Amagi Brilliant Park's
V1 - Chapter 3 Part 2
“I can't stand that boy, fumo!” Moffle was in the backstage underground passageway, exasperating his anger as he headed for the plaza just inside the park's front gate. “30 yen! He says our art is only worth 30 yen, fumo! That's humiliation! I can't stand it, fumo!”
“Anged about it will not solve anything, mii.” Tiramii. He also heads towards the front plaza, meeting Moffle on the road.
The Tiramii Attractions, the Tiramii Music Theatre, are theatrical fixtures, which make them relatively easy to clean. As a result, he was also ordered to entertain guests who were denied entry into the park.
“Let's enjoy it fully, mii. It would be great to tempt our beautiful guests. I'll make it cheap for you, baby. Thirty yen for good if you give me your email address.”
“If you think there's a woman who fell for it, you're more stupid than I thought, fumo.”
“Huh? You can get some good puffs that way, you know? All about opportunity and perseverance, mii. You tried one word on ten women; one gave you her email address. You got ten email addresses; one agreed to see you later. And since I am so cute, my chances are even higher, mii!”
“I don't want to hear about your seducing strategy, fumo. …Omong-by the way, have you ever thought of anything other than mempuff?”
Tiramii combed his head feathers back and pulled out the ****** length. “That's the problem, mii. I just can't imagine life without mempuffing, mii.”
“...Enough. Anyway, back to my dislike of the boy, fumo.”
Ask for 30 yen to enter the park! Moffle does not insist on an entrance fee because he desperately wants his money; he simply does not like the price it puts up at his job. Ah, but come to think of it, the first time he met Kanie Seiya, he had already done the kind of work that no one was willing to pay, and he wanted to test the boy's reaction. He would not usually treat a customer like that.
Well, the boy did seem like a smart guy, so he probably already had some idea of what he was going to do.
Even so, this treatment felt like pure revenge.
Even knowing that some of it was his fault, Moffle could not control his anger and resentment.
“Moffle. The man... ah, what's his name, mii?”
“Kanie Seiya, fumo.”
“Yes, Kanie-kun. I think he has good ideas, I think. We'll be closed if it continues like this, mii, so we don't have the luxury of our pride. We are basically crawling, begging a woman to be given a puff of mercy.”
“Stop bringing everything back to the gutter, fumo.”
“But this was previously successful, mii.”
“You're kidding.” sneer Moffle.
“Seriously! It worked for me, it worked for you. Good buffing in the neighborhood. There are more things in this world than you think, mii.”
“Hmm... Did you just say ‘world’ with italics, fumo?”
“Sure. I want suggestive, mii.”
Right now, they had already reached the reception room which was only located below the plaza. The number from the reception room, EX-10, was inscribed on a gray wall nearby.
“...By the way about that, where is Macaron, mii?”
“I don't think it's coming today, fumo. ‘His Bunga’ adventure needs a lot of maintenance, and I think he had a meeting with his lawyer this afternoon, fumo.”
“Ahh... Still scrambling child support?”
“He failed to pay several times since last year, fumo. Now that his ex-wife is suing him, I hear.”
“Tough time for Macaron, mii.”
Macaron was once divorced, with a daughter. His daughter lives with his ex-wife in Maple Land, and he hates the fact that he almost never sees her.
“Macaron always looked at the photos of his son and said, ‘Next I am on leave, I will meet him,’ in this serious tone, mii. This is what we call the flag of death, mii.”
“It will be fine, fumo.”
“How do you know, mii?”
“He called him his son, but he's not a child, fumo. Even if he met her, it would only be a sad experience, with him saying ‘Dad, you are so dirty’ and keep your distance along the arm with her. Which means it's not a death flag, fumo.”
“Truly tragic, mii.”
They passed through the reception area and climbed onto the ground backstage. They were now at the door of the clerk who was heading towards the front plaza, the Square Entrance.
“We'll go on stage, fumo. Already this human talk.”
“Understanding.”
They stopped for a moment to get into character.
“Moffu.”
“Mii.”
