The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

My dear friend.

Whether you get sick or healthy.

Joy and sadness.

Whether it's depressing or sunny.

He's been spending a lot of time with me, my best friend.

You've always supported the life of a lonely island. [M]

- I'm sure I'll help.

That is how he posted the letter in which he wrote his wish in a prayerful manner.

* * *

Suddenly - I'm in a bit of a pinch right now.

"Finally, don't hesitate to do it. Now there's no Nishi-kyujo, there's no Shizuru."

It was my current classmate and former enemy general who put his shoulder around my shoulder and gave him a nibble cheek - Miichi Dumir Seo.

To Seto, who doesn't even try to hide the signs of belligerence and ferocity, I blur with seriousness, "... please don't."

"Now it's time to find out."

Shooting through this one with the eyes of a beast looking at his prey, Seto retreated a few steps to release me and shook up that fist without hearing -.

Once a week, the Huangdong School offers classes in protective arts.

It's not built into physical education, it's framed separately.

At times of need, it was in the first class description that the aim was to develop a sense of crisis and predictive ability so that I could deal with it calmly, but - clearly, I looked rather skeptically with my cold eyes until before I started that I wouldn't be nearly as much of a thing as I would learn in Monday's class.

But...

"The first blow is important."

In some laid-back pastoral tone, the instructor, who went into instruction specializing only in this class, unexpectedly imposed full training on the students.

Anyway, he was struck first by theory and mindset, preached the importance of flexibility, and persisted in talking about the importance of the first blow.

And for one move, he made the students practice so repetitive that they were sick of it.

Consequently, protective arts classes currently reigned in the number one unpopular class of the students in a number of curricula.

(But... it's right for the reason)

Everything has been said for a long time to be baseless and unsuccessful.

For the first month, even image training (video viewing) and theory. It was almost zoology. I was sleepy.

The next May, he was forced to build strength and flexibility, and then even let go of his passivity on the mat. A student who turned into a potato worm on the mat got in a gobbling line.

And in June, he's practicing hitting even the palm bottom. Monotonic. Harsh on top of monotonous.

The beginning starts with the palm of my hand: "What a wave!" and others who had fun imitating a certain famous comic book were also at the end of class watching their arms cry without lifting. That's not how many shots can be released to the average person.

"... what's the point of doing this?"

"If they bring weapons, they're out, right?

Such dissatisfaction also naturally arises.

Indeed, it is also impossible for the students to repeat this and wonder what the hell it will do. I agree.

To successfully deal with a crisis in the first place, there is a large part of experience that says things, and conversely, it can be difficult to acquire without having to work out in practice.

But I guess I'll be lucky. We don't get into crisis situations early on in school islands. - Except for a very small part.

(For example, me, him...)

Who is he - Sama, the demon king who was reborn and completely pinned down.

Of course, the Demon King didn't take any protection classes. It was in attendance at the first sitting, but as soon as I got to the field, I couldn't see him. I don't have to think you're the one who needs it, but he's still skipping today.

Even if he used his "power" less well in class, it would be difficult to deal with it, so there was no denying that he would come from the protection class.

By the way, the cornerstone of the art of escort is a blow away. First, the instructor told us, "Don't get out of the crisis quickly,"

What we're doing now was a first shot at taking that chance to escape.

"Hit me as I imagine being attacked. Put your back in."

While walking among students, the instructor who speaks to each and checks individually is unconscious and unreliable in tone, in addition to having an appearance that seems irrelevant to the rough. My hair is also blurry and long enough that my forehead has covered my entire eye area and I'm worried while other HR about whether I'm seeing my surroundings properly with that. Thanks to this, it is difficult to discern the person. Not so much luxurious in stature, but skinny and distinctly different from the type of musculoskeletal. Moreover, for some reason they were confused by students because they were wearing school-designated jerseys, which were often lost sight of.

I don't see it in any other class, so I can cloud it when I'm a pretty enigmatic person, although I guess I'm a full-time lecturer.

The enigmatic instructor clapped his hands with bread as he approached the end of the class.

"Yes, attention."

The students, who had lost their motivation, cursorily turned to the instructor.

When he looked around at the class F students, he gave new instructions now without raising his voice.

"Then why don't we have a meeting in pairs? Split into the role of tyrant and being attacked, practice hitting the bottom of your palm. Of course not if you're serious about it. I'll stop the inch. Once you do it, take turns for the part. Yes, start -"

I tried to speak to Rokkaya, who was taking classes nearby.

Perhaps Rokkaya was going to work with me, too. My eyes meet, I'm about to walk over, but I'm disappointed the beast was sneaking in from behind me and grabbing my shoulder.

"Oh, let's get together with me."

- It was Seo.

(This guy turned off the signs and came closer!?)

It's me who's been completely generalized lately, so even if I couldn't help but detect Seto's proximity, what I'm not convinced of is why this guy is taking a serious protective arts class or something. It's not like it's a protective technique, you know.

It's more of a side to attack than it is to be attacked. I'll tell you as much as I can. Including the previous life, the more raids you have in one hand.

Having been attacked many times, of course I tried to say no immediately...

"No, I'm with Rokkaya... you guys...!?"

Returning his gaze, Rokkaya was in Rokkaya, still surrounded by Kurokawa, Haino and Tsuyama's cousin Trio, who was approaching him. Six valleys surrounded by the good ones by Gatai look like a pathetic lamb.

"There's not enough of us. Six Valleys, come in."

"Of course you're coming in."

