The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"Photos?"

It was my father, not my brother, who reacted to it first.

"He sometimes sends me pictures of Sho on his cell phone."

"..................... wait a minute. My brother gave you a picture of me?

It's my hidden collection.

"Hidden!?"

"I want that, too. Will you send it to me too, Negotiation?"

……

"I wonder why you don't like it, my dear son"

"My mother is fine, but my father is a little..."

"Why?"

"You're going to make it a waiting list"

"Naturally."

"Wait a minute, Dad. Because it's not natural. Because there's something wrong with my high school son's waiting photo or something. And hiding is a crime, brother."

"I waited for the pictures of the two aquariums you sent me earlier, didn't I?

"Haruka, send it to me too."

Sho turned to his father and mother, who looked at each other with shoulders and peeked into each other's phones, with what a difficult and seemingly complicated gaze.

I want to stop exchanging pictures, but I also feel like breaking into a couple that look like fun, and in the end, I give up with one sigh.

Staring resentfully at his grinning brother, who shrugged next door, Xiang gently kicked his brother's foot under the table.

"When's the hidden photo?"

"Whenever they say... The SS kids are sending me, aren't they? Under the title" Today's Brother You ".

"... you glasses"

Though there was an unintentional act for Sho, the table of the Chiba family was always surrounded by a nasty atmosphere.

However, there is only one thing that makes me uncomfortable, and Sho was anticipating when to say it over a cup of coffee after meals...

"Mother, you didn't seem to be eating very well, but maybe you're not feeling well?

My brother pushed me ahead lightly and I was totally late.

... Apparently my brother was thinking the same thing.

It was a polite tone, and that sounded more like a clerical statement than a family member.

Some dishes served are left on the mother's plate.

I'm not usually the kind of person who leaves food behind.

Sho has always cared about that, too.

Perhaps my father knew and dared not speak to me. He was subtly serving jellies, fruits, etc. that seemed good over his throat to his mother.

"I'm fine.... You've taken too much."

"... sunny incense"

"No, don't look like that. I wonder if it was because I was on night shift yesterday. Maybe I'm a little tired."

"Mother..., if you're not feeling well, tomorrow's ceremony,"

Before Sho ran out to the end, Haruka laughed brightly to reassure her family.

"Take a rest this evening and we'll be back tomorrow. I can only be proud of my strength."

Sure, my mother is always fine and rarely even sick.

... but today's mother's face looked more twisted than usual.

Though I was worried about my mother's condition, I couldn't persevere any more if she told me that she was "okay", besides having no fever and just a little loss of appetite and no other symptoms like this. And the nurse, the mother herself, laughed and put the spot away that she would be tired and a little early in the summer bat.

After a light dessert, it was time to pull it up to the room, and the two women approached the table of the Thousand Wings family.

"Good evening, Shogun."

The woman who gave a conceited greeting to my father was my father's sister, the mother of the bride who withheld her marriage tomorrow, and the person who would be my negotiating aunt.

Her aunt, dressed in a glossy blue ground with a bold floral pattern designed on the hem, had a face that was so similar to her father's guard that the difference between men and women was noticeable with the addition or subtraction of makeup or a little tweezer.

Standing obliquely behind that step are the three older cousins of the bargain. This one was wearing a light pink knee-length piece with chiffon fabric on the sleeve. The impression of his face was slightly softer than that of his mother's, but his gaze peeked at the negotiations, and Sho sympathized only a little with his brother. Because when there was a gathering of relatives, I often saw my brother tangled up in her. Apparently, she has more fondness for her brother than she has in her body.... By the way, Sho has never been heard from by her. It is also suspicious if it is thought to be in the first place. I mean, that's what I mean.

"Congratulations, Sister, on your marriage to Chi Se (along with)"

"Thanks. Glad you could make it. The world will be delighted. She insisted on marrying you at a young age."

"I miss you"

"... I can't believe you're remarrying"

My mother stood up and bowed her head as her aunt's gaze turned to her mother, who sat next to her father.

"Thank you for inviting me this time, Wei (Yui). And congratulations to Chishi on your marriage."

"... Yes, thank you very much. I'm glad you bothered to go far away, too. Nice to meet you tomorrow."

"Yes."

Somewhere around his stomach chilled in the voice and expression of his hard mother, Xiang grips loosely his fist placed on his lap.

Subsequently, her aunt also spoke to her brother in his negotiations.

"It's been a long time, too, Mr. Negotiator. Much more splendid... I wonder if you've become more and more like Shogun. I'm really looking forward to the future. … and pull it off."

At the end of the day, the eyes of the aunt, flushed by the sho, dwell in an irresistible contempt and capture the sho.

"You went to high school early, and you heard that you had been cautious."

The air on the spot changed in an instant to something tingly pointy.

Before someone pinches his mouth, criticism of Sho finally pours out of his aunt's mouth.

"I would have trouble if you hadn't told Mr. Negotiation... to imitate a thousand family names with mud on them. No matter how much you equate to the unconnected red others, if you got a thousand names, you want others to care about behaving shamelessly. If we're going to take problem action again in the future, we're going to ask you to quit school or leave school."

Sho controls with his eyes that his mother sees him and opens his mouth.

Even if you do that, in this hand type opponent, you just oil the fire.

"Sister."

