--It was raining that morning.

　Would it stop by noon? Would it stop by noon, or would it continue through the night, until tomorrow morning? He had no way of knowing, not being an expert on weather.

　Just.
　I don't want to get any muddier than I already am, he thought, looking at the mud under his feet.

　Dripping through his bangs.

　I looked up with annoyance and brushed my wet hair all the way back to clear my vision.

　The deafening sound of the rain and the occasional raindrop in his eyes were annoying.

　Still, he raised the gladius in his hand.

　He was a busy man.
　There was no time to sit idly in the eaves of the house, hoping for a break in the day.
　I don't have enough free time to shift my schedule and work, hoping that it will go up in the evening.

　You don't have the free time to shift your work schedule and hope that the rain will come back tomorrow morning. I can't make that decision.

　It's not that I can't. I don't want to.

　Ignoring the stares on his back, he swings his sword in the heavy rain.
　Alone, he continues his training.

　As long as it's part of his routine, as long as he's made it part of his routine, he'll never break.

　The training he's been doing every day since he was told the tournament was starting.
　I'm still doing it alone.

　I don't feel lonely.
　Training is something you do for yourself. Nothing more, nothing less.

　I don't think I'll ever quit.
　I believe it is the right of a nobleman to show his back at all times.

　Catch your breath, finish your swing.
　When Richter finished his daily training menu, a voice called out to him at just the right time.


"......, you'll catch a cold.


　He turned around and saw a girl in his sights.
　You'll get a cold," he said, accepting the offered towel.
　Richter let out a small sigh.

You, today...
"Haha, I'll do my job!　I'll take care of it!

　I'll do my job!" He smiled as innocently as ever.
　But the weakness in his eyes made Richter narrow his eyes.

"Hey, Prim.
"What?

　I'm not sure if you've seen this before.

"...... No, thank you. No, no, no, no. Hang in there.
"Yeah.

　That's all they said.
　Richter ordered his attendants to prepare the carriage and prepared himself.

　Richter looked back at her only once, as if he had left her behind.

　He gazed out into the empty rain garden, looking somewhat forlorn.













　--Arena Spectacula.

"Rain!

　His voice was a resonant baritone.
　As soon as he got off the carriage, a man in a good mood plunged his expensive boots into the puddle.

　As soon as he leaps out of the carriage into the arena square, he spreads his arms wide as if to claim the spectacle as his own.

　He snaps his fingers through his white gloves and calls out to his companion, who is still sitting idly in the carriage. In a loud voice.

It's raining, Mister Futa!　Isn't this the first time, isn't this a meeting, isn't this fate!　Isn't this your first time to see the spectacle of rain?

　Hoota?　Did you just say "futa"?
　And so on.
　He didn't care that the people in the arena square were buzzing.
　As if they didn't even hear him, he waved his arms and called out for Futa.

I've never been to ...... before, but from the looks of it, rain might be a good thing?
"Of course!

　The man sticking his thumb in the air is already soaking wet and his carefully styled hair is soaked.

　The man who sticks his thumb in his face is already soaking wet and his hair is soaked.

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I've got an umbrella, so why don't we just go in?
I've got an umbrella.　I'm already soaking wet, it's pointless!
It's not a place to be proud of. ......

　It's not a place to be proud of," he said, laughing as he ran toward the entrance, and Futa followed him on foot as if he had given up.

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　Given the capital's policy of making the arena a tourist attraction, it would be inadequate to keep it open on non-event days.

　Therefore, the spectacle hall was open to the public on holidays, charging only an entrance fee.

　Since there are more holidays after the tournament, it can be said that the spectacle is basically open to the public.
　That's why the days of operas involving Gracials and performances by other noble groups had a negative image as "days when you can't look around freely after being charged a lot of money.

　This was not because the content of the opera or the performance was bad, but because of the lack of promotion and the way the public was treated.

　Leaving aside the fact that the result was a huge deficit, Huta stood alongside the soaking wet nobleman.
　Finally, he came to a roofed area and left his umbrella with the attendant.



"So, Mr. Hurrah. Where do we start looking around?
"Well, well, close your eyes first.

　That was the moment I entered the entrance.
　The moment he entered the entrance, he stopped as if he were in command, despite the fact that he was in an annoying place near the entrance. He stopped as a matter of course, closed his eyes and spread his hands as if he were a conductor or something.

　Futa obeyed as if he had no choice.
　Fortunately, no one seems to be trying to get in right now.

　My vision went black, and then only briefly.
　There was the sound of children squealing in the rain, and the noise of customers and receptionists talking near the reception desk. And then--the sound of rain.

." "...... This is .
"Needless to say, the Spectacle is designed like a mortar hollowed out of a cylinder. It's not a beautiful circle, it's more of an oval, but that's okay. What I mean is that this high, high ceiling means that there are spectator seats on the other side. It slopes down towards the field, doesn't it?
"Oh, yeah.

