The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

I dropped off my brother, who fluttered a little but left on his own, and the negotiation, which ended with a single call, sat back in bed as he returned to his bedroom.

- My body was heavy as lead, and I was looking for a quick break.

Remove the small box from the side table drawer and pinch up a grain of amethyst about a round polished candy ball.

I did not hesitate to negotiate it.

I frown only for a moment at the tingling and tongue-stimulating irritation, but concentrate straight on the stone in my mouth.

By the time the cold stone was equal to the temperature of the tongue, the "force" that had been carefully enclosed in the gem had dissolved.

While enduring tongue irritation for a while, he receives "power" from the stone and gradually recovers the things he has shared with his brother.

... this vessel of the world, - that is, the flesh, is not inherently capable of indulging in magic.

It was the current state of negotiations that managed to bring it into a state where it could be given and received with knowledge and training from previous generations.

I can't accumulate a lot of "force" into my body, so if I lack it, I really need to take it in from the outside.

- If you give too much "power," you will be in extreme debilitation like your brother... and if you are terrible, you will die.

But...

(... Normal humans shouldn't be able to share "power" with someone, etc...)

Asking my brother, who made some recovery, what the hell happened in the ocean and how he collapsed, did not get any definitive information that could cause that much debilitation.

My brother.

"I jumped into the ocean to help my drowning classmates and pulled them up to shore, but I fainted there strenuously"

... Apparently.

The explanation is too concise, and I don't know anything about the situation back and forth or how that happened.

It's just... I'm treading to be sure that I'm hiding something.

Abominable and hateful, my brother has always had something stubborn and compelling to say that he would never break his mouth.

The pursuits were all short and sent with the minimum necessary.

If this one was in good health, it would have been possible to get into it a little bit more and ask, but maybe after the treatment,... honestly, we just had a conversation without letting them know how this one was doing, and the negotiations were perfect.

Still, we ended some exchange of information despite being absolutely unwell with each other, and even more seawater… and managed to send out my brother in the guise of calm, who helped wash away his dirty body in the bathroom and insisted that he really didn't want to spend the night here.

...... I guess it doesn't work out with my brother because this is how we put up a willful stakeout that can be considered futile. It must be each other that even if we know it, we can hardly change it.

Neither the feelings of worry nor the heart of labor allowed the will to get in the way and honestly on the surface, only to bump into each other in previous life.

I still can't open my chest collar and have a discussion... I don't know if I can do it myself.

But after the treatment, the awkwardness of telling a serious story with a face that didn't eat anything was insignificant.

I can't deny that I have a feeling I left it to anger to do a little too much.

Even though I felt more comfortable if I didn't restore it, I can think again that it was something I did without much resistance. Anyway, it was still a long time ago when being my brother's opponent lacked calm. If it's another human opponent, I won't go that far, no matter how much it takes to treat him. Anyway, I wanted to remind my brother. - I can't say exactly what... what. That's all I could stand on my stomach. Even in this world, my brother keeps me worried the same as before.

Everything is because of my brother's bad attitude, and for now, I completely impersonate my brother about it and stop thinking.

It's only now that my brother is of such quality. More than that...

- Now there was something else I was more concerned about.

When I received the news from SS that my brother had apparently coursed out, the negotiations were at the stadium, which is the goal point.

Orientation doesn't have a set course.

The route to each point is freely chosen by the participants.

So the course out in this case meant we went into a place that was against the rules provisions.

Course out is reduced or disqualified if bad.

And apparently... the prince as well as my brother disappeared together.

Something broke my heart, and on my way to the campground promenade that they had disappeared, I went with a few of my staff to meet the prince on his way to the coast.

The heartbeat of the negotiations, instantly realizing from their appearance that something nasty had happened, increased even further.

Ask about the situation and ask for immediate accompaniment.

... of course it is strictly forbidden for students to step into a restricted area, but the fact that inside the party and… one of the staff members was fortunate enough to have a familiar person and was allowed to accompany him. Neither did the disciplined prince particularly blame him.

