The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

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Negotiations and Sho waited in the hallway outside the infirmary while my mother was being examined by a doctor who worked full-time in the infirmary.

My mother is accompanied by my father, but naturally neither of us was willing to return to the reception hall.

"Brother, what have you got...?

Asked by Xiang in a hard voice, the negotiation only cruises a little and clouds the words "clearly…".

I was hesitant to speak of speculation here. I'm not sure.

"... right"

Though he shook his eyes to say something, Xiang looked from the negotiation to the office door and shut up without any further stuffing.

Negotiations similarly shifted their gaze to the now closed white door.

With it opens the door to memory, leading him to the day of encounter.

A situation very similar to the white door clearly regenerated the scenes of the past in the back of the brain.

The elementary school student's self opens the hospital's white door and gently slips himself inside.

That was the hospital room where the bargaining father was hospitalized.

My father, who was more of a working man than he is now, collapsed in the company.

The guard was diagnosed with overwork and was sentenced to a few days in hospital.

Back then, the distance between my father and the bargain was much farther away than it is now - it wasn't very family-like, and I didn't have any deep interactions.

Now was the time to behave as a troubled father, but when the negotiations were young, they were more manners.

The reason that changed was my father's unexpected hospitalization.

Negotiations snuck into the hospital room without even knocking because - I heard a woman from inside.

Besides, apparently, he's preaching to my father.

"I have to take care of my body for my kids."

"- She's solid, so even if something happens to me, it's probably okay."

I rarely saw a father scolded by a woman, and the whole negotiation was interested in what kind of person imitated such a great thing. Normally, I don't do such illegitimate things as eavesdropping, but for some reason I couldn't help but care less about the Lord of Voices.

From the gap in the curtains surrounding the bed, I saw the nurse's half body.

- That was the meeting between Heather and Haruka, who would later become mother-in-law.

"Are you okay, are you there!

The quiet private room is echoed by the insignificant voice of what is the subdued feeling of Heather Incense.

"If you're all right, you don't look so worried, you don't stare at the door of the hospital room, you don't look so relieved to see your father"

Negotiation was shamed by how I was being seen at some point. I didn't think you were exposing yourself to such a childish face.

"No matter how temperamental you are or how fine you look, if anything happens to you, that kid will be absolutely sad!

And the words poked me in the chest. At the same time, I realized why I couldn't ignore this voice.

"... right, let's..."

My father's powerless voice answers. I've never heard my father's voice so unsure. Negotiations that had lost themselves returned to me much to the voice of their father.

"Sometimes, he felt so lonely, like he was in a terrible distance..., like he didn't need my hands or anything like that"

I left it for just a moment and Heather returned it with a soft voice.

"... that's strange. That's what my kids have."

"Really?

"Weirdly grown up, or stuck with me?

"Komasha...?

"I mean business."

"Heh..., I know. But this is the first time I've met someone who uses that word."

"Huh? Would you like to use it?

"I don't hear much, do I? But I think it's a cute way of saying it."

"Yes! It's cute! My boy!

"Is it a girl?

My father asks Haruka, a voice that seeped a pleasant laugh without daring to correct that mistake, which momentum gained my will. It's been a long time since I've heard my father's relaxed voice in such a nature.

"No, it's a boy, but... good boy, what is it? A lot, I try to help you with a lot of things. I'm still in elementary school."

"So are we. He's a very good, proud son."

"How to use a knife is as good as mine..."

"My son is harder than anyone..."

- Somehow we started to brag about each other's children.

I couldn't wait to hear any more about this and my bragging, and the negotiation gently left the hospital room.

Walk up to the penetration of the corridor where no one is, and the early spring sun sweeps down the glass walls overlooking the outside.

Under my eyes, I could see the riverbed I had walked into earlier. Watch the river flow gently, and the bargaining holds your chest in the palm of your hand.

An idyllic view was on the back, where he had a fever and carved a faster beat than usual. Tension and exaltation. My fingertips are also faintly trembling.

(... found)

- It's that woman.

She's the blood relative she "calls".

Negotiations had peculiar powers.

Even when it comes to power, it is not the "power" of healing as it was in previous life. It was the sharpness of the senses that remained, but all such "power" was lost by reincarnation.

But more... in one sense, he was equipped with unintelligible powers that did nothing.

