The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- In a certain room in the school.

A secret meeting had been held to sneak eyes.

"... is everything all right?"

"We're ready."

"You know, - failure is unacceptable. What happens if things come to light?"

"I'm ready. However, there is no neglect in rooting for those involved, and all we have to do is wait for time."

"Then it's good.... if you carry it well, you can finally get rid of his worries."

"Everything is what he wants."

Strong determination dwells in the eyes of those gathered together.

"For that, we will not hate any sacrifice."

He nodded heavily at those who would agree, and the central figure who partitioned the scene threw his gaze out the window from the gap in the curtain. There is light on the lens of his glasses on the clap, reflecting hard and sharp.

The sea you want from the window reminded you of the tranquillity before the storm, and at no time was it slouchy...

* * *

Finally, the freshman orientation date.

The weather is clear.

The temperature was perennial, the wind was not very strong, and the waves were relatively mild. It was an excellent outdoor event day.

Behind such beautiful weather, my heart was hard to flatter and calm, but on the surface I was celebrating the day of the event without anything.

"Good Morning"

- But at the reception at the event venue, I met with a smile that was approximate to me, in the exact form of frustrating my nose. Bad news first.

(Why is the receptionist in class F my brother...)

I haven't had a single contact with my brother since.

I never heard from you, and... I never contacted you from here.

I've had a lot of talking fights.

More or less, I bump into anger and dissatisfaction with my brother, and that's in the form of flattery and deliberate incitement.

But I feel like my brother and myself were saving somewhere in front of me about to escalate.

- There has never been a fight worse than in this world to develop into an irreparable crack.

Not necessarily in my last life.

He was one of us, but he remained almost cracked from the beginning, so it's not even helpful. Anyway, the priest (him) and I didn't fit the sleigh by the point of despair.

Though I am heavily aware that the more time I put aside, the more awkward I get, the deeper the groove just gets...

(I don't know how to make up...)

I didn't know how to repair my relationship with my brother, and I couldn't even decide if I should.

Ever since my brother and I split up, I've never seen my brother.

It was possible that it was avoided, but I realized later that it was because my brother and I had a completely different living area, even if we were in the same school than that.

Different grades, different classes.

The dining room, my brother's upstairs and I'm on the ground floor.

On campus, I was quarantined in an F school building.

I was walking down the hall by accident,... nothing like that.

I was reminded that I would never see my brother unless I tried to.

I learned the fact that I didn't even want to know that I frequently looked at each other from school because my brother was moving like that.

In the first place, I'm in a position where I can't even knock on my brother's room door without his permission.

At the top and bottom of the school karst, that was the only separation.

... Until I crossed that separation, I didn't feel like walking over to my brother and ended up sloppy until today.

The receptionist's brother intends to get to work thoroughly, or he has handled his affairs only clerically, without pinching his personal feelings.

"Name and class, please"

"... Chiba Sho (Kake). Class F"

Somewhere in my heart, my brother, with the tablet in his hand, asks me for calm but pale and known information.

(... are you going to do that?)

"It's registered as personal participation, no doubt about it?

"... ah."

"Did you leave your card keys at the front desk of the dorm?

"... ah."

"All communications equipment, including smartphones, is not allowed to be brought to the venue. There is a body check before entering the venue, so keep your belongings in the locker. Locker keys are managed in bulk at each class reception, so do not bring them into the venue. Remove any ornaments such as rings, necklaces, or other precious metals you wear and do the same. The piercing..."

My brother's gaze strokes my left ear.

You don't have to take it off.

――

"Now pick up Zeke there and move to the venue. - Next, please."

My brother handled it mechanically in a polite tone like a flow job, driving me to the side lightly. Be kind, but behave like someone else who has never behaved like me in this world.

(... you mean I'm not my "brother" or anything anymore)

I was annoyed and upset by my brother's attitude... when I just received my Zeke, I wanted to leave my brother as soon as possible and headed to the entrance to the event venue. Misleading the pain that spreads in my chest with anger emotions...

All orientation participants were trickled through metal detector gates, such as those at the airport, before entering the event venue.

Things are tough or tough...... I didn't expect you to look like that at school.

I could really get through, but some of them were making the alarm sound "peepy". The guy apparently went through with his watch on. It was also impossible to bring in the clock.

And then there seemed to be some participants called in by the inspection staff to be taken into a small room by the side.

... what the hell were you trying to bring in?

I was inducted into the event venue by the school's event staff, along with other participants who kept coming together.

The multi-purpose stadium on the school island is the starting point for orientation.

- Yes, this school, surprisingly, is even equipped with a stadium on a scale that can accommodate all school students.

The oval stadium is splendid even with a roofed viewing area (stand). A field of grass in the center, surrounded by tracks for athletics.