Each whispered his standard greeting, then they walked ‘to the stage’— in other words, to the area where the guests were. Chat is banned from now on.
Ten minutes from opening time, but there were already a handful of guests wandering around the Square Entrance. There are three or four groups of families and couples. They all looked confused and angry considering the sign ‘Today Close’ at the gate.
“Moffu..”.
Customers, I'm so sorry.
You are in an uncomfortable position because of the arbitrary decision of a young man. As a small proof of our apology, in lieu of our diverse attractions, we hope you enjoy a private show with us, the star cast of the park.
Should we start with a little simple juggling, perhaps? Look when one ball becomes two, then two becomes four, and they all dance together in the air.
Now, come—
“Be quiet!”
“Moffu!”
A little boy slammed him with a side kick that floated. Moffle felt a sharp pain in his pelvis, then fell down, dropping his juggling balls across the large tiled stone.
“M-Moffu..”.
Few people know how painful a serious attack of the little boy can be. It was a limited experience generally to parents, people with much younger relatives and families, and kindergarten workers.
“I want to go to Digimaland! But I'm good! I said it's okay to AmaBuri! Now you're closed! It sucks! You stupid rat! I want Mackey!”
“Guh...” The boy continued to shower Moffle with kicks as soon as he unleashed a series of his verbal abuse.
It's paining. It's very painful. It really hurts. Enough, kid. Mackey, you say? I'll kill you for it. He's not even that great mascot. He was just thirsty for money. Besides, where are your parents? Why don't they stop this?
“Banja-kun! The banja-kun! Stopit! Stop it now!” A woman in her mid-twenties, hair brightened with bleach, ran towards them. She was probably the mother of this child.
“M-Moffu..”.
“But Mama..” The boy protested.
“You don't know from anywhere that costume is!” the woman scolded him. “It must be germ-coated! Don't touch it, you hear me?”
“Alright... I won't.”
The mother distanced her son from Moffle, then turned to call him where he was lying on the ground. “My Banja-kun better get nothing from you, you hear? I will file a lawsuit so quickly that it will make your head spin. You better set up your lawyer group!”
“Moffu..”.
Yes, dear customer. I'm so sorry for the trouble I've caused you. We have no attention. Your child's anger is very appropriate. I am very aware of my incompetence, and I will take this as a lesson to develop in the future.
…Ah, and her name is Banja-sama, right? What a real name, so beautiful! All the difficulties your child encounters in life will help shape him into a man. Me, humble Moffle, stand before you in admiration.
Your concern for a beloved child who may get terrible germs from my unworthy self is the most appropriate. Yes, your anger is meaningless if it is not justified. I apologize deeply.
Kick me as you like. Torture me as you please.
Surely, attack me as you please.
“...Is that what you think I'm going to say, fumo?! You ****** stupid?!” When the woman approached her face, she gave him a strong push.
“Ouch! …Hey, what's with this thing?” the woman roared. “He's acting crazy! And now this speaks too!”
“Moffu..”.
Things quickly spiraled out of control. Within five seconds of hearing his wife's scream, the husband came running. He is also young, with curly hair. He wore a gold necklace and sunglasses while smoking, with the selection of rings clinking in his fingers. Basically, it best represents the word ‘kelakalan’.
“Hey, what happened here?” he demanded.
“Did you see it, Tak-kun? He pushed me!” The tone of voice as if she was his victim only added to Moffle's annoyance. “He angered Banja-kun, and when I tried to protest, he pushed me! Isn't that awful? Do you even hold it?!”
Seemed to receive the woman's side without question, the man—‘Tak-kun,’ seemed to—gaze fixed Moffle. “Oh, yes? How dare you, you little rat!”
“That's right!” he sobbed. “They can't suddenly push customers, right?”
“You know they can't. Isn't that right?!” The husband had already turned into assault mode, cracking each of his knuckles in turns before hinting with his fingertips. “Hey, rat! Hurry here! First, I want the costume removed! You want to respect the customers, you better look them in the eye! Yes?!”
