The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"We are now hosting a Freshman Orientation for the current year"

With a few fireworks and the cheers of the students it began.

"First of all, I want to talk to you all more than the event chief. Now, Chief, please."

It was a magnificent man in a pissy suit who came out to the center of the stage after being introduced by the moderator....... but for some reason my hair on the right side is so jumping and what a mismatch impression.

(Is that with the waza...?

Or is it just a sleeping habit… Either way, the suit looks delicate.

"The event manager's cloth bag is magnificent. - Well, my students from Wangdong School! I am delighted to be greeted today by such sunny weather. Last year, it was held in the midst of light rain. Five years ago, it was held in the strong wind of tyranny. The island orientation in inclement weather is harsh.... you freshmen of the year, you're in luck. The superiors will know what this means."

The noise sounded good to the stadium through the microphone, and the scene was quiet in the hustle and bustle until earlier.

(... heh)

It's called voice quality, it's called discouragement, - well trained.

Decorative of the organization, it doesn't seem like you're just a great guy. My hair is weird though.

"What's an event chief?

Speaking to Rokkaya in a low voice, he still replied with a lurking voice.

"I wonder who's partitioning all the events that take place in the school,... They call it the president's katana."

"You're not a teacher?

"He has a faculty license, and until a few years ago, he stood in our lecture hall, but he seems to have become that full-time since he was entrusted with the head of the event. Probably the best member of the faculty out staff. He's hard to eat."

"... I see. Thankyou."

Rokkaya always trivially gives me plus alpha information, so it really helps.

(Thought it would be a student council to partition these event-related...)

I don't see my brother on stage.

I don't see any other student who looks like a student council officer.

However, it was not that there were no students at all,...... there were a significant number of uniformed upper classmates moving as event staff both on stage and in the venue.

I wear an armband on my upper left arm that says staff in green lettering on white, so I can see it at a glance.

Shortly after descending the rink-bowled stand, a pair of staff along the wall surrounded the competition field about twenty pairs at equal intervals.... as if watching over us.

The pair on the field, one was a student but the other a school staff member. School staff uniforms are cream-colored so they can be identified as students at a glance. Beautiful slender silhouette with silver buttons on the collar, more sophisticated than those of military officer style students. The cuffs are also decorated with three small silver buttons. It has a stylish (stylish) design and cleanliness, but… it is a color scheme that is somewhat white and looks like dirt is noticeable.

(... Speaking of which, you look somewhat like a cleric's garment from a previous life...)

While I was observing the surroundings, of course, the event manager's story continued.

After some brief rules and penalties about the event were thoroughly explained, the onstage chief seemed to laugh at Nihil.

"A promising young man (almost), gentlemen! Today is your debut. The brothers gathered here and the audience of the video distributors have come to expect a lot from your work. Be sure to live up to that expectation and decorate your glorious debut! Tested by you are" intelligence, "" strength, "and" luck in time. "Who is it that the Goddess of Destiny smiles at this first event of the year? I hope so, too."

The cloth bag event chief breathed softly and raised his voice echoing on the field.

"O goddess of destiny! Bless them!

In contrast, students and event staff throughout the venue cheered in unison.

"Bless you!!

Fireworks strike up again to match your voice.

"Bless you!!

To an unusual exuberance, during the course of the year, he also said, "Bless you!" Some of them shouted and fisted up and inspired themselves, but I was feeling the chills of my spine.

The word "goddess" itself, even though it's pretty chest shit bad, - plus the chanting that makes you even smell blind faith is about letting the tension roll off too.

- But after this, if you can get enough of the shock I get, this much chest shit bad and other appetizers that follow exactly the main dish,... it was just the beginning yet.

On stage, the Event Supervisor sends a signal to one of the staff.

Until then, images appeared all over the giant screen of the black stadium.

The screen shown was white as paper. So I'm sure everyone would have thought the power was just on.

Was it an unplanned event, and the "blessing" of students and staff turns into a noise of doubt.

