My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

I was always weak.

In a spiritual sense, not in athletic terms, I am very weak.

Would it be somewhat easy to understand when it comes to freaking out?

Relationships are the scariest thing in the world.

And I hate myself the most in the world.

I want to be manly every day, but these days I've gotten used to being mistaken for a woman by the first person I meet.

I think it's a bad habit.

I have someone I admire who is roughly unfit for a man.

Kyosuke Asahi, in the same class and an ace since his freshman year at the same Kendo club.

I first saw you in Morning Bina when I was in middle school.

I was a beginner and joined the Kendo Department when I was unable to decline the enthusiastic invitation to ministry activities when I entered junior high school.

I still think so, but I hate my freaking out and I want to fix it.

If I played any sport, I believed that at that time I would be a little confident in myself if I started some martial arts.

... the results are as you can see.

Fortunately, the Kendo department in middle school was just a weak elementary school that had one experience starting from elementary school for girls, not a team that was so strong though to say this.

Even I barely have the strength to keep up with the contents of the audition, and I was given the first official game in the fall of my freshman year because of the small number of people.

Having left the team battle as deputy general, I fought with Asahina, who was a freshman in the personal battle section that was there in the morning but defeated the third-graders and won, in my first battle, World War I.

I had constricted myself to the sounds and voices that resonated in the gym because of my first game, and I didn't see the personal battle, and I was comforted by my senior to find out for the first time that you were the winner.

The result was more obvious to me than seeing the fire with the experience of the individual winner of the division and the novice, whose first official game was this one, and less than ten seconds after the game began, they took two and lost.

I remember thinking somewhere blurry that you would say this about an electrolithic fire.

If I noticed, I was thankful and out of the playing field, and I took my face off next to my senior and thanked him next to the senior whose game was over again at some point.

The result is disastrous defeat.

My school lost its first battle without even taking a bottle from the other school.

We didn't have time to regret it because the next game started, and we rushed to put together our protective gear, but those who were alternates on your team said this at that time.

"You didn't deal with him at all. Wouldn't this make sense to play with elementary school kids?

For the first time in my life I was born into that word, I learned so much anger that my head turned white.

My senior, who is silent next door, is also biting his lips with regret.

But I couldn't say anything.

I feel angry, but the frightening personality in me stops and I can't even argue with it.

I don't like talking to people. I encourage myself to cry to sleep.

Feeling so impudent about myself, I leaned down.

"You want to play with elementary school? Then why don't you leave and go to the dojo nearby for that matter?"

To a word from a place I never thought I would, of course, the seniors raised their faces and opened their mouths to Pocan.

Or, for some reason, the alternate is also very surprised.

I wasn't angry, just the guy who said what he thought looked strange and looked straight at the alternate.

It's courageous to be honest with them about what you think.

I don't know about normal people, but at least in my case it is.

I'm sure Asahina didn't think of anything, but I thought it was cool that Asahina said with a good look in her eyes what she thought on the occasion that she might hate that person if she did poorly.

Since then, Asahina, who sometimes sees it at the game venue even though the school is different, has become my admirer.

People say they have two reactions when someone has something they don't have.

Jealousy and admiration.

In my case, it was the latter.

Like you, Asahina, I want to be able to say things clearly.

Like you, Asahina, I want to be manly.

I know it's hard for me to admire you, but I still couldn't get rid of this emotion.

My faults have not been fixed with such longing, and I belong to the same department activities in the same high school class if I am aware of it.

I was really surprised when I found you at the same high school because I thought you were going to Kendo's mighty school because you were going to compete in the national tournament.

Wind rumors said he didn't like the mighty school because it's far from home.

Thank you so much for recommending this high school, my junior high school teacher.

The teacher's math had no idea what he was talking about, but only his high school choice arm was picky.

Anyway, I admire you.

I don't know about trampling people's mines every time I talk to them with that natural personality, but I hope that's not something I can do either.

I came to this world with you in the morning like that, and I felt that the distance was even more open.

Every time I fight, I get scared, and despite being a knight, what I do is no different than a guardian position.

Sometimes it may be that Sato and Asahina were too strong for the demons coming out, but I didn't stand in front of the demons except for the first battle at the Cantinen Labyrinth.

No, I didn't try to stand.

Though my mouth says I want to fix myself remaining weak, I haven't learned one thing since that time in middle school in the end and it hasn't changed.

Even when I came to this world, I was sweet to myself, and I just asked Sato and Asahina to protect me.

So I guess I was put in such a predicament.

"Shijun!! Su-kun, don't move! The wound's gonna open!

I'm the only one who can barely stand up.

Sato is seriously wounded and unconscious, and yet he's trying to stand up to protect us.

Ueno, who is desperately stopping it, also suffers so much wounds on his leg that it is difficult to say minor injuries that he cannot escape.

The shield I was equipping was shattered and scattered earlier.

And we are now surrounded by demons that were simulated in trees.