Moffle closed his eyes, his fists shaking. “Customer. Yes, you are my customer. And as they say, ‘customers are Gods,’ fumo..”
“Ya, so?” the husband growled, “Say quickly come here!”
“Yes, customer is Dewa, fumo. But.. isn't it men's nature to fight back against a cruel god? Like Captain Kratos of Sparta, in the time of ancient Greece—despite mankind, he took the divine arm and destroyed the God of War, Ares.”.
“What are you talking about?!”
“I say that there are some things that cannot be tolerated, even if the customer is a God. I rebelled against the gods, fumo. Drop me with lightning if you want.”
“Oh, yes? You need me to beat you up, don't you? All right, stay where you are! One move and you die!” ‘Tak-kun’ pulled his fist and charged straight towards Moffle.
“Moffle! Don't do that, mii!” Tiramii ran, but couldn't stop him in time— Moffle's right hand cracked the man's jaw.
Actually, ‘pray’ is not very precise. It was a meticulous attack designed to scratch the end of the man's jaw. It applied a short, sharp round force to his skull, which shook the brain inside his skull.
Tak-kun fainted like a puppet with a severed thread. “Uhhh...” erangnya.
“I won't fall on a piece of trash like you, fumo,” Moffle sneered at his opponent, who had just been incapacitated and barely conscious. “Now, lie there and look, helpless, for I will demand a terrible penance from your wife and child, fumo.”
The mother, who had fallen backwards in horror, watched as she picked up one of the rubber balls on the ground. Regardless of what he could do with his ball, he still looked like an interrogator picking up a torture device.
“Ah... ahh..” the man sighed helplessly.
“Your crying won't save you, fumo. You'll see what happens when you antagonize Amagi Brilliant Park.”
The man screamed.
“Well... get ready, fumo. ‘Customer!’” Moffle clasped the rubber ball high above his head.
“Already, rat.” Kanie Seiya appeared out of nowhere, and floated Moffle with a kick.
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He didn't think his mascot was this stupid, but he seemed to be the type to explode when he got angry. To be honest, thankfully I came to see, just in case…
Seiya conveyed a polite apology to the injured family. Of course, they rejected it, and started shouting about suing them and humiliating them on social media.
He had no other recourse but to ask Isuzu to use his magical rifle—the ‘Forgotten Realm’ bullet he mentioned earlier. The family soon forgot the bickering and walked away from the park. They were still nagging, but showed no signs of fully remembering what happened to them.
It seemed that several other guests had witnessed this incident, but they had all disappeared during the commotion. All Seiya could do was pray that the rumors would not spread far.
“So you treat your usual guests like this too?!” After all was done, they retreated backstage, where Seiya snapped at Moffle.
“........ It is a very rare case, fumo.”
“‘Very rarely?’ Does that mean this has happened before?”
“Enter.” Isuzu replied bluntly.
Tiramii, who came backstage with them, chimed in: “Only once a year, if that. He tolerates most of the anger of the guests, so please forgive him, mii.”
“Yeah...” Seiya's head hurts.
An amusement park where the mascots sometimes beat up customers? How could their efforts have been going on all this time? Why aren't the police involved?
“The only reason this doesn't become a catastrophe is because of Sento's magical rifle. Forget adding arrivals; we must have finished earlier!”
“Am I supposed to let him hit me, then? Even mascots have self-esteem, fumo!”
“You can take that pride and get rid of it! Especially if you call yourself a professional!”
Surprisingly, Moffle did not grow angry. Instead, his expression was a mixture of various emotions. Seemed pitying, sad, and disgusted. Impressive that he could convey it all with just his button-eye and cute mouth that was on his soft face.
“No, you're not wrong, fumo,” Moffle said, then sighed. “If I want to call myself a pro, I have to be professional with the customers, no matter what they tell me. That's the basic thing, fumo. That is the law in customer service. …Well of course, you're not wrong. But..”
“?”
“That said those things should be more.. ah, no, forget it, fumo.” Moffle fell silent, as if he was strangling himself.
