The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

I turned my consciousness to something else from the screen relay screen.

Exactly from the first question, there seem to be few passes, misresponders, and assignment failures, and students who successfully complete the questions jump out of the stadium one after the other.

Still, the students who fail the assignment they were given are not zero either..., there was also a second round of questioning challengers lined up behind me who have always been the last.

But...

"Hey...! You, don't go sideways!

"That way!... Don't push me even though I lined up first!

"Whatever you think, ours was in line first...!?

There appears to have been a troublesome rub right behind me.

I didn't check with my eyes because it was over my back, but it was probably the first group to raise their voice that lined up behind me first.... Well, it's just one step different.

When I looked over my shoulder and saw what was going on behind my back, a pair of three with the same number stood up and stared at me.

There is no indication at all that we will show the spirit of giving in to each other. Exactly a pressing situation of one-touch immediacy.

Three-to-one and normally, it seems frightening, but many students who are supposed to be passive have not lost either... instead, they look harsh on all the bites. Even though he looks handsome with an idyllic face because of it, if he had that look no matter how good his face is, he would also halve his charm. Waste.... Exceptionally, they can even have angry faces that are categorized as super beautiful. My brother, demon king or prince is just that level of beauty.

Either way, the two pairs I rubbed behind me are both concerned, and not a single step.

"You mean" E "or" F "anyway, right?... I hope you don't disturb the lower class. Unlike you, I'm desperate."

A solo participant throws up abominably in a tone that looks down on him. Zeke number is 32. It would be the upper class of S or A. from Zeke numbers and statements. Because I'm a solo participant, I don't feel like I have half the intention of putting it on orientation.... What are you saying? I'm a solo, too. There seems to be quite a temperature difference between us even with the same solo participation.

"If you know what I mean, why don't you just give it up?"

"You're kidding me!

"You fool me because it's a...!

"I know you're the one who went sideways! You go back there!

I didn't know the face of Zeke 32's students, but the face of the threesome looked familiar.

They're from the same class who look a bit like Yankees.... the names are for sure, Kurokawa, Kaino and Tsuyama. Some days after enrollment, I already remember just about my classmate's face and name. Especially these guys stand out because they're always noisy. I took the liberty of naming it the Nature Trio because it had rivers, seas and mountains on its name.

These guys are fond of objects that all three of them are respecting Seto.

By the way, Seto hasn't dealt with me at all.

Yet I miss "Seo san Seo san" on my own.... I'm a little impressed with the fact that Seto is annoyed by "Uze" and annoyed, but I can't even turn it up.

"I'm telling you to stay out of my way! There's a fallout!"

"Huh!?

One of the nature trios wields his arm.

"Huh...!?

Zeke 32 dew his agitation and stiffness in his fist, which instantly turned into a murder weapon that harmed him.... You sold your fight so flashy. Apparently you were unfamiliar with the rough stuff.

(I don't know...)

When you sell a fight, you should also assume that they will buy it for a high price before you sell it.

It's not a bad high school, and I'd rather have a lot of good family kids, but the students at this school feel a little bloody all in all.

- Though recklessness without looking over is a child's prerogative.

I feel old enough to think that I should stop showing that in a fight. But this kind of push is mostly like getting kicked in the ass by a young man with a bad attitude.

It's a hundred million robberies to mouth from side to side in a fight between kids, but some of them came right in front of me with a fist that was still shaken up to punch the other guy, and I stuck around and grabbed that arm.... I have the skill to take a fist to be swung, but it's not such a difficult craftsmanship to grab an arm at a stationary time just before it's swung down... should be for anyone... could be for a mediocre student... should be,... probably.

Speak to the owner of your arm as you line up such an excuse for no one in your heart.

"Well, wait, Black River"

"What the...! Fix it!"

I hold the arm of the Black River and point in the direction of the booth with my jaw.

"Look over there.... Rubbing is strictly prohibited. It's considered an obstruction and you're going to lose ground."

Everyone on the spot as well as the Black River saw the direction I showed them a little at once.

And everyone saw that several event staff with arms badges were watching this one.

