The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Wake up.

- Brave man.

The time has come.

Wake up, brave man.

Take the sword of God.

Destroy the demon.

Pay the evil.

Stop the collapse of the world.

Now is the time to unleash your power.

Do your duty.

Protect the world, but you have been given responsibility.

Wake up, savior brave!

* * *

I don't even know if it belongs to a man or a woman. A majestic, heavy voice rocks my sleeping soul.

over and over again, repeated like a broken record. It is

with earlobes,

Shut up,

Depressing.

- There is also enough to interfere with sleep.

"I'm not waking up!

I got up screaming and gabbing.

Waking up yesterday with the voice of the Demon King (alarm clock) also sucked, but that today sucked even worse in circles than yesterday. Continuing with the Demon King, I'm kidding, like, God today.

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

My heart beat my chest so hard, my breathing was disturbed and my emotions were rough that I didn't think I'd wake up.

Had they done it, the sweat creep from his temples passed down his cheeks and dripped from his chin tip.

(... I really want you to give me a break...)

A nightmare.

"Voice" still in the back of my ear.

It's like a curse.

A "voice" that takes away the will of what you hear.

If that's the voice of God, - God damn it.

I'm not a brave man anymore.

Wipe (plush) sweat with the back of your hand and exhale deeply.

There are no abnormalities in the body.

... I don't feel "power" anywhere in me.

I was relieved and weakened by it.... It's okay. Nothing changes. Nothing has changed. I remain "me".

I told myself, feeling a calming heartbeat.

(Um, it's just a dream)

Without "power," - there is no holy sword at heart.

Even "demons" do not exist in this world.

What used to be is also now living as a "person".

There is no need to destroy what is not there (...), etc.

"Shokun?... What's wrong?

That's why I could laugh and answer the surprise I heard from the next bed.

"Oh, bad. You woke me up."

"... were you screaming something?

"I fell asleep a little"

Even though Rokkaya was woken earlier than usual, he checks the clock on his pillow without even feeling grumpy.

The Demon King's alarm clock had been transformed into what it had been.

When I stopped the wake-up function on the first day, Rokkatani took care of himself in the closet when he felt a little more critical about how he handled it. Initially he showed resistance to the "ban on use" I complained about, but he reconsidered that it was no match for him when it was destroyed. I think it's a wise decision.

My fingers touch the piercing unconsciously.

- From then until now, there is no contact of the Demon King.

I'm on the school island, but I still seem to be hovering around there fluttering.

I decided to follow the signs even though I would go looking for them.

Unlike when I was in elementary school, I wouldn't be asked to explore it.

After dinner last night, I took a bath and just went to bed. He looked at me entering the futon in the first place before 9: 00, and Rokkaya said, "Huh? Not too soon?" I was surprised, but you guessed something from how I was, turning off the ceiling lights. Rokkaya is a good guy.

That day, I didn't want to follow the presence of the Demon King anymore.

And I meditated (crushed) my eyes on everything and fled into the world of sleep.

I threw everything out yesterday and fell asleep, so in the end, it's also unclear if the earstone really functions as an "engraving" so far.

If you keep avoiding it, it will be clear sooner or later.

If you don't have to stay in contact, I don't think you've ever crossed it.

For myself, - for the Demon King.

Nothing but outrage, to be clear, such as myself and the Demon King hanging out intimately within this school. It's not like I was in elementary school when I was easy in a way. You won't be sorry if your buddies found out in your previous life.... both of you.

We have to hide who we are, what we are.

I got hit by the Demon King yesterday, too, but I won't take that unconsciousness again.

Though I make such a statement of determination on the inside of my mind,

"Don't run anymore."

The advice of childhood tampering rises to the lid and puts his face to shame.

(... of when you want to run away)

God is next to the Demon King, or - even in my dreams, I don't have a resting place?

The aftermath of the nightmare sinked my feelings.

