How a Realist Hero Rebuilt The Kingdom

Book 5: Chapter 1

10th day, 1st month, 1,547th year, Continental Calendar Royal Capital Parnam

It was a day when the festive mood of the New Year was beginning to settle down.

The fountain plaza in Parnam where the Jewel Voice Broadcast could be watched was still packed with people. That new king was apparently going to be broadcasting yet another new program, so the people had gathered to see it. At this point, it was a familiar sight in pretty much any city where the Jewel Voice Broadcast could be watched. The people would gather every time a new program was planned like this; the merchants would come with their carts, and it would turn into a festival-like atmosphere.

Dece, Juno, and their adventuring party were there in that festive fountain plaza.

Wow, its as crowded as ever, Juno commented. Thats the capital for you.

That was the opinion the baby-faced, slender, female thief let slip out as she was overwhelmed by all the people passing by. With the protection quest they had taken from the guild complete, the party had decided to come see the Jewel Voice Broadcast, since they were already in the area anyway.

The brawny brawler Augus was dragging the affable young priest Febral around from stall to stall, so the only ones here were Juno, the hot-blooded and handsome swordsman Dece, and the quiet, shapely mage Julia.

These broadcast programs have already become one of the famous sights of this country, after all, Dece told her. The music programs are the best, you know. The loreleis are cute, and when I consider the possibility of not being able to hear their voices anymore, even though Im an adventurer, I dont feel like I want to go to other countries any Ow!

Dece had been rambling on about the topic, but Julia pinched his upper arm with a smile.

Seeing that her leader just didnt understand the female heart, Juno shrugged her shoulders with dismay. She started thinking that maybe she should be considerate and disappear off somewhere for their sake... but then it happened.

The broadcast seemed to have started, and the people were all looking towards the fountain, but what was displayed there was... some sort of roly-poly creature? All the people of the kingdom were taken aback by this, but Juno had the loudest reaction of all.

Huh?! Whats Mister Musashibo doing on there?!

Yes. What was there to hide? The one appearing on screen was not a snowman, or a kagami mochi, it was Little Musashibo. Little Musashibo turned to the screen and waved his arms around.

Hey, everyone. Im Little Musashibo. Nice to meet you.

He talked?!

Hearing Little Musashibos adorable, child-like voice, Juno, Dece, and Julia all cried out in surprise at the same time. Little Musashibo, who had never said a word no matter how much trouble theyd gotten into on a quest, was now onscreen and talking. You couldnt blame them for their surprise.

That voice... it sounds like a childs, or a womans. Was the person inside him female all along?! Dece cried out in shock, but Juno immediately denied it.

Nah, Ive seen his hand once before, and he was just a normal guy, you know?

But thats a girlish voice, isnt it?

Its a kigurumi suit, so why cant it just be a different person inside? Julia suggested, in a relaxed tone.

Dece and Juno gulped, seeing the logic behind the comment. ...Y-Yeah, of course thats it.

They had forgotten because of how human its gestures were, but the person in question was a kigurumi suit. It was possible the suit had just been loaned out by the castle.

With no idea of the confusion it was causing for Juno and the others, the Little Musashibo on the broadcast declared in a loud voice, Okay, Together With Big Sis is starting now.

At the same time Parnam Castles Great Hall

Right now, Little Musashibo was dancing to an easygoing melody right in front of our eyes. Liscia, who was standing beside me and watching this from a spot that wouldnt appear on the broadcast, stood there with her mouth hanging open, a blank expression on her face. There was an awkward silence between us.

Um... Could you maybe say something? I asked hesitantly.

I dont even know where to start... No, I mean, what is that even supposed to be?

Little Musashibo.

Yeah. That, I know. Thats not what I meant. Why is it talking?

Well, because theres a person inside it, of course, I said. Pamille Carol is providing the voice.

Pamilles inside that thing?!

Yes, as a matter of fact, she was. Wed had no equipment for recording, so we couldnt add the voice in post-processing, which meant the voice had to come from inside Little Musashibo. I was controlling his movements, so it wasnt too heavy for Pamille, but she had still complained it was hot and stuffy inside there.

You have that kigurumi suit registered as an adventurer, dont you? Liscia demanded. Is it okay having it appear on the Jewel Voice Broadcast? Wouldnt it be bad if people found out it was connected to the royal family?

Ohhh, yeah, if Juno and the others were watching, that might turn into a bit of a headache.

Well, its a kigurumi suit, after all, I said. We saw this kigurumi in town and thought it was cute, so the castle asked for a copy, and now were using it as a character in our program. ...Wouldnt a story like that work?

Even if it does... she muttered. And wait, what is this program even supposed to be about?

What, you ask? Its an educational program.

Educational?

Oh, look, the main programs about to begin, I said, pointing.

The easygoing song ended, and the new scene to be broadcast was set on a stage.

Up on the stage there was a backdrop of trees, grass, and stumps to show that it was a forest. In the middle of that sparse forest, Little Musashibo was drawing something on the ground with chalk. Looking closer, it was apparently numbers.

Um... 1+1 is 2, 2+2 is 4... Hrm, this arithmetic stuff is hard.

Little Musashibo twisted his head around in confusion. The gesture was very childish.

An older girl with blue hair wearing a boyish outfit including a hat and overalls passed by. When the blue haired girl noticed Little Musashibo, she called out to him in a cheerful voice.

Hey, whats wrong, Little Musashibo? Why the troubled look on your (expressionless) face?

Little Musashibo looked up, walking over to the girl with slow, easy footsteps. Hello, Big Sister Juna.

At that point, the adult viewers noticed what was up. The big sister character was the famous Prima Lorelei, Juna Doma.

Because Juna was mostly known for being so beautiful that even the girls wanted her, they hadnt made the connection with her in this boyish outfit. Her tone of voice was more direct, in keeping with the outfit. While this version of Juna had lost the mature sexiness that made her seem older than she actually was, it brought out a cuteness that was more like what youd expect of a girl her age.

