The God has moved to another world.

By the Orchestra of Angels, a light fanfare rings.

This is followed by an orchestra created by hundreds of angels gathered together.

Along with that, a chorus squad stops by a hundred angels as well and begins to sing.

It's literal, heavenly music that can be played in the Gardens of the Gods.

That's it now.

Somehow it was shown in a place full of agneys, like a civic track and field.

The arena is supposed to be quite noisy with a mix of playing by the angels and the noise of Agney and the others.

Sitting in that outdoor live seat was a two-pillar god.

"Hello everyone! Sun god over everyone's head! It's a live unbalance!

"It's the red sheath of commentary."

"Here we go, World Agney Cup! Commonly known as WAC! No, here we go, Mr. Red Sheath!

"Finally -"

"Yes, it's really finally happening. This arena connects the dreams of the Agnies scattered all over the world with the power of God, and something like this is happening!

"It's hard to explain. It's God's business."

"By the way, the General Commander of Design, Technology Delivery and Installation is the God who dreams," a dream that sinks deep into the bottom of everlasting darkness (Yume, where Koyami's Fukushi shimmers) "!

"He's a high-ranking god who commands the unconsciousness of creatures all over the world."

"It's a big name and title, but the real thing is just a crack, and my hobby is to peek into people's dreams. I'm a bad hobby bastard!

"Bastard. Aren't you a woman?"

"Gender equality. God is thorough with men and women alike!

"It's a book of the Black Gods."

"Now, the World Agney Cup will take place in such a venue, but it is a comprehensive competition, with a combination of competitions from different genres! Each competition will be graded and ranked, and each of the top three will receive a gold and silver copper Super Amvalence doll!

"It's a tournament in the world of dreams, so I can't give it away."

"What a super ambulance, Mr. Doll, appears in a way that can be seen off to the edge of your dreams for a year! How beautiful!"

"That's exactly what I was dreaming about."

In front of the two columns was a line of gold and silver copper Super Amvalence dolls.

Apparently the doll is a gimmick that moves only independently from the top part of the neck, and keeps moving guttingly all the time.

However, the way it moves is not such a calm thing as red bev.

It had an unusual way of vibrating, even if it was a bad poison.

It's a visual that could come out of dreams or something if you suck at it.

Most importantly, if I win more than three prizes, I'll really be in my dreams.

Mr. Super Amvalence, the doll is on, I mean, the two-pillar sitting was a foldable desk.

The chair is also a foldable pipe chair.

It seems like it would be nice to have something more splendid, but it was deliberately downgraded in conjunction with the venue.

It is the strange obsession of the unbalance that nothing luxurious suits the municipal-class arena.

A plastic chair on a concretely beaten alpine stand.

The venue was not always luxurious.

Nevertheless, it is impeccable in terms of breadth, as if stuffed in a cucumber, it can be watched by five thousand people.

Anyway, Agney is a minority race of less than five hundred in the whole world.

Even if we all get together, we have plenty of room.

Then the seats were sloppy, when it came to it, they weren't.

Because the non-duty angels were seated, invited by Amvalence.

It is an unbalanced way to entertain angels who usually have little entertainment.

For once the main thing is the Agnies, so the best seats in front were seated by the Agnies, but the others are mostly angels.

Angels sitting in a relaxed manner, surrounding Agney and the others.

If it's a decent feeling, it would be a lot of pressure to say I'm going to be surrounded by angels.

But there are Agney and the others.

"Wow, wow"

"An angel."

"Connections -"

"I'm really attached to you."

And, naturally, I accepted the situation.

Many Agnies were more committed to support than that.

"Hang in there! Hey, what's going on here?

"I don't know. Cover it!"

I don't know what it is, but if I wear it to the arena, I'll give you support for now.

It was those Agnies.

The angels, like the Agnies, were raising their voices with unusual excitement.

Maybe even the stress of the day is bumping into me.

"Gun Valley!

"Hit me!

"Plump!

Mixed with brave voices such as, sometimes.

"Reborn God's asshole!

"I need more work!

and other voices were also heard.

Fortunately those gods are not here, so there seems to be no particular problem.

The lawn area in the middle of the arena was suddenly in two, and something was coming up from below with the roar.

The first things I saw were concrete objects and planks that looked sturdy.

The concrete looking part is unexpectedly high and comes out to stretch out of the ground more and more.

Apparently, that's the jumping ground, and by the time I found out, the pool was lifting from under the ground.

Pool that comes up from under the track of the track on the track.

Then make it a venue pool from the beginning.

Unfortunately, nothing existed in this venue to put such a cling in.

Both Agney and the angels are cheering in unison.

"Wow!

"Cool!"

"The world!

"Funny!

"Who's in charge of that design?

"Uh, surely someone from the Ground Surveillance Department's Stopped Satellite Orbit Division? Is that it?

"Doubt system."

Apparently, Angels and Agney have quite a different spot to focus on.

Even if it's the same noise, it seems to be in a different direction.

By the pool, some Agnies began to gather.

It's like an angel who's a staff member explains something to each of us.

An unbalance of live seats confirming it turns to Mike looking at the paperwork at hand.

"The athletes are now receiving a final explanation. The first competition is high jumping and pairing. What kind of competition is this, the red sheath in the commentary?"

"It's basically the same as a normal high jump, and the movement in the air when you jump in, when you jump in, is subject to scrutiny. However, this competition is a pair. It's a competition in pairs. Naturally combinations are also subject to scrutiny. Only one move is beautiful, perfect, and you don't want a high score. Also, the judges are Agney's people, so how tacky the move was will also be an important point."

"I see. The act itself is a tackle, so..."

"Dear Ambassador, Dear Ambassador!

Here, a third party voice sounded, neither red sheathed nor unbalanced.

Looking reflexively where the two columns held the earphones, it looks like audio from somewhere else.

"Yes, Sohiko at the scene"

Apparently, the Lord of the Voice is Earthhiko.

Her role today seems to be that of a field reporter.

"I wanted to talk to an elder who is a featured athlete. The weather is nice today and the wind is calming down. I want to make sure it doesn't fail to jump. It was."

"Thank you. I'll sit down. No, I'm really glad you blessed the weather, Mr. Red Sheath."

"It's a dream world."

"God is really useful in places like this, isn't he? Apparently, the competition is ready. but! Looks like it's time! Next time we would like to send you from the start of the competition!

"Well, goodbye."

Red sheath and unbalance waving with a full smile.

The venue had nothing to do with pulling, and was wrapped in the cheer of Agney and the angels.