"Fun Men's Club.

　It was a noisy morning at Klingbloom Manor.

　The maidservants and secretary, Mion, were as usual.
　The guard, Prim, was not the cause of the commotion, and the person who was unusually the center of the commotion was the head of the house, Richter L. Klingbloom himself.

　It was almost noon at the eleventh hour.
　The place is the spacious and luxurious ristorante-like private room of Richter.

　All the windows were open, and the room was bathed in the light of the fresh seasonal sunshine.

　In such a room, Richter tells me.

"To begin with...

　Knowing that he was attracting a lot of attention, he stood up from the sofa and crossed his arms.

"It's not like I'm on vacation. It's not exactly a vacation, but you know how I like to make the most of the time I'm forced to take off around noon.

　He glared at the people gathered at a table on the floor, which was about the size of Richter's body, and said.
　The man sitting closest to him nodded.

"When you're busy, the occasional day off is invaluable.
"You're the only one I don't want to hear it from, pimp.
Don't you think that's a little harsh?
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to help me.
Don't cry. ...... Yeah, it's my fault. ......?

　"Don't cry.
　In any case, here was a champion who was not treated like a person.

　And you felt sorry for him.
　He was joined in speech by a stalwart who held up a hammer axe that was propped up on a nearby couch. A light thrust on the ground would be enough to attract attention.
　Richter, who is just barely worried about not piercing the ceiling with his blade, is acting normal today.

"Well, I'm not stupid. I understand. The best use of it would be to have a shot with us, to celebrate!
No.

　Richter's kick.
　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

............ Are you leaving?
Don't lose motivation just because you missed a point. ......

　The glue guy hurriedly stopped.

But it's true that it's a pre-event celebration, right?　That's why you invited me to this gathering. I'm so nervous I'm going to choke.

　The man in the cowboy hat who was half brought in by Izuna, the hexenbiest hunter Arrows, said that.

I've come to a hell of a place. The house of the Lord Treasurer in this country is as beautiful as a new house. He could have taken one of those expensive vases and no one would have noticed.
It's like a new house.
"Wow, it's nice to be rich.

　I'm not particularly jealous of you, but I'm simply jealous of you, Arrows said.
　In fact, the motive for challenging the martial arts tournament was the prize money of 50 million gold, so he is a man with ordinary sensibilities. He's a bit adventurous, but that's probably unavoidable when you're a hunter.

　The problem is that there are men who find that word extremely stressful.

If I had money, I wouldn't ...... be struggling so much!
"Oh, oh?　What's up, Lord Treasurer? Are you having a b*tc*ing contest today instead of an eve party?
"Kaaaaaaaaaa!!!

　The birds in the garden fluttered in unison at the sound of his strange voice.

　The barbarian in charge of Mochisuke in the garden tilted his head and wondered what was going on.

　Even though Richter's grateful initial greeting was completely destroyed, the hexenbiest hunter just brushed off his long hair.

"Well, whatever. The pizza's going to get cold.
You're not the least bit nervous. ......

　You're not the least bit nervous.

I'm nervous, my face is as tense as if I were riding on the back of a runaway Great Shamballa Pegasus. That's wind, and that's air. It's like that.
You know, you're another one of those guys who's got an interesting story to tell. ......?
No way. The only thing I've got going for me is that I stole a Flame Dragon egg from a nest, mistook it for a boiled egg, brought it back, and it hatched in the union exchange and got me in trouble.
That was super funny.
I was so proud of my hair back then, it was like the hair between my legs, hahaha.

　He is a very cheerful man when you talk to him.
　This was almost the first time Futa had ever had a real conversation with me, but he seemed surprisingly easy to talk to, and I breathed a sigh of relief inside.

　He seems to have been born in a western country, and jokes like this are the basis of daily talk in that country.
　I don't plan to go to the West, but now my hurdle to go there has been raised.