Little Musashibo turned to Big Sister Juna for help. Big Sister Juna, arithmetic is hard and I dont know what to do about it. I look at books, but there are just numbers and symbols, and its not interesting at all.

There were a large number of viewers who nodded in agreement.

It had been nine days earlier that Souma had encouraged the people to learn to read, write, and do arithmetic, but those who lived a lifestyle where they didnt need to do calculations had apparently thought, Okay, reading and writing, maybe, but what good is learning to do calculations for anyone who isnt a merchant?

However, Juna giggled and gave a playful wink to Little Musashibo who was voicing those viewers opinions for them. Oh my, dont you know that math can be fun?

What? Really? Little Musashibo asked doubtfully.

Its true, she said with great confidence.

A fun, cheery melody began to play again from seemingly nowhere in particular. Juna began singing along with it.

The song was Fun Arithmetic. It was from Minna no Uta, or Songs for Everyone, in the world Souma came from. This song, which was sung by Seiji Tanaka, presented addition; subtraction; the fact that when you have a group of ten it moves up to a new digit; and the fact that any number, no matter how large, disappears when multiplied by zero; all in a comical fashion.

Juna and Little Musashibo sang this song, dancing happily in a circle together.

When they finished, Little Musashibo excitedly clapped his hands. I feel like arithmetic just got fun. If I study, will it be even more fun?

Of course, Juna assured him. If you study hard, youll be able to do even more amazing things.

Then Juna sang a song for Little Musashibo about all the things hed be able to do if he studied his arithmetic. It had a fun melody and playful lyrics, but if you were listening closely, it expressed a number of mathematical phenomena. It was exactly the sort of song that belonged on an educational program.

The children who were watching the broadcast innocently imitated Juna and Little Musashibo, singing the lyrics to themselves and dancing. The adults, on the other hand, considered the meaning of the lyrics, nodding along with interest as they figured it out.

In among them there was just one person, Juno, who was thinking about something entirely different.

Did he just lend them his kigurumi suit? No... That cant be it. Juno was closely scrutinizing Little Musashibos movements. The way he moves, its just like Mr. Little Musashibo. But the voice I heard was a cute girls voice. The hand I saw that time was a mans hand. Theres a different person inside, but hes moving the same... What does it mean?

As she pondered deeply, something occurred to Juno.

Now that I think about it, wasnt there that one time I saw Mr. Little Musashibo delivering a letter to the guild? After the receptionist saw it, she told us there was a banquet being held at the castle. In other words, that letter was from the castle. This broadcast is put together by the castle, too, from what I hear. Maybe Mr. Little Musashibo is connected to the castle somehow?

Juno stared hard in the direction of Parnam Castle which was where the broadcast was coming from.

...Im curious. I want to look into it, but... I cant exactly go sneaking into the castle. If they caught me, Im sure Id be punished. Hmm, isnt there any way I can look into it?

While Juno was thinking about all of this, the program continued. When Little Musashibo and Junas short theater segment came to an end, the broadcast video moved to another place.

This time it wasnt a stage but what looked like a great hall. There were around ten three-to-five-year-old children there. Owing to their young age, they werent coordinated at all, and they would sit down, run around, lie down, and generally move about freely. These were the children of the castles workers who had been left at the daycare center.

Souma had thought the audience for an educational program should be made up of children, so, with the permission of their parents (though, with the king asking them a favor, they could hardly decline...), he had arranged for them to appear. Also, in with the children there was a young girl who looked to be around sixteen years old.

Hey, isnt that Princess Roroa? one astute viewer pointed out.

That girl was indeed Roroa, the former Princess of Amidonia. Roroa was wearing a boyish outfit like Junas, and said in a cheerful voice, Look, everybooody. Your singin big sister is gonna come out and plaaaay. One, two, aaaand...!

Big Sister Juna! the children called.

With Roroa giving them the signal, the children all called her name together. When they did...

Helloooo. Juna appeared again, waving her hands. She stood next to Roroa and said, Now, everyone, its time for a song.

Then she began to clap her hands.

Meanwhile, back where we were recording in the castle, Liscia was crying out in surprise.

Roroa?! What is that girl doing?!

When I told Roroa we would be making an educational program, she said, Sounds fascinatin! Darlin, I wanna be on it, too! I said. She forced me to do it. I had no other options, so I decided to let her be on the show as Junas assistant.

Can you really go around deciding roles on a whim like that? Liscia asked skeptically.

...I have a soft spot where crying children or the sponsors are concerned, you know. Besides, this program is being brought to you by The Silver Deer, which Sebastian is the public face of; but Roroa runs it behind the scenes, after all.

Right now, our country was providing funding for multiple businesses and for research on a variety of topics. We were heavily focused on foodstuffs, medicine, and the military because those were things that would have an effect on the lives of the people. Thanks to that, the national treasury was always on the verge of collapse.

Eventually, as the population grew, the increase in taxes would make back our money on the investment, but we couldnt count on it to happen right away.

With that in mind, the finance minister, Colbert, kept a tight hold of the countrys purse strings, and he wasnt about to allocate funds for some new program that had no record of success. Thats why I had asked Roroas company to fund it. Because of that, I was now left with no choice but to listen to Roroa, the investor, when she asked me for something.

When Liscia heard the details, she sighed. Its always about money, huh. Its a hard life.

You said it.

...Though Im sure Roroa set up her own company with this exact sort of situation in mind.

The truth of the matter was, if Roroa hadnt invested, I wouldnt have been able to do this broadcast. Besides, if I didnt let her have a little of what she wanted, I was probably going to be hit with divine retribution someday.

I looked over to the hall where Juna and Roroa were singing Musunde Hiraite with the children.

The children watched Roroas exaggerated movements and then imitated her. When I saw them bouncing around, moving their arms and legs, it put a smile on my face. While my heart was being warmed by their angelic behavior, Liscia asked me a question.

I understand why you want to make an educational program, but why are there so many songs?

Dont you have songs from your childhood that have stuck with you for a strangely long time? I asked.

Like lullabies?

Yeah, exactly. Songs and melodies get stuck in your head, and its easy for people to end up singing or humming them on their own. Thats why its more memorable if you use songs in education than if you just taught the material normally, and itll spread farther, too.