When I get myself out of bed, I weave a familiar hoodie over my sleeping shirt.

"Are you going to breakfast already?

"... no, I'm even going for a walk because my eyes are gone and I'm not going to be able to sleep anymore. Don't worry about Rokkaya. Go to sleep."

"Hmm... ok. Go ahead."

I left the room ahead of Rokkaya, who cared about this one and made me lose my way.

There is still time before dawn.

If we get better, we'll be able to sleep another night.

Besides, I wanted to be alone now, if I could.

- I'm going to regret this decision I made easily without thinking too deeply, but I got out of the dorm to change my mood.

Already in my strange place, the mighty "power" used to twirl and swallow the entire school island.

Either me or the Demon King,... No, only a very small part of us still knew that everything that lives on the school island would be thrown in response in that vortex.

* * *

I jogged all the way across the windscreen forest to the coast.

Moving your body is the best way to freshen up your mood.

These sensations still carry on the learnings of previous life.

When I left the dorm, the sky over my head was still dark blue and the stars glowed strongly, but by the time I reached the promenade that circled along the coast, the horizon was starting to turn white.

Based on the original island, the school island is vast with a landfill area.

Never a small island.

Maintained in landfill, the place is urban in refinement with artificial functional beauty and resort-style design, but almost untouched native forests remain in the central part of the island, as well as cut cliffs on the sides of the island.

Although the promenade is built to circle the island along the sea, it seems to be off-limits to places considered dangerous, such as near rough rocks of waves and places susceptible to high tides due to full tides.

... I'd like to sneak around the island sometime.

In the sea breeze, the sun wheel gradually began to look away from the sea and change the colour of the world as it ran more and more down the promenade listening to the tide.

It changes the sky, the sea and even the invisible air as you look at it, shining the whole picture of the school island receiving light.

The exterior walls of the school island buildings were mostly white, so even divine that they would be illuminated in the morning sun.

... at the same time. Speaking of which, the temple of the goddess would have been white, and the memory of not taking it was dug up.

The sight of seabirds flying in unison from the island's trees gently aiming for a sea of glowing light is magnificent with spreading wings. Close your eyes to the graceful bird wings and drop them off.

Turning his gaze back on the perfectly brightened promenade, he found a shadow forward.

Along the promenade are dotted wooden benches.

One man sitting on one of them with a potpound seemed blurry looking at the sea scene dawning in a relaxed position.

It can be used to look out at the sea or for a walk or a break from a jog. There, the face of a man sitting in his personal clothes was just a reflection of the morning sun and it was hard to tell.

It's just that my hair caught my eye as it caught a light.

Seems like a young man, but it's hard to identify if he's a student or a teacher, or if he's one of the staff working on the school island again, based on his outfit and appearance.

The way I was farsighted naturally gradually approached me as I ran.

You noticed my footsteps, that face that's been pointed at the ocean, slowly turning this way.

Angularly, the reflection was somewhat loose, and I recognized that the hair that was looking golden was actually a slightly calmer color flavor.

Sweet eyes capture my appearance.

Flax hair was scattered over her cheeks, exposed to strong sea breezes.

I'm caught up in a strong sense of visibility, and I take a breath.

My feet had stopped unconsciously.

- No, I might rather be conscious.

At any rate, I didn't want to get any closer to the guy on the bench.

He was not a disgusting face, but rather a man of indelible appearance when it comes to beauty, and he doesn't feel particularly hostile.

I look about the same age as myself when I was old. Then there's no need to feel reluctant about the elderly or teachers.

Yet I couldn't even get past him.

- It's like I ran into a ghost.

Of course I guess this man is a normal human being because there won't be any ghosts who exist in the morning sun all over his body.

The guy who was looking at me with a quiet look distorted his slightly thicker lips into the form of a bitter smile.

"It's like seeing a ghost in your face."

"... ugh."

"He who looks at me like that, I wonder how many..."

