The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"That's not all.... because the school brochure only touches the eyes of very few people."

Surely my brother is right.

"Each year, for a certain period of time prior to the exam season, advertisements with the same text will be affixed to all parts of the country. For advertising at the station or on the train. You've seen it before, too, haven't you?

... There was one, but "It's my brother's school," and I didn't even care to go through. Sometimes I didn't like to be aware of it. Because being aware of school was also being aware of my brother as he was. It's my fault that I tend to turn away from the unpleasant.

"The ad says the same letters as this. 'He who desires power. Collected in my school."

"I didn't have to repeat it. I knew it. Rub it."

I can't read. Against me.

When I felt a little humbled and twisted my brother, he flaunted his shoulder when he told me to do it.

"So I told you I'd tell you (the letters).... because I don't honestly listen to people's advice. That's what your laziness and narrowness have invited."

... came back with a huge dislike. I can hardly complain. Fucking brother. It's even more annoying that there's no sound to be honest with.

"Uh-oh."

"Are you a rebellious child"

Hate, but year-round rebellion against my brother.

To cover my disadvantages, I gently coughed up and summed up the conversation.

"... I mean, the ones who are caught with messages from the school and have memories of the aches are gathering here, that's fine."

Even my brother, who can't do it, can think a lot.

It's a little hard to understand what 'power' refers to, but this school's special curriculum will hone a variety of abilities, and it's easy to get a foothold in the areas you want. However, I never see the purpose of feeding the ones from the previous life of the school...

(Are the exdemons, too, the mouths attached to that message...?

I don't know what the literacy rate of the Demons is, but I can think of such possibilities.

In the world of previous life, the letters were single.

Demons and people used the same language.

Most often, the Demons used a little old rhetoric called ancient language...

Perhaps the difference in life expectancy has something to do with it. Many demons live longer than humans.

Strangely enough, the ancient language used by the Demons and the sacred language used by the clergy were very similar.

Instead, he said there were scholars who advocated that the roots of language were with him, but he was treated as a heretic child and detained by the temple.

(Nevertheless......)

I learned somewhat that the Demons would be interested in fulfilling the message of the school ad.

I didn't think I was attracted to the 'power' that humans offer.

"And then there are times when the school side scouts something skillfully superior. The princesses are the pattern. They were found talented in Kendo, and the school recommended admission."

"Oh, really?

"When we were in elementary school, we both won national competitions in Kendo. It seems that's where they met."

The encounter seemed fateful, and those two people who lived on the sword could say that was inevitable.

"Is that it? But isn't winning usually alone?

"I'm talking about those two, they had a winning fight every year. We win, we lose, we still do each other. Sometimes I go to the Knights' training center, but they both seem to enjoy it."

I see.

In the previous life, the guardian knights stood up better, but in this world they are one another? - Good for you, princess.

For all this time the princess scratched her feet saying she just didn't like being protected by a knight.

But no matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I trained, my strength, muscle strength, and endurance as a woman did not reach the Guardian Knight.

Adding up the magical powers, I could finally fight in five minutes.

No... still, the difference in power would have been historic because the knight was subtly handy.

Besides, the princess seemed to want to transcend the guardian knight by the power of the sword alone.

I didn't know why the princess was so obsessed...

I simply thought it would have been good if that dream had come true in this world.

"I don't know how Nezu got into this school, but he's probably a scouted mouth because his grades don't fly."

So I said what I wondered.

"Speaking of which... how have you been?

I didn't know why my brother decided to go to school.

When my parents remarried, my brother had already decided to take an exam to Wangdong School, and if it worked, I heard that my life with my brother would be dissolved in six months, and I stroked my chest down.

But I've never heard of detailed motives for aspirations, etc.

I may be flirtatious, but I couldn't help but be in the same space as my brother right after we lived together.