For instance, before they taught us Irohanihoheto in school, Id already learned it from Minna no Utas Iroha Matsuri. Also, I feel like a major part of the reason I could remember the ordering of the Chinese zodiac without getting it confused was because Id learned a song called Eto wa Merry-go-Round. If I still remembered those songs even now that I was an adult, Minna no Uta really was incredible.

Liscia said, I see... with a grunt of admiration. Honestly, I think this was really well thought out.

Hm... Well, thinking is my job, after all.

Its not as easy as you make it sound. Thinking about the people and coming up with policies to benefit them. Liscia was looking at me approvingly... I averted my eyes. Wait, why did you look away?

Well... If you were to ask if its really for the people, Id have to admit a bit of my own self-interest came into it, too...

Really? How? Liscia stared hard at me.

...Well, theres no helping it, I thought. I guess Ill fess up.

Were holding the wedding ceremony as I formally inherit the throne, right? I asked.

Y-Yes, I suppose we are.

Liscias cheeks flushed red when I said the word wedding. It had been just the other night, on New Years Eve, that I had proposed to Liscia and she had accepted, and it was still a little embarrassing to think about it. It was adorable when she did that, but... lets move the story along.

So, at the wedding, I want to reveal all of my queens, with no discrimination between whos a primary and whos a secondary.

Because secondary queens, whose children would lack the right of succession, had originally been the kings concubines, they were seen as lower than the primary queens. As a result, even now that they were treated as queens, there were many cases where they would not be given a big wedding ceremony in front of the people. There had even been cases when secondary queens had felt inferior to the primaries, and so had declined to attend on that basis. They must have feared it would be a seed of later troubles.

I wanted to change that custom.

Roroa said she was fine with being a secondary queen, but since we are going to be ruling over the Amidonia Region, I want to make her my third primary queen, I said. That would make Juna the only one who cant participate in the ceremony, right? I was thinking, if possible, Id like everyone to be there together.

Youre right. I think that would be for the best. Liscia nodded and agreed without hesitation. Aisha and Juna were with us during the hard times, and we got through them together. They feel like war buddies to me. Oh, I dont mean to leave Roroa out. I think she can be a nuisance sometimes, but the way shell play around with me like a little sister is cute. Its just that Aisha and Juna are special. It doesnt matter whos a primary and whos a secondary; I dont want anyone to feel neglected.

I see... Im relieved.

It was a good thing the first primary queen, Liscia, was so tolerant. Liscia and the others got along well, so I hadnt been worried, but... even so, it was a relief to hear Liscia herself say all of that. Honestly, these wonderful girls were all better than I deserved.

Liscia tilted her head to the side. But does that have anything to do with this broadcast?

Yeah, I said. For now, my betrothal to Juna is secret, but thats going to become untenable as the ceremony gets closer, right?

Well, of course. The wedding will be broadcast nationwide.

Yep. So, there needs to be an announcement made at some point... I was thinking, when that happens, between the lorelei Juna and the Juna who sings songs with children, which would the people be less upset about... you know...

Liscia narrowed her eyes and gave me a hard look. Dont tell me you planned this program just for that. Did you?

Oh, no. The plan itself was meant from the beginning to help educate the people, I said, trying not to make eye contact. Its just, well... I let my own selfish interests get involved a bit, too, you could say...

Liscia let out a sigh. Youre hopeless. Do you really have to worry that much about how the people see you?

No, no, its a pretty critical issue, you know?!

After all, Juna had become such a national idol that we had gotten petitions from the Congress of the People saying, Have her on the Jewel Voice Broadcast more often. If I just announced our engagement the way things were, there seriously might be riots. That was why, in order to keep them under control, I was planning to gradually shift Juna from idol work to childrens songs.

When I told Juna that, as much as it pained me to do it, she said, If I can sing at your side, sire, I dont care what position it is in, and smiled for me.

Judging by the fact she had then immediately recommended a new lorelei, Komari Corda, who could carry on her current style, Juna was enthusiastic about the idea.

And, as we were discussing that, the part where they sang with the children had come to an end.

All right, everyone, well done, Juna said.

And did all of ya out there watchin us manage to sing along, too? Roroa asked.

Juna and Roroa were closing out the segment.

Whats scheduled after this? Liscia asked quietly.

Next up is exercise time. Its a program to get everyones bodies moving.

Exercise? Since so far youve only been using family members... Is Aisha doing it?

No. Ive brought on a proper expert for the exercise segment.

An expert? Liscia was tilting her head to the side in confusion.

Roroa in the hall took the lead again. Okay, its time for exercisin. Were all gonna call the exercise guy together. One, two, aaaand...!

Exercise guuuuuy! the children all shouted together at Roroas prompting.

Hahhhh! A man jumped down from the balcony on the second floor. The man landed stylishly in front of the children, flashed his bright white teeth, then turned towards the screen and gave the viewers a thumbs-up.

The young human man was tall, standing at around 185 centimeters. He had a muscular physique that was apparent even with all of his clothes on. His face, taken as a whole, would have been considered handsome, but his thick, upturned eyebrows, his sharp eyes, and his shining white teeth... Each of the individual parts had a lot of character.

The young man put a hand on his hip, then turned to the children and said, Sorry for the wait, children! Now, move your bodies with me!

He was a young man who spoke passionate words with a passionate smile.

Liscia watched the young man, her mouth agape, and whispered, ...Who is that?

Earlier, in the middle of the 12th month, 1,546th year, Continental Calendar.

On that especially cold day...

Weve changed the way we produce grain in our territory. Its greatly increased our food self-sufficiency rate, the man told me. Thanks to your transportation network, sire, my domain is more prosperous than ever.

Oh, ho, I said. I see...

I was standing next to a burly, middle-aged man and smiling along as he rambled on endlessly. The mans name was Moltov Juniro. He was the head of one of the ten most influential noble houses in the country, the House of Juniro. Today I had been invited to a banquet they were hosting.

