The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"Why do we have to take a trip to a place like this... troublesome"

A grumpy voice was heard from behind the panda masks - who decided to call them that for convenience.

It was this again suspiciously windy figure who showed up with his hands pulled by the two panda masks. It's just that he didn't wear a panda mask, instead he was weaving a hooded cape, and half of his skinny, unhealthy looking face was dewy from jaw to mouth from under the hood he wore deep in his eyes. Therefore, the creation of a clear face is unknown.

He was tall there, but had a slight unreliable impression overall, and he was still not the type to be good at rough things at first glance.

- But the moment I recognized him clearly, unlike when I saw the panda masks, something in me sounded my first alarm. The superficial layer of the skin feels tingling and tightens the feeling that it was loose.

(Judgment, I might have made a mistake...)

Some regret overheads me that I shouldn't have stayed out of curiosity.

But even though I thought so, it's now time to escape without even knowing who they are here. No matter how suspicious the group was in the first place, it was thought that there would be no risk of a level of exchange of life on this island. No matter how insane the place is, this is not a battlefield or a different world where demons can walk wide, it is only an educational institution with the great premise that students will spend time offering scholarship. - Of course I didn't forget Deputy Director Frameda's advice, and my brother just smelled the presence of "hostile forces" earlier. So there was a sense of crisis and vigilance. However, the range of possibilities assumed by the increased volume of information also widens, thus also increasing the risk of being more misleading and misleading. … it is premature to judge an immediate enemy because the wind is suspicious.

As far as I'm concerned, it was more important to get the information you get when you get it. Information in this case refers to a high degree of certainty.... because even if you take some risks, it can also lead to helping you later.

In the end, I confronted a suspicious group rather than fleeing, giving priority to knowing its purpose and identity.

"You're Chiba Sho... Sure, you're going to be classified as a worthless, worthless elephant everywhere."

A peeping mouth moved from under the hood and a slightly tall voice uttered such words.... is utterly rude to the first person you meet. It's an extra favor. It's called that self-proclaimed guild master, it's called Seo, who overthrew one smile as frigid, and today is the day to meet the rude people who make it.

"... who are you?"

"The shards of interest are also immobile material, but there is no choice. The idea that if you want to shoot a general, shoot a horse first is valid as a means."

"... some sorority? Or a club? What kind of gathering?

"Horses would fall into the category of horse wasting, but what, horse wasting has as many uses as horse wasting"

"... what can I do for you?"

"I'm not going to spare my efforts either if I need to get that great material. It is troublesome and depressing, but it is also unproductive. However, it is enough for once to be driven out to such a boring job, and I want this to happen. We're busy."

…………

Unfortunately, he's not willing to answer my question.

I feel the sympathetic gaze of the panda masks is gathering to me after all the inquiries have been through, but is it my fault... I want to think it's my fault.

- Yeah, that's it. This guy's a race of systems who doesn't listen to people either. I kind of felt that way. This school, really, that's a lot of guys... Besides, this unique way of talking...

This was just the way the guy who immersed himself in his world and made me do whatever I wanted without bothering me around. A bigoted freak who lines up only his doctrinal claims with even a taunt, and only obedient to the rules he sets himself. Of course, the language is different, and voices, body types, and so on… although it's more like less overlapping parts, - it's similar.

I have a very, very bad feeling about it... or... I only have a bad feeling about it...

(You're lying...? No way this guy... he's the one I never missed the most when I was reincarnated... no, no, no, 'cause he's not gonna screw around early, is he? After surviving the Battle of the Demon King, who's against him in a world where instead of the Demon King, there's no more me, no more priests, no more knights, no more princes? Even if the world collapses, he can't die that easily, and that's why he's reincarnated, and I don't believe he's dead, right? Don't you think it's ridiculous to hate your children? So I'm sure he lived years and years after that. So no. Wrong isn't him. Must be different... not if not anyway, it's decided differently...)

While I was pretty upset and wolfish inside, I wanted to escape a bad feeling that I even remembered the chills anyway, so I pulled my gaze off the untold hood guy and asked the panda mask standing next to him again.

"So, who are you guys and what can I do for you?