He said, "By the way, this pizza is made with a lot of Genocide Eden Snake fillets. I've salted it so it's good. It's good food for us hunters.
I think I heard the name of another ridiculous bakemon.
Genocide Eden Snake, right?　I'm not an idiot. I'm not an idiot, I know what I'm talking about.
I'm not stupid, I get it.　At most, it's just a tunnel for kids to play in.
It's still big enough to swallow a standing child.


"Yeah, I'd love to fight one of those!

　Yay, yay, yay.

　Three men enjoy pizza and wine while ignoring the organizer.

Hey!
What's up, Mr. Richter? This snake is so good.
You'd be remiss if you didn't try it. It's your day off.
"Don't be shy, if you drink the wine with the snake, the snake will swallow you whole.
That's not the point!

　Richter slams the table.

"Oh, come on, Lord Treasurer, let's be smart about this.　I'm not going to ask you for pizza money if you're in financial trouble.
"That would be great.

　Richter with a refreshing smile.

...... Wrong!　I'm not the only one who called you guys!　I'm talking about the spectacle of earning that money!

　Richter loses his temper.

　You're a clever man.

"Oh, come on, Champion, you're a bad influence. You can't call me a funny guy in front of all these people. I'm ashamed I got a little carried away.
What the hell does that mean?　What I'm trying to say is...

　I don't know how a pre-dinner greeting can get dragged into this.
　I have a lot of things to say, but I'll hold back and stick to my original intention.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'll try.

　Futa, Izuna, and Arrows look up at these words.

　Futa says.

I'm planning on it, though.

　Izuna nods.

I'll do the same. That's obvious.

　Then Arrows asks.

Is there a prize?
The same as last time.
I'd like to see a second or third place if I could. I'd like to see a second or third place if I could. When you see how far out of step these guys are, it's human nature to want to see reality.
"...... That's what His Highness said. Let's think about it.
I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

You guys were the focus of a lot of attention in the last fight. You were the focus of attention in the last fight, and it's going to be different if you don't show up. Now that you've said that, I have a few things to say to you.

　Richter nodded, having accomplished one of his goals, and Izuna interrupted him.
　When Richter nodded, Izuna interrupted him with a genuine question, which I wanted to say to him, "Later.
　When Richter prompted him, he asked the expected question.

"Why this group?

　Leafy Lean Glide and Aylan B. Smiles. Izuna assumed that there must be other people he wanted to talk to, like Prim, who was outside babysitting.

　But Richter shook his head loosely.

"Listen, Izuna. What's the time?
"What?　I'm not stupid, I know. It's your break time.
That's right. This is not work. --There are some people you don't want to see until they're ready to take a break.
Well, Aylin can be a pain in the ass.

　It's not just him, Richter wanted to say, but that's not the point.

　Futa asked.

But Leafy is fine, isn't he?
"He'll talk to one of you three more than me. I mean, let's face it, it's exhausting, so we decided to have a men-only gathering today.

　Leafy was in for a world of misery.

　And then Arrows noticed.

"Well, in that case. Wasn't there someone better to call than me? Or did you just find your favorite leg and go crazy like a beetle sucking on sap?

　Poor Bob.
　His notoriety was well known among the swordsmen.

　But it wasn't Richter who answered the question.

Ha ha.

　The calmest man in the group, who was sitting in front of him, smiled.

"You think I'm going to let you sit here?
"Oh......, this guy was a mentor to the victimized princess. I'm not going to let him get away with it.
It was an accident, but ...... he could do it again.

　It's not that I don't like Bob, and I still talk to him on a regular basis, but the crime was just as serious.



　Poor Bob.

"Well, the qualifying round is open, so if you want to go, you can.

　Richter followed up casually.

"So. Let's keep talking.

　We'll get back to it.
　Richter finally sits down on the couch and looks at the three of them as he sips on his pizza, which is already starting to get cold.