Seiya felt the urge to use his magic—the power to peer into the dalalm of one's mind, but only once. But it would be futile to use that once chance alone onto something of this sort. He had to save it for a more critical situation; something that would give him the blackmail material for this rat, to actually use it…
“...Well, however. I'm acting bad, fumo. You can fire me now, if you want.” Moffle said, looking to get back a little bit of his spirit.
This scoundrel. He was well aware of his position now— as the park's main star and cast coordinator, he knew that if Seiya fired him now, it would only make the park more difficult to manage. This mascot is a really tough customer.
Isuzu and Tiramii watching. All right, then. How do I reply to it?
Seiya carried out a few calculations in his mind: the mission he received; his priority in completing it; what he needed to execute his plan; the estimated risk cost of persuading this ignorant rat.
Calculation complete.
“I'll let it go this time,” he said in a soft voice. “The next time you make trouble, you're out. Beware.”
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Moffle and Tiramii return to the stage and continue to entertain their sparse visitors; they juggle, and they dance. Completely the opposite of the previous showdown, Moffle was quite in charge with the guests. Some kids even leave quite happily.
Seiya looked at them from a distance for a while. Then Isuzu called him. “I thought you'd fire him.”
“Why?”
“It's your first day here,” he observed. “You won't be a good enough example if you allow such behavior.”
“He is our cleanup hitter,” he admits. “There were some things I needed him to do before I fired him. Besides, thanks to you, he hasn't made a real loss.”
Isuzu just sighed. “All ‘Forgotten Realm’ bullets are very valuable. Each took a year to make, and I only had one left.”
“...True.”
“You should treat the use of my magical bullets like a sense of heaviness when selling family heritage objects.”
“Guh...” He could not believe he had just put on something so valuable so willingly for him.
Butbut wait. “Continuity. How much for a bullet you want to try on me this morning?”
“The hunter who got rid of the reproductive function? …I bought it first at the 100 yen Maple Land store. With taxes, the total is 105 yen each.”
What the fuck.. “It's a shame.”
“I agree that they look very cheap. That's why I wanted to test it..”.
“Ah, forget it,” he sighed. “. Thank you.”
“Not at all. I intend to do whatever I need to do.”
“I understand. Then I'd like to ask for a little more of your service—”
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They stood in front of the gate of Maple Castle, in the center of the park, as Isuzu spoke up. “I don't think this kind of service you mean..”.
It was a swimsuit that was open enough to wear in this cold weather. She was a very curvy girl, well endowed on her chest and back side, but her expression frowned and her lips started turning blue.
“Um, Kanie-san. As an actor. I don't know if I should wear this.” Muse spoke up. She stood upright beside Isuzu, also wearing a swimsuit, her beautiful and slender legs restless.
“Kanie-sama.. are you sure you want me to be in your photo?” ask Latifah. He stood up, partly assisted by Isuzu— and also wearing a swimsuit, of course. Her body was very thin, but well proportioned, with beautiful white skin.
Seiya raised his smartphone camera and started giving instructions.
“Return one step. No, it's too back. Yeah, right there. Perfect. Stay where you are, Princess. Okay, now lift the poster.”
Latifah hesitantly raised her poster. Written, ‘Our 30th Anniversary Will Arrive Soon!’ The other two raised a poster that read, ‘Everything Only 30 yen!’ and ‘Special Offer!’
“Um, um..” Muse stammered shyly. “Will these photos really be a good advertisement?”
“This is a vulgar idea, if you ask me.” Isuzu grumbling.
“...Achoo!” Latifah sneezing.
Three matchless beautiful women in an open and stimulating swimsuit. Vulgar or not, this will definitely captivate the eye. I'm not a fan of this kind of tactic, but—
“We need something that draws the eye, that's it,” he said out loud. “No matter what it is.”
Portrait tool snaps. The lighting is bad, but he can fix it with photo editing software. He continued taking pictures, however.
“Come on, smile,” he cheers them on. “Let's see that pearly white skin. Don't look like slaves in wood in ancient Rome.”
“But that's exactly how I feel..” Muse complains.