The incredible phenomenon of hearing the "voice" of certain women who did not exist on the spot often occurred to him from an early age.

It was similar to the state of mixed lines generated by communications and the like. The "voice" of another space sounds broken.

It didn't sound familiar, it belonged to one woman.

Negotiations have been searching for the Lord of the Voice, who calls me to love you.

- No, what I was really looking for was a "call" that would probably be the woman's child.

I didn't hear "call".

Only a woman's voice was the only clue to reach a negotiation.

I wanted to meet the presence of a faint connection like a thin thread.

- At first I also thought it might be the voice of the "goddess".

But when did such suspicions disappear because the "voice" so gently calls it "calling"?

I don't have the means to look, all I know is the name "call".

Strangely enough, the "voice" seemed to be heard only when a woman was relative to "calling".

"Morning, call"

"I'm calling you right now."

"Kake, Okinawa"

Easy everyday calls dominated, and there were no tips anywhere I could identify a woman there.

However, it only conveyed the affection that women "put on".

Sure mercy was there.

The name "call" is a common name. How many "kaku" exist in Japan... It seemed impossible to find a "call" based solely on the voice and name of the woman.

The only voice I can hear is my ear, and I can't even record it.

On the contrary, I even felt like the thin connection would someday end with a puffy cut like yarn.

In fact, as the months went on, the frequency of hearing decreased, as did the giving up in the negotiations.

On the other hand, there was also anxiety that the "voice" was not an illusion created by one's aspirations.

But the "voice" woman did exist in this world.

After my father was discharged, the bargaining held them back with all their strength.

To meet "call".

Negotiation had only the sharpness of the senses not found in others, but to a lesser extent not even at the feet of the previous life.

Still, only to the closest father revealed a single scale of "power" to get help.

I really wanted to make sure who I "call" was.

... but I can't even hear that "voice" anymore.

My connection to my mother has been broken.

Five years before I met him in person.

Since then, I haven't heard a flattering "voice".

My brother, whom I met guided by unseen powers, - was the one who wished otherwise, and the one who wished he had been.

But the impulse that arose the moment we met was also unexpected to the negotiations.

I don't want to waste this encounter.

- This time.

Now is the time...... I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do then in the negotiations.

However, it was only certain that the position of my brother felt comfortable besides my thoughts.

Than my people, that seemed like a much stronger connection.

I don't know how my mother's "voice" and my "ear" were linked.

Though I speculated that maybe it was the resuscitation effect I applied to the brave at the end of the day, it was also not something I could prove to be correct.

Resuscitation technique is the rough business of using one's own soul to easily capture a passing soul and pull it back into the flesh again. In the entity, it was thought that although the soul could not be touched, it would be possible for the operator to make contact with the soul by becoming a spiritual body.

It seems long ago that the ancient (if any) clergyman succeeded in the operation, but the excitement was not conveyed to future generations.

... It was also a shock to find out the fact that resuscitation was a failure, but if what only interfered with the soul of the brave man led him to connect with his mother, Haruka, it would be a little saved that his actions were not in vain either.

Either way, the bargaining met "him" again and became the "family" of this world.

If there is any certainty about the prospect of negotiation, - that perhaps its edge will be cut off, never again.

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Negotiation and Sho were told the results of their mother's diagnosis by their parents side by side.

"Garlic... Shin...?

From his brother's mouth, who was waiting for the examination to end with a dying face, he heard the negotiation next door that the twinkling leaked.

In the previous life, he was flat even when he himself was dying, and his brother, who didn't even spill one tear in the face of his fellow man's death, couldn't seem to be calm when it came to his mother.

Humans, I remember the odd emotional depth, including myself, of negotiating that it is something that will change if it changes. - In fact, the "human" itself is being reborn by reincarnation, but it's only about the contents.

The parents who reported the pregnancy to the children, speaking of both their father and mother, looked illuminating, and it was a picture of a fine newlywed couple from anywhere, regardless of the year, around them holding hands.

One of the persuasive materials for inviting my brother to school was the negotiation itself, saying that it was because I wanted my parents to spend their time alone at will - but it seemed to have had more effect than I expected.

I didn't expect more brothers to share blood this year.

"The kid had already given up, so I didn't think he was pregnant..., sorry to surprise you"

It must have been unexpected for my mother.

I've been married quite a few years, if you ask me.

In the meantime, it wasn't weird having kids.