These days, I was being invited to a banquet held by some influential noble or other nearly every day. It seemed that in this country, in the middle and towards the end of the twelfth month, the nobles would invite guests they were close to and hold a banquet. There they would thank them for their interactions throughout the year, and express their hope to remain just as close in the next one.

Well, basically, it was an end-of-year party.

In addition, it seemed that the number and level of the guests they could attract was used as a barometer of the nobles power and influence. That was why, at this time of year, the nobles invited as many people as they could, especially those of high stature.

Now, if you asked who the person of highest stature in this country was, that would have to be me, the guy who was currently holding on to the throne. Naturally, even if they wanted to, no ordinary noble could invite the king without having any special ties to him. I wasnt overly fond of these banquets myself, after all. Normally, even if I received an invitation, I turned it down because I was busy.

So if I still had to attend someones banquet, that meant they were no ordinary noble. While they might not be on the level of Excel, there were still powerful nobles in this country. It was difficult to turn down invitations from those sorts of people. Its a superiors duty to socialize with those who serve under them.

Because Id turned down so many of them, Hakuya had told me, Please, at least attend the year end banquets. Because of that, for the past few days in a row, I had been forced to attend the powerful nobles banquets.

While getting even more dressed up than usual for the banquet (It was a very noble-y outfit. Even my sleeves had frills.), I would groan, Ugh, what a pain, or, I dont wanna go, or, This is such a hassle, and Liscia, who was helping me get changed, would reproach me for it.

This is your duty as king, she would say. As your fiances, well be there, too, so shape up, would you?

Like shed said, Liscia and my other partners were in attendance, too. Even so, they didnt have it as bad as I did. My fiances, Juna excluded, were taking turns and each accompanying me one at a time. I, on the other hand, was being forced to attend every single time.

As you can see, my domain is in excellent shape... Moltov was droning.

...

If you asked what I didnt like about banquets, it was having to play along with my hosts hospitality which consisted of them going on at length about this or that. Even if the food looked luxurious, I didnt have any time for eating or drinking. What was more, the nobles all tended to talk about the same things.

First was boasting about how they managed their domain. That was no doubt largely because I had added the management of their domains into their performance evaluations. Most nobles tried to show there were no issues in their governance, and the more capable ones took the chance to express exactly how wonderful their managerial skills were.

The evaluations were done by inspectors dispatched for that express purpose, and they would get proper input from the people living in the domain. That made trying to convince me at a banquet all but meaningless, but it was human nature to want to take every chance they could get. If they thought the king was keeping a close eye on them, and it led to an improvement in their peoples lives, that was a good thing. Still, I got sick of having to hear similar accounts at every banquet.

Sire, allow me to go get a drink for you, Aisha, my partner for the day, offered in a small voice. The silver dress shed also worn for the music program shed helped me host in Amidonia looked good on her now. She must have sensed my exhaustion and was trying to be considerate.

I had just been feeling a bit parched, so I asked her to please do so, and Aisha silently left.

The moment Aisha departed, there was a sudden change in the talkative Moltovs demeanor.

...By the way, sire.

His eyes were sharp, like a snake that had found its prey.

In that instant, I realized I had just screwed up. Id been through this pattern a number of times already. When the kings partner left his side, they saw that as their moment of opportunity.

Would you mind if we talked somewhere else for a little while?

...Aisha isnt back yet, you realize, I said.

It wont take long. Im sure the two of you will be able to meet back up in no time.

Having said that, Moltov took my hand and half-dragged me away from there.

Yeah... This was definitely that pattern.

I dont like this... Moltov may think this is his big chance, but I feel like Im on pins and needles here...

While I was thinking that, as I had anticipated, there was a single young lady waiting for me when we arrived at our destination. She was somewhere around sixteen years old. She was clearly a lovely young lady of good upbringing.

Allow me to introduce you, sire. This is my daughter, Siena.

Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Siena Juniro, she said, curtsying.

...I knew it. They saw this as their opportunity to introduce me to young ladies they were related to.

In every era, blood ties to the royal house had been a source of pride for the nobility. If she became my queen, their house would be secure, and she might even give birth to an heir. On top of that, because my betrothal to Juna hadnt been announced yet, as far as they were concerned, I only had three fiances. That number was, with the exception of special cases like my predecessor, King Albert (hed married into the queens family), considered low. Because of that, every noble was desperate to sell me on their daughters.

In the mere half year since I had been entrusted with the throne, I had annexed Amidionia and had a lot of other big, showy achievements, so people had big hopes for me. There were always a large number of marriage offers coming in to the castle, and my chamberlain, Marx, was always busy dealing with them.

It pains me to always refuse them, so could you at least meet some of them? Marx had asked me with pleading eyes, but itd sounded like a pain, so I had taken a pass on that.

Even so, I still ended up having to deal with nobles who approached me like this, intent on not missing their chance.

Of course, the nobles werent brazen enough to bring these sort of talks up when one of my fiances was right there, but whether it was Liscia or Roroa or Aisha, they were always guaranteed to create an opening to do it. My opinion of the nobles skill in that went right past exasperation and entered into the realm of admiration instead.

Not having much other choice, I greeted the girl. Its nice to meet you, Madam Siena. I am Souma Kazuya.

I have heard your great name before, sire, she said. I had heard you were a great sovereign, blessed with both bravery and wisdom, but I am relieved to see, meeting you like this, that you also seem like a kind person.

The rumors about me havent just been exaggerated, theyve sprouted limbs and taken on a life of their own.

My, you make them sound adorable. Siena wore a quiet smile. She seemed like a simple girl. These types were always the hardest to deal with.

It was easy to brush off someone who was blatantly just trying to marry into money and status, but I couldnt be so cruel to a pure, innocent girl. I mean, it was hard to tell if she was even aware this was an attempt at matchmaking. Well, regardless of how she herself felt about it, her father was definitely trying to marry her into money and status.

Moltov took me a short distance from Siena and spoke. What do you think of my Siena?

...She seems like a very pure and simple young lady, I said. Very cute.

Oh, I see! If she pleases you, would you consider taking her as your wife?