In other words, the situation is quite pressing, depending on the matter - it is also possible that you need your "power", a former cleric.

And I had to indulge in the fact that the negotiations, which I heard about the general course of things on the road, were going to make me roar unexpectedly.

(... I can't believe he's waiting so hard on a cliff...)

If the prince knew who his brother was, he probably wouldn't have left him on the spot.

It's about that brother. Anyway, I guess I got rid of the prince physically for some good reason.... I can see my brother with the prince in sight.

I don't know how I got down, but my brother was under the cliff.

On the contrary, I wasn't even conscious.

It was not my brother who rushed to the scene, but one student who held my unconscious brother firmly in his arms.

Students who drip water in wet conditions all over their bodies but walk in steady footsteps along the promenade along the sea wore a year's jersey.

... those who were on the spot, not just in bargaining, to the figure of that student with some floating away beauty are pressured for a moment and lose their words.

The student was releasing so much of his presence that he suppressed others.

(What is this feeling...)

I can't feel any evil signs.

But somewhere in me, - I remembered how wary my spine was to tremble against the student.

"What the hell is this all about? What happened...?

The Prince's voice… containing much confusion, finally returns to me. It is also impossible for a prince to be confused. Something had changed when he left the cliff to call for rescue.

... but the negotiation changed my mind that the first thing to do now, whatever I put down, was to check on my brother's condition.

Just looking at it shows that my brother is in pretty bad shape.

My complexion is white as paper, I am completely out of blood, - I can't feel my anger coming from anywhere.

Dropped arms were shaking powerlessly, dressed badly, which could be called almost naked.

- I can hardly resist taking the arrows and the "open your eyes" and shaking them.

You must not lose your cool at any time.

Those involved in treatment were charged with disciplining themselves to maximize the power they could have in the face of a crisis and dealing with it without disturbance… because it is necessary to support the occasion.

No matter... how much of the worst scene I've ever seen in my previous life - I don't care if it gets rocked out of the back of my memory.

Never lose me.

But...

The hand stretched out to touch my brother scratches the sky slightly just before it.

- There was a student holding his brother in his arms.

Then its shapely lips opened, from which terribly intimidating and sharp words were unleashed towards negotiation.

"Don't touch it."

Each other's gaze intersects (seriously) at close range.

The moment it intersected, I remembered a fierce collision as if sparks were scattered.

The breathtaking urgency fills the spot.

"... he's my brother"

"....................................................?

"Give it to me."

"... I don't like it"

There is frustration in the chest of the bargaining.

... Not if you're rubbing it here.

Fight for a moment.

But my brother's condition is too bad to force me to take him away from the person who has him in that hand.

I don't want to irritate you as much as possible.

From the person holding my brother, I felt alert and hostile, - plus an extraordinary obsession with my brother.

... Even in my previous life my brother was susceptible to someone obsessing with him anyway (the guys), but apparently in this world the nature (nasties) has taken over as well. In his previous life he blamed it all on the goddess, but it is the view of the bargaining that it is never all because of it.

Negotiations themselves, of course, are not going to lose if there is a degree of obsession. In any case, it is a period of decades if the previous life is accounted for. I didn't feel like pulling back here.

"Can you cure my brother?

――

Dark dark eyes, even in the sun, shake slightly.

"My brother... won't open his eyes or anything," he said, taking care of yourself in the afterlife.

My brother seemed to be in a complete coma.

- Now I just pray that his incomplete heart doesn't stop.

"You may not understand, but it's a state of contention for a moment"

Negotiations focused on the eyes and folded into the students in front of them.

"... get him over here ASAP"

Then look back and ask the staff to prepare a stretcher and blanket.

They were prepared for times of need when they were headed here for rescue.

The student embracing his brother, without further ado, laid his brother on a stretcher pale as instructed by the staff of what was not faceless.

... somehow surprised at the behavior but confirming the condition of my brother.