"We are Alliance Elite Demon Guidance Units. This one is Master Nezu. Chiba Sho, I want you to be an Alliance member. This is already a matter of decision"

Thankfully there was a decent response from the panda mask. I'm so glad the humanities are back. "Shah! Shah! Shah!" or "Heh! I don't know what to do when Phantom language returns like" Hiffoo-hee! "It's really hard not to have a conversation.

... Well, that content was very "yes it is" acceptable, and it was full of scratches.

(guild after all...)

The end of the solicitation period (time limit) is approaching, and they finally threw away the positive method and made it a tough means.

Totally means my brother's phone was a flag. Perhaps I should praise my brother for his foresight, which he suggested until I bothered to call him, but - I wonder why he doesn't feel comfortable thanking me honestly.

Maybe my brother had some kind of hunch. It's called Bug News. Priestly clerics had the ability to predict. Although it was not an all-powerful force that everything in the future could have foreseen, it was not once or twice that crisis could have been averted. I'm not sure if my brother still inherits that ability, but - it would just be a little too much to handle a reunion with my brother in this world by chance.

For once, I stayed on the spot for confirmation in view of the possibilities of other organizations, but if the opponent even figured out its purpose in the guild, I could lose the need to stay on the spot any longer at once.

In other words, when I summarise the words of the Hood Man and match them with the claims of the Panda Mask, - the Alliance leads me to the conclusion that he is planning to get me a Fairy... Demon King.

It's just... I was aware that some of the newly obtained information contained familiar names, and I didn't have anything else to worry about.

I work my thoughts while simulating the escape route in my brain.

(Grapevine, magic guide... troops, right? Besides, what are you...? Comrade Nezu... No, if it's a "magic guide", is it a Nezu mentor...? Nezu... Is that Guichi Nezu, who was probably number one on the academic test?

I remember firmly the name on the top of the ranking chart that was affixed to the ground floor lobby, along with the person description that Rokkaya told me. I'm not proud of it, but I'm good at remembering people's names. And forget everything else, but only wonders and names. Once you hear it, it mostly gets to your head, and sometimes you forget your face but only your name.... Normally my middle school classmates stuck me the other way around, though it seems like a long time ago already.

The last name Nezu is not a particularly unusual name, but it is also not a common name. It will be necessary to confirm whether or not he is the same person.

While I was thinking about that in a corner of my head, my mouth was peppered with things that were not in my mind, which were backward of my thoughts.

"I don't care what they say about the decision... Me, I'm already in another club, and I don't know what to do... I'm in trouble"

"I ask you not to do that. At this time of year, it's still possible to rotate."

"... So what's in it for me, for example, to move to the guild?

When asked in such a way as how negotiable it was, the panda masks began to line up the benefits orally.

"... Benefits? You hear something?" "Benefits of belonging to the guild..." "You get smarter pills," "You can be a superman," "You can wear a mask," "You can weave a cape," "You can breathe the same air as a master," "You can be a wizard," "The receptionist at headquarters is cute," "Oh, you Michi aim," "Michi is everyone's idol," "No running out," "I'm a master," "I like Maturi," "Maturi feels cool about Nihil," etc...

……

- I think it obviously contains a lot of strange benefits... I mean, all the items that didn't convey the charm of the guild at all made me less and less willing to go in. Who is Michi or Master Maturi... I don't know...

But my true aim was not to hear out the benefits of belonging to the Alliance, but to lure the panda masks off guard, so I can cloud that purpose has been fulfilled enough. Throwing the question loosened the air on the spot, and the panda masks seemed to distract me from how well I was doing.

I missed the timing, - it moved.

"I say no... I mean, - I don't think you're going to listen to me... go!

Shouting like that, he quickly picks up a branch that was just falling at his feet as a leading must-win, and imitates him swinging it up from the bottom like a bamboo knife in a sword path and slashing it against a hood man with a reverse hanging procedure. Because the panda masks were most solidified in the place, mainly the hood man.

Bww, there was a louder wind cut than I thought.

The branches in my hand are not the ones that were accidentally falling off, but the ones that I had thrown away on top of the hand fold earlier.

