Running Away From The Hero!

# 9 Their Reason: The Reason of the Future Warrior.

"There is no evil in this world. It's just living with their own beliefs."

The reason it is clearly memorable is because the medium was slightly weakened.

Ah, how silly of me.

Even though you were beaten like that by that, and even though you warned me! I can't believe you're so careless about sticks!

And what is that weapon? Even with a sword, the user climbs up on his wrist to inflict pain.

Dodging is the only thing I can do, but the instructor's sword is amazing. Can't dodge with difficulty even defending.

In the end, I had no choice but to keep getting hit.

"There is no story in this world. He did the right thing for himself, and he was wronged in his own way."

I think I'm right about this, but I think I'd be more right about that if I made fun of you.

"If a woman is killed before your eyes, Then what will you do with him?"

"Huff!"

I don't know. I have to live first.

"What do you think? Issue 17."

I don't speak, so I ask 17. There you are.

Yeah, well, try and stop him!

"I think we should listen."

"What about 1000?"

"Well... I'm not a warrior, but can you just ignore me?"

... In the meantime, look at the personality of 1000. I knew I shouldn't have expected him.

"The ideal is to listen to the story as in 17. However, people usually remember to suit their convenience. You could say she was a foreign spy, disguised as an evil demon. Obviously, it's hard for you to know whether it's true or not."

No, clearly I'm still whimpering because I'm right.

Even in that situation, that weapon keeps hitting me!

No one looks at me crawling on the ground anymore. Ah, damn it!

"Unless you are gods, you cannot always choose the right path. Then it is better not to pay attention. If someone is going to start a great revolution, just watch. Revolution is treason to some. Even the most powerful empire on the continent now, it began as a revolution started by ordinary citizens who turned one kingdom upside down and the first kingdoms of the empire. But when he built the empire, there was a plot number three."

What, what am I supposed to do?

Stop hitting him!

"All of those three initiatives were created by the Protestant scholars. It was written in reverse, but even in the early days, they were heroes who shared the will of the First Emperor. However, he was defeated in a subsequent power struggle and eventually defeated by the emperor and became a traitor. Power is always the history of the victors. Then the longest way to survive is to not be a winner or a loser."

"Are you going to live long?"

"Yes. Most of the reasons I came to this organization are similar. Especially after the war."

Brothers don't get in the way of fights.

I'm living here because of my fucking father, who knows this for a reason!

So stop hitting me!

Oh, but why aren't they fainting? Is my body this strong?

I mean, is it a mistake to inflict so much pain?

"You can't live the way you want in the world. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just pray to God. Uncertainty to accept things you can't change. The courage to change things that you can change. Be patient with changes that take time. And get up in the morning and just give me the strength to try again for today."

Ah. Sermir, goddess of great light. Please don't let me hit you. Please don't let that damn instructor hit you. Please go home and slaughter your fucking brothers. And if possible, let me have some breakfast tomorrow!

"Teacher... Well, stop..."

But God does not do what I ask. The old thinker was right to lead life on his own feet!

At this very moment, God is dead! - I wanted to shout, but more than that, I had to stop that automated hand.

"Help..."

I'm... sleepy. Hmm. Dead mother waving there?

My voice doesn't seem to support me since I was born and died.

You look just like your portrait on the house.

I can't hear you, by the way. Mother, what are you saying?

You're not supposed to be here?

* * *

"Oh, he's dead."

At the words of 1000, the hand that grabbed my ankle fell trembling.

Speaking of the other guys, I forgot number one. Sorry.

And yet, look at this automatic hand gesture. Almost a macro.

Is this what a skilled instructor looks like?

"Take Unit 1. Today's lesson is over."

"Isn't he dead?"

When the eyes are turned upside down and only the white ones are visible, the tongue remains bent and foamed, but not dead. It's a weapon like that.

"I'm not so wasted as to die."

This is what the Black Anvils, the most important Dwarves, take seriously as their teenagers.

How delighted the Black Anvils were to hear this brilliant idea, that they always felt guilty about themselves making weapons that only kill people for war!

I said I would test it after completing it, and then somehow I canceled my plan to breed it, but given a spot on the Black Anvil's top 10 cavalry, completeness is perfect.

Probably because we need to work with the Elves who were arguing with each other, let's assume they didn't go into the mountain.

"Maybe I'll wake up in the morning."

He nodded and dragged the fallen one to 1000.

I grab my legs at my waist, and I'm dragging them around, and something keeps bumping into my head.

Well, I'm sure it's fine. Fools are hard-headed.

By the way, I told you today's training is over, but my work is not done.

Honestly, I don't think you should get the instructor to do the paperwork either. Especially when you've moved your hands for your disciples like today!

I don't know if there are people in the organization to work for, but they don't.

Due to the malicious nature of the organization, many people are injured in the work, and those who are difficult to come back to write to office positions, this number is substantial.

Should I say good welfare is not like a bad organization?

Usually, disposal is another evil organization's way of disposing of useless people. Is it because the skeleton is liberating, or is it to raise the loyalty of the organization's members?

Anyway, it doesn't matter, there are people in office, and I have to work as the instructor responsible for the future of the organization!

Fucking clerks, take my job!

I was building a paper tower on one corner, stamped on things related to training and simple directives, not really relevant to me, but I suddenly felt popular in front of the visit.

"Come in."

"Yes."

It was surprisingly 1000 that came through the door.

What? He was an excellent survivalist, so he already sensed the danger and attacked?!

I think he can handle it.

Hehe, I don't know if he always wears a metal plate on his belly, but his sword will pierce the hole.

I used to make steel plates out of expensive metal, but now I'm melting them with a shortage of money and making other things, so now I'm just a regular metal plate! Life is at stake?!