"Right. Will you come in!

"Help me, Rokkaya!

"Huh? Huh?

Dragging through the much-founded and bewildered Rokkaya, the brother-in-law Trio went a long way when he decided on his own. Exactly that diagram is Donadna. It was more bovine than sheep...

I'm not a thin lover enough to let Rokkaya (Together) die as he is instead of a calf to be sold... so I try to remove Seto's arm right around my shoulder. However, the shoulder restraint did not loosen at all to the extent of normal resistance. There is no appearance of using "force". Probably strong self-help. The arms out of the short-sleeved gymnastics outfit are thick and muscular. You idiot.

"Hey...!

"Don't worry, I told you to take care of yourself."

It seems Seo's bid for his brother Trio's abduction of Rokkaya.

Those guys are Respecting Seto, so if it's a favor of this guy, I'll take care of it.

"... wouldn't it be true?

"Weak. No shrimp."

I bent my mouth to the letter to point out Seto's inconsistency.

"I think I'll be in the weak enough category too..."

"So make sure of that, you know, because it's awesome. Shizuru seems to have believed you, but I'm not. It smelled suspicious."

……

That's why I hate guys with good noses like this.

Recently, I thought I'd given up because I never looked at each other in the room or called me a little.

I was licking Seto's obsession depth, or I forgot.

Speaking of which, Dumir was pretty persistent in his previous life as well. No matter how deep I gave him, he wouldn't die, and he was just a zombie-like temperamental demon who would strike me again by the time I forgot I thought I'd already defeated him. Shivering and persistent and tough. He is the leader of the 3S demon clan in his previous life.

When the battle came to an end, my people had an atmosphere of "you again". But I was weak the first time I attacked you, but I deserve respect for that because every rematch I got stronger and eventually I went up to one of the Four Demons. - Demons, though.

(... the temperament of the Demons doesn't change just being reincarnated)

I definitely wanted things to be different there.

- In the first place, I think it's the necklace that has memories of previous lives.

Such a seto sometimes flutters his face for the handmade confectionery of the director of the garden for sororities gathered by former demons.... who knows who he is or not. It's a diagram that is completely fed to the department manager.

Me and the Demon King became officially affiliated with cultural research.

When I returned the black card I had borrowed in my room, when I asked him why he had the guild card, the general manager quickly revealed the truth to me and the Demon King.

"I belong to the Alliance."

It was something I expected beforehand that probably wasn't the case, but I was surprised that it was affirmed as if it were too nothing. He's not willing to hide it.

Originally, no part is permitted for those who belong to the Alliance.

However, as there were exceptions and exceptions to everything, only black card holders were allowed to rotate or combine parts.

It is a measure because the S-rank is the highest.

Subject to forbidding other words about the Alliance, there are no other restrictions on action.

Of course, the guild card will not be confiscated, so the guild's facilities are free to use as they are, even if they are newly entered in another part. That means privileges granted only to the highest rank of the Alliance.

By the way, the general manager was an elite who obtained the S rank of guild in the first year of high school and received the role of director of this cultural research in the second year of high school...

And the story revealed by the general manager revealed yet another new fact.

It is the original role of the 'Cultural Research Sorority'.

The unknown existential significance of the part where we came in was "The Ex-Man's Receptacle".

"In brief, it's like a" mutual aid club "or a" prefectural club "."

Director Hayahara put it peacefully, but when I heard it, I had a sense of crisis.

Surrounded by figures, I thought it was a swallowing, pastoral sorority where comics are all you can read and tea parties, and that's natural, too, because it was the lurking place for those who were once 'demons'.

'Exchange of information is the main thing, I guess. For once, I've figured out who's who. Speak up early and try to follow up with the kid who found out about the previous life. And then there's trouble-counseling... and some kids who suffer or are in trouble without getting used to human life.'

- But from what I heard, it was really like a mutual aid club.

(What, counseling?

Although it was slightly clapped out, … it is dangerous to pepper the manager's words as they are.

'It's just..., people who want power go to the Alliance, not here. Few people belong to cultural research. "

Director Park said that in a self-derisive manner somewhere.

The Alliance's game system is said to be very suitable for controlling and increasing the "power".

Plus in the Guild's underground facilities, "Power" seems to be greatly increased.

Manager Hayahara told me the truth, surprisingly even forbidden to say anything else, naked.

But I think that was probably meant to make the Demon King hear it, not me.... although the person in question still started reading comics along the way.

The Alliance Master, Dongyun, was also revealed from the manager's mouth to be a reincarnation of the 'Demons'.

Moreover, as with Dumir, he was one of the Four Demons and head of the Enchanted Demons.

The brave man has been eyed by this guy, too, and has been attacked many times. The aim, of course, is the blood of the brave.

Human blood is a favorite for the Enchantress. I particularly prefer the blood of the beautiful and the magical. The Demon King Crusade Line, for example, must have been a treasure trove of luxury ingredients if I tried it on him. This was again one of the typical 3S demons.

"I want to taste it before with my tongue and lips, whether its blood emitting an aromatic fragrance is sweet enough to be drunk or exciting enough to tremble or paralyzed"

It is the word of the eastern clouds of the previous life.

Where's the gourmet reporter? I'm just going in now.

Of course, in my previous life, I was the one who stuck it in with physics (sword).

The persistence of previous life, whether in Seto or Dongyun, was firmly anchored and inherited in this world. But...

- When this is no longer the case, I even think that all the former demons who were Lord in this school are assembled.