"Were there any footage last year?

"I didn't.... I wonder"

I was so deliberately restless when I heard the conversation between Liancheng and Rokkaya.

- The blue of the sky is dazzling.

- The whiteness of the screen seems to stand out even more.

White, white, white. That's white -...

The voice of the event chief through the microphone rocks my consciousness.

"If it's a regular year, start orienting here! As it gets better, I have some important news for you today from Haruki Sakuragi, the founder and chairman of the board of directors of our Imperial Dong School. - All of you, listen up."

A man appeared on the screen after an introduction that was somewhat grumpy.

The man, with a righteous face, wrapped (well) in a white suit that blended into the background and looked younger, but his eyes looking over the screen were terribly quiet and seemingly old, and of uncharted age.

... I'm just too young to be the person who founded this school, no matter how I look at it, though it's a strange age. Forty cars would be the best, even if they were there. If you do poorly, even the first half of the twenty will work. But that brings me to how old I was when the school was founded.

As far as the founder is concerned, I thought it was something very old people would come out of. Old as a magic school principal, for example.

But it seems that nothing was limited to me being poked at by the appearance of the president on the screen.

"... I've never seen it before"

Right next door, somewhere Rokkaya shrugs.

"First time...?

Six valleys enrolled from the middle?

"... Yeah, the president rarely shows up in an official setting... or I've never been to this school. Besides, I can't believe you're so young..."

Its face with slightly wavy chestnut hair on its forehead, and its standing in a white suit, was a good level to call a beautiful man, but the sanctity that seemed disrespectful to turn such an epic gaze was brewed (perhaps) out of the man.

"Gentlemen."

A clear voice echoed in a venue full of the students' blurring.

"This is Haruki Sakuramiya, chairman of the board."

I just named him, but the hustle and bustle of the venue disappeared as the waves drew.

Somewhere in my head, the alarm rings.

- You must not hear this voice.

Do not listen to a beautiful voice that attracts and obeys 10,000 people and inspires faith.

But the planted awe makes me hesitate to block my ears and interfere with my will.

"I want to show you something."

My heart beat faster.

I don't think I should look, but I still can't even block my eyes, and my gaze remains fixed on the screen. It was as if it had been subjected to a strong allusion.... Maybe that's not just working for me. Until earlier, the noisy stadium was now unusually quiet.

Cherry House Chairman's hand is off the screen.

I guess it's a fixed camera instead of having a shooter. The screen didn't even work with Pickle without following the president's move.

With a flowing trick, the chairman's hand brings something elongated in from outside the screen.

- The moment I saw it wrapped around a white cloth, my eyes opened without further ado.

(No way)

No way. No way.

He doubts my eyes and stares at the cloth as it unravels, even as the heart that rings at the climax feels like some other human resource.

When the cloth fell and the full story was revealed, a twirl ran inside the venue.

"That..."

"... wow"

"Beautiful..."

"Cool..."

"Sword"

"Sword."

"It's a sword, that one"

"Seriously?

"Is that a real thing?

"But it looks real to me."

The voices of the students that reached my ears from all over the place were somewhere far away, and I even felt like the language of another world that diverged from reality.

- No, this land used to be definitely a different world for me (...).

A world without magic.

Advanced civilization.

Developed science.

A wide variety of races.

Complex and strange language.

Precision machinery.

Energy different from magic.

Everything was heterogeneous, unusual, heretical.

Literally, correctly, this was a different world...

... I look up at the sword that appeared on the screen on the bar.

Once upon a time...

More familiar than anything else, the sword that was with itself, so much so that it was not an exaggeration to say that it was united.

Yet now, I had myself to regard that as a foreign object.

(... Saint... Sword...!

Desperately withstand such a shock that your knee is about to collapse.

Like a wild storm, he would eat his teeth too hard to resist the rush of memories he had with the Holy Sword in his previous life.

