Fouta Pomodoro.

　Born in Mangan Province, Ritsuryo Province.

　A lone warrior who imitates and surpasses the techniques of his opponents.


　Winner of the First Martial Arts Tournament.




　--SPECTACULAR ON THE MIDWAY #1.














　--Pasta's Home.

...... Well, what does that mean?
"Well, it's not like we're going up against a newspaper, but we've been thinking about doing an article focusing on the Spectacula fighters.

　In the event that you've got any questions, you can contact us at the web site.

　I'm not sure what to make of this.

　You can find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.

　It's simple. It's nice to wear something cute, but she doesn't want him to think she's overly dressed up for him.
　That's all I'm saying.

　Anyway.

"Hmm. ......?
"So?

　So?" You turn your face from the pillow you were hugging on your face and look at Futa.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　Is this about Pasta-chan again?　That question was soon answered.

We're going to cover the first champion and use it to promote the second one. Not just you, of course, but the other fighters as well.
I'm not sure I understand the ...... effect, what kind of questions are you asking?
What kind of questions are you asking? But it would be exciting to find out what kind of life the fighter has lived and why he wants to win. That kind of thing.
I'm sure you're not the only one.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea.　Well, only if you can read.
There's a lot of people in the kingdom.
Well, yeah. It's easier to read than other countries.

　The existence of the explanation brother.
　This was the method that Pasta perfected in the face of the challenge of how to develop Futa into everyone's favorite player in the first martial arts tournament.

　Based on his skill at reading, he took his place as the one who would take sword fighting to the next level and make it more fun for the audience.

　The same could be said for the introduction of the fighters before the entrance.

　Other than the visual information about this fighter's strength and battle style.
　You will not be able to talk to him intimately, even though you are in an isolated audience and field. The fact that you can feel them as if they were your friends makes it easier for you to cheer for them.

　So let's take it a step further.

　This is an understandable plan, and there is no reason for Futa to deny it.

　There are some things that bother me about it.

"Why are you so frustrated?
".................. Well, yeah.
It's usually Pasta-chan's case when you look like that.
It's a Pasta-chan thing, too.
From what I've read, it's ？？？？？

　I'm not sure what to make of this.

I'm not sure what to make of that.　Three sizes and ！！！！. "Originally, the head of the Pasta-chan division was like, 'Let's publish Pasta-chan's personality!
That's how this project came about?
I let that idiot dry in the sun for now, but things got surprisingly tangled at the meeting.
I don't want to get into trouble.
...... I know what you mean. I understand what you are saying. The point is that a breakthrough has been achieved by privatizing the newspaper. The idea itself is not a bad one. ......
Competence is a sin.
Really. I think it's the truth, I don't know.

　I'm not sure what to say.
　It's not the kind of melancholy that should be wafting from the back of a nine-year-old, Huta thought, but she didn't say anything about it.

　He made up his mind that he would buy her a delicious cupcake next time.
　It's another story that he was seen buying the cupcakes and became a topic of conversation in front of the media and at the Spectacle Club, talking about how his unsociable brother was doing something for his sister.


I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on in the future.
"What about making the newspaper private?
We don't deal in newspapers at the Orba Chamber of Commerce. You need to get permission from the government to sell even a single piece of information, and it's more profitable to sell something that's popular by calculating its value than to sell the information as is. That's the way it's always been. Just.
Just?
What if it's a casual newspaper focusing on swordfighters?　Something you could spread around like a flyer?　--It would be a free information tool for the Chamber of Commerce that would pay for the scrolls in an instant.

　If it was going to be called a newspaper, it had to keep publishing things that happened in King's Landing and the Kingdom at a reasonable pace. Or, more accurately, that's what I thought it was.
　There are many bottlenecks, and you can't write anything that would be detrimental to the country or the nobility. There was censorship, and the profits were small.

　But what if we only dealt with information that did not require permission from the government?
　Until now, there was no demand for such a thing, but now there is a "spectacle" that everyone is interested in.

　If we create a specialized magazine focusing on this, we will have a commercial opportunity.



　The head of the pasta-chan division found out about it by accident.