"You're a loser from the beginning."

"Wow, Yabe! We've already failed our first question, and it's a failure!

"Uh, that's..."

Zeken32 also looks like your peers when you look at him in the face.

I suppose they were both in an extra hurry for that, but if we ate the penalty loss here, we wouldn't have considered it a muzzle...... You got blood on your head before you thought about it, I'm sure.

"What if we settle this place peacefully? Grandpa."

It's a quick and convenient solution to a lot of decisions with Junken. At least we killed the whole family in a duel or darkness over each other's lives and deaths, and... what a much better way than the blood-smelling savage way it was in Zara over there.

But the only thing that snorted at my suggestion was the Nature Trio.

"Ridiculous...! That's enough! It's a waste of time!

Zeke 32 ran away to run to the other row, turning his heel back when he threw it away so.

... Probably cared about the staff's eyes. If the noise gets any louder, there is naturally also a risk of staff intervening. Based on what lies ahead, it doesn't matter what you think of the two loss points from the beginning.

"Chiba..."

Jesus Christ, I can stop him from clapping his shoulders and trying to look forward.

As the Black River turned to him, he held his mouth in such a way that it was difficult to say.

"... that... stopped me, thanks..."

Don't worry about it.

I have a surprisingly honest attitude and my mouth angle rises naturally.

It sounds like bad speech and behavior, and class attitude was never complimented, but even these guys aren't throwing it all out, all of it. It came from that word that if we lose, we will regret it, and we intend to work hard on our own.

"He's the one who slipped in. But if you hit me, what's wrong with this one? If it's evil, if you eat walnuts."

I laugh niggly as I look at the face of a pompous nature trio.

"Let's do this right."... So, if you score a proper goal and make a fool of yourself that it's an F. Don't you think it feels good to give it back?

That's what I said, and now it's time to turn around.

I stopped the Black River fist, but I didn't mean to shelter Zeke 32.

If you make fun of your classmates as someone who enrolls in the same F class, it's still not funny. My natural sense of defeat makes me peek at my face.

When I was new to being a "brave man," I was called a brave man who couldn't do it either, and he made a lot of fools out of me.

Somehow I remember myself back then.

I never had a sword.

The great men of previous life let such an amateur (Shilout) hold the holy sword and suddenly threw it out before the demon.

I didn't keep the miracle of God or anything.

... what happened to a child who didn't even know how to swing a sword.

Naturally, I'm dying.

It is self-evident reason.

Had it not been for the protection of the fucking goddess, he would have definitely died at that point.

... that's just what the upper management realized I wasn't going to be used soon, but now they threw me into the Knights.

So I was scattered that it was better to die there again.

"Failure to do" or "falling" or "useless," while scorned (exaggerated) and scolded.

In the name of training, being imposed the same norm as an adult is not something you can do very well.

Neither did I, but I didn't know who "brave" was actually what stuff.

The disappointment of the over-expected was enormous, and naturally its spearhead was directed towards the "brave".

It's unreasonably straight for me...

I wanted to be sorry and angry and call (wah) scattered, when I was younger... immature myself the same age as I am now. It's a bitter sepia-colored memory.

I wasn't dragged by that sentiment, but I guess I'll be a little serious about my goal anyway for the top prize... oh my god, my motivation that was ticklish finally lit up a little flame too.

Since then, nothing in particular has happened, and the rows have been duly shortened over time, and my order has finally come around.

The answer booth is as simple as having a foldable desk, and the event staff is handling it in a four-person position in one booth.

Two people with an internal tablet of four staff members had a system from which the results could be entered into data immediately. Operating the tablet were both school staff wearing cream-colored uniforms.

"Zeke number and class, name please"

"Zeke number 121. F of 1, Chiba Sho"

"... Yes, I have verified my identity. Bring the envelope here."

I prayed in my heart as I watched the event staff who received the envelope open the envelope with a paper knife.

I have a question... - I hope it's not a punitive game or something spectacular like kissing someone.

Whether my wish reached heaven or not, the checking assignment opened in the answering booth was so light that this one clapped out.

"One of the event staff has won five matches, three wins."