Instead, I stopped my aunt's tongue perfectly, - it was my father, the guardian.

Blocking his sister's voice, he slowly placed his hands on the table, fingers and fingers of both hands combined. To discourage you from becoming emotional, your fingertips are stretched and areas other than your joints are white.

The guard spat his sister with a calm voice.

"I've heard from the negotiations that there's something wrong with that story."

"That's how you shelter, so you repeat the same thing again. Even the first time I went to school, I had a hard time rubbing it."

"I didn't rub it. Sho is talking about helping his classmates drown. Being praised is not something someone can blame. In the first place...... where did you hear that story from?

"... anywhere will be fine. Bad rumors come to my ears everywhere."

When my aunt saw the jeweled watch, she took her daughter and left in a hurry.

There is a sigh of sigh that can't be anyone's, and a heavy silence falls on the spot. The atmosphere at the table was ruined by my aunt's intrusion.

But such awkward air was also quickly dispelled by my father's guardianship.

"I was so proud to hear that Sho helped the drowned child. I don't really want you to be impotent."

Lightly winked, Sho laughs bitterly.

The remarriage of the parents was not very welcome for a thousand relatives.

On the contrary, there are some verses that seem to be aimed at wealth, and the wind against mothers and children is still strong. In particular, my aunt put on something earlier and said she hated it, so Shang was also sick of being inside and she didn't want to face each other as much as possible.

Conversely, even over there, I have to call the mother and child to my daughter's ceremony, which I don't even want to call on her honorably, and I can predict that she will be accumulating depression.

"Sho..."

Sho shrugged his shoulder with a smile as he glanced at his carefree mother.

"I'm fine."

I'm not sick enough of all that.

... That's the cutest thing like that if you give it to the upper class guys in your previous life, and your brother's disgust is so sharper in the first place, and the damage taken is huge.

"Don't worry, father and mother. My brother doesn't have the delicate nerves to snap around like that. Hey, Sho."

"Don't you say that."

Sho puts a scratch on his brother showing the same dos plenty.

"You see."

My parents' stiff faces also loosen up and laugh naturally at the communal exchange of a brother shrugging his shoulders back to his usual attitude.

"You're still close."

"You're already real brothers, you guys."

"………………………………………………"

"The rest would be perfect if you called me 'brother'"

"Who Calls"

"... I told you you could drink poison if I put it out."

"Oh man... that's...!

Sho was in a hurry for his brother's disturbing line and his parents also looked lightly at him.

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Poison is troublesome."

"Don't bother."

"" No matter how close we are ""

Sho had a little headache when his parents shouted.

Whether it is pretentious or natural or not, it is hard to see the true intentions of these parents.

- Still, Sho was taught by them the comfort of being sheltered by adults.

The desire to protect this place is strong.

Of course, that included the brother of the troubled one who hid the Bracon in a immunity note and collected photographs. - Unwillingly.

Such a brother is also a dear member of the family.

* * *

I broke up with my parents, and they went back to their rooms.

An adult would have a glass of booze… but Shang and his minors don't have that option.

If I sweated in the bathroom, all I had to do was go to bed and have a shabby time waiting.

Sho, dressed for hotel nightwear that was in the closet, rolls over to one side of the bed that is the only one in the room to open a manuscript. This is a new issue of the reasoning novel I brought to my spare time. On the train I had slept and spent so little time, I had yet to go on reading.

A while after I started reading it, a negotiation emerges that I was using the bathroom after Sho.

Negotiations were also dressed in hotel-equipped white long-shirted nightwear. I still wouldn't be out there anymore.

Confirming it slightly sideways, Sho once again dropped his eyes on the manuscript.

However, the bed swayed and the reading was forced to interrupt as the negotiations lowered to the side of the lying Shang (Kawawa) and others.

"What the..."

When I look up at my brother sitting around my hips, not disturbing me, my eyes meet over my silver-framed glasses.

"Are you sure you're going to take poison if I give it to you?

Sho frowned at his brother, who had once again been steaming back one incident on the train. It was a quiet tone, but I heard criticism somewhere. The weight of the meaning put in there was distinctly different from the light mouth at dinner.

"... if that were to happen, it would be because you decided you needed it"

For righteousness, not personal affection, or my brother may use such means.

But......, that probably won't happen.

Rather, I feel that this brother is more likely to poison himself before poisoning someone. I was relieved when I imagined it.

"Forget it. Even if it was bad."

It was a mistake to say poison in the first place.

Even if my brother mixed drugs with food and drink.

... I was hesitant to get out too strongly if that was also for treatment.

I feel more comfortable thinking about the anesthesia at the time of surgery.

(And -...)

I couldn't wipe away anything like hindsight for refusing to treat him for being annoying, and now I'm screwed and inspired guilt.

Sho remembers the voidness he felt when he pushed his feelings back that he should let the Demon King go.

Over and over again, the brave had done it over and over again against the clergy. I didn't like being thankful. I didn't want to be cured until I could.

... for once, I have a sense that I had the worst attitude towards the clergy.

Of course, my brother wouldn't be happy where I apologized for that now.

I don't want to apologize myself.

- Even now, I still don't want to be treated until I cut myself.

But when it comes to being able to poke at it the same way you did in your previous life, it's impossible to say how you did it anymore.