hair out of her face, and glanced around.

I'm sorry, sir. Is there some kind of trouble in Master Richter's jurisdiction?
"What?
Oh, no, not at all.
Oh, no. It's almost time for Mr. Richter's game. Why don't you go to your seat?
Oh. ......
Okay. ......

　There aren't many people in King's Landing who can resist being told that they are under the jurisdiction of Richter L. Klingbloom.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　Her handling of the situation made perfect sense, and she let out a sigh as she watched them walk to the audience.

Oh dear. It's a lot of trouble, isn't it?
"Mr. Mion!
Excuse me, can you take a look at this for me?

　This time from the store.
　She turned around with her usual clear face and walked leisurely through the crowd. There was no one to stop her, and she was still managing the arena today.

Master Richter's match was about to begin.

　He looked at his pocket watch and shook his head.
　It's almost time for his squealing sister to speak.

"Hey, Mr. Mion. Isn't the entrance this way?
Yes, I know it.

　I have to finish my business before then.
　Mion smiled lightly at them and left the entrance hall.

　




...... is filling up.

　From the commentator's seat, you can see the whole area except behind you.
　At least as far as I could see, most of the hall was filling up with people. In the event you're not sure what you're looking for, you'll be able to find a lot more information on the web.

...... is today a good day?

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
　She seemed to understand the meaning of this incomprehensible question. In other words, she was wondering if she should not mimic her sister from the start.
　Yesterday, she had given a plausible reason, and had been theatrical from the start, as if she was trying to throw me off.
　It was as if he had nothing to say to me honestly.

　In response to his question, she tells him simply, as if it were an everyday conversation. She plays with the magic device, without even looking at him.

If you want a pretty sister, that's fine.
No, ...... is fine. ......
You don't look too happy about it.

　The quick exchange of words was an exchange that reminded me of one day.

I don't have a problem with that. As long as you keep your face normal.
Don't worry, you'll look more subtle in the act.
It's too unflattering to put in front of people. As a manager.
I'm gonna throw you out of the game.
Yeah.

　There's just something awkward.
　There's a wall-- no, not that kind of wall.

　I knew why.
　I knew what was causing it. She was a lot more tense or nervous than I was.

　But Futa shook his head.
　Yes, it's not that I want things to go back to the way they were.

　One look at the girl, and she was looking at the tournament site with a serious gaze.
　If it is my job to make the things she has built up to this point flourish.

　I have to make sure that her current thoughts don't take a bad turn.
　That's all you have to be careful about.

Pasta.
Hmm?

　For a moment, their gazes met.
　Futa said, just as he did at the opening ceremony of the finals.

"Let's go get our win.

　The reply was - meditation.

"...... "Our" victory.

　The words from last night come back.
　What's your win? When asked that, I said...

"I'm not giving you a free ride.
"Oh.

　When I stare at him, he smiles annoyingly good.
　What makes you so happy?
　I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.







"Hey everyone!　I'm here again today! Spectacular!


　What kind of greeting is that, Futa thought, but he held back.
　The moment she shouted that, there was an outpouring of "Pasta-chan" calls.


　It is amazing how Futa has become so popular in such a short period of time, but there is a simple logic to it.

　In the first place, the symbol for the people was Lilac M. Fangini herself, and there was no other idol that could be the center of the people.

　And it's also true that commoners can't raise their voices carelessly considering her sanctity, regardless of what's inside.
　Pasta-chan, a commoner's baby girl, has slipped easily into such an invisible demand.
　She is a very popular girl who can be easily approached.
　Pasta-chan, a cute little girl known to everyone from adults to children, has achieved the status of "Pasta-chan," and although she seems to be very unhappy about it, she is desperately trying to convince herself of the money that will be generated.


The qualifying round and the first round of the finals was a great battle!　But there's one thing we mustn't forget!

　But there's one thing we mustn't forget!" Her voice echoed through the spectacle through the magic wand.

The people who are left today are stronger than any of them!

　She continued to the cheers that erupted from the crowd.

Let the best fight begin!　The first martial arts tournament to commemorate the construction of the Royal Capital Eisenhart Arena Spectacula!　The semi-finals are now open!

　I'm not sure what to make of that.
　The semi-finals are going to be a lot of fun.

　The opening signal was loudly staged, just the thing to wake the audience up from their sleep.
　When they woke up, they could see the cards on the field.

　If the "continuation" of the game, which they were so eager to see yesterday, is right in front of them now.
　If the opportunity to take it as a reality has come now.

　The spectacle will be colored with the heat of your voice.

"I, Pasta, will be doing the play-by-play!　And the commentary will be by my brother!
"Well, I'll do my best.
I'll do my best." "Oh, you're so cute!　But ...... is fine with that. You stay the same ...... I'm glad you're a commentator .......
"What?

　It's a strange space where some spectators sympathize with Pasta's feelings, while others pity the confused Futa.
　It's a strange space. There were some Pasta-chan extremists who looked at the audience with a blank stare, but the event proceeded smoothly.

