The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

When I got here, I just had to admit it.

- I didn't want to admit it.

I wanted to think it was a student "snooze."

(... Seriously, you're a bee, this)

When I was put in a situation of urgency about what I thought in Deputy Director Hamada's room, I felt cold again.

It was the truth, not the clarity or anything, that these guys called themselves the Magic Conductor.

"Sa, that's the mentor...!

"Wow..."

"The grass..."

".................. kinda disgusting though"

The panda masks, who paid attention to my feet captured by the grass, cheered little cheers and spoken out.... Finally, the guy who gave me the feeling of being too honest was wearing an elbow iron on the panda mask next door.

"Quiet. Concentration interrupted"

Hood Man - Nezu is keen on the panda masks.

(Chance!)

I felt the grass restraint slightly loose and pulled my legs out forcefully.

- But,

"Wow..."

Shortly after I got up, something wrapped around my torso, and I kept my arms tight.

If you look at it, it was a twat stem with blue leaves.

I was sneaking out of my back. I didn't realize that.

(Can you even make yourself comfortable with something like this...!?

If so, Nezu's abilities would be considerable.

My legs are free, but I'm in an even more pressing situation than I was earlier.

A few tightly wound twats quickly took away my upper body freedom completely and I was unfortunately rolled onto the slopes of the mountain.

(... unconscious. Too dumb......)

Perhaps we should no longer even give back the name of the former brave man. - If my brother's going to see me like this, he's going to make me laugh.

When I was a brave man, I would have been able to pull a thousand pieces in an instant, and now that I'm only a human being, I have to crawl to the ground without getting out on my own. My weakness is hard. Instead of cutting her off even if she was there, she didn't even scratch.

(What to do...?

Nezu seems to have the power to manipulate plants.

There may be other "powers," but - in any case, this one would be at a disadvantage in the woods.

Then you might want to pretend you've given up and aim for a chance to escape while you're on the move.

Turning on such a calculation, Nezu snorted.

"... you haven't given up on running yet. These people are worse than weeds. Drop your consciousness."

I was a little confused with the instructions, but the panda masks were funnier than me.

"Is... eh...?

"Yes, unconscious...!?

"Uh... I'm Muli..."

"I can't either...!

"You do it."

"Ha!? Me!? Drop it... how...!?

"You'll be good at gay."

"Don't be sorry with the game...! Oh no...! You do it!"

They rub "droppers" against each other and soften each other.

(... well, normally it is...)

I just deliberately told the average boy high school student to take away his human consciousness, and many wouldn't even think of that method.

Beat him in the head or strangle him at best… it must be only to that extent, and there must be very few guys who can do it. It is also natural to be hip.

Besides, it also required some training to reduce human consciousness handily. Come on, amateurs do it, that's not necessarily a dangerous thing to do without after-effects. If you do it without knowing additions or subtractions, it will even be a life-threatening matter.

It is more unusual for Nezu to be able to order it plainly with his face.

Apparently I'm in a cool pinch.

Besides, that's not the only thing that's not right.

Things were going even further out of sight while I brought them here.

"Terre"

- Please, get it.

"Ter...!

I call my name in a prayerful way.

"Ter!"

'............... what'

I got a response and I'm relieved. Without, of course, putting a change of heart on your face or your attitude.

"Stop. Don't move there."

……

'Ter, I'm telling you not to move. Stop the leg.... your movements are stuck here too.'

Pointing out in a strong tone, the demon king's movement finally stopped.

For a moment, I was relieved, and my neck was wrapped around a snail. It must have been impossible to circumvent either way in the present state, where consciousness was scattered towards the margin, although the upper body was already restrained.

"Gu..."

A thin stem twitches the neck and the airway is compressed. The neck was rubbed (rubbed) by a stiff bark and the thin skin peeled off on the clap that resisted the neck.

My brother's face floated when I said it was a punishment, but it was no longer there.

Tuta stems were entwined, angrily, in an exquisite position blocking the carotid artery.

I feel the will of those who are familiar with the human body.

(Damn..., it's not like this... it's gonna strangle me... eh)

A hurry arose, but there were no longer several twats tangled up to the neck instead of the hands and feet, and it seemed impossible to escape on its own, rather than in a very moveable state.

I feel unbearable breathlessness, but my vision is much darker and my consciousness is distant.

- At that time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A beautiful and sharp squeal echoed in the mountains, and a white "something" plummeted from above.

"-"

It was a white bird.

Suddenly, the white bird flying out of the sky started attacking with his leg and mouth (beak) when it hit Hood Man… Nezu.

"Hey, what...!?

"Bird... Huh?

"Wow! Instructor Nezu!!

"Are you okay!?

"Help your mentor...!

"Duh, how...!?

Slightly loose and faintly conscious, I turn back to the air that came into my airway. And without waiting too long for it to heal, he managed to challenge his escape with only his strength by whipping his ragging head and weak body. I don't know why the bird suddenly hit Nezu, but we can't miss this opportunity (opportunity). I didn't want to just be caught by Nezu anyway rather than by a guild. Absolutely not. He's the one who flattens human experiments that don't even think of people as people. They'll kill you or make you an abolitionist..., no, if you get caught, you must end up with the eye that it's better if you kill me all at once. I can't believe you're an ex-brainer. What will you do on the day you find out..., I was just relieved to think about it.

He wakes up desperately and folds the twig that was camouflaged between his upper body and his arm, weighing it on the elbow area, pulling the shortened twig through the bottom of the twig in agony. In so doing, he used the gap between the tightly wrapped twigs and the thickness of the branches made between his arms to peel the twigs off. Thanks to the birds disturbing Nezu's concentration, the movement of the tsuta itself had stopped, and once pulled apart, it would not become entangled again.

