The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

I mounted a promise to join Rokkaya for dinner, and then I went out to explore the dorm to kill time until then.

Rokkaya distracted me and offered me guidance, but when I politely refused to do so, I wove my favorite black hoodie and left the room alone.

I'm glad that Rokkatani cares, but I just want to understand the structure of the building, so it's bad to let it come with it, or... it can get in the way if you can follow me blah blah blah. One of them is light, and inconspicuous.

Today is the first day of dormitories, so keep it for exploring only the first dorm.

First, as a confirmation of the emergency evacuation route, we headed for the emergency stairs.

On the way, check out the laundry space. Three washing machines with dryers were installed. It's a luxury. That's rich school.

Across the hallway the space opposite was in the water heating room, with flushing, a simple stove and an ice maker. There is also a small cupboard, with a number of cups, plates and other dishes. There were also pots, balls and other cookware under the flush. But there were no ingredients or knives. I guess I'll bring those with me. Easy cooking is likely to be done here. - But I guess not many students self-cater. There is no sign of much use. Well, the majority of students don't cook on their own because they are "sons of wealthy families" (common folk bias).

The door to the emergency stairs at the edge of the hallway was locked inside.

It's a polite double lock in addition to the hard to pick keys.

(Sounds harsh)

Security cameras are also installed in various locations in the dorm, although they are not noticeable.

For once, check those positions, and remember.

I don't know if I might need that information, but if I'm ready, I'm not worried. I was a brain muscle, but I never forgot to just secure my escape route.

Unlock the emergency doors and exit to the emergency stairs outside.

Really, a strong breeze swept up Parker's hem and my hair.

"Ugh, awesome breeze"

Of course it is the elevation of the tenth floor, but even if it is not, the sea breeze is strong.

Gradually opening the eyes that were closed instantly in a painful wind that touched the skin.

"-"

I was overwhelmed by the sight.

The sunset is dyeing the horizon red.

The sky was mysteriously brilliant with white clouds, coloured with purple, blue and herd blue mixed by the leftovers stained with cedar.

It was just beautiful.

Breathtaking scenery, my chest trembles.

- Really, that brother just boasted.

There is a "power" in this view that shakes the mind of the beholder.

"Beautiful..."

Nature and such admiration came out with a mouthful of mouth.

I've probably never seen anything so touching in this world.

"Ma 'ana."

... I was pretty surprised I didn't think I'd get a response back to myself.

The voice was heard from one upstairs dance floor. I don't see him.

As I stuffed my breath and watched how it was, I heard a crisp noise, followed by a rubbing sound of shh. The smell of what seems to be a cigarette soon reaches me, too.

"This is a shitty head squirter place, but I think I just threw this view away, too."

The person upstairs who seems to be smoking said that in a squeaky voice.

I wish I could, but I asked unwanted questions.

"... Well, I ask you, is this school smokable?"

"Huh? You've decided no, you idiot"

"Right."

You smoke, though.

I mean, this guy's bad.

- No, I kind of doubted that this school was free to smoke because it's so insane.

Well, you can't think normally. Yeah, yeah. Cigarettes are harmless and unprofitable.

"Lung cancer, aren't you afraid? You're a brave man."

I will use respectful language because it may be Sempai for once. Even classmates meet for the first time.

"... you've changed."

Yet such good sense made me throw rude remarks about the upstairs defect.

"Huh? Really? Lung cancer, you're scared. I'm usually scared, I am. My lungs go black or something, I'm super scared."

I don't feel like someone who lives in a healthy body because of it but goes out of his way to make it worse for himself.

He's a former brave man, but he's afraid of lung cancer.

I mean, people who aren't afraid of lung cancer are braver than me.

The person upstairs turned off the cigarette after being silent.

"You're a bad guy."

I heard a pompous, unfaithful voice, and the upstairs defect went inside the dorm.

When I was left alone, after enjoying the view again, I slowly began to descend the stairs.