(... that's terrible, this is...)

Struck by abrasions… the bones do not appear to be broken, but injuries are seen all over the body.

But more problematic than that...... is that you are not conscious at all of the call.

My brother was extremely debilitated.

I don't know if that's due to hypothermia or if there are other causes.

- But my heart movement is weakening so much that I can't look past it.

I was stunned at what the hell I could do to get into such a terrible state.

The heart, in particular, was beating so weak that it was likely to stop now.

To put it clearly, worst of all, - my brother, he was dying.

Instantly place your hand over your brother's chest, cast a spell, and apply first aid (where).

I couldn't help but notice the sight of others. Anyway, the priority of negotiations at that time was to connect my brother's life.

- Several of the people present on the spot reacted to the negotiated spell, but… could not even afford to confirm it, such as who was what it looked like.

The unspeakable light overtook the eyes of the student who held my brother, so I don't know how to negotiate.

After sending a "force" to the heart that was about to stop, the bargaining instructed the staff to bring his blanket-wrapped brother into his room, not the dorm medical room.

That was more convenient. Because if it were my brother's condition now, it would have been more certain to negotiate than to leave it to modern medicine.

Of negotiation - The cure of previous life, if explained in these words, is how to activate cells and encourage self-regeneration.

Modern regenerative medicine also has its way through, but it's more primitive and cloudy.

Either way, the thinking is close to Qigong, which has crossed from China.

Is it easy to understand if you replace "chi" with "magic"?

However, what is different from "chi" is that the traits of "power" itself are "healing" or inherent in the traits of semi-physical release systems such as "attack" or "destruction".

Spells have roles such as orienting or aiding their "power" traits.

Nor could a single human being handle any type of "power", but was heavily involved in the nature that those exercising "power" had at birth.

And the majority of human nature is fixed.

Those with multiple species of nature are extremely rare.

Indeed, in previous life, "magic" was the world on which life was based, but not everyone could handle it freely.

"Magic" was still something special, the only means of countering "demons," even if it was noble to say that it would be a blessing for the goddess if it were to be.

The "power" of the previous life of negotiation, which was a cleric, was primarily "healing" or "purifying".

So I can't use attack magic or anything.

"Healing" is mainly effected by interference of external forces and the activity of internal forces.

By merging those two "forces," the body heals.

It's still fundamentally different from modern medicine, where symptomatic therapy is the main axis.

The symptoms of this hand are better suited to me, who specializes in internal treatment, than medical care in this world, which specializes in surgical and drug treatment. Conversely, it is more efficient and effective to leave it to modern medicine for surgical treatments that require a lot of "power". You can't heal your wounds instantly like you did in your previous life. I've tried it many times since I was reincarnated and I've been so sore at it that I don't like it. It took a lot of time for me to swallow myself "I can't".

… just fortunately, no matter how incomplete your current abilities may be, some exercise of "power" within this island was also possible to negotiate. This is just not how it works out there. This school island is a special place.

Anyway, if you don't do something about your extremely weakened heart as soon as possible, it can be just in case.

The person who woke up was easy-going, but - so bad was my brother's condition.

I still don't know if my body or heart weakness is due to hypothermia or… I checked with the person due to other factors.

If you believe my brother's words, it was my brother's classmates who needed rescue, and my brother who helped me.

It also fits with the explanation the prince had given him before he arrived.

But that doesn't fit into the situation on the ground that the negotiations saw.

- How unnatural.

I don't feel like I'm overlooking something important.

The student, who was with his brother, was taken to the medical room.

I didn't want to leave my brother, but the prince and the rest of the staff almost forced him to take him.

It would be because of the state of health and circumstances.

I checked with my brother about him and he said he was a classmate and the guy in the next seat.

And there is no lie.

I also knew the negotiation as data, but I dared to ask because I wanted to see the reaction. There was nothing unnatural about how my brother answered.

Data on students in class F have already been collected and have gone through for the first time.

… However, the information was so lacking that it could almost be called no-data with regard to many students.