He got up off the bench in a carefree motion.

Then he stepped toward me and walked one step at a time on a long stride, grinning lovingly this time. The smile is very frigid.

"Who do you know about 'The Brave One' too?

Peeping through the gaps in my hair, my shiny eyes stare at me.

They even look a lot like the color of my eyes and I'm starting to feel worse. No, it would be "creepy" if I expressed my mood more correctly.

(What the hell is this...)

Who is this, - a man who looks terribly like me in a previous life?

Your appearance, the color of your eyes, the color of your hair.

Some attitude like eating people.

All love is a good, contentless smile.

It's disgustingly similar to who I once remembered.

"If you can be a 'brave man' just on the outside, don't you think anyone can be?

I can't give a word back to the creeps of a man who says such things with his eyes, even if his face is laughing, with no shards of laughter at all, and he shuts up.

... Now if I opened my mouth, I was going to have an irrevocable hemp.

Just the appearance...

I learn to be hooked on that word.

All you need to be a 'brave man' is a holy sword.

All you need to do to get the Holy Sword is to be chosen by the Goddess.

And the conditions for being elected goddess are - …,

I told who it (...)...?

All of a sudden, he grabs his jaw for a long time and gets it up.

The longer the flax-colored hair is likely to touch, the closer I open my eyes to my looming face.

"Hey, are you listening? You're talking to me, and you're ignoring me all the time, aren't you?

I shake off a hand that grabbed my jaw and jumped a step away from a man I didn't know how to handle.

"... that? You look dull and you're making such a good move. But your face, your outfit, it's too normal. It looks like a mutton fish."

Puffing his punched hand, he laughs at my panic at the teasing mix.

... I don't like the similarity of 'brave men' where they try to piss off their opponents like this and elicit a reaction.

were shinobi-colored eyes watching me coldly on my expression and back.

Enemy.

Are you on your side?

Or a mutton fish that's not enough to take.

Calmly classify and divide.

- Oh. I know.

I was a disgusting man with a bad personality pretending to be a clown.

You can't help it because that was the 'brave' virginity.

Make him forget it.

Now, don't make me reproduce this sophisticated.

Whose conspiracy is it?

- Or do you want me to say that this guy is really a 'brave man'?

I have nothing to prove 'me' to.

All I have is memories that were 'me'.

... What if, for example, this memory is the product of self-assumption?

I was struck by anxiety that my feet would collapse.

I am so shocked that my self-awareness that I am myself is shaken.

To the presence in front of me...

At that time.

"Kakel."

A firm voice that never wavered echoed my head.

- Demon King.

"Kakel, come home"

... Wait a minute! Didn't the piercing work just to explore the position!? Besides, if you're gonna come looking for me, after all, if you're gonna call it in, it doesn't mean anything about location!

"Can't you just reply, Kakel?"

This one yelled at me in a reading from the Demon King (Nenwa).

"Ter! You...! What the fuck is this!

"No pants found"

".................................... what?

"I can't find my replacement pants. I haven't changed in ten days. That's just uncomfortable. Ten days seems to be the limit."

"Hey dirty!!

What are you doing, you pimboke demon king? That sucks. You need a high school boy to change his pants for ten days. It's impossible. No matter how beautiful your face is, you treat a woman like an unclean man with a cockroach. I mean, yesterday's pants were aged for nine days! Wow. We're getting close. Me! Nine days, the pants man pushed me down! It's Siac! It is rather a miracle that it did not smell. I don't need this cam-out. I didn't want to hear it sincerely...

"I want new pants. Bring it to your room immediately."

"You know what! Why am I in your pants..."

"Pants??

My scream raised a voice of doubt.

So I finally remembered the other person who was here.

When I rushed over to check on you, "The Brave Man" looked at me with a Kyoton face.

(Shit! I was in your voice!?

It is too inadvertent.