　That's right, if you ask me.
　The high ceiling is like the atrium of a royal castle. The wooden structure is designed like a pattern, and there must be spectator seats behind it.
　And the sound of rain echoing directly from the roof of the auditorium is certainly pleasant to my ears.

The sound of the rain echoing directly from the roof of the auditorium is certainly pleasant to my ears, though I have taken some care to keep the rain from entering the auditorium. But still, it's raining so hard. Just as you can't hold back the flowing water with your palms, the rain will flow in no matter what. So let's enjoy the sound of the rain. That's how this works.
"The sound of rain flowing like a river through a sloping ceiling. ...... It is indeed strangely soothing.
"The sword fighting is not for rainy days. At the very least, fighting in the rain on cobblestones will kill you if you make a mistake. At the very least, fighting in the rain on cobblestones would kill you. So let's try to find the joy of silence.
"......, the sound of silence, you know?
You know what I mean?　You know, the sound of the building, the tranquility.
...... He's so stylish.

　The building is a musical instrument, and the rain is the musician.
　The building is a musical instrument, and the rain is a musician. It's a little too much for Futa.

Now, let's move on!
"Oh.

　Just...
　This man walks out in a good mood, and we hear about the charms of the arena that we didn't know yet.
　Huta was completely drawn in by the entrance.


　The two of them walked around the spectacle for a while.
　The way they left the umbrellas in the hands of the attendants was quite ostentatious to those around them, but that was about it.

"Look at the view from here!
"Yeah, I've been here before. It's a nice view.

　Finally, I was brought to the top of the spectacle wall, where I had watched the spectators on their way home on the last evening of the tournament.
　With pasta, chewing on the victory. It is still fresh in my mind that we talked here, near the external stairs.

"I see. But on a rainy day, you'll see a different world!
"...... Oh, my.

　What Futa saw were people returning home in the evening.
　What we see now are people coming to Spectacula with umbrellas.
　The joyful smiles were those of vibrant anticipation, characteristic of those who were going to play.

　It is also fun to see the umbrellas lined up like a cluster of mushrooms.

What is the role of the spectacle? "What is the role of the spectacula?" I didn't know, not knowing the fighting sword.

　"I don't know what the role of a spectacle is," Hura says, squinting down at them.

It's like watching a play. It's like watching a play, where you have to let the energy of anticipation dissipate to the fullest and then walk home with a sense of freedom. Talk to the person walking next to you about how much fun it was, how good it was.
...... Yeah, right.

　I am reminded of the words of a certain "manager".

I'm reminded of a quote from a manager: "...... "A good manager is a good manager. " 'A good manager makes his customers feel good about paying him,' right?
"Well. You're a very understanding man.
You have to think about not only the management but also the purpose of the building from the very beginning of its construction.
Yeah. All we have to do is to risk everything for the purpose - even if we lose everything in return, we will achieve the purpose. That's the strong will.
You're talking about magic?
It's about me.

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I'm not sure what to say. I'm sure you've enjoyed the rain at least as much as I have. I'm sorry, Futa-dono, but that's it for today.
"Oh no, you're busy.


It's a shame. I just want to ...... live my life doing what I love.
I see. ......

　He seems to be a much more suitable pimp than I am.

I have a carriage ready for you. You should be able to go straight back to the castle.
"Oh, thank you for coming. Where's Mr. Hurrah?
I've got some business to attend to. As a mage, I have a lot of work to do. Surprisingly, I'm rarely in the castle.

　I'm not sure how much time I'll be in the castle.

　He lowered his eyebrows and looked back at the arena from a vaguely elevated position.
　The battlefield he looked down upon seemed much smaller than the one he was standing on. Squinting at the children running around happily, Futa slowly walked down the gentle stairs next to the bleachers.

　A hole in the mortar was the exit to the downward stairs.
　If you turn your back to the arena and go down the tunnel-like stairs, you will come to a different entrance than the one you came to.

　Most of the entrances are closed except on show days.
　Futa landed at one of the three entrances that were open to those who wanted to enter the arena even when there was no show.

　--This entrance looked familiar.

　I don't remember the sound of rain. I don't remember the darkness of this overcast sky.
　It was a beautiful day. And the setting sun was nice.

　Yes, that was the first time I did commentary.

　At this entrance kiosk.


"Hey, Prim. I'll buy this and this.
"Oh, I'll get this.
"Yes!　Well, this is 770 Garde!


　Huta looked up at the voice.
　I've not seen you for a while..." he muttered, and looked at the owner of the familiar voice.

　He hadn't seen her in a while.
　That is, since she was defeated in the fighting tournament.

　I seem to remember Richter saying that she was feeling depressed.
　That's why I was thinking of taking her out for a distraction at some point.

　I was deeply surprised to find her smiling and working as a vendor.

　But I let out a sigh of relief.

　Then, as I was about to call out to her, I realized.


　The spear that he had been carrying on his back was nowhere to be found.