The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

It was me who left the lobby and traveled to the magical location of the dorm, but I didn't stand right in front of the door, and I watched to see if there were any people hiding in and out of the wooden shadow surrounding the dorm. As usual, it's not popular there, and although I've waited awhile, I don't see anyone walking in or out the door.

When I found it when I was exploring it, I was distracted by the magic team and didn't remember confirming the key. But as the deputy chief said, there was certainly something like an electronic lock on the door of the magic formation.

The seemingly sturdy grey door depicts a magical formation of guardians. This one is exactly as I remember it.

What a mismatch it feels like to have the latest formula key next to the fantastic magic team.

In order for me to infiltrate, I need you to go from the front and open it from the inside, or - there's only one way in with someone.

(Hmmm...)

If I was a brave man, I might have managed with my strength to make my brother squeal, but now even if I hit him, my fist would just scream.

Though I had come this far, I had just recognised that in the end it was a blockage in front of a door that was unlikely to open.

... can't be helped by the over-about idea of someone poking a gap in and out and forcing them in and out... Words such as "unplanned," "no thought," and "just hit the road" somehow regenerated in my brain with my brother's voice. Shut up and shut up, I know, damn brother.

(Is it faster to find Nezu...?

All I know is Nezu or Toyun, the Alliance Master.

I remember the faces of the guys who came to the scouts being thin blurry, but I don't know their names or their grade.

It's just... now that time has passed considerably after school, it wasn't strange that most of the guild members were already inside the door, and wouldn't be left in the classroom.

The number in the dorm room was included in the secret under the school rules, and this could not be asked around lightly again.

Should I stick around on this spot until the end of my club activity and wait for someone to come out of it, or should I look for Nezu or some other guild member in the dorm under no... or try knocking on that door with a positive offense to try the reaction?

Out of the three choices I came up with, I was lost in my next action, - and my ears picked up the little footsteps rushing this way.

I could see a student heading for a small run towards the door to see you from the shadow of a tree.

The colour of the tie is fat. I'm a sophomore.

I was a stranger.... but the wand with the tip in its hand bent over looked familiar.

Early in school, one of them had a wand like that in his hand when he confronted a member who came to scout for the guild behind the F school building. Although I didn't remember my face, the impact of the wand is enormous and I still remember it well.

(... bingo)

My thoughts and considerations were apparently a hit.

There was no stray.

I put a large mask on my mouth and wore plastic cheap sunglasses that I started carrying with me after I became a deputy chief. - Now the disguise is complete. Masked goods that we have prepared as intelligence personnel would be essential, but this is surprisingly useful. I have already taken care of you about twice before. Even the simple ones were useful for hiding who they were.

Then, the hood of the light blue hoodie, which was woven on top of the T-shirt for the finish, is deeply covered to the extent that it does not disturb the vision.

Hooded hoodies still treasured at times like this. Hiding your head obscures the figure considerably. It was just a triumph, but I was right to change into personal clothes.

By the way, my mother told me that she was a cheap, filial child all year round wearing hoodies (because she would wear anything without complaining about the simplicity of monotony), and my brother had an attitude that only one stepfather in the family wanted to wear when he bought branded clothes for me. It's a little troublesome, but conversations can arise via clothes, and sometimes they actually go out to places where dress codes are needed several times a year, so that's good, but today I just want the design to look somewhat gossipy.... I mean, my brother's crappy revenge was still pulling tails.

- Neither I nor my brother knew. That our own parents are using their eyeglass collector brother and Parker brother-in-law as "similiar brothers" etc...

To the rear of the student who stood in front of the door, I erased the signs, sneaked the footsteps and moved quickly.

The door of the magic formation is on the side of a space that swept about two meters from the outer wall of the dorm.

The magic formation was also depicted on the wall opposite the magic formation of the door, and the space itself had dual protection - functioning as a space barrier. … but it is a mystery whether it is working properly or not.

Because what is depicted there was a guardian magic formation for the anti-demon.

That stops the intrusion of demon things, which means nothing to humans.

I mean, in this world without 'demons', it was a pointless magic formation.