... My brother is going to get tangled up in a way that I don't really know about, and I have parents in front of me, so if I were to shy away... gradually my brother's behavior escalated to this day, and so on. My brother said that he wanted to make a friendly appeal and reassure his parents, but I doubt it. It never seemed like the soul dare to clear up the resentment and depression of my previous life on this occasion. I mean, it was so frigid.

Think of it, I feel like my brother's "pretending to be a bracon" originally started there.

"I..."

The self-proclaimed bracon brother put it only marginally:

"- Because I was called to the 'power' of the school island... I guess"

"Hichi...?

"It's the 'power' that this island encloses. The school island is a huge force field. Although a place called the PowerSpot exists all over the world, it's a misdigit in the land.... I think maybe there are other people in this school besides me who are drawn to the 'power' and come looking for it. Because those who know know know. As the brochure says, be guided and gathered by 'power'"

- Guided by strength...

It was still the appearance of the Demon King that floated behind my brain when I heard that.

"You don't... feel anything on this island?

I immediately threw the Demon King out of my head to inquire about my brother. It's troublesome because when you get caught off guard, your thoughts go that way.

"... I don't feel it"

"Well... you have no choice. Now you're stunningly incompetent."

"You call me rusty and incompetent."

"Originally dull, though."

……

Is this still selling fights? It's still sharp and stabbing with more tongues at all times.

Let's just eat some more meshi and disperse. Let's do that. My basic tactic is escape. Run away but don't you say win?

"Maybe Nezu is here on his own volition, not on the scouts. I can't say anything about not checking with the person..."

I ate the sandwich set carelessly, not responding to it. If I leave it, I'll get wasted obnoxious, so I'll pack it all in my mouth at best to fit it in my belly, move my jaw like a squirrel and chew it.

I don't know what my brother thought of me like that either, but he resumed his meal.

At the time I ate it, my brother took the cup out of the paper bag and put it in front of me.

If I asked him what it was, he would reply briefly, "It's coffee."

Speaking of which, my brother used to put drinks in the house. Oddly enough, you show kindness and merit. This brother...

The types of drinks varied, depending on the time.

It could be cocoa, hot milk, green tea or broom tea.

And the timing was always perfect.

"You've got a tight throat" or "I need something warm" … when I think about it, it's subtle.

The coffee in the take-out cup with the lid was still warm when I took it.

I don't like carbonated drinks, but I like coffee.

- I was completely alarmed, and I didn't even suspect it in the first place.

I drank out of coffee, and I was struck by weakness and rapid drowsiness.

(What... this...?

A paper cup slips off his hand and rolls over the floor with a light noise.

But even to pick up the dropped cup, my body was no longer able to get up off the couch.

When I look at my brother in the seat across the street, thinking no way, I have eyes to eyes with the sober eyes that observe this one over the inorganic lens, - and I'm sure of that look.

The modulation of this body is the work of my brother.

"Hey... fuck you... Ki..."

Bracon can't hear me.

You got something for coffee...!?

"I told you, if you imitate something unscrupulous, you'll be punished."

It was a tone to say that I was the right one. That's what my eyes said looking down at this one without wavering that it was the natural upside.

He shakes his head, puts his hand up on his forehead and holds his temples with his fingers, but he doesn't lose his drowsiness, and his body loses more before his consciousness and tries to slide off on the couch.

He supported it desperately with one arm, staring at his brother, who was flat with blurred eyes.

"Too much, you know..."

My brother is seriously out of his mind about serving medicine for whatever it takes.

"Oops... what... what... what..."

- I don't know if I've said enough to the end.

My vision was already so distorted that I couldn't focus.

I don't even know what my brother looks like and looks at me duped.

The anger, the disappointment, the remorse and everything that was born in me swallowed up and my vision closed.

The back teeth, which were eating up with at least resistance, also opened naturally if the jaw was weakened.

Without the art of fighting the voidness that spreads throughout my body, I was dragged into a strong drowsiness, my consciousness broke off and I was dropped into a deep sleep...