Long refusal to attend school in the first place (?) Since I was a student, it is also equal to no activity data or interactive relationships within the school.

He is a mysterious figure.

If I'm going to make you strong, enough to have the alias fairy...

Oddly enough, we were to face each other up in this case, but I didn't feel any cuteness or dust on the person in question, such as Fairy.

(... Nishi-kyu-jo (Nishiku-jo) Luminous lamp (Tahiro))

How much more deserving of a call with the devil than a fairy - he had the kind of comatose eyes that pictured the dark abyss.

The beauty, which can be described as luscious, was witchy and disgusting to captivate the beholder.

Eliminating the instantly gushing rejection of "incompatibility" was impossible until the time the destination parted.

- I've never done this before.

Did the situation make me think so, or... Nishikujo himself has the cause?

Even though my brother thinks Nishikujo is just a classmate, Nishikujo doesn't see my brother that way.... At least, that was all for sure.

Negotiation took the finished gem out of his mouth and fell asleep in the bed where his brother had slept until earlier.

Place the back of the hand holding the gem against your forehead, exhale deeply and meditate (crush) your eyes.

- I knew I should sleep like this, but my body is lazy (dull) but my nerves are tingling and my needles are pointy like that because of the use of "force," and my eyes remain covered and my drowsiness is distant.

Honestly, I feel like I've done too much.

... I was so angry that I bothered to wake him up before applying a full treatment.

I did that with the intent of harassing you, just to think about it a little bit, but - maybe it was you who found out.

What the hell would my brother look like if I confessed that it was more pleasant than I imagined to get my brother...

It is a surprise to myself that there has been such an abnormal sexuality. It's a new discovery.

(Don't bother it's going to be a habit...)

My brother's facade came to mind and a small grin came up at the mouth of the bargaining.

Well... this one paid quite a price, too, for some (?) You should have been tolerated as much as harassment, harassment or harassment.

Negotiation concludes so and makes thinking even more difficult.

- Well, the trouble is...,

In that brother's eyes, the holy sword in the hands of the president apparently looked real.

'That's... real, I think. At least that's what I saw in my eyes. "

That's the only way to face it, says my brother, who was once a 'brave man'.

'... but that doesn't belong to anyone anymore. A sword without the Lord. "

I mean, my brother, he's not the Lord of the Holy Sword anymore?

- Why, you don't have to bother to put it into words, do you?

Negotiations also nodded to my brother, who had told it with his gaze.

Sure - if that was a real 'holy sword', you'd be right.

The Holy Sword automatically returned to the Lord, the "Brave", even if he dumped it at the bottom of the valley. If it's real,...... or if my brother is still recognized as a 'brave man', 'Holy Sword' would be odd if my brother wasn't in hand.

'... you mean you're finally free from the curse. Congratulations. "

Where is the sincerity of my brother, who laughed at me and said so?

Are you serious or are you willing to spare a little 'Sword of God'......

I couldn't read it into the negotiations.

I could take it seriously, and - something... it looked like I had another emotion in my heart that I couldn't pry into.

Unfortunately, what I found out from listening directly to my brother is only surprisingly modest.

If you believe in the sight of your brother, you can say that the "Holy Sword" is authentic and yet in a state of loss to the Lord.

However, this is only one opinion that is not the domain of speculation.

"I don't have a basis, I just feel that way," although I was sure I had some frustration with the former brave man who said the appropriate thing again.

My brother's remarks seem convincing and unpleasant… I am always lazy and it is often difficult to gauge whether they are situational or thoughtful.

Either way, about the mysterious classmates, about the Holy Sword that suddenly appeared on the tabular stage, what you had to think about was a pile, and it was necessary to gather information as soon as possible.

- He remembers the absence of his brother, whom he saw earlier on the bed, and not if he is jerking off to masturbate.

When the bargaining cautioned himself, he went from bed to the desk where the PC was located, ignoring the center, which was a sign of taking "power" from the stone.