The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

As I jumped into my room, from relief and fatigue, I took a huge sigh of har to the front door.

(Hitomi - it was in my eyes...)

I got away with it for now, but the next time I see him, he won't hold it when he gets tangled up at that rate. It's the same F class, so they're the ones who face each other every day.... Not Nishikujo, but I want to refuse to go to school too.

What a disillusionment to think about the future.

- Plus, I don't feel half done.

(I'm fucked...)

Regardless of previous life, ordinary people in modern Japan will not turn around early. Unless you're also an idol who can sing and dance. At least I won't be in high school in Hutu. I overdid it because of how much I was caught up with. I thought it was safer and better than jumping off the second floor, but if you think calmly, they're both. It is a complete miscalculation. Reflection.

Hi. I've had a lot of light Nori runaways like "I can or won't do it" for a long time. When I accidentally burst into a herd of demons, the cleric lumped me with anger. I was even angrier when I laughed and tried to flush it off because I was safe. He seemed really angry with the clergyman. It's better now in that respect, but why do you think it scares me when it pisses me off now for some reason? The cleric was fine with pissing him off, but that brother honestly doesn't want to piss him off too much.

(But that poor red-haired move, I'm pretty glad it's beautiful...)

It can also be said that the reason why I did Bakuru was because of it.

Dragged unknowingly by the belligerent atmosphere and momentum of the redhead, the blood made a scene when he was a brave man.

That's why they caught me.

Of course, there were times when you said, "Don't hurt yourself easily" with a smile on your face.

But now that I can't say it, I still get beaten up by redheads one shot hard (kicked?) in peace (?) I should have kept it.

Either way, if I don't weigh myself more properly, funny rumors will stop me from laughing. It's hard to move and a lot of inconvenience to find yourself in a situation where a reincarnator you know wanders around.

The next time you get tangled up in red hair, take it spoiled, whether it's kicking or fisting.

I made up my mind.

Still, I'm kind of moving away from my mediocre routine. Moreover, gradually that is becoming commonplace. I guess I'm already so poisoned too...

Seriously, I'm anxious about my fortune at this school.

Was it so hard to live a peaceful student life...? I miss middle school when I was a plain, mob kid. That was my paradise.

"Shokun,... what's wrong?

If I raised my eyes to the hung voice, the six valleys that were back in the room first looked at me round. You seem surprised at how crappy I am.

"... ahhh,... I'm home"

Welcome back. No.

"I'm good for Hondo in the same room as Rokkaya..."

I am healed by the six valleys who react very normally. The anxiety of my heart was relieved a bit. - I have a heavy hobby, but without it, Rokkaya is the ideal companion. I'm glad you're not the dangerous person who suddenly kicks in.... By the way, I was totally out of my mind about what happened a few days ago when I was chased around swinging a chair to Rokkaya.

"Suddenly what?

The six valleys were decent, and then they showed their illuminated faces.

"I'd love to be in my room with Alois-Shokun."

"... Aloise, don't say it"

Foreword withdrawn.

I knew this guy was dangerous, too.

It's like Tanaka.

... Speaking of which, he was also called Alois-Sato or something. Really. But, hey.

"Is something wrong?

To Rokkaya's question, I answer as I take off my shoes and go up to my room.

"He's dyeing his hair red in the same class, right? He tricked me into running away."

"- Red hair in our class,... is that right, Yaichi Seto?

"No, I don't know your name..."

To the six valleys, who opened their eyes and gave a surprise voice,

"What, he's a jerk after all?

and sit tight in his bed with a glance on his face.

"Yaichi Seto is the son of Yakuza's team leader, and if he comes out clean, he can't get his hands on it... I'm talking about it. The street name at school is Mad Dog."

"... you're betta betta"

(A rabid dog... well, it sure wasn't like that)

To share his honest thoughts, Rokkaya smiled bitterly "... right".

"But I'm not supposed to be as orbital as rumors... From what I've seen, you buy a sold fight, but you've rarely sold a fight from yourself, have you?

"I was just sold as much as I wanted."

"Under what circumstances did that happen?

Explain how Ryukezaki asked me to visit his room.

"Totally tread and kick."

When I finished talking to him. So blurred, Rokkaya gave me a sympathetic look.

"... I don't know, Shokun, are you sad?

"If Seto finds out about the room here, can he push me?

"Mm-hmm. Room numbers are in the secret to avoid bluffing, and if you're Seo Kun's character, you're likely to come into more straightforward contact. I wonder why you wouldn't bother looking for a room like this."

Indeed, what Rokkaya said was convincing.

I just talked to him for a second, but it doesn't seem like that's where I'm going to find out and do this. It's the opposite of my brother, who seems to have one thing in his belly, even if he's laughing.

Seo's simplicity is obvious from that attack pattern, too, and if you're looking, I'd be myself, not the room. And you don't have to look for it in the first place because it's in the same class.

"Ugh, I don't want to go to Gakko tomorrow"

Then I rolled into bed and said to me, "Rest? I've heard."

"I'm not resting."

Looking up at the ceiling, I stretched my hands high.

From the gap between the open fingers, the ceiling is visible. Once upon a time, even when I was in the wild, I looked up to heaven over my palm like this.

Stars were visible from between my fingers.

Distant, far-reaching, brilliant stars.

A distance that seemed so close that I could grab it in the palm of my hand that I couldn't reach it no matter how extended my arm made my chest cold.

"You don't have to go. I'll go. 'Cause... I, Gacko, I like you."

In the previous life, there was no such thing as an educational institution aimed at the common people.