"What's going on?"

Pretend to look at the documents and take your left hand under your desk.

Hmph. If your board is thin, you'll need to intercept them before they hit you with a knife!

This place is already my space, just a few buttons under my desk to trigger all sorts of memorizations and traps!

"Long live the winner."

"Do you have any questions about the story?"

Or are you trying to kill me to stay alive?

"I want to be a winner."

It's overwhelming.

The small footsteps that fit the body increasingly approach me.

On the face of the 1000 faced, the unexpected heat.

He's got this look on his face, except for what he eats.

However, as his instructor, I was watching him as usual, but I was really surprised to see his face.

"Do you know what you need to survive a long time?"

"I will eat."

"That's right."

If you don't eat it, you die.

"Strength."

"That's right."

Power. Intelligence. Power. If you are not strong, you can be defeated and taken away by a strong one at any time.

"Luck."

"Essential."

And life is just a gamble of luck!

If you are lucky, everything will come in even if you stay still.

"And…"

"Don't you know anymore?"

"Yes"

Look at Nod 1000 and place your left hand back on the desk slightly.

Hmm. I didn't expect more training.

If it was issue 1, the compensation is not correct, but 1000 is different.

Again, this 1000 is a training number from a minor training camp. By the time he graduated, it had already been proven in the previous riders that even if he had gotten within ten fingers of every rider, my salary would be several times higher.

"It's my job as an instructor to tell you that."

That's what it's like to raise your disciples as instructors. But I don't have to do my job.

# 10 Their Reason: Mira's Reason.

♪ A long way to go ♪

When did life become its own purpose?

Ever since I can remember, I've been holding hands with my mom, and I couldn't find a single piece of bread, so I had to wander around.

In the midst of a war, it was a busy day running away every day as part of a country that was an enemy of the Empire, and that was the day.

Bob was the purpose of my life.

But if you think about it now, it's just struggling to survive.

Why do they want to live? Why are they climbing back and forth to live like that? I don't know why I bother.

Still, I want to live. I will survive. To do that...

"Huh? Aren't you going in?"

After throwing issue 1 into the bed of room 1, I looked at myself, holding the handle of my room and stopping to open the door, and 17, the next room, tilted his head.

Even if there are only three trainees, everyone is like a neighbor.

"A little later."

17 looked strange, but he went into the room regardless.

Let go of the stuttering handle again.

Yeah, to survive. That would be the best way.

I turned back, walked past the training ground, looked for the instructor, and knocked on the door, but there was no one there.

Perhaps, you're still working...

"Come in."

In front of the instructor's office.

Put your hand back down to pound on the door. I haven't knocked yet, but he must have noticed I'm here.

"Yes."

Is he working? He writes things down on paper and doesn't even look at me.

"What's going on?"

"Long live the winner."

"Do you have any questions about the story?"

The instructor said indifferently.

But after hearing this today, I suddenly realized something.

"I want to be a winner."

I want to be a winner I want to survive a long time. I don't want to die. Most of the life I remember is always close to death.

I was always going to starve to death.

I was always afraid to die.

I always felt like I was going to die of pain.

I always thought it would be comfortable to die, but I don't know why, but I was too scared.

That's why I was always running from this guy, Death.

Yeah, he was just running.

I ran away from the adults who stared at me dangerously.

When I heard that the Imperial Guards, called the messengers of the battlefield, ran away.

If any of the orphans who were fighting for food ever came out unstoppable, they ran away.

That's it, always. I ran away.

Ugh.

Bite your lips tight. I can feel the bitter blood in my mouth.

Always, I don't want to run away like that anymore.

One more step. One more step to reach the instructor.

"Do you know what you need to survive a long time?"

Finally, the instructor who was looking at me smiled slightly and said.

What do I need to survive? Of course I know.

"I will eat."

I can't feel the energy when I'm hungry. Every step I take is exhausting. Sometimes the world looks white. Especially when you can't even drink water.

"That's right."

Look, the instructor admitted it.

"Strength."

If it's not strong, it'll be taken from you. Only the person who has suffered to take the hard-earned food can know. I had to be strong to get it back. If you are not strong, you will be taken from you and killed.

"That's right."

Look, the instructor admitted it.

"Luck."

If you are unlucky, you will die from misguided magic. If you're lucky, you can survive a gunfight. There's always a paper difference between life and death. And that piece of paper is luck.

"Essential."

Look, the instructor admitted it.

"And…"

I don't think about it anymore. There's something else. I know more. There's no way to explain it.

"Don't you know anymore?"

"Yes"

Then it is not to know. It's just how I feel. A story you don't know exactly.

That's why I came to see you. And the instructor said as if he was satisfied.

"It's my job to tell you that."

The instructor, who said so, took me somewhere.

I thought I'd used all the facilities here in the last few months, but after opening the old door and going down the stairs, a small cave appears.

"After a little more time, I thought you might need it, but I'll open it now based on your enthusiasm."

"Is there anything I want here?"

"Yes, there is. Only if you survive."

What if we could survive?

I mean...

"I could die..."

"Yes. You could die. But as I said before, the one who survives wins. That means the loser dies. Life and death are always together. Live and prove it."

After saying that, the instructor left without saying anything.

There were no orders to go in. He didn't even ask me about the doctor. Trust me. He brought me here.

"Life and death are always together."

He mutters, and opens the door.

Pick!

"Tsk?!"

I barely dodged something flying through the ball.

You were always right.

If you do what the instructor says, everything is fine. He sometimes said difficult things, but if he did not understand them, He taught him to understand them by actions.

And maybe it's dangerous again, like the instructor said, but if I can get through here, I can get what I want.

So I can understand you. I can understand, sir...

As soon as the door opens, arrows fly over my head... * Sobbing *