So, the notes are as usual. Let's make today a good day!　...... Now, big brother.
"Hmm?
It's time for the long awaited entrance of the players!

　On the field, you can see the matchup card.

　Aylan B. Smiles vs. Richter L. Klingbloom.

　While everyone was excited to see what the match would be like.

　With her voice, the gate to her left exploded.

　Stepping out of the smoke was a foot wrapped in a black boot.
　And a fluffy white dress and an umbrella the color of rusty iron.

The first match of the finals. The first match of the finals, beyond the vivid memory of the fight to the death, is the princess who builds a river of blood. What was the first round like for her?

　The one who walks forward has the same appearance of a young lady.
　I'm not sure what to make of it.

I wonder if she remembers what we saw as a fight to the death. Yesterday was yesterday. Today is today. Is today just another day for her to defeat the enemy in front of her?

　The soles of her hard boots tread on the battlefield.

The answer is no.

　The answer is no," she said as she closed her umbrella and everyone looked at her.

She enjoys fighting to the death every day. She told me about yesterday with the innocence of a child telling her parents about the day's adventures. Oh, that was fun. I'd love to do it again.

　The match with Prim Lancaster was vivid for the audience.
　Thinking of that horrible end, the audience was upset.

　I want to do it again.

　I wonder if that was the kind of fight that could be innocently described as such.
　Not to the sensibilities of ordinary people.

　More than anything.

　More than anything. It's because I'm thinking of the other girl who's not at Spectacular today.
　The heat of the qualifier is twisting in the wrong direction.
　Is this guy really okay? Isn't he a dangerous person?

　If it was just that match, but with this narrative, it's as if she's a woman who's really qualified to be a fighter.

'Let's make today a good day. That's what she said, as she stood on the battlefield. --She said!

　Here's the answer.


"I'll do the same to you. And...


　The booming curses.

　But she ignored them all, as if she hadn't heard them, and took off her dress.

The mountain of corpses and the river of blood lead to the sea!　If they see you, they will sink you!　If you don't want to be taken care of by the song of repose, you'll have to take up arms and defeat the crazy princess!　Aylin!　B--smiles!




　The hand armor, and the armor around the feet.
　The rest of her body is exposed, in a style that resembles upper and lower underwear.
　The tattoo on her side is IB. She brushes her hair away as if she is not interested in anyone but her opponent, and the shouting accelerates. 　　


　But it wasn't the play-by-play, nor Aylan, but the gate on his right that instantly contained the momentum.

It was the second game of the finals. In the event you've got a lot of time, you may want to take a look at a few of these.

　I'm not sure what to make of that.

The turning point will be the first match of the finals. The turning point was the first game of the finals. Prim Lancaster, his own follower, was defeated. But the loss itself was unavoidable because of the difference in ability, he said.

　As Arawn raises the corners of his mouth sharply, he walks forward with his usual cool expression.

I'm not sure what to make of that. It's a well-known heroic sword technique. As he gently touched Gladius, he said to me. I'm not going to deny Arawn's fight. He said that he had no intention of denying Aylan's fight because he, too, was a swordsman who could defeat his enemies.

　The sound of his shoes echoing in the distance is enough to draw people's attention to him.

But...

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　But Aylin looked at Richter with a look of genuine amusement in his eyes. You'll be able to see the determination in his eyes.

"He said. 'But,' he said, 'it's a fighting sword. He said, "But it's a sword.

　The crowd cheered loudly.
　Loud cheers from the drum and fife corps and Richter calls.

"I'm not denying Arawn. But I won't let you deny Prim. That's why. That's why I came up here!

　I'm not sure if you've heard of this, but I'm sure you've heard of it.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.　This is the right of the nobleman!　Only a nobleman has the right to wield a sword for his squire.　Richter L. Klingbloom!


　In the midst of the overflowing cheers of the crowd and the overwhelmingly Richter-leaning air.
　But the two men on the field were completely unfazed.

We've been watching the game. It's going to be a lot of fun now.
"Oh, well. I don't care what it is.
Oh. Oh, my.

　You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.

I'm not trying to avenge you. You and I are not so different creatures when it comes to taking up arms. Prim is just more lenient.

　Arawn raises one eyebrow at that comment.

I think so too. --But then why did you make Prim your squire? And?

　--"But why would you stand by Prim's side and hold the blade?

Do you know what ...... is?
Yes, I do. If you could help me.
Okay. It's easy.

　For me...

He made the fight fun, and I don't want to leave him behind.




"Semifinal Round One: Aylan B. Smiles versus Richter L. Klingbloom!



I don't want to leave her like that. Aylin B. Smiles. ...... It's so sweet, it makes me want to vomit.
"Lander Style Dueling License. Richter L. Klingbloom. ...... I agree.



The match is on!



"But so what?
"Let us chant until we sink and fizzle!