No, I already have three (four, actually) fiances...

Whatever are you saying? Youre still young, sire. You should increase the number of wives you have. For the royal houses sake. If youre reluctant out of a sense of duty to Princess Liscia, then I wouldnt mind her being a secondary queen...

Talking as fast as a machine gun, Moltov tried to push things along. Just when I was thinking, Ugh, seriously, what a pain. Aisha, can you hurry up and get back already? it happened.

Hahh, ha, ha, ha! Hahh, ha, ha, ha!

That passionate laughter suddenly echoed through the hall.

Ivan?! That idiot! Moltov, who only a moment before had the face of a pleasant old man offering his daughter to me, now had a sour look on his face as he glared up through the open ceiling at the second floor of the banquet hall.

I followed his gaze to find someone standing on the balconys railing.

He was a man in his mid-twenties, tall and muscular. With his thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, and shining white teeth, he had a strangely distinctive face. He was a passionate young man, one who would not soon leave the memories of anyone who saw him.

...No, seriously, who was this guy?

The man shouted and leapt down from the balcony. The moment he did...

Ba-bam!

There was a big explosion right behind the young man. The flames rose up, and there was a roaring blast that shook my stomach. For a moment, I thought he was a terrorist and was about to panic, but for some reason, the other guests around him just looked at the young man with wry smiles.

Huh? What? What am I supposed to make of this?

Your Majesty! Aisha finally found me and rushed to my side. Sire, this could be an attack! Please, stay behind me!

...No, theres something weird about it.

Huh? What do you mean, something weird?

I looked around, but no one seemed all that flustered. The majority of them were just looking at the young man with wry or mocking smiles. On closer inspection, despite how much fire there had been, the area where the blast had gone off behind the young man wasnt even mildly scorched.

Oh my, silly brother.

When I turned back, Siena was looking on with a troubled look.

Brother? I repeated.

Yes, sire. That would be my elder brother, Ivan Juniro.

Um... It looked like there was an explosion to me, I said.

That is my brothers ability. It makes for a gaudy display of fire and noise, but it is something like an illusion. There is no real force behind it. Hee hee. Isnt he cool?

Er... Uh, sure...

If she was able to write that off as just cool... in some ways, this girl might be pretty impressive.

I see, I thought. The people invited here were those who had regular dealings with the House of Juniro. Naturally, they must be aware of the familys strange son. That was why, even when there had been an explosion, they had only reacted with wry smiles.

Moltov shouted in anger. Ivan! How can you act so rude in front of His Majesty?!

Shut your face, old man! Ivan struck a pose, and this time there was a flash of lightning behind him. You greedy old man, trying to take advantage of Sienas innocence to push her into a marriage! Even if the heavens allow it, I, her brother, shall not!

When he declared that, there was a fire in Ivans eyes. Literally; fire was shooting out of his eyes.

...I dunno what to say. I was starting to have a bit of fun. Moltov, on the other hand, was furious.

To marry the king is the greatest honor a woman born into a noble house can hope to achieve for herself! Whats wrong with a father wanting his daughter to find happiness?!

Siena can decide her own happiness! Its not something for you to decide for her! Ivan shouted.

Shut up! Youre all show, just like your ability!

You have the same ability, old man! Its in our blood!

Their eyes met and sparks flew. Dark clouds formed between them and lightning struck right in the middle. Im not speaking in metaphor; these things actually happened. And yet, there was no damage done. It was entertaining to watch, as long as you werent involved.

I turned to Siena and asked her, Hey, uh... Shouldnt we stop them?

They do this all the time, she replied with a grin.

Oh, okay then...

Even during our little exchange, the two of them kept heating up.

Today is the day I finally beat some sense into you! Moltov shouted.

Thats my line! Bring it, old man!

Chowahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As the two approached each other, a bunch of arms and legs appeared between them, punching and kicking and blocking. It was like someone had made a live-action adaptation of Dra**on Ball, and that got me pretty excited. For a while, I watched them enthusiastically, thinking, Yeah, give me more! But then...

Nearly all of those limbs are illusions, Aisha said. Its just their real bodies in the middle, beating the crap out of each other.

I went silent. When Aisha, who had seen through it with the kinetic vision of a warrior, told me that, it kind of killed the fun.

Five minutes later, Moltov and Ivan collapsed, both of them falling face-up on their backs at nearly the same time.

Urgh... Not bad, old man.

Hmph. Im not so far over the hill that Id let you beat me just yet.

Okay, it was showy and all, but all they had been doing was whaling on each other, so if they were going to pull that rivals whove communicated through their fists routine on me, I wasnt sure how to react... Well, not like it mattered.

Anyway, I walked over to Moltov, who was collapsed on the ground. Moltov.

Wh-Why, sire! Weve made a miserable display of ourselves! I beg your forgiveness! Moltov hurriedly got up and apologized humbly, but I waved a hand and told him not to worry about it.

I didnt mind. It made for an entertaining sideshow. On that note, theres something Id like to talk to you about...

Wh-Whatever might that be?

Forget Siena. Would you be willing to give Ivan there to me for the good of the country?

...Come again? Moltov and Ivan both blinked in surprise at my request.

...And, well, thats how I hired our exercise guy, Ivan Juniro, I finished.

Youve picked up another weirdo, I see... Liscia looked at me with exasperation.

Yep, that was her usual response.

Out in the hall, Ivan Juniro the exercise guy gave the children a thumbs-up, flashing his pearly white teeth as he said, A healthy mind resides in a healthy body. Come, children! Train with me, so you grow up strong, kind, and hardy!

Though Ivan said that, the children had conflicting responses. There were kids who were all gung-ho about it; kids who were intimidated by his excessive passion and driven to tears; kids who got scared and clung to Juna... and, overwhelmingly the most common response, there were kids whose little brains couldnt process the man who had just appeared in front of them and stood there staring blankly at him.

When she saw the state of affairs in the hall, Liscia asked me, worriedly, Hold on, Souma, is that going to be okay?

Umm... Hes a bit stiff, I guess? Maybe Ivans feeling tense?