In front of a giant electro-optical bulletin board, there's even room for a splendid stage, so it's authentic.

... a lot of out of common sense schools, but they deviated greatly from the general schools in terms of equipment.

Many of the events take place mainly in this multi-purpose stadium or in a complex called the Arena, where gymnasiums, martial arts fields, swimming pools, etc. come together.

(... it's usually the ground and it's the gym...)

This must be the only place in Japan where there are stadiums and arenas.

It is a capital investment on a daunting scale. There is more out of the standard.

How the hell do you bribe all that financial resources?

(... no matter how many donations or contributions from many sponsors)

Am I the only one who feels something unexplained somewhere?

In the middle of the stadium, on the field, we've been gathered for a year, waiting for the event to begin.

Some people have flexible gymnastics to keep in mind, others have different ways of spending time with guys who are lightly flushing their tracks around the prep movement, and those who are interested in chatting and relaxing.

But at the same time, the enthusiasm, intentions, tensions, etc. of the participants in the event seemed to come from it.

All orientation participants were required to wear school-designated jerseys and Zeke with entry numbers on their chests and backs.

By the way, the jerseys come in different colors from school year to year, each with the same color as the tie. One year, I'm a blue jersey. A silver-gray line of the same colour as the uniform edges the collar and zipper, with two on the sleeve and two on both exteriors of the trousers as well.

It's a great way to keep the color down, a little stylish, comfortable and easy to move around. It's the only thing I like about this school.

My Zeke number is 121.

The numbers are put in order from the S-Class.

Since the number of freshmen is three hundred, I thought it might be the later number, but the number seemed to subside by one hundred because for the same team it would be the same number.

There are only four solo participants in class F: me, the Demon King, Laijo and Seto.

The rest seems to be all combined or joined in a threeman cell (a group of three).

I'm still surprised that there are more solo entries than there are in other classes except S and A.

As an everyday trend, it is said that this is because the Combination is better than the Solo, and the Three Man Cell has a better chance of reaching the goal than the Combination.

Participation in solos occupies most of the students in S or A classes.

There are many strong players who can be cleared alone, - but in fact, they also have the intelligent fact that if they don't score high on their own, they will fall out of the top rankings of the Kings Road Race (short for the King's Selected Rankings that compete for the total number of points per year). There are other performance elements that also seem to be a great place to appeal to organizations that want to sell themselves in this event as people who can.... Speaking of which, the vice president of Kazaki also said things like that that if you put him at the top of the island orientation, it would lead to an image increase. Probably that's the only high-profile event.

As far as I'm concerned, I'd try a little hard to escape the island only for the orientation that will take place today... but when it comes to the Kings Road race, it was a whole other HR. I wish I could have a quiet, discreet day as one of the Mob students in the corner of the school.... I don't want to live like Mr. Hideaway, who loves cats on the edge. That's the ideal school life I want.

By the way, I'm neglected by the school. These help me (?) It is roughly the Rokkatani of my roommate who circulates information to me.

I am only enrolled in school from the middle department, and the details of the details are good, so I don't hesitate to ask Rokkaya if I have any doubts these days. It is the "Rokkaya Kuhn" in times of trouble. I was seriously pissed off when I joked about it once and called it "Rokkaya Emon". The real Rokkaya Kung is so cozy. They don't like cats for everything. Speaking of which, you were a cat. It wasn't Tanuki. But I think it's classified as a robot, not a cat or a tanuki...

I joined the Rokkatani at the venue before the event.

Rokkaya said he would have a final meeting with three people, Liancheng and Liquid River, who would form a three-man cell before entering the venue, so today he has been acting differently.

"We're not even gonna discuss that big of an operation, so come with me?" Rokkaya cared, "but I shunned from this one because it's bad to interrupt. It's not like I can't act alone or hate it. Although I try to stick with someone as much as possible because that's the only noticeable element when I'm isolated.

Plainly… normally…, it is easy to put into words, but when it comes to putting things into practice, this can be so difficult.

Because living not to deviate from society in this world is repression and backwardness.

After enclosing common sense, ideas, habits that have been cultivated over the years, languages, etc., adaptability to a new environment is required.

My brother, who is on the same terms, didn't seem to struggle as much as he did to blend into his surroundings, so I'm sure he's also good in that sense. That brother hasn't been the same in everything since his last life.

But that wasn't so easy for me.

I finally got familiar with this sense of "normality" after gaining numerous failures and experiences from my early childhood, but if I adapted to "normality" in this school, I feel completely deviated from the "normality" of the public...

That's all I thought about, I noticed and laughed inside out.

- This is how I became funny to lead the future.

I guess stuck with "normal" ridiculously because I'm still scared somewhere.

I wonder if this routine, … the world surrounding me, will one day disappear like a dream (Yumema Blur).