What a simple and lucid match was the first challenge I was given.

... by no means should the arbitration of earlier fights be flagged or pretentious.... maybe.

By the way, the student in the next booth, a short distance away, even chanted "Nakatomi (Nakatomi) sickle feet". It seems that the topics put forward are quick words. - Oh, I bit it.

He looked up to heaven and said, "I can't tell you! Whatever you do, it's gonna be a pile of cramps - Ugh!! scream."

I nodded in my heart.

I know, I know, it's hard to speak Japanese. I had a hard time with Master, too. I still struggle sometimes. Especially the names of people and buildings and institutions in the history of society… there are a lot of hard kanji characters. There are too many Fujiwara-san in history, such as the Forward Rear Circle Cemetery, the Phoenix Hall of the Ishikaku, the Parenthood Man, the Yongdae Private Property Law, and the Successful Eye! I don't know who Fujiwara-san is! Nakasen Kamamoto is actually Fujiwara-san! Which way! You're not married, you're not divorced, you're not remarried, but don't change your name on the way on a whim! Future generations of students are gonna have a hard time! The Holy Virgin Prince is actually King Stables! "Stables" is a word I've never seen in my life! I don't feel like I can write at all! … What a joy it is for a student who is keen on Japanese history to write difficult kanji on a blackboard and smile, "Make sure you can write this in kanji - I'll put it to the test." I thought you were a ghost!

Other times, there was no concept of a grave in that world, so that was already a surprise when I found out that a stupid big old grave or a pyramid was a grave.

Because there was no time for burial.

Dead meat brings in demons if we are to accidentally bury the remains, or in some cases the dead become demonized, … it can be tragic.

So cremation all the time - it was also a lesson to burn it down with a special flame called the Holy Fire that left no bone untill it became dust.

The "pure soul" to return the soul of the dead to the goddess by holy fire is the role of the main cleric. The holy fire was a noble decision, and only I (the servant) priests of the goddess should be dealt with.

Even if I took one grave that way, there were differences in customs and thinking there and here.

However, although Kanji and history are difficult, learning them is also a lot of fun.

... I like a place called "school" that gives me a lot of new knowledge, even though I'm complaining.

Well, the result of the Jahn battle is...

"Jahn Pong" "Ugh...!

"Jahn Pong" "Ku...!

"Jahn Pong" "Grr...!

- It was my straight win.

The battle came on very softly, and what an awkward air flows on the spot. There -,

"Weak."

"You lost straight...!

"That's instant killing."

Too honest a feeling totally ignored the field air was thrown from behind me.

It was loud, so of course it reached the opponent of the Junken battle, and he was stared at tightly.... me.

"Ya no...!

I rush and wave in front of my face to deny the atmosphere of the place that has gotten even worse.

I slipped my mouth behind me with all the nature trios in place. I didn't say that. It is wet clothes.

"Whoa... you..."

He twisted his neck to protest and looked behind him, but they always looked so familiar.... what a bunch of them. The liking, which had just risen slightly after reviewing it, plummeted at once.

What a waste of a name to call you "The Nature Trio". From now on, I'll call you my cousin Trio. These guys always thought they looked like Seo's pushing brothers.

Because of my brother Trio, the Nature Trio, I was pushed by a senior member of staff (who supposedly was three years old because the tie was gray) to the map of Orientation very tightly, and I was pushed away with a trick to pay the spot well by hand. This one has fallen in favor.

Once...,

If I could add a word in the honor of my senior regarding Jahn, the senior third grade of the staff I competed with wasn't particularly weak.

(Me, Junken, I know what the other guy is going to do with his hand movement...)

I mean, it's like a squid.

I'm adjusting ad hoc on the spot to not be usually unnatural, to deliberately put in "aiko", to lose, to get out of sight of the other person… but this time I left it to the momentum to stay on and forget to notice, and to try my best to compete.... even so...,

(I can't say I can follow you like that...)

... What a bad aftertaste. Although the tension dropped, I popped out of the stadium with the map in my hand for the next checkpoint.

Whatever it is, orientation question one, - cleared safely.