"I see. ...... So, what is this. What was it?
"Spectacular on the Midway.
And you're going to delve into swordfighting.
That's the idea.
That's what I'm talking about.

　I can understand what you're saying as long as you explain it.
　However, the meeting itself that led to this conclusion from the outlandish opinions of the pasta-chan department is on another level from Futa's perspective.

　You can make stupid opinions.
　Then, I read the essence.
　It is a meaningful time, no matter how much the originator is dried in the sun.

　It's the executives and the people who make it happen.

It's a pain in the ass to handle.

　I guess it's the boss who's just lying there.

So when are you going to do the interview?
".............

　The boss's scowling expression. The boss's scowl pierced Futa's gaze and he tilted his head.
　I'm sure I didn't say anything to offend you.

　Burying her mouth in the pillow, she said.

Now.
"What, now?　With you?
I don't want to leave it to someone else and have them say something weird.
...... Well, that's okay. How can you remember something without writing it down?
You're not as smart as you think you are.
Oh, ......, yeah, .......

　That's fine. Pasta won't do anything wrong - or rather, she'll handle it properly and write about it.

　That's why I couldn't figure out the cause of her displeasure, but ...... I knew why from her first words.

".......
What's with all the hesitation, right from the start?
"..................

　Look away. She rolled over and turned away.
　Then he comes back.
　She glared at the wall in a direction that had nothing to do with Futa, and said.

What is ...... your sister's existence like for you, Futa?
What about ..................?
You can't help it. ！！！！

　The pasta bounced.
　I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

I'm not sure what to say.　Your personality is your imitation, your champion, and your brother ！！！！！.
I think that's what everyone in ...... Wangdu wants to hear.
That's it!　Aahhhh!
Then why didn't you just ask someone else?
I'm doing this in person to prevent you from ragging on me or saying unnecessary things if I ask someone else!
Good night, .............
Really, ！！！！！！！！！！.

　I'm not sure what to make of this.

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

　It was a very difficult role, Futa thought, lowering his eyebrows.

I'm not sure if I'm an accomplice or not.

　The pasta, which had been warmed up by the muttered words, raised its head.
　She was half annoyed and half rational, trying to keep her cool.
　I've seen this expression on her face many times before.

Her efforts at the Colosseum in the Principality ...... were alone and desperate. If you ask me who I was fighting for, it wasn't for me alone. But I was still the only one fighting.

　"I knew I could fight even if I was unemployed. I want to show that to other people who are also unemployed or used to be unemployed.

　That's what I was trying to do. But it was still a lonely struggle.
　I didn't turn to anyone for help. Maybe there was someone who could have saved him. But Futa refused to do so. If he was going to be saved, there was no point in trying.
　So he was kicked out and came to King's Landing.
　I was going to die with nowhere to go but I was truly saved.

　I felt like there was a place for me.

　--I want to be a champion.
　I never thought I'd actually make that wish come true.
　--It's a lot easier than conquering the eighth sea.
　I'd like to make that wish come true again.

　I wanted to make sure the throne I was defending was a great one.

　The one who gave form to his wish was the girl in front of him.

"I felt I had reached my limits in the Principality. I couldn't do anything about it, so I just scattered. It's thanks to Pasta, of all people, that I've become the champion of Spectacula.


......
You've done a lot of work for me. He put his body on the line. So the feeling that I had to reciprocate his hard work pushed me forward. So, this guy.

　I turn to her with a dumbfounded look in my eyes.

"If they say I took the throne, I'm sure I took it with him. So I'm an accomplice.
"......

　She exhales. She fell weakly to the bed and buried her face in the pillow once more.

No.
"No? ......
Yeah, no. You're too honest to be a heel. ...... Pasta-chan is smart, but not wise.
"Oh, ...... sure I should have thought about producing you, too. Sorry.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　I told him what I thought honestly. That's why it would have come out badly if someone else had heard it.

　I think it was the right decision to ask myself.

"I think you should ask ...... about this question.

　She giggles, the corners of her mouth parting.
　She laughs.

"I'll tell her you're a cute sister.

　You don't have to tell anyone that answer.