By the way, my conclusion from my tour of the dorm was - I knew this school was crazy.

The bad words that I stumbled across on the emergency stairs may have been shooting unexpectedly...

A seed of anxiety for the future of school life sprouted in me against the things I saw on the first floor of the dorm.

Surely this school is not normal.

Signs of previous life are too intense.

- On the ground floor of the first dorm, I found the guardian demon squares that were used in the previous world.

There's still going to be a deep reason why my brother forced himself to come to this school.

... I don't congratulate myself enough to swallow my brother's words in the elevator.

(The key to the demon king's resurrection...?)

I was half-hearted, Seven Wonders, but I think I need to do some serious research.

I still can't feel safe until after the admissions ceremony, but there's no sign of the Demon King on this school island.

I've been grinding my consciousness for a long time before I crossed the bridge, but - I didn't see any sign of him anywhere.

This Demon King sensor of mine can be located with considerable precision if it has a radius of about five kilometers.

But after that, it gradually becomes obscure, making it impossible to perceive it further afield. So now I don't know where the Demon King is.

In other words, the Demon King is far enough away not to respond to my sensors.

Even though that is something to rejoice about, - the emotions that arose instantly when I found out there was no demon king on the school island were never that. I drank down the emotions that arose from bitter feelings and pretended to be casual.

It's been over four years and I can't forget the days I spent with the Demon King.

I should have been neglected.

They bothered me all the time.

There was no friendship anywhere.

I didn't even know it was possible.

I've abandoned him, and I don't know how many times I've thought I'd like to take care of him anymore.

Not a single good memory.

Yet...

(I wonder why I won't forget)

Is it because the character was too intense?

... I've certainly never seen more characters than that, happy or unhappy.

My brother is strong too, but he loses to me.

Of course, my brother wouldn't be happy to beat me to it either.

I'd rather be severely reprimanded for "not lining up in the same row" if I found out I was compared to the Demon King.

(... out there, maybe you forgot about me a long time ago.)

I think it's been a little while since I've been a little bit over-conscious that I stopped talking to teachers about transferring to school.

Even if you're not so vigilant, the Demon King will surely live free by forgetting about me and all that.

It doesn't even seem like the Demon King is going out of his way to look for a brave man to kill. In the first place, the name of the former brave man would have been abandoned if he had been easily killed early by the poor demon king living in gluten confectionery.

Now that the month has passed, I can think of it that way.

But that's what I thought was best then.

Besides, even now, I don't think I should go see the Demon King from myself.

It doesn't change the trouble.

As long as I'm the brave one and he's the demon king.

I'm sorry we got tied up in each other's shoes and got upset.

The determination not to see you for the rest of your life remains the same.

I won't change it.

- That's all right, I convinced myself again.

* * *

After exploring the first dorm, I went back to my room and headed to the dining room with Rokkaya.

The dining room, - was still more like a hotel restaurant than a dining room.

The spacious spaces are lined with table seats for six and table seats for four with tablecloths.

By placing an order on the touch panel located on the table, the payment is completed by holding the card key against the sensor and pressing the authentication button at the time of placing the order. I think this kind of modern high-tech technology has something a little magical to do with it. (laughs) I don't know how to say it.

In the middle of the dining room there was a white central staircase that the princess was about to come down, stretching to the upper floor, from where she could also go upstairs to her seat.

However, upstairs seating was only available for the upper classes and the cynicism of this school was also reflected in the dining room. When I asked if the menu that I could order was different, it was the same. Food grudges are horrible, so I think that's the right thing to do.

Most students go in and out of the third floor door without using the dining room stairs, as they can enter the second floor seat directly from the third floor of the central building. It was added that sometimes the highly self-expressive type who wants to boast about being a top performer or that school favorites may use it for fan service. Fan service, I laughed with my nose at the time, but it was a little further to know it wasn't funny. It was also then that the poor emergency stairs realized what it meant to throw up with Icarretel.