When the suspicious group approached, I was also subtly moving to the place where the branches fell.

- For times of need.

Of course, it's not as sturdy as a real bamboo knife or sword, and since the branches split a few branches from the core area to sparse leaves, you won't be able to do even more damage where you attacked them with it. What a powerless and unreliable substitute as a weapon.

It's just that - apparently I could have hoped for a better effect for using it as a threat. Surprise attacks are most effective in anticipating and setting up when tensions between opponents have eased.

"Wow!"

"Hey, back off... ugh"

"Don't push!

"Wow..."

The ones in the front row meditated on their eyes and hit the clap down behind them with the ones in the back or next to them, stomping their feet and buttocks… one rolled down the slope.

- Nevertheless..., what an exaggerated development with a twist.

The outfit is bizarre, but perhaps the contents of the mask are very common regular high school students.

It's just... as opposed to the panda masks in a light panic, only the guy in the hood didn't make it slight to my threats either.

... an increasingly unpleasant feeling springs up in my chest.

Of course, naturally, I wasn't observing how they reacted. Identifying those situations in an instant was immediately moving on to the next course of action. - I mean,

He escaped.

"Ahh! Wait!

"We got away! Go after him!... or get out of my way!

"Oh, dear... I thought I'd take advantage of the pinch for a moment..."

"Haaaa!?

"So, get up and get up."

..............., yeah, I think so too.

It's called glasses, it's called pandamascooze, are all the guys in this school partying and laughing personnel?

While I captured the sight of one panda mask pushing down one panda mask at the edge of my eyes, I bypassed them and ran down the mountain.

The panda masks were confused, the footprints were scattered, and I couldn't control them, so I could afford to keep track of them...

But when I almost got to the point where I could get out behind the F-school building -...

"The food of the earth, the food of water, the food of light, the grace of the heavens and the earth belong to the circle of circulation of all things, and they are the breath of life. I pray. Do as I please and do as I please. '

The language at the bottom of my nostalgic and abominable memory reached my ear by sewing between the trees.

"-!?

Almost at the same time, I fall and fall on the slopes of the mountain.

"Shit, hey..."

Damage to the upper body was minimized by taking a faint reception, but he hit the knee quietly without shelter, putting his face in sharp pain.

And when I laid eyes on the thing that hooked my leg, I glanced at the incredible sight.

There was weed on his ankle.

... my spine trembles at the sight that is unlikely in this world.

The grass, with its own will, was twitching like a tentacle, trying to deprive her of her freedom of her feet.

"Damn... eh"

It's hard to grasp, it's tough because of the weed, and even the chisel quickly involves new grass from the next to the next, and it doesn't peel well. On the contrary, they try to catch every hand to take it to freedom of hands. It sucks. It's like the tentacles we've encountered over there in the world.

(Creepy on the grass cuff. No... ugh!

A panda mask and a hood man were coming this way through a dim mountain while I was stuck in tentacle grass.

In the woods, where the lush branches blocked the residual light of the sunset, in a short time, a rapidly shaded vision could be confirmed with a hint of brilliance by the stone on the forehead of the panda mask.

It was then that I finally remembered what the twist pattern was under the stone.

- I didn't even care that it was just a pattern. I want to beat myself up a while ago. Wake up.

The heresy of this school would have already seen it many times, he said.

(That's... -)

Demon Mark...!!

A glance just seemed like a mere hinge, but if you observe it closely and close enough, you can tell it's not a filled square, but a fine pattern in the hinge.

Demon marks and magic formations were similar and non-existent, and demon marks seemed to be mainly used by magicians.

Unlike the magic formations that weave and paint texts and tattoos, demonic marks are painted with tattoos only.

This meant that magic could be controlled efficiently in less space, so it was also quite popular among the general public.

Various shapes and applications are utilized in places of life and are highly versatile. The point is, it's easier than magic.

The role of the Demon Mark is also diverse.

Withdraw, amplify, immobilize, and conduct efficiently - in this world without magic, I don't know how I made it usable, and I don't even know if the "power" now activated is magic by fulfilling it or not in my sensing ability.

Only one thing is clear -...,

(You mean the guild wasn't just a medium two disease group...)