That's why I was illiterate in my previous life.

Education depends to a great extent on the environment.

My employer used me from morning to evening in the first place, and I had no time to learn, no teaching materials to learn, no one to beg me to teach.

... until he was chosen as a brave man and his life changed.

I became a brave man for some reason, and the surrounding environment changed dramatically, and most things came true if I wanted to. - Then you could have learned if you wanted to, but there were as many opportunities as there were, and I didn't do it.

The letter was as far away as a star glittering in the night sky, and even if it seemed nearby, it had decided on its own that it was something that was disproportionate and incomprehensible to me.

Probably even meant it.

The letters, because they were wealthy things.

Learning letters was resistant because I was going to belong there too.

It was something that gave rise to longing and, at the same time, a sense of repentance.

(When I heard about compulsory education, I was amazed)

Everyone is required to learn.

In this world, no, at least it's an education system that's taken for granted in Japan, but if you try it on me, it's just fantasy.

Even letters are given in calculations, even if they don't want to.

He said he felt so repellent, but it was so accepted if he thought it was a different world. Conversely, the conversation was so much more irresponsible because the language of the previous life was entrenched even when I was reborn.

I hate testing, but learning is fun.

I also like to read books.

Schools are interesting too.

- But I don't want to compete with anyone, so I guess this school itself isn't right for my skin.

Tired of repeated disasters (mainly man-made disasters) and the relaxation of my mind returning to my room, I lay in bed and fell asleep to be suddenly drawn in.

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"Cleric Harves-Thor"

As I walked up the stairs of the staying Lordship Hall, I saw silver hair walking alone at the end of the hallway, and I approached early enough to speak on its back. I just didn't see any other people around, which was convenient.

It is rare for a cleric to be alone.

For the most part, it is often accompanied by cleric soldiers who are with or also serve as escorts to the clergy.

Clerics are a need for recovery, so in a way, they're more about safety than I am.

However, the Consulate, which is currently staying, had a strict security posture, thanks to which he was allowed relatively free time to face his fellow citizens, including himself.

We were supposed to be based here for a while.

"... it's unusual to hear from you. What can I do for you?

The smiling face in retrospect is flattering, but the tone is disgusting.... If I don't need help, I won't speak to you or anything, and I'll deal with this one with my inner illness.

"She taught her disciples letters, and I wanted to say a word of thanks"

"I'm not thankful. It's a good thing to go to school. He is resourceful, courteous, and sincere"

"... you're trying to tell me you don't look like a master."

I should be glad to be praised for my disciple, but my mouth slipped, honestly unhappy, at the way in which I let him have some inclusions in the clergy. It is the usual pattern.

"The seclusion isn't beautiful, is it? I'll tell you what, if you don't mind?

"I don't care if you can't read or write."

No letters are needed to fight demons.

My hand is for holding the sword, not the pen.

"... why don't you think about something a little further? It's neither too early nor too late to learn. When you want to learn, it's when you learn. Your way of life is too brave."

"If you're preaching, hit the other one."

"Lord Brave."

It annoys me to have a hobby.

The correctness of plainly shaking the verdict is negligible.

This is why I don't want to be involved with priests.

"- It's good about me. But I really appreciate the apprentice. I'm sorry, but I want you to tell me if it's okay if you keep doing what's possible. Please."

Momentum lowered his head and there were slight signs of breathing overhead.

"... that's how you thank me for my apprentice."

After a while, the words spouted with the sigh felt somehow mixed with bitterness. But the discomfort then spreads once and for all into the thorny dialogue thrown at it.

"I meant to, even if you didn't ask me to. - It's unpleasant that you can be so bad at it."

The clergyman raised his head. When he glanced at me cold with his blindfolded eyes, he turned away and just left me without saying hello and walked away from the spot.

"Oh, my God. Tunker me. Fucking guy."

After I couldn't see the silver hair flowing down my back gracefully, I threw up a small dissatisfaction in the quiet hallway.

What didn't you like?

- No, I'm sure he doesn't care what I do. That's always the attitude. It's cold and hard on me to be polite and thankful to the rest of you. I know you hate me, but shouldn't he be handling it a little more adultly? Because I'm a cleric.

"... that's what's ahead."

I snorted.

"Can you be a civilian to me?

- It's ridiculous.

Grasp the holy sword pattern all the way around your hips.

Don't attract the future or anything.

Don't talk about hope or anything.

Don't seek ideals.

I will defeat the Demon King.

As a brave man, I just fight to fulfill a mission pushed by God.

"Master!"

My jaws naturally lowered to the appearance of a disciple rushing over with his green eyes shining through the light and his chestnut curly hair jumping.

"Me, I can write my name now!

"... that's amazing"

I sneeze and stroke my head at a height around my shoulder. Soft kid's unique hair tangles in his fingers and is comfortable.

"I also wrote my master's name!

I can't read the letters written on the paper that I've happily offered, but - "Aren't you good," I laughed.

Even if I can't imagine my end, I want to protect the pure, unusual smile that can be directed at me.

Not as a brave man, but as a master of this child's wonders.

"The priest praised you."

"Wow, is that true!?

"He said he was good like his master."

"... no, that's obviously a lie, isn't it"

"Oh, you doubt this Yarrow, Master"

"Your disciple will not serve until you know as well as your master lies."

"He doesn't lose his mouth."

"It's a master's concession."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I enjoyed a discourse with a disciple who had no other love, a rest between the bundles.

Between battles, there was certainly such a heartwarming moment, - and I'd been sinking to the bottom of my memory.

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