Or I forgot all the circumstances to too much content. They are pants for ten days at any rate. In a way, it's more shocking than whether the man in front of you is a 'brave man' or not.

I don't know how long I've been talking to the Demon King out loud, but I no longer had to laugh and delude myself here.

"My pants aren't dirty..."

"... right"

It is the Demon King who is unclean.

"Weird guy."

"... right"

Hen is the demon king.

But without daring to argue, I laugh and distance myself with the freak rettel on and try to leave the scene, "Well, I remember the emergency..."

I don't really want to be mentioned about pants.

I just hope you forget that I ran into a weird pants guy here on the promenade and so on soon.

I mean, when I put the word "pants man" on the promenade, I just kept wanting to cry pervert. The pants man is a demon king, but he is a wet coat. He really doesn't do a lot of things every time.

"Name…. What's your name?

He turned his back on me and turned around.

What do you want me to do with the name of the pants guy?

No, I don't want to be named.

You felt my rejection, the guy who looked like 'brave' gave himself a name with a little laugh.

"I'm a year s class, heaven = nicholas = client"

... That's some kind of missionary name. It looks like a chapel or something...

Probably a half or a quarter.

I guess there's some foreign blood mixed up somewhere.

Unlike my less irregular Japanese face, it's also deeply carved.

Besides, it's S-class.

You mean if this guy was two years old, he would have been in the same class as my brother? Great.... if you see this guy and that brother talking friendly, it looks like some goosebumps. It's disgusting.

"So? What's your name?

"... F of 1, Chiba Sho (Kake)"

Persistently asked, I had no choice but to answer briefly. It's just against courtesy not to name the person you named. Besides, it's the same grade anyway. It's not as much here as a lot, and I'll see.

"F or..."

Heaven did not respond to the name and seemed to care about the class.

There was a mix of disappointment in my voice, so it was time for me to leave the scene. I don't suppose you're calling for the lowest class of people or something. But...

"I can't really get a chance to get in touch with you at school in F. F school building, it's too far away."

Hi. They weren't the same "disappointment" I had in mind.

"... should we play in the dorm? You call that flying sho?... Oh well. That's a good name. Nice to meet you, Sho."

You're suddenly friendly, Oi.

"No... I'm in a hurry..."

I kind of pulled honestly to the attitude of someone I was suddenly familiar with, and I cloud my words and now it's time to run out to the dorm.

"Again!

I ignored the voice thrown at my back.

This is desirable in a direction where there is no "again" opportunity, if possible.

"Kakel, have you got your pants yet?"

"Uh-oh! (Anger) '

I yelled back at the pants guy who was urging me in my brain with a reading story. When I jumped into the dorm on a scale, I bought exactly ten pairs of men's pants at the convenience store on the ground floor and knocked on the door to room 210 where the Demon King was with it.

And I push a bag of pants into the demon king who immediately turned up whether he was waiting or not.

At this point, it doesn't matter what kind of demon king he was in in his previous life.

I didn't forgive that yesterday, but I stopped breathing somewhat after meditating on my eyes because I was faced with more unforgivable events. 'Cause it's going to stink. I don't want to smell the demon king's pants.

I can't forgive my pants as a person for ten days. Don't forgive me.

Normally I can't stand having a pants guy in the same classroom for ten days, even though it's not a take-up and cleanliness habit.

"Keep your pants open every day."

The demon king snorted silently at my attitude, intimidating him with no expression. Honest and good.

Having fulfilled my mission, I give you what you give me, and I just give you back your heels so you don't have to stay long. The Demon King said something, but of course he ignored it without waiting. I'm not that sweet, and I'm not sweet.

"Kakel... made me take the trouble. … thank, do"

I couldn't say thank you enough. I was about to turn to the demon king. I was forced to hold my neck forward, and I went straight through the crossing hall to the dining room with my big crotch.

- Don't bond, me. I don't care how cute you look, you're a pants man for ten days!

Yes, while I tell myself...