However, they seem to have the power to maintain the condition, and it took a lot of work to strip all the wound twats off.

Sweaty and rough with his breath, he manages to take the snail away from his body and sees the center of the bird's wings and squealing noise.

- In the dim woods, white feathers were dancing and dancing.

For a moment, I forgot the status quo and became fascinated by the sight.

(white, - crow)

It was a bird commonly seen in the city, but that bird, covered with white feathers all over its body, also seemed like a completely different species of creature.

That white crow had a divine temperament and holiness.

But I'm sure Nezu doesn't care about its beautiful appearance or rarity.

My servant, Tarutsu. Through my enemies, line up my enemies'

The pale 'Life (Mei)' was released from the mouth with a glimpse from the hood.

At the same time, he jumps up the hem of his cloak and a single thin tsu pops out like a whip, striking a white crow.

Though the crow struck directly at Tsu with a single haircut, the wings were scattered with white feathers.

"Kaaaaaaaa"

A sad squeal echoes through the woods.

(- It's bad)

I threw the short branch that was still in my hand towards Nezu.

Tsu moved to protect Nezu, but the branch jumped through Tsu's guard to reveal the full extent of Nezu's covered hood.

"..."

I get a mild shock in the face coming from under the cloth that's been removed.

There was a skinny face there like a ghost.

Blue and white dull complexion.

Falling eyes.

Sharp cheeks as opposed to protruding cheekbones.

Face is not bad in itself.

Rather, it looked like it would be even with a beautiful white boy if he were healthy and plumper.

But - anyway, it looked unhealthy enough to make people anxious that they might even have some serious illness. Yet - only the eyes behind the falling obtuse orbit (cancer) had a slightly dazzling, disturbing glow, which made them all the more different.

But it was only a few moments before I was blinded by Nezu's appearance and hesitated.

I immediately turned to the white bird and said, "Run!," he shouted, picking up his school bag, which he released on the slope to stay out of the way when he fell, rushing out in the direction of the F school building.

You figured out my words, again coincidentally, I heard birds winging high in the sky, but I never checked that with my eyes.

"When did he...!

"You were supposed to be tied up...!

"You shouldn't be able to untie that once it's tied... huh?

"I couldn't do that!

"Me too...!?

"So how did you get out of it!?

"I don't know...! He's running away!

"We have to go after him!

............... I heard a conversation where the hard work of the panda masks would be sneaked up, but I can't even stop with sympathy. I'm sorry about the panda masks, but I don't feel motivated to go along with Nezu's experiment.

But...

(Yay... Still got my head kicked...)

Hard to say that the brain is still regaining its normal function until it is on the verge of falling consciousness, and the body doesn't move as much as it thinks, biting its teeth on its fluttering feet.

- I've just been in such an unintentional state here, and I'm just not going to like it.

(Should I work back out a little seriously......)

Only the foundation tre had come, but I can't handle how many times I seem to get into trouble like this. You should think of something. - Anyway, it's all about if you get away with it.

That's what I thought, arrowhead...

"Wow..."

I'm about to fall with my leg.

Supported his body to reach for the trunk of the tree that was in front of him and hit him, but he was packed a good distance by the panda masks, his chasers, while he was rebuilding his posture.... As it is, they catch up again before cutting down the mountain.

(Almost there...!

The F school building is almost at the end of my eyes and nose. There won't be twenty meters. The slopes are getting sloppy, so it's easy to run. - But that little distance seemed endlessly far away.

"Get him quick!

"Don't let them get away with it!

"Give your mentor a new experiment… welcome!

There is also something impatient about the voice of Pandamascoos.

Of course, a new experiment would mean me. I didn't miss telling you I was going to give it to the natural. Am I being treated like a human being?

(I'm not kidding! What a crazy bastard to give you!

I am completely sorry that I was replaced by a panda mask.

Pandamascoos would be desperate, but so was I. "If you get caught, your life is over!" I was desperate with so much momentum.

You helped me in such a new predicament...

"One! Woooo, one, one, one!!

Tea-haired dog jumping out of the grass.

Unlike usual, the appearance of holding back the path of the leading panda mask appeared in my eyes in a somewhat more riddled manner.

(Beechkow!?

"Wow!?

"What a dog!

"Someone showed up...!

"Why are there dogs on the island!?

He's wearing a collar.

"Whose pet is it!

"It's forbidden to bring pets on the island... ugh"

"Get it properly in the chain!

"Owner, come out...!

"Feng Ji, get to work!

"Break discipline before you take us down. Break discipline!

"Do something about the dog!

"Do it! If you're gonna make me look great, come and help me now!

Following the bird, the panda masks surprised the suddenly revealed dog, intimidating and barking furiously at Beechkow. This time they became the wings of their own escape.

I also had a slight earache due to the wind discipline (...).

Netsu watched with cold eyes the pandamascoose as it was driven into the woods by Beechkow and fled to Chili.

For a moment, my eyes seemed to meet, but I tried to cut off that gaze and through the trees, fluttering but down the mountain.

Of course, without stopping his legs there, he immediately turns from the back of the F school building to the school building and slips himself into the shadow of the building that will be the blind spot of the chaser.

When I finally got to where I was going, I poked my hand at the wall and exhaled with relief.

(If we get this far, we'll be... okay)

... I was strange to myself that I thought it was natural that way, and even though it was such a time, it was just a little ridiculous (ooh).