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"Finally, it's the last stage of the forecast game. What do you think? Which do you think will win?

"Well, in due course, it would be the White Horse team. It's not that different in time, but the accuracy of the forecast is different. The White Horse team has been betting a lot since the beginning."

"But I don't know. Even if the forecast is more accurate for the White Horse team, eventually it will also involve combat capability. You can't keep your eyes open until the end. It's operational time now. I think it's time for forecasts for both teams."

"The last demon is one silver bear. 385 cm long."

"I'm out. White Horse Team forecast. It's a silver bear. It's also 385 centimeters and huge."

"That's an amazing forecast. Is it a silver bear? It's a Class B demon, and it's also a giant size, so whether four Class C adventurers can join forces to defeat it for the first time. It's going to be an interesting fight."

"What kind of equipment can I have?

"Probably will come with equipment that deals damage around the sword. It's about a normal long sword, and you get stuck in thick fur."

"What about magic?"

"It's a demon with anti-magic resistance, so the wizard won't be very helpful"

"The last demon is ten killerbees."

"Oops, black cat team. I got a completely different forecast. Until now, we have a similar forecast, but this time we have a completely different forecast."

"Killerby, is it? Ten of those, too. Killerby, as the name suggests, is a bee-shaped demon. Size is about the size of a cat. Big but fast demons, so naturally they fly, so it's going to be hard to fight."

"But it's a bee, isn't it? That's cat-sized, too. No matter how many ten there were, wouldn't those two teams be able to afford it?

"Combat is not so strong in itself, but paralysis is what scares me. If you get stabbed, you have a 50% or greater chance of paralyzing it. If ten people fly off at the same time, it's dangerous."

"But if you're paralyzed, don't you think you can handle it with a recoverer?

"Unfortunately, neither team has a recoverer who can cure Killerby level paralysis. Wizards who can use area magic are better off."

The audience is bothering. Which forecast will it hit? That determines the battle.

Until now, it was a similar forecast, so there was a difference between combat team operations than forecast.

It's finally a real forecast match on the final stage.

"Now you two forecasters are here. You two don't know their forecasts yet."

"" Yes ""

"I will now make an announcement. The forecast for the White Horse team is one silver bear. It's 385 centimeters long."

"Such an idiot!

Jute says what he thinks.

Why would you be a bear?

It would be a bee.

"This is followed by a forecast for the Black Cat team. There are ten killerbees."

"Ha-ha-ha. Do you have an interesting forecast? Could it be a guy named Yankee Shit?

A handsome forecaster says in his spare face.

"Why is the final stage a bee? Big bears are more exciting than little things like that."

"Uh, that's right. But the forecast is bee."

"Do you forecast to adventurers with such accuracy? If you're wrong, death awaits you."

A handsome forecaster to say by sight from above.

It's like you know the final stage demon perfectly.

"Well, well, both of you. You'll see the battle when the final stage begins."

"Wait a minute!

Suddenly, there are people who have been intruding.

I'm the organizer of this forecast match.

"What, what? You're the organizer, right? I'm live now, so..."

"Of course, I know. Before the final stage begins, there's something I want the audience to know. If we talk about this, we'll pass it on to the whole stadium."

"That's right. Okay, go ahead."

"This final stage actually has a taste for Secret Monsters. Until the second stage, demons were waiting in cages of refrain until they appeared."

"Yes. So the final stage is different?

"No. It is the demons of the final stage that are being transported to the stadium exactly now. We're heading towards the center of the stage right now."

"Oh, that's it. But isn't there some kind of weird twist on it?

"Yes. That is the magic of total concealment. You can never peek inside from the outside."

"Why did you do such a pain in the ass?

"That's because, from somewhere, there can be information leaks or magic peeks into hidden demons"

"I see. Then it won't be forecast."

"Exactly! The forecast is to watch the future. Whatever you're hiding, the future will reveal you. I planned this method would be the best way to make a difference if the forecast was a hit or not."

Handsome forecaster, his face is bright blue.

My lips are shaking.

"It's a chicken! Then what's the demon in the cage that says it was originally final stage? After listening to each forecast, it's just a trick to change the demons later!

Even from the audience, he said, "Incredible!" Many voices rise.

I'm sure the audience is betting on the White Horse team.

"Oh, that, too, right. Let's start by opening a cage that says Final Stage over there."

The cage opens and the attendant goes inside.

"As you can see, there's nothing in that cage. That's a dummy."

"No, I'm a prick. You must have done 800."

I'm shaking and the handsome guy is ruining it.

"I don't know the results yet. What is that secret monster? Not until I open it. Actually, not even me, the organizer, has been informed of what that is. It's a freshly captured monster this morning. As one person in this stadium, no one knows what that is. If you were here, you'd be a real forecaster."

The audience, at the same time, paid attention to the jute.

Jute, that's the look on his face that he believes to be Killerby.

By contrast, the handsome forecaster has a pale face.

The audience has figured out which is the real forecaster.

"I don't know the result until the end. Finally, it's time. The final stage begins."

"No, you're nervous. Because silver bears and killerbees have completely different gear. The team that's hitting the forecast will naturally win. In other words, this stage will be determined the moment the Secret Monster gate opens"

"Well, now, whether there's a bear or a bee, the gate will finally open"

No one in the audience speaks a word.

Complete silence comes.

"The gate has opened. It's a bee. A big bee has popped up!

The final stage was won by the Black Cat team with the White Horse team all retired with paralysis.

"Kampei"

A forecast match celebration party was held at the Black Cat Pavilion on the night of the forecast match.

Seven of the participating Black Cat teams are gathered.

The first person to raise his voice was Cecil.

"Hey, that was hilarious. Handsome man. You've been taken by the guards in a noise until the end of the day."

Masset answers.

"That's unlikely to have a decent life for the time being. Yeah, well, a cool guy has a hard time getting back on his feet after an unparalleled loss."

"It feels good. There are many adventurers tricked into forecasting by that man. With that sweet mask, a woman adventurer who was so upset that she said," You'll be fine. "

"That's right. Cecil, isn't that a handsome guy like you?

"I'm not kidding. I can't believe you're weaker than me. I'm sorry."

"But I was thrilled to the end. After all, when it comes to forecasters, there's only jute."

"Yes, yes. Let's all thank Jute. Thanks."

"" "" "" "Thank you" "" "

"You scored 103 thank you points. 653 Thank You Points to the next Rank Up"

Wow, they're all so excited, they suddenly thanked me if I hadn't gotten into the story.

That, too, is an awesome thank you point.

Really, guys, I guess I had trouble with that faux forecaster.

"Sorry I'm late."

It was the Adventurer Guild Leader who came running to the Black Cat Pavilion.

Come forward and say to Jute.

"I wanted to come early, but I have work to do. I just wanted to say thank you."

"I'm sorry to bother you. If you're busy, it could have been another day."

"Whatever it is, this reduces the number of adventurers who are fooled by Inch Forecasters. Thank you."

"You've earned 500 thank you points. It's 153 thank you points until the next rank up."

Wow, that's an awesome thank you point.

After all, when you're the head of the organization, you have something different.

Gratitude weighs differently.

Of the twenty gold coins in the prize, five gold coins.

603 thank you points in total.

I had a lot to gain, it was a forecast match.

But naturally, the Black Cat Pavilion forecaster from the next day.

It's going to be a big deal.

That was a jute I decided not to think about.