“Sento. You're the only one who doesn't smile,” Seiya observed. “You're still pouting.”
“I try to smile..” Isuzu reply.
The cast, still clearing their posts, saw the scene from afar. Some looked very pleased with the unexpected dish for their eyes, while some stared disapprovingly.
There is no way I will let that stop me, after all, Seiya thought to herself.
“OK,” said. “Now, let's make a video.” Latifah and Muse had already given sparkling smiles, but until the end, Isuzu remained sour. After taking as many photos as possible, Seiya changed its smartphone mode to recording mode. “Pronounce everything together, now, loud and clear.. One, two...”.
“Amagi Brilliant Park, only 30 yen..” said they were weakly and completely out of sync.
“Biant and clear, I said!” Seiya scolded them. “Once again! One, two..”
“Amagi Brilliant Park!” the girls ring together. “Only 30 yen!”
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Seiya felt somewhat guilty about forcing the sickly princess to join them, but he did not have time to worry about appearances. He finished filming, then went straight back to his office.
He did a little bit of repair on a fairly old computer, which was given to him by the Head of Affairs. He dropped any font, then set the details of the 30 yen campaign. In short, it took him ten minutes. He called in the head of the PR department, sent his data to his address, and then gave him a detailed set of instructions.
Incidentally, the head of PR is a strange creature of one of those magical realms. He looks like a three-headed triceratops wearing stylish glasses. His name is Tricen— is not imaginative as the name suggests, but it seems like it's his real name.
“Oh-ho. It's really very good,” Tricen snored as he checked his raw video footage. “Typically, amateur videos of this kind will be normal, so they do not have much effect, but this one is different.”
“Really? It was purely a form of my despair.” Seiya admitted.
“Of course,” Tricen comforted him. “The trio has the perfect asset—they are more cute than most idol singers, and their silent attitude makes them more attractive. It lacks a sense of calculation, which is the heart of the moe. I, the humble Tricen, must bow as a form of appreciation.” Those were horrible things to say with ease and sincerity.
“...Hei.” Seiya objected angrily.
“I'm sorry,” said Tricen apologizing. “...However, I think these assets will cause an uproar in the mascot industry.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. Isuzu-san and Muse-san are superior specimens, definitely, but Latifah-sama is part of the Maple Land royal family. Seeing His Majesty look so fragile and underdeveloped, ohh, how poignant! But the pain is also interesting. Can I spend a few moments in the bathroom?”
“Of course not.” said Seiya firmly. Is anyone polite in the park?
“The only problem,” Tricen observes, “is that this will not be of interest to housewives at all. It might even backfire on them.”.
“I have something else on my mind for them.”
“So. But I have to say. I was surprised Moffle-san gave permission for Latifah-sama to appear like this.”
“...?” What a strange thing to say, Seiya thought. Why do I need the rat's permission?
“Oh. You didn't know? Mr. Moffle it—” The sound of the door opening loudly interfered with Tricen's words.
“Kanie Seiyaaaa!” That door, kicked in its hinges, crashed into a distant wall before falling end to end onto the floor. Moffle stomped in, exuding violence.
“What's up, rat?” Seiya asked.
“You will die for this fumooo!” Moffle invaded Seiya, and attacked with animal hands. Seiya barely managed to dodge, slipping in quickly to make room between them.
“What the fuck?!” exacting.
“Shut! How dare you use Latifah like a little whore?! A swimsuit? Advertisement?! Inexcusable, fumo!” Moffle pressed him further, issuing animal hand attacks to the right and left. “You know Latifah is sick! But you told her to get out in the cold, forced her to demean her by wearing that sexual outfit... She won't stand it, fumo!”.
“Maxing?” Seiya objected with doubt, “I told him he doesn't have to do it!”
“You know he won't resist, fumo! She...she is a good girl, fumo! You used him!” Moffle leaped forward with another powerful fist. Seiya dodged, letting the mascot split his desk in half. Tricen ran over, trying to avoid the flakes drifting.
“Fumomomomomomo!”
Thousands of other animal fists rained down on Seiya.