If they were of age at the time of their remarriage, there was a good chance of that.

... but from my mother's words, I realized again that I couldn't even want it.

It's not like I don't have any complicated feelings at all, but if I looked at my parents' expressions, the feeling of welcoming the life they gave me naturally gushed.

Negotiation gave the two of them "congratulations" and words of celebration.

My brother starts staring at me from the side with the look of "You knew!?" but for now, I'll keep an unfamiliar face.

Where I was blamed, there's no way I can speak lightly about something I'm not sure about.

My mother decided to go back to the gynaecology and gynaecology department at the beginning of the holiday to see how she was doing first, but she decided to return to the reception hall.

The calming of her feelings seems to have made her mother feel much better.

Perhaps there was something spiritual.

After this, my father was supposed to accompany my mother all the time, and of course, I was going to look at the negotiations. I won't let my aunt do any more.

On the way back to the venue, the negotiation realized something was wrong with my brother.

Walking is slow, and both parents walking ahead are gradually free of distance.

Negotiation looked back at his brother behind the diagonal, looking slightly at both sides.

Somewhere in the lost sight of his emotions, Sho looked behind his parents... his mother.

That's a distant - a terrible resemblance to what I saw a long time ago...

Neither did the arrows, nor the arrows, and the bargaining called his brother by his name.

"Xiang"

An unconsciously stretched hand was grabbing that shoulder.

Relief spreads to the chest on the texture that passes firmly into the palm of the hand. - I'm here.

"... it is."

My brother, suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder, looked at me for a moment like I was awake somewhere, but I immediately looked at this one surprised.

"... no, nothing..."

I couldn't say that I felt like I was going to disappear.

- When I say it, that's going to become a reality...

Yet my brother didn't even know what to negotiate, and he has suggested a frivolous change of expression to make it look like a prank.

"... hey brother, shall we bet? Which one do you think it is, brother or sister? I think I'm my sister."

I hide my relieved heart and look at my brother, who deliberately made a frightened face and said silly things.

"You... would have been vulnerable to gambling"

You're blessed with strong luck, but somehow you were weak for gambling.

Besides, it is careless to make the life that comes into being the seed of betting.

"I won't bet. If you're born safe, it doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman"

"That's an exemplary answer for an honorary student."

To be honest, I also felt my sister would be better off negotiating.

"My brother" is alone.

I was afraid I'd compare it to my special "brother," and I'm sure it's hard to deal with it in the same heat. There was nothing I could do about all this.

Sho is not special to the negotiations because he is "my brother". It's special because it's "he".

A son is born between father and mother.

I'm happy to have more families.

That's one form of happiness.

I don't know how it feels yet, but the birth of a new life will make the family bond even stronger.

(But...)

It's supposed to be a pleasure, - why are you so anxiously driven?

"Xiang"

Reach out and you're within touchable distance.

So close.

"Don't be jealous of the roasters, because you're my best" brother ", whether you're my brother or my sister."

"Who's Jealous"

Pull the arm of the little hateful "brother" who has just said it back and hug him all the time.

"Hey...!

The body that easily rolls in while raising a protest is probably a sign of trust.

Embrace a life you never want to lose, and negotiations whisper.

"You said you'd be happy."

When I uttered the sworn word again in the church, my "brother", who stopped taking his breath, returned it in a small voice.

"... just kidding"

"I mean it."

Raise the tone of your voice so that it sounds deliberately light. When did I ever really enjoy pretending to be a Bracon? By mixing lies with truth, I became accustomed to the fact that it was hard to see the essence.

"So-yu, stop joking. And..."

Press the bargaining chest loosely, and Sho turns that way.

"You should be happier than me - but..."

So I was surprised by the unexpected response.

I didn't expect my brother to wish me happiness.

When I saw my brother's ear dyed slightly red, speaking in a blurry and hard to hear voice, I felt that the negotiation was finally a little faint with anxious emotions that were well on my chest.

My brother is like a rebellion all year round, but he's a bad tach because sometimes he exquisitely tickles this one's feelings like this.

It was them who were totally stopping their legs, but when they felt their gaze and looked at you both, their smiling parents were waiting for them a little further away.

When Negotiation and Sho distanced themselves from each other, they headed for the hallway early enough for their parents.

- It's been awhile since we have another cute family in the Chiba family.