The feel of a gripping pattern. The weight of the sword. Life is at stake. Demonic Terminator. Smells like blue, red, or green or... colorful body fluids. A raw, intense, magical wind. The earth wet with blood. A tragic and extreme scene with a demonic neck rolling around.

Something like that came up all at once, and there was a glitch of sweat all over my body.

Fight, fight, fight...

The sword that slaughtered (hoffing) the demon himself had always gripped.

- I can't be wrong.

That is a holy sword given to me, who was a brave man in a previous life.

It was an unparalleled sword for beauty.

I don't know anything else about such a beautiful sword.

It was beyond the boundaries that could be produced at the hands of approximately people.

It will not be possible to make the same even in this world where various technologies have developed.

Forgeries were also available in previous life, but the sword material was completely different without comparing it.

No matter what demon you cut, no blade on it, no dull cut.

No matter how much demonic blood you bathe, its blade will never cloud, with a hint of blue and silver phosphorescence… illuminated the darkness.

The only and most powerful, the sword of mystery (sword) created by the divine work - the "Holy Sword".

A slippery white sheath that knows no dirt.

A chaste sook body that can only be pulled out by a chosen brave man.

The sword remains stuck in the sheath without being pulled out by the president of the board.

Nor does the chairman have a vegan vibration (sobu) that puts his hands on the pattern.

(Why... why is there a holy sword in this world...!

When the upset subsides to some extent, angry and irritating suspicions now spring up from within you.

In this world with no brave men or demon kings.

Why does it exist?

- There are no brave men or demon kings.

... Not here...?

(............ no way,...... no way...)

Memory.

- Memory.

The "brave man" in me.

"Demon King" in Terre.

- Both "brave" and "demon king" exist in our memories.

No matter how distracting.

Still deeply rooted.

It is stained.

- No way.

- For that...?

Are we reborn with memories...?

To fight again?

(The battle with the Demon King... is not over yet...?

I was dazzled by the rash.

Anything.

So I felt all the codes fit.

(Also... repeat...?

- In this peaceful land?

- Tell me to kill the demon king...?

Now you want me to wipe it out completely...?

Are you saying that this reincarnation itself is an endless and eternally recurring business, like the rings of Mebius?

The voice that cut off my thoughts like that echoed the stadium again.

"I want all the upper classmates to hear it too. - This year King will be awarded, on an exceptional basis, the holy sword that is here, and this sword (sword) will be the king's sword."

"... Huh!?

The whole venue sprung up at once.

All of a sudden, the white sword appeared in its beauty, captivating the minds of the students of the school in an instant.

... but my mind was disturbed by a thousand, not the other way around.

(To King, ju...??

I couldn't keep up with unexpected developments, I couldn't grasp much of the situation, and my thoughts just went around empty.

(That's an award, isn't it? You mean give, right? You mean I'm gonna give it to you generously, right?... eh, not to the brave but to the king...???

I suddenly felt like an idiot I couldn't do it.

No way, such as treating a sword as powerful and worshipped as it was in a previous life as a prize to students - I can't keep up with the feeling a bit.

(Yeah...? It's that easy... no, I guess it's not that easy to be King... not that... er... the Holy Sword needs to be pulled out if you're not a brave man... oh, but if you don't have demons, you don't need to pull out..., you don't need the Holy Sword on purpose to defeat the Pimboke Demon King. It's so full of gaps that I can harass you the other way around. Even during this time, he stopped too close to the cliff. I'm going to let my legs slip in the wind, and I'm more restless over here watching, that asshole demon king.... Well, that's good. In other words, there is no place in this world for the use of the Holy Sword.... Does that mean King doesn't have a problem with it?... you don't, do you? What's the problem? I don't know what kind of sword you can't pull out, but it's priceless, so no problem with the prize, right? In the first place, am I still out of my holy sword? Mm-hmm...??

My fierce confusion.

The board chairman on the screen looked at the excited students with just a merciful look.