“Gnaaaaaaaah!” Seiya countered his challenge, avoiding each of them taking turns.
Very fast! Very strong! He could feel Moffle's anger and sadness through his palms…
“Ngh...” There is sincerity in his strength. Does he owe it to Moffle, as a man, to bear the burden of the ultimate scream of his heart? Is that his job as managing manager? Of course not!
“You fucking rat!” He let one attack pass, then attacked with a twisting kick. Boxing in a guard position, Moffle bent down to dodge, and simultaneously pulled out a series of two quick blows. Pa-pow! Seiya blocked his fists, got some distance, then tried to catch his breath. It seemed like I couldn't let her get too close, she realized.
Hey, is that…! Rhythmic movement of his body. That guarding position, with his short arms pulled back, was like he was chewing his fists. Yeah, it was…
“Peek-A-Boo Style?!” Seiya demanded not to believe it. Ultimate melee fighting style—expertise of Mike Tyson, which takes out countless opponents. It was considered to be something of an anachronism under the current focus of boxing on security, but it could still endow short and powerful fighters, with explosive destructive power. With Moffle's height and divine granting power, it could unleash incredible power.
Moffle's expression changed, as if to say, Oh? Know it? “That's right,” he boasted. “I was taught by the famous Cus D’Amato, coach Tyson himself. I was his last student, fumo.”
Yes, I doubt that, Seiya thought suspiciously. And if that's true, how old are you now?
“I've sworn I'll never use this style on amateurs. But for you, Kanie Seiya.. For the sake of your execution, I will prostitute the seal.” The Moffle raid was like an attack from a reinforced tank. “You will feel the burden of your evil... to make Latifah look sexy, fumo!”.
This is not good, Seiya realized. If his office is a ring, then he's been herded into a corner. If it continued like this, he would have nowhere to run. It will just end up getting hit! “Ngh...” Is there a place where it can go? There is no gap to the left, no gap to the right. Yes, it is. up!
“Ngaaaaagh!” Seiya tried a superhuman leap into the air. Moffle clicked his tongue and tried to intercept. Then, Sento Isuzu fired a ‘sick bullet like you were holding your pinky finger against the make-up table’ on both.
“That's enough.” says Isuzu. He grasped the ready of his musket, looking down at the two who were wriggling on the ground. He was already wearing his garden uniform; he must have changed his clothes, and then ran over here.
“Mof... fu...!”
“I-It... hurts...!”
“Enough with this meaningless fight,” Isuzu tells them firmly. “...Well, Mr. Moffle. The princess agreed to model with full understanding of the situation.”
“Moffu. But... but...!” Disappointed tears flowed down Moffle's cheeks.
“The princess showed no signs of suffering,” he continued. “Red in shame, he stated ‘Then, such clothes may please more rough perks...This is unparalleled entertainment!’”.
“Grr..”.
“Why are you saying it in literary style?” Seiya wanted to know. And doesn't that mean he says, “It's a shame if men will find this outfit encouraging?”
Isuzu ignored him, and continued, “One of the followers who heard him said.. ‘Your words reached their ears, mistress, and they screamed.’” In other words, the princess' words made the men scream happily.
“Really, why literary style?” Seiya. “...And can you really interpret ‘screaming happy’ like that?”
“However, Latifah-sama gave ready permission for this,” Isuzu concluded. “Because of that, Mr. Moffle, I cannot agree your complaint deserves.”
“Moffu.. But you should avoid taking Latifah-sama out of the park,” he said anxiously. “You know it is the limiter, fumo.”
“He should have been safe as long as I was with him.” Isuzu said.
“Alright, fumo.” Moffle agreed reluctantly.
“Kanie-kun's chat. Moffle caused another problem. Are you going to fire him?” tanyakanya.
“...No. He keeps it backstage, so it doesn't count.” If he tried something like this in front of the guests, Seiya would definitely fire him on the spot. Fortunately, they were in his office, behind closed doors. How annoying he is, he cannot fire someone based on personal emotions.
“Understood,” she assures. “Good, then. Back to work soon, Moffle.”
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