Let's Raise the Abandoned Cat Heroes – an Awesome Demon Hunter Who Switched to Being a Teacher,

Cuts, cuts, cuts......

I walk down the stone corridor to the stadium grounds behind my godchildren.

Walking down this hallway reminds me of the old days.

The stars of this scene now are the three godchildren: Rio, Illis and Mayfa, who walk before me.

But I was the one who walked here eight years ago as the star.

It was a personal battle at the time, the strongest new brave decision, and I became the winner of the year.

Then I turned down the different scouts and I became a free demon hunter.

But no matter how active I was as a demon hunter, I wasn't very filled.

More than that, I had a strong impression of a teacher who took care of me when I was a student at the College of the Brave, and I wanted to be a teacher too, and in about three years I quit the Demon King Hunter business and became a teacher at the College of the Brave.

Then about five years went by, and now it is.

I don't think I can be as good a teacher as the teacher who took care of me.

Still immature, not to the teacher I admired.

But still...

Quite, somewhat, is it doing well?

Either way, now we're in a position to watch.

It's so itchy to just watch your godchildren fight instead of fighting.

Was the teacher watching over me like this, too?

I looked at the three godchildren walking in front of me, their back lengths stretched only a little more than a year ago, and I was puzzled by that emotion.

Eventually, the godchildren reach before the heavy door.

I nodded to Eagle Deep as Rio turned around with his hand on the door.

Rio pushes the door open.

In the dim hallway, there is a bright light...

─ ─ Waaaaaaaaaaaa!

From the audience of over 10,000, a great deal of cheer came down to the Rio's.

And when Illis was frightened, and Mayfa was softened, and Rio spitted.

Rio and the others step out into the arena ground, terrified.

I followed them with the feeling of protecting their backs.

Vision opens.

The grounds of the arena were as large as ever.

It is large enough to loosely secure a truck walking a hundred metres in a straight line.

There was an audience seat spread in a rink around the ground, with an incredible number of spectators overlooking the Rio's.

It's about morning and noon time.

Sunny weather full of sky, though not to the point, is mostly sunny except for dark clouds that appear farther away, and the bright sunlight falls all over the ground.

It also seemed like a blessing to Rio.

In fact, Rio and the others are not the only protagonists of this occasion.

Across the ground, from the face-to-face entrance and exit, students from the other school were entering.

Four male students and one male teacher with a pull rate.

When an alternate and a single student and a teacher of pull retreats laterally, the three male students come forward as they are.

The boys at the other school all had a nigga snarling grin on their faces, which, to put it bluntly, seemed like a sweet look at the Rio's.

Meanwhile, I'm sending out my godchildren.

"Rio, Illis, Mayfa. I've told you many times, you guys are strong. Be confident, you understand."

"" "Yes!

"All right, come on!

When I push your back with words, the three people who got it walk out to the center of the ground.

I dropped it off and retreated to the side of the ground.

Under the three Rio players, and the other school players, the attendants of the tournament each rush over and attach some magic props to all of them.

They are designed to prevent dangerous accidents from occurring in battles between brave men, such as magic props that suppress the wearer's magic, or magic props that increase his defense.

At the end of all that preparation, eventually the three boys from the other school and the three Rio's face each other near the center of the ground.

When they approached each other, a whistle called "Hiru" was rising from among the boys at the other school.

And the boys whisper something to each other.

Seeing the appearance of the three Rio's, maybe I have something to think about.

The boys at the other school opened their mouths when both reached the prescribed position.

"Hey, I was wondering what kind of potato-smelling miscellaneous fish brave guy would come out because it's called a brave college in an unnamed village. You actually look super cute. ─ Hey, you guys, when this fight's over, why don't we go on a date with us later? Then I'll be gentle in this battle and in the battle on the bed after that."

"Idiot, you w-what are you saying in a place like this, www?"

"There's no way. It's Bakka. This guy's www."

"" "Gahahahahahahahaha!

The male student laughed at the Guerraggera.

...... ha.

Am I the only one who feels down year after year about the morals of the new brave......

Today, the guiding principle of removing the education of the spirit of bravery (bravery) from the curriculum is flowing from the perspective of brave associations, and teachers and colleges who agree with it have already incorporated it.

I wonder how it is.

Well, I tried to teach in college, and it's already too late for some students, and it sounds good to say, "Have a free education that's not tied to ethics or morality."

No, I know what's wrong with boys.

I know, but I don't know.

Some more like this, brave things clean and white......

And so on and so on, from the board seat of the Brave Men's Association at the corner of the audience.

"No, you're quite liberal, energetic and brave."

"I understand. I understand. We have to try not to crush that young sensibility."

"Yeah. Maybe the way those young people are, is the way they look like the new brave ones in charge of the next generation."

I could hear such appropriate words.

Cyrus and his surroundings.

And those guys, they're really clever at decorating it like that with words like that...

By the way, some of the officers of the Brave Men's Association are from different factions than Cyrus.

From what I can tell, it's people who think of themselves as "good sense."

Seeing them, they seemed to be frowning at the current interaction.

But in terms of forces, it seems that the Cyrus faction is more dominant in a ratio of about seven to three or eight to two, and that in them it is difficult to counter the tyranny of the Cyrus faction.

Still, if it's a good opportunity, it's possible to flip both scales.

Forget it.

The referee just paid attention to the boys students.

Watch your mouth, that is the instruction.

The boys who heard about it seemed to reply grossly, "hey," "yes, yes, I get it," "by being tough," etc.

On the other hand, I speak to Rio and the others.

"Hey, Rio, Illis, Mayfa. You're not going to go out with the bad boys at the other school. You can ignore it."

Then the three godchildren returned this voice.

"Yeah, brother. It's okay because I don't want to play dumb with you or anything."

"Never mind the teacher. These people, kill them instantly and they're done."

"... nasty lower stuff, I don't like it.... I don't have an aesthetic for teasing. Unpleasant."

... Uh, yeah.

He says "okay" or "never mind" in his mouth, but apparently both Rio and Illis are angry at you for sounding good.

And Mayfa has a strange argument.

And the boys at the other school stood colored when they heard the words of Rio.

The referee went in between and stopped it, but there was still an atmosphere of assault.

Eventually, the referee urged both of them to thank him for deciding it was out of their hands or to just start the game.

The 'thank you' voices released by a total of six men and women were all flooded with risky hostility.

The referee falls sideways.

The audience seats that were on purpose start to quiet down.

When the referee raised the flag...

"─ Begin!

The flag was swung overhead.