This is supposed to be exercise time, right? Liscia asked. They cant do it like that, can they?

True enough, it wasnt looking like the kids would exercise for us.

In the exercise part of the educational kids shows I was basing this on, there were kids who would run and roll around, attack the exercise guy, and generally do whatever they wanted. But, I think itll be fine, I said at last. Theres a trick to it, after all.

A trick?

Heheheh... Hahaha... Bwahahaha!

In a womans voice, a three-stage laugh echoed through the hall.

Whos there?! Ivan looked around.

When he did, the children shouted, There! Up there! and pointed upwards. There was someone standing on the second floor where Ivan had been earlier.

Make the children strong, kind, and hardy, you say? the woman called. How risible! We, the Black Group who are bent on world domination, will never allow it!

Those lines that reeked of expository dialogue were spoken by a woman wearing a mask that covered the top half of her face, a swimsuit-like outfit with a cape that was open in the center to expose her cleavage, and end-of-the-century style spiked shoulder pads. She had two horns sprouting from her temples, dragon-like wings on her back, and a whip-like tail growing out of her backside.

Ivan turned to the woman and shouted, Just who are you?!

I am the evil female commander of the Black Group, Miss Dran, the woman announced.

Liscia, who was watching at my side, stared blankly for a moment, but she soon came to her senses, turned to me, and asked, Thats... Carla, right?

No. Shes the evil female commander, Miss Dran.

Huh...?

Thats the evil female commander, Miss Dran, got it? I said.

Oh, okay then... Yeah, you know Im not just going to accept it like that!

Even as Liscia throttled me, the story was moving along out in the hall.

Miss Dran spread her wings to intimidate Ivan. If you make the children get stronger, it could get in the way of the Black Groups plan to conquer the world. I will detain you before that happens, Ivan Juniro!

With the highly revealing outfit, she was probably so embarrassed that desperation had taken over. There was a real, heated passion in Miss Drans performance.

Every time Miss Dran did one of her over-the-top actions, certain parts of her would jiggle. The video quality of the Jewel Voice Broadcast wasnt all that good, so I didnt think the viewers would notice, but... honestly, I wasnt sure where to look. I mean, Liscia was right there, glaring at me.

Dont you think Miss Drans costume is a little too risque? she demanded.

Serina had full control over the design, I defended. I should mention, I did tell her to restrain herself because this is supposed to be a kids show, but... because I had asked her to help with producing the costume, it was hard to reject it.

I knew it... Liscia sighed. If anything, wouldnt Serina herself have made a better evil female commander?

Could you say that to her face?

Not a chance!

I know, right?

While we were talking about that, Ivan thrust a finger in Miss Drans general direction. World domination?! I will never let you get away with it!

Hmph, youre spirited, but what can you really do? Have at him, my minions!

When Miss Dran gave the order, a gaggle of men dressed all in black appeared and surrounded Ivan. The key point was to have them keep a slight distance from the children, so as not to make it seem too dangerous.

Ivan fell into a fighting stance, shouting, Bring it on!

With that as their cue, the men in black took turns attacking Ivan. Ivan fought them all one-on-one.

Biff, bash, bam!

There was an exaggerated sound effect every time he hit one of the minions. When hit, the minions would flip through the air, or spin to the ground and collapse. It looked impressive, but the sounds came from Ivans ability, and them being blown away was all an act, so there was no damage being done.

Incidentally, the children were split half-and-half into those who were scared, and those whose eyes were shining with excitement as they watched Ivan fight. The sounds were pretty loud, after all. There was something to be said for not making the effects too showy.

The children who were frightened naturally huddled with Juna and Roroa, who told them, Dont worry, Its going to be okay, and, That guys gonna beat em up, so ya dont have to worry, in order to calm them down.

Eventually, Ivan finished defeating all of the minions.

However, Miss Dran kept her self-assured smile. Heh heh heh. Youre not bad, Ivan Juniro. Well, what will you do about this, then? Come forth, paper box monster, Danbox!

Danbooooox! ...Thats me. With those words, a monster that looked like a person made out of cardboard boxes appeared.

While it had slanted eyes made out of paper on its face... on the whole, it looked kind of lame. Its silhouette totally made it look like it was constructed out of Le** blocks, and there was a scratching sound every time its joints moved.

Liscia looked coldly at Danbox. Isnt that monster a little low quality compared to the rest?

We had passion, I said. What we lacked was time and budget.

It really is a harsh world, huh...

I couldnt make a full-sized kigurumi suit by myself. If I was going to order it from somewhere, that would take time. That was why, this time, I had ended up okaying that totally slapdash monster. It was a reminder of how hard things must have been for the people who made the enemy monsters in the early tokusatsu shows.

Still, while it might have looked kind of bland, Danbox was strong. When it attacked Ivan, it lifted the 180 centimeter tall, 90 kilogram man as easily as a surfer picking up a surfboard. Then, like a wrestler showing off their strength, Danbox spun in place, maintaining its pose as it did.

That ridiculous strength that defied its appearance dumbfounded Liscia. Thats some incredible monster strength. Oh! Could it be, the person inside is...

Yep. Its Aisha.

Whatre you making your future second primary queen do...? she groaned.

Its a bit late to say that when Juna and Roroa are both already in the program. You want in, too, Liscia? If you act now, the role of Ivans sidekick is still open.

Not. A. Chance.

At that point, Ivan began to struggle. Darn you, let me go!

I am Danboooox.

Gwah!

Perhaps Ivans words had gotten through to the monster, because Danbox nodded and threw him hard towards a wall that had been prepared for just that purpose. When he slammed into it, Ivan punched through the wall.

By the way, it was made of light materials to make it easy for him to go through, so he was only a little hurt. However, Ivan acted as if he were grievously injured, groaning in pain.

Urgh, what a powerful monster...

Daaaan, bo, bo, box! Thats me. Danbox laughed (?) triumphantly.

Ivan pulled himself out of the wall, stumbling, then turned to face the children and shouted. If this keep up, were going to lose. All of you good children, lend me your power!