It seems that Rokkatani has never risen to the upstairs seats, and what I further found in the foregoing explanation that the information is just a rumor I heard, is that the upstairs seats also have terrace seats that allow you to dine overlooking the sea, as well as private rooms. You can't stay here in a fancy hotel anymore, can you? I thought.

I didn't want to or feel like going upstairs for once by graduation, but when I blurred to Rokkaya that my grades seemed impossible, he gave me the information that I could eat upstairs if accompanied by someone with a role. I mean, why don't you ask your brother? And besides, he gave me advice, which is a presence that I sincerely want to decline. Brilliant (imaginary) upstairs seating, surrounded by that prominent brother and the top graders, there's no way to have fun eating and such. I'm sure it's delicious. I don't know where the rice came in. No, no, just imagining it is going to make the rice worse.

The dining room, which is open almost all day, is a way of ordering during the day and at night, but we are talking about a buffet for breakfast. It seems persistent, but it is still a hotel. I kind of miss our breakfast when I think it's a buffet every day starting tomorrow.... Well, homesickness is about to recur again.

I've had quite a few celebrity experiences since my mother remarried, but I wasn't very familiar with the upper class. If you eat every day, you'd rather have a bovine bowl shop set in the morning than a buffet. I miss stopping by on a flurry in the middle of a run. - It was only a week ago. I've come a long way.

They say Rokkaya is coming early for breakfast avoiding time to get mixed up.

I decided to let you accompany me on that too. Waking up early is not bitter at all.

For a while I was going to act stuck in the Rokkaya so that the borough wouldn't come out. Without knowing the implicit rules of the school, I don't want to stand out by making some mistake.

In the meantime, order dinner on the touch panel with a full description.

Rokkaya recommended a fixed meal.

There are two types of fixing meals: A fixing meals and B fixing meals, where A is the main meat or fish type depending on the day in the common set menu. B is the main daily set with lots of stuff. It was a bowl of cutlets today.

Cuttlebowl seems to be popular with the rich son, and the dish on top of the waiter's basin carrying the dish had a high rate of cutlet bowl. Even your son is an eater.

A I somehow observed the dining room while I finished asking for a fixed meal and waited for the dish to be brought.

The dining room was quite mixed up, but no one made much of a fuss, and just as many students seemed to wear the manners of the meal.

Some students are eating in groups, while others vary with two or three groups, students eating alone. There are also a few students in uniform, but there are still few before the entrance ceremony. Most of them were in private clothes.

"... that's a lot of good-looking stuff"

The same goes for appearance, but a student with a pretty little figure catches my eye. Hair and clothing are dirty.

"Maybe so. A lot of students at school are attentive to their appearance."

"Normal I feel something floating..."

I'm a common outfit with black hoodies on t-shirts. By the way, the bottom is chino bread.... I don't feel like sprinkling anywhere. This style emphasizes ease of movement and ease of movement only. And I'm not familiar with any group and noticeable. It was the best choice outfit for me,... should be, but... mixed with these vibrant people, it obviously floats. It's floating. Oi. Could this not be a crisis of my identity?

"... I can't help it because I'm like that, too, but my school might float the other way around when it's" normal ". Because there are so many cool people."

"Wow... I really don't like being full of good-looking people..."

It can't be "normal" floating or something.

It's "normal" because we're gonna bury it in a bunch of people, right? That's the definition of "normal," isn't it? majority. Population. majority. That should be the "normal" identity.

Isn't it worth it because there aren't many handsome people?

Aren't you going to have good-looking inflation when you're good-looking over there and here? Price breakdown's gonna happen, right?

My thought circuit is also broken by the crisis of identity collapse.

"And one more piece of advice... or advice?

Rokkaya made a slightly more serious face and lurked his voice.

"It's a boys' school, maybe it's because a lot of people have high facial deviations, - because we're a couple of guys, and we're" normal ""