The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

The campfire, which took place the first night, also had a class by class offering, and the students thrived, but the Demon King slept all the time whether he was bloated or not.... Even when I came to the mountains, the Demon King was a free man.

Sleeping children say they grow up, but the Demon King doesn't grow up at all.

If I can inspire curry and have an obsession with eating at all, I guess it will be different again...... So far, a follow-up or something?

Though there was some trouble during the day, the first day of learning in the mountains did so and did all the itineraries and ended safely.

Day two.

The weather is cloudy.

It's hot weather, so the sun is just hiding, and the mountain's body temperature feels a lot lower.

Daily rainfall was increasing the river's waterscape, and the river trip initially scheduled was changed to hiking.

I don't know about the others, but it was a melancholy rescheduling for me. I don't have a fierce and unpleasant feeling.

"Let every squad come together and go for Mountain Top Square! That it's not on the side roads! Something to tell a teacher nearby without patience if you feel sick! Some places scaffolding is more likely to collapse because of the long rain, so don't walk too far down the edge of the mountain path and be careful with each! That's it!"

The young male teacher who speaks up and tells the students what to look for is refreshing. I want you to share that motivation with me.

My tension has been low since before I left.

"Oh, my God. Cookie, you look amazing. You wanted to play the river so badly?

"I don't care about river games. I just don't like hiking."

"Why. Mountain walking is a specialty of wild children. You can do whatever you want, Tarzan."

"I won't."

What do you think I am?

Rude to the ex-brainer.

"Sato! Uchi! Let's go!

With the Tanaka decree we stopped talking crap once and started to mingle around the middle of the class to go down the forest road.

At that time, a strange odor that I couldn't smell plucked my nose.

"...? Don't you smell something?

I'm not farting.

"Chicks."

"Oh, my God, don't cookies smell like my embarrassment?

"Are you going to die in heaven?

"So scared!

Uchi asked Tanaka and the others once because he couldn't count on them, but said he didn't smell anything weird as well.

(Are you out of your mind?

It was a very irritating, somewhat disturbing smell. But I just felt faint for a moment myself, so that's it if they say it's my fault. Although I somehow wonder what's going on around me, I don't see any anomalies for once. It just has a common mountain view.

The sky, which looked up from the gaps in the overlapping branches, was still covered by thick clouds. It looks like it's going to cry. In fact, it seems to be forecast that it will also rain after the afternoon. At least I want it to be while I'm hiking.

I climbed up a well-reinforced dirt staircase with a thin marutai, and by the way, walked a stone leaping mountain path, crossed a zawa with a bridge, and enjoyed the view of a green mountain for a few dozen minutes, - my bad feeling was in the middle.

"... I seem to have reached this point already. Put me down first, Alois."

"What's that death flag?

Looking down with cold eyes at the demon king who sat down on the ground snapping at him as he calmly penetrated.

... I thought this would happen.

I hate it when it unfolds exactly as I expected.

"I can't walk another step"

"Don't make a weak noise"

You're a boy.

"Something that could have traveled in an instant in a previous life, such as on a low mountain summit like this... The sky can't fly either. It's a very inconvenient creature."

"Yes, yes, okay, okay."

That's the Demon King, you could fly the sky, too. I didn't know.

"Why don't we stick to the glory of the past and make an effort now? Here, stand up."

"I can't walk another step. You can carry me if you want, Alois."

"... (Anger)"

You poor selfish Great Demon King.

I told you to leave me alone earlier.

It would be so refreshing if I could just throw this guy out and go.

Is there no Mountain of the Devil King that is not a Mountain of the Bastard? Let's google it when we get home. There could be one such mountain in the world.

- And Tanaka, set up the camera and wait for a shutter chance. You'll throw it away at last. Around the rotten swamp.

When the hike was over and I reached the lodge, I fell and lay flat on the tatami.

- I'm tired.

I was so tired when I was still a brave man in my previous life, since I got a shigoki named Match to the Knights.... Well, no matter how you interpret that, it must have been a good bodily annoyance to clear up the grudge of scratching the holy sword from the side by a pompous young man.

In the end, I broke through the mountains carrying the Demon King.

... what kind of training?

I didn't say no to training supremacy like some combat idiot.

Sure, daily training is indispensable, but I'm not looking for harsh training like this asshole.

How many times have you almost lost the temptation to throw your back haunt at the bottom of the valley......

Besides, Haunted was sleeping comfortably in the second half.

... Maybe I should have thrown it away after all.

Our room was for six in the Japanese-style room, and we were supposed to sleep with another group of boys.

"Otto Sato"

"It's tough being a demon king."

Those guys who were relaxing in the room first giggle and call out. I feel comfortable thinking it's other personnel.

I didn't mean to offend you, but I could see you were obviously amused.

I was so tired of dealing with them that I shut up and just waved a flicker with one cheek on my tatami.

After doing so for a while and resting, there were signs of the Demon King approaching, and a chunk of gluten sweets was placed in the tatami in front of him as a bulk.

"A man will not be able to move without taking nourishment. Eat."

There, a diagram of a brave man who could be pitied on the Demon King could be made.

(No, because you're the cause, right?

This is the price for the harsh effort you just made? There's something about it that doesn't fit. Is it not too cheap to char with gluten or whatever? And when there was no letter of gratitude. That's a good place to at least have a "thank you," Demon King.

"No need to hesitate"

When I received that gluten treat, at the end of the day, I felt something in me collapse.

"... Fine. That's your staple. I still have one more day. If you're not on your way, you're in trouble."

"I don't have a problem with the basket. It just moves a little worse."

"... it's worse than that. I don't need that for now."

"Don't be patient."

"You persevere! I say I don't want it!

The irritation was also revealed, and he yelled at his voice absurdly.

The people in the room stop talking perfectly.

I woke up and scratched my head in awkwardness.

... fatigue is loosening restraint. I'm a jerk, too, for shaking up to this extent.

"... coming out a little"

The room remains quiet to the tight way I say it when I don't have it.

Of course I have a consciousness that made the air worse, so when I whipped up to my heavy body, I apologized a word to the other fellow inmates and went out of the room. I didn't intentionally see the Demon King's face.

He sighs in the hallway and walks out. I want to be alone now anyway.

(It's good that I do something to the Demon King, but I hate being...)

I realized late that such a line had been laid down in me.

I wasn't conscious at all. And I'm confused again.

(After all, it's not that easy to break it off)

In the last life, it was between playing death, and the cause is profound.

More than that, my indelible guilt towards my people is creeping into a corner of my mind.

I can't believe you imitated me to pack a distance from you, and when you show something in favor of the Demon King, you get a rejection - quite a pain in the ass yourself.

(Now what is it...)

I look out the hallway window in a pitiful mood.

The windows face the side of the mountain, with large and small rocks and trees visible on the loosely sloped mountain skin.

It was raining out in earnest.

Does it reflect the current state of mind?

Even though it is summer, the mood becomes more and more blocked by the appearance of a monochromatic cold sight.

The lodge was three stories long enough to accommodate all fifth graders at their leisure.

I went through the lodge exploring the evacuation route with my usual habits and finally went back to my room after I had the whole structure in mind.