Roroa and Juna explained to the kids what he meant.

All right, everyone, Roroa said. Go and spin the glowin sticks we gave ya. Shout, You can do it!

Lets all send Big Brother Ivan our power, Juna told them. One, two...

You can do it!

At those twos prompting, the children started using the glowing sticks that were about the size of a piece of chalk to draw circles.

Wed handed out those sticks before the program started. They glowed faintly because lightmoss, which was used in the citys streetlights because it absorbed light and then released it in the darkness, had been kneaded into them.

Ivan continued to act like he was in pain as he turned to the children and shouted, Its not enough! Not yet! Do it louder, Im counting on you!

It always gets kids fired up when an adult says theyre counting on them.

This time, when they cheered him on, they were louder and more serious than the last. You can do iiiiit!

More! Even louder!

You can do iiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

The children shouted until their throats were almost raw, and in the next moment...

All right! Ive definitely received the kids energy!

Ivans body was enveloped in a flash of light. Then, Ivans voice echoed from inside the light.

Transform!

When it did, a set of metallic armor, bracers, and a modified sallet helm with a full-face visor came flying from out of nowhere. Ivan stood still with his arms and legs spread wide as the pieces automatically put themselves on him. That cool transformation scene made the children cheer.

Meanwhile, at that time, I was behind the stage using my Living Poltergeists ability to manipulate the metallic equipment. Yes, I controlled Ivans equipment with my ability to make it look like he was automatically being equipped with it. Because, at this range, I could do that even if they werent dolls.

Liscia was watching me with the who-knows-how-many-th look of exasperation I had seen from her today. Thats a horrible waste of your ability.

Hey, a trick is a trick, even if its just a party trick, I said. Now, time to get going.

Hey, wait, Souma?!

Once I had confirmed that Ivans gear was fully equipped, I moved next to the Jewel Voice Broadcasts jewel, making sure I didnt appear on the broadcast as I did. Meanwhile, in the hall, the flash of light subsided, and the hero dressed in metallic equipment appeared. Ivan struck the transformation complete pose, and shouted.

Charge! Silvan!

Once he had given his name, I spoke into the jewel so that only my voice would appear in the broadcast. Allow me to explain. When Ivan Juniro the Exercise Guy receives energy from children, he transforms into the metallic hero Silvan. I clenched my fist as I explained with gusto.

It was a genre standard to have narration explain after the heros transformation. I wasnt going to do the thing where they go back and look at the transformation process scene again, though.

With my role finished, I went back to Liscias side. She looked horribly exhausted.

I dont know, its starting to feel stupid to say anything...

Tokusatsu is very much a Dont think, feel, sort of thing, I explained. If you dont think about it too deeply, just go with the flow, theres nothing more fun to watch.

...Ill do that.

Now then, turning the story back to the hall, the transformed Silvan was strong.

Danbox had been toying with him earlier, but now he showered the monster with a flurry of punches and kicks, keeping it on the defensive the whole time.

Strong. Youre strong, Silvan, everyone had to be thinking. The children were all worked up, too.

Da, dan... box... Eventually, Danbox stumbled and took a knee.

Now was his chance!

Eat this, Danbox! Ultimate Thunderclap Kick!

When Silvan unleashed a flying kick, lightning raced along the tip of his foot. That lightning-infused kick stabbed into Danbox.

I know I keep saying this, but the lightning was a product of his ability. It was, in effect, just a flying kick, so it didnt hurt Aisha, the person inside Danbox, at all.

However, Danbox stumbled backwards a few steps.

Leaving behind a cry of, Da... Danboooooooox! Thats me! it exploded scattering parts in all directions.

Of course, all that really happened was that it hid while Ivans ability generated the explosion effect.

With Danbox defeated, Miss Dran, the evil female commander who hadnt had much to do while she was watching the two of them fight, stamped her feet in indignation as if she had just remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

Curse you, Silvan! Ill let you off lightly this time! When I come back, youd better be ready!

With those parting words, she turned and ran off the set to a spot where the viewers couldnt see her.

Once he had watched her go, Silvan took off just his full-face helmet and thrust his fist out in the direction Miss Dran had gone. You and your evil organization who are plotting to take over the world, the Black Group! If youre going to come, then come! I will crush your ambitions time and again!

Ivan declared his resolve and then turned back to the children. Then, with a smile that seemed a little suffocatingly passionate, he shouted, Okay, everyone! Lets train with Silvan Energy Exercises so we wont lose to the bad guys! Stand a little ways away from each other so you dont bump into your friends!

Moments later, a cheerful tune started to play in the hall, and Juna and Roroa came in at just the right moment to split the children up. Then Juna began singing along with the music.

If you want to grow up strong, do your Silvan Energy Exercises. ?

Now, lets start by exercising our upper bodies, Silvan called. Everyone imitate a shoujou!

Eek, eek, eek, ook. Eek, eek, eek, ook.

We are shoujous. Eek, eek, eek, ook.

When Ivan moved in time with the music, the children imitated him.

This exercise routine involved imitating the various animals of this world while Juna sang comical lyrics. Their lyrics were aimed at children, but the exercises themselves were based on the radio calisthenics that most Japanese people would be familiar with (the shoujou imitation was a lateral bending exercise), so they should be a logical workout.

You do a lot of ridiculous stuff... But this takes the cake, Liscia suddenly muttered as she watched the exercises. This is an educational program, right? Whats the meaning behind the short drama earlier and this exercise?

Not long ago, I bet she would have asked, Is there some meaning in it? instead. But now, Liscia had asked, What is the meaning? It was a only a few words difference, but there was a subtle difference of nuance.

In the first, there was an assumption that there was probably no meaning to it. In the latter, there was a confidence that there must be some meaning and that she wanted to know what it was. I could feel her trust in that subtle change, and that made me a little happier.

Of course theres a meaning, I said. If we draw in their attention with the short drama, more people will watch. The exercises are good for the childrens health and development. Im actively trying to spread them. But, more than anything, what I want to spread is the word hero.

The word hero?

That was just when, out in the hall, the interlude part of Silvans Energy Exercises began.