I dive myself in the form of a dorsal deposit on the outer wall, killing my breath and watching students with canes.

"Damn...! I want you to give me a break about calling only on days like this. I guess the boss battle's already started."

Blurring, wand students explore their nostalgia.

"Is that it? Card card..., where did you put it...?

There are no bags or other belongings besides canes.

"Ah... there it is, you put it in here"

You finally find what you're looking for, and when he takes the white card out of his trouser butt pocket, he puts it on the key sensor attached to the door.

The sound of Kashan and being unlocked reached my ear.

At that time, I approached the student to slip, took the back of the guy who opened the door, strangled him with one arm, and took the card key from his hand.

"Gug...!?

The one who gave him a short bitter groan stiffened his body to a suddenly exposed outrage and dropped his wand.

If you get attacked where you were caught off guard, anyone with special training will, anyway.

The rolling dry sound of caracallas and wands echoes on the spot.

It would have been a mere moment in time.

Before the sound disappeared, things were over.

When I quickly switched positions with him, I let him go while pushing a ton of the student's body outside, apparently panicked.

The force of his arm, which had strangled him, had been added to and subtracted, so the student knelt on the ground several steps without coughing up.

I quickly opened the door and slid myself inside.

"Wow" squeaks the words of apology in his chest on his back, glimpsed from the gap between the narrow (if) roundabout doors.

Before his back looked back, the magic door was shut again, and I managed to break into the interior of the door instead of the guild.

* * *

(Triple name - different point of view)

The student, who remained kneeling outside the door, stood still in his hand with a wand that was rolling at his feet.

What the hell happened to me..., staring at the door in front of me still wrapped in surprise and confusion. But the door was after it had already been closed, as if it had not been the event that beheld him. … swallow something strange inside it.

It was an instantaneous event as if it had caught in a whirlwind.

There's no discomfort in the strangled throat, no injuries anywhere, no pain.

It was supposed to have been attacked from behind and brutally imitated, but strangely it wasn't violent at all.

Curriculums such as physical arts and martial arts are also organized in the school, but I have never experienced such an odd standing around.

"So, who are you...?

Soon after I checked with my eyes to see what they looked like, it felt like it was all over when I realized it. By analogy, yes...

"Ninja?"

A ridiculous word falls out of my mouth.

Some of the guilds called themselves ninjas, but the intruders today looked more like real ninjas than they did. No, there's something more important now than thinking about who the ninja (tentatively) is.

"Ah! Contact...!

Anyway, the first priority is to report to Alliance headquarters.

You can't just leave an intruder like this.

I allowed the suspicious person to break inside the guild because of me. It's a complete lapse, but you can't pretend you don't know it, and you can't chase it because they stole your guild card.

But where he rushed to take out his phone, he was called out.

"Are you okay?

"Ah... you are...!

He looked at you in surprise at the person who suddenly appeared, and now he was about to take off his phone.

Because he was an unexpected opponent.

"Is it possible that my current child took my card?

Asked in a carefree tone, he shook his neck vertically, coarsely and silently.

For to him, the person was an object of admiration and also a man on the cloud.

A calm voice made an unexpected suggestion to him.

"Shall I take it back?

"Huh...? But..."

"Card loss imposes penalties, and - besides, you don't want them to know that you've allowed outsiders to break in."

You were absolutely right.

It's such a big mess that everything you've ever built will be ruined.

It could be irrevocable.

... fears arose, and while I knew I shouldn't, I turned my eyes to the one offering the hand of salvation. Above all, it took a great deal of willpower to refuse an offer from an admirer.

"I can take it back and handle it internally. Can I take care of it?

Softly questioned after seeing through the strays and losing the temptation, he was nodding like a puppet if he noticed.

"... please"

When the person smiles, he takes the black guild card from his nostalgia and unlocks the door.

"You can go back to your room. And then I'll do it right. What's the room number?

My gaze nailed to the card I kept admiring while giving my room number. Even if you belong to an Alliance, you rarely see the real thing.

The top black card is a special card that can only be awarded to S-rank members of the Alliance.

He dropped off the rare member figure rarely appearing in the guild disappearing inside the door without the technique of feeling dependable and anxious.