As Huta may have already heard, it has been decided that the second tournament will be played in a two-on-two format.
"Oh yeah, again.
"Huh. ......

　The one who rolled his eyes was Arrows .
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not.
　He rubbed the bridge of his nose a little, as if he were Futa's sister.

　He was nine years old, but he was doing his best to make up for the fact that he had been protected by Futa, and he was resourceful and, above all, smart and cute.
　In Izuna's mind, Pasta's reputation continues to grow infinitely, as some tomato siblings don't know.

　It's another story that Futa suffers when Izuna asks him for advice on how to raise his "sister".

I'm not going to go into the details of the format because it hasn't been decided yet, but there's one thing I want to say to you guys. Work with the right people.
...... Why did you bother to tell me that first?
It's simple.

　"It's simple." Richter continued without hesitation.
　Futa, Izuna, Arrows. Look at their faces.

"You've already gained popularity. This is coming from a picky little girl, but it's always more fun to see familiar faces in action. In other words, I'd rather see you guys team up with people you already know than have you lose quickly because you can't find a good partner.
Isn't that going to be another one of those things that destroys new talent?

　Richter nodded in response to Arrows' question.

At the very least, there will be more people in the same number of games because of the two-on-two format. The number of people you can see in spectacula simply increases. So I'm just asking you to take that chance. And...

　Just in time, Richter looked at Arrows.

"We're going to have another 'special offer'. Depending on the performance of the pair of you, Arrows, you may be entitled to it.
"Oh, I see. That's why you came all this way in the first place.
"So don't tell anyone about this yet, basically. At most, keep it to the people you're thinking of partnering with.
"Yes, sir.

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

"Okay, okay. I'll take care of it.
I don't care what you do, as long as you come back to report it.
That's fine too. This is going to be fun. ......

　That's all I wanted to talk about.
　Richter finally began to enjoy his drink and pizza and lowered his eyebrows slightly, "You're getting cold ....... I told you so,......," said Arrows, who was also feeling lonely.

It's a good idea to eat what you're served quickly. No one is going to be happy.

　It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your money.

I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

　And.
　It was then that Futa had an idea.
　It was just a curiosity. When he asked the question with the intention of just asking for reference, the man replied with a disturbed look in his eyes.

Why am I in this?
"What?
Oh?
No way, Lord Treasurer!

　Apparently, Richter was the only one who was thinking about what a fool he was.
　Richter was a little surprised that not only Futa, but also Izuna and Arrows were surprised to hear him.

I'm busy.
Mr. Richter, I'm sure there are many people waiting for you.
"Oh, come on, what a waste. It's a shame you're so good.
That's right. I didn't think the Lord of the Treasury was such a cold pizza kind of guy.

　He was a piece of shit.

　So I sniffed.
　Say what you want. In fact, I had a feeling that the three of them would nod reluctantly. Work is important to a man. Even the glue guy here feels guilty about not working.
　Or should I say a sense of responsibility. It's nonsense to throw away what you're doing, at least for people like them who have lived by themselves.

　I also thought that this was the end of the story, as long as I could make rational decisions and think logically.

　So.
　That's why I didn't notice it until just now.

　Today, I had the windows open. A pleasant sun was shining in.




"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

　Richter's frown deepens as he realizes that he's in trouble.

　The white girl and the tall girl standing next to her peer out the window.

　Richter quietly closes the two open windows.

"I'm sorry, but this is a women's room.
"What?

　At the same moment, the barbarian threw the closed window open, and Richter was blown backwards.


It's so slow!　You're all part of the fighters, aren't you?

　He was caught by Futa and Izuna, and shouted.

I'm not a swordsman!　I'm not a fighter! I don't have time for you!
Mr. Richter.
What's the matter, Futa, now I'm interrupting your rest--

　He puts his hand on his shoulder.
　With a gentle smile, he pointed at the clock.

"It's the end.

　--The recess was just about over.