The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- He was probably trying to unconsciously forgive me.

To the innocent smile of the encounter.

I said all I know is how to live as a demon king. To a meticulous eye.

To a small voice who asked what it meant to live as a person.

To that appearance of sleeping alone and round.

I'm sure they were about to bond.

- That's why I was alarmed.

* * *

That day, our class was running a school garden truck as a thousand-meter walking exercise in physical fitness measurements during physical education hours.

I was just moving my legs as I sloppily chatted with Uchi, who lined up shoulders next to me, keeping my position around a little more than I had in the middle of becoming a group. With so much speed, I can afford to talk.

"It's been a long time since you were thin. Cookies aren't distracted."

"Well, I'm already working out."

"What? You're actually sneaking up on a sportsman or something?

"No, just a hobby"

"Shumi, that's sinister. I wish I played some kind of sport."

"Mm-hmm..."

"Baseball or football. Basketball... is a little short for you?

"Oh, my God, I'm as yummy as a chick."

"Well, that's normal."

"Mundane"

Normal is the best.

I don't have a sport of interest, and that's fine if I just relax and live.

I don't want to get bumpy.

"Cookies have good motor nerves anyway, so I think it's a waste. I wish I could do something."

"Whatever your head is. I'm pretty smart, too. Long live the mediocre."

"So. Cookie's mediocre faith!

Uchi somehow brings in a subtle glance.

"... what if we stop doing that already?

"Oh, why?"

"Why are you here? What do you like about mediocrity?"

"........................... Sound?

"It's not good. Let me get this straight. It feels like you don't call yourself mediocre."

"Well, I forgot the past."

"Can you forget? A man's head, slapped with his sword."

... it was. The demon king of the play. It was this guy.

"Sorry to hear that."

"That's enough.... I didn't want to do anything else."

Silence flowed between us for a while.

It was still Uchi who broke that silence and opened his mouth.

"... the other day. I saw your aunt in our neighborhood."

"... heh"

"... was with some uncle"

"... well"

"If. If your aunt remarries, you don't have to put up with it anymore, do you?

I was surprised.

My mother was seeing some man, not the part.

I had a feeling that there was a man hanging out with my mother. Even children have adults in their bodies.... not some famous detective pakuri.

Well, it doesn't have to be a name detective. I can pretty much guess. Because I'm an adult. I said it twice because it's important.

That's not where I was surprised...

"You're a good guy, Uchi."

"Hey, what the fuck! Suddenly!"

Uchi turned red on me when I said it was stingy. The familiar childhood familiar face looks so cute in Russia. Ah, it's all around. Once upon a time, my apprentice hated me for doing it, but it's my greatest expression of affection.

Leaning unconsciously with his hands twitched, Uchi, who had a good idea, quickly fastened his legs and went through the previous runner's house. Shit, did I miss it?

(Uchi, I'm happy with your feelings. I'm not putting up with anything)

Really, for real, I want to live my life normally.

- But.

"Shisei! The Demon King will go and fall!

………………

Before my little wish, there's apparently a dark cloud.

Looking back reluctantly, a few more metres from the rear of the tail, a luxurious body was stuck on the ground.

In the mediocre life I was looking for, there was no doubt that he was standing as the biggest barrier.

In the end, the usual pattern made me the feather to carry the fallen Demon King on my back and all the way to the infirmary.

I promised you too much already and I'm not even sighing. I'd rather fall.

I was already running a thousand meters this way until the end of the day, but you know all the teachers and classes there?

And so is Sama, the culprit.

I'll tell you what I've been thinking here for a long time. I told you.

"You really need to get some more strength and do something about that poverty."

The strongest demon king, once reincarnated, became the weakest man.

Enough of that.

Even I'm not the old me anymore.

But don't bother people.

Try to be weakest.

(Why should I bother...)

The reason I killed him in my last life is because I rejected him. At the same time, I'm dead. I don't owe this guy a heart debt.

"Eat better. Come on."

To my bitterness, the Demon King answers with his back.

"I don't like fish or meat"

"Bye, rice"

"I don't like it."

"The bread."

"My mouth clamps"

"Vegetables"

"Smells"

This Yarrow.

"Too much bigotry. What are you eating and living for?"

Kasumi. Does the Demon King intend to be a Immortal again?

The demon king, who seems to have been reticent for a long time, groans.

"... I like gluten"

"Buha... what's that choice!

Gluten.

"It's carp!

Demon King's favorite is gluten sweets.

Funny. Boom.

"That one has excellent texture. Easy and fluffy. And sweet. That's sweet."

When I imagined the Demon King eating gluten in the first place, my stomach cramped.

"Why don't you walk properly without laughing? It will be fluttering and dangerous"

'Cause you make me laugh.

Don't make me laugh.

The tone of some obstinate demon king makes me laugh more and more.

"No. I got a bump. Don't stop."

Abdominal pain.

Still, with my guts, I walked off carrying the Demon King to the infirmary. I think I'm just a former brave man.

I praise myself intentionally because no one praises me.

This is already like a habit.

I've been self-admiring and motivated since my last life.

"You're a brave man, so help me, naturally."

"Strong and proper because you're a brave man"

"Because I'm a brave man..."

"The brave..."

There were a lot of them who thought I was invincible, as long as I put a brave man on the pillow.

My enemies were not the only demons.

Even my enemies were among those who fought together.

And the masses were also, not necessarily, on their side.

'Because I am a brave man' was immediately replaced by 'Even though I am a brave man'.

Amazingly, cheaply easy, - and brutally.

If you fail, expectations and praise instantly turn that figure into slander.

The house was broken, people died, crops were vandalized, bridges fell, daughters were taken.

It was all done by demons and demons.

But it was me who couldn't be blamed in time.

That was a more irrational and irrational world than here.

Of course, the same thing would happen in this world.

- But at least I'm not the one to blame.

As long as it's "normal," they don't even stand on the arrow for nothing and throw stones.

You don't have to throw stones from the person you protected.

All I want is a way of life full of such a damn deception.

... I've worked so hard in my last life, I think it would have been nice if it had come true.

Because I have more power than anyone else.

Because I have better sword arms than anyone else.

More than anyone.

More than anyone.

More than anyone.

A lot of reasons were actually just appendages with a posterior to just one fact.

Even if everyone had forgotten, I couldn't have forgotten it until the end.

The biggest reason I was chosen as a brave man.

- Because no one else can defeat the Demon King.

That's why I had to do it.

I was the only one qualified to defeat the Demon King.

Thanks to that credential, I was able to get out of a hell of a life.

But what was waiting for me was the gateway to further hell.

(There was no concept of hell in that world...)

It was a long time ago.

It's a good story to forget.

Pain, suffering, everything.

So I sealed everything deep in my heart with every memory I enjoyed.

... No, I meant to.

Yet by the advent of the Demon King it is even beginning to break down.

It's definitely the Demon King's fault that the memories of my past life have glanced at me a little lately.