Ivan turned to the kids and spoke to them. Youre all doing great! Now then, theres something I wanted to tell you. To become a truly strong person, you need more than just power. If you forget to be kind, too, then youre just a brute!

Then he turned towards the Jewel Voice Broadcast jewel, which is to say towards the viewers, and spoke.

The truth is, Id like to be friends with the Black Group, too. If we could talk things over, we might not need to resort to our fists. Thats why, no matter who youre up against, never give up on trying to understand them. What do you do if theyre still unreasonable and violent, you ask? Thats right! To make sure you can protect those close to you, do your Silvan Energy Exercises!

The interlude ended at the perfect time, and Ivan began exercising along with the song again.

When she heard Ivans words, after closing her eyes for a moment, Liscia said, Being strong isnt enough. Dont forget to be kind, too. Never give up on understanding one another... This is what you wanted to get across.

She whispered the words again, as if reflecting upon them.

I nodded silently. When youre little, the words adults say to you have a strange way of sticking with you, right? Especially if theyre coming from a hero, those words will remain in some corner of your heart even when you grow up. As a bonus, when we say these things to the children, we can count on their caretakers hearing them, too.

Then I dropped the lighthearted, joking attitude and adopted a more serious tone.

Theres a lull right now, but eventually every country will have to face the Demon Lords Domain. These words are something Im laying down now to prevent that from turning into an utter quagmire that wont end until one side or the other is exterminated. Between Tomoes ability and the information weve exchanged with the Empire, weve learned that we cant lump everyone in the Demon Lords Domain together. If possible, before theres any fighting, Id like to hold talks with those that seem amenable to them, like the kobolds who spared the mystic wolves.

Right...

I feel like, when that time comes, the number of adults in this country who are strong, kind, and willing to not give up on understanding the other side will decide this countrys fate, I said. If most of them can only think, Exterminate the demons, were headed straight for total war. The more people there are who think, There must be demons who can understand us, the more of other paths well be able to see.

When I said that, Liscia laughed a little, then poked me in the shoulder. Im satisfied with the explanation, but... isnt this all a bit idealistic for you?

Its a kids show, okay? I want the kids to have ideals. Wouldnt you? I mean, when kids are strangely realistic about things, thats just unbearable to see.

...I suppose youre right.

Besides, its an adults job to look at reality so that the children can continue to talk about ideals.

It was the job of a king, too. While searching for a brighter future, I had to prepare for the possibility that a dark future might come, too. In order to remain kind, strength was an absolute necessity. I needed to raise the strength of the nation, expand our arsenal, and set things up so that we could endure a total war if it came to that. To create a nation that was like a great tree with its roots firmly in the ground, one that wouldnt shake even when the storm came.

While I was thinking about that, it looked like the exercises had finished. Ivan said, Well done! and patted a nearby kid on the head. The host, Juna, took over from there.

How did you like the program we just brought to you, Singing With Big Sis? This time, we are shooting inside the castle, but were thinking about doing live broadcasts from theaters around the country in future, too. When we do, well be looking for children to sing and exercise with us, so all you mommies and daddies out there, bring your kids to come play with us! Now, until next time, everyone together now...

When Juna gave the signal, the children, Roroa, Ivan, and Little Musashibo, whod subtly snuck back in for the ending, all faced the camera and waved.

Bye, bye!

With everyones voices, this worlds first educational broadcast came to a close.

Its so hot... Just let me die... Pamille moaned.

Good work out there, Pamille, Juna told her.

Pamille, who had been inside Little Musashibo, was now groggy from the heat. The kigurumi suit must have been pretty hot inside. Juna was there fanning her.

Next to Pamille was Carla, holding her knees and sobbing in the fetal position.

Having to be broadcast in that getup... Im so embarrassed I could die.

It seemed that having that super skimpy Miss Dran outfit broadcast had left her in a state of shock.

...Yeah, I could kind of sympathize. Serina could be such a complete and total sadist.

Whose fault was this? she burst out. Yours, master?

Youre turning on me?! That costume was Serinas decision, okay?!

Ahahaha... she laughed in a strange voice. Well, you know, they say a superior is responsible for decisions their subordinates make, dont theeeey?

Carla had eyes like some sort of yandere character. I was worried I might get taken out with a squish, or a crunch, or a stab, stab! (I was scared to even describe what I was imagining, so I tried using onomatopoeia instead.)

Calm down, Carla! I shouted. If you kill me, youll die, too!

Im so embarrassed I could just die... Ill take you with me...

Oh, crap, I thought. That look in her eyes, shes kind of serious.

Aisha, help! I yelled.

Madam Carla! Were in the castle, in the castle! Aisha shouted.

Dont stop me, Madam Aisha! Carla screamed. If I dont kill him, I cant die myself!

While Aisha was holding her in a pinion, I made a hasty retreat.

Why was I catching all the flak for Serinas sadistic tendencies? Well, it was just Carla venting her hopeless embarrassment as anger, no doubt.

...Probably.

Now, to get straight to the point, Together With Big Sis was a hit.

Especially with the adults.

I know Id made it with children as the target audience, but for some reason their parents, guardians, and even adults with no children at all were even more passionate about it.

For the women, it was Little Musashibos adorableness, and the slightly-too-passionate-but-still-hot Ivans appeal.

For the men, it was the coolness of the first tokusatsu hero theyd ever seen, paired with the sexy villainess played by Carla.

Well, even in Japan, there were sometimes mothers who got even more hooked on a program than their children because they were watching it for the hot actors. It was probably something like that.

That being the case, in the Kingdom of Friedonia, on days when Together With Big Sis was on, rather than children begging their parents to go see it, you would often see parents begging their children.

W-Well, either way, kids were seeing the program, so it was all good, but I got a cold look from Liscia when she found out the situation.

Its an adults job to look at reality, he says.

W-Well, hey, whats wrong with adults having dreams? I stammered.

Liscia stared at me silently.

...No, seriously, how did it turn out like this anyway? I muttered.

I felt like the bizarreness level of Friedonia had gone up just a little.