The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Currently, there are about six former Demons belonging to the Cultural Research Department.

I never met them face to face with them yet, who rarely came to the room. In time, the general manager tells me to introduce you, but honestly, I don't really take it personally. On the day he comes out any bigger, he'll be completely over-capable. Rather, it's still full of drinks.

Okay, let's do it.

In front of me, it's about just thinking about the possibility of more exdemons like Seo laughing at me.

All in all, there are many troublesome people called Demons. Lead the demon king.

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

"... please don't"

"Now it's time to find out."

Once he let me go and took the distance, Seto decided to hit me from there first.

For exdemons, it's a discipline… a fair one.

(... no, that's a little different...)

Seo is simply greedy everywhere.

Against fighting.

That's why I'm only challenging Fifty's battles to identify this one's strength.

It's just... no matter what Seo's thoughts are, he's not obliged to take them seriously without this one's in-laws to go along with it.

(... I have to be strong if I don't have to be strong anymore)

Turning away from some conflicting idea, I put my palm bottom into Seto under the guise of seriousness.

... Naturally, that's easy to take.

"Meh, are you kidding me? You think I can beat a fly like this with a little punch!?"

No, I'm willing to take him down.

"I'm coming next! Let me be serious."

I was struck with a line that made me want to scratch what bloody comic strip it was, and I opened my body reflexively and did it with a single hair.

A flat hand passes in front of my chest at an amazing speed. It's a hell of a speed, even with a flat hand. Imagine if I hit something like this... and a cold sweat seeps in.

Protect your amateur opponent from a dozen professional boxer face defeats or whatever.

"Hey, add or subtract a little...!

"Huh? You didn't say Dal Yiko. You know, you're being careless. This is my turn until you take it."

Say it fast, or I'll punch in again.

Exdemons, you're on your own.

(I knew it wasn't fair. Eh!

Sure, the aim is body and steeple is avoided, but - I don't feel that power is being curtailed at all.

If I hit it, they're going to take about a bottle of bone lightly. Two or three if you're unlucky.

"Don't avoid it... eh"

"Oh no... I said... hehe...!

This doesn't matter anymore, it's just a fight!?

Plus, unilateral.

Stifle the dozen dozen that follow and glimpse the surrounding area.

(Shit. Wow, that's remarkable...!

Why does this always happen when it is desirable to live a quiet, secluded, mediocre, peaceful routine in the corner of the school...

Anyway, it's not convenient to keep running like this.

Ordinary humans keep avoiding Seto's attacks over and over, because it's obviously unnatural.

Once or twice, it doesn't matter if it's cleaned up by chance or good luck, or even if it's three times.

(I had to get hit the first time)

And I regret the first time I stuck around avoiding it. - Indeed, the instructor was right, the first move was important.

Last time we fled in the dorm room, it was good because we had no other witnesses on our own, but this time we are in class and have the eyes of our classmates. I can't do such an acrobatic escape.

I was ready and waited irresistibly for Seto's rolling third dozen. That's what I pray for, believing in my good luck, to be mildly ill.

... Hopefully, your brother's punishment will not activate (delude you) to the point of injury.

Identify the movement of the palm bottom and pull the torso until it hits you.

Control your body with mental strength that is likely to prepare you for the impact that comes, and keep it as defenseless as possible. Seo won't be convinced without the convenience, so we'll wait for the shock, assuming there's also a risk of some damage here already.

(- Three, two, one... ugh)

But the countdown in the brain stopped just before it reached zero.

――……

"Huh...?"

Seto's palmar floor, which was supposed to hit me in the chest with the momentum to break my sternum, was stopping it just a few millimeters ago.

"Yes, that's it"

A loud voice is dropped in the tight air.

It was the instructor who grabbed Seto's arm and stopped him.

(... Impossible)

I can't believe I killed that momentum.

That's possible...

I didn't seem to be the only one who was too surprised to react immediately, and Seto is also staring at the instructor who opened both his suspended eyes and suddenly cracked in and deactivated his attack in an instant.

"I told you that every time you take turns, you take turns."

When the teacher scolded us with a proper listening tone, a tone that stood together and told the elementary school audience, the instructor left the scene without any further blame.

- Only I can hear you, leave a noisy whisper in your ear.

"Yes, yes, don't look around. Let's concentrate."

At the call of the instructor, the other students missed consciousness from us, who were in the spotlight, and started practicing in the field again.... you feel the crisis, the movement seems to have mixed with a more serious flavour than before.

Conversely, Seto was distracted by the fact that he was watered down, and the war against me had completely disappeared.

But that was simply because the spear had changed.

Seto gently waves his own arm grabbed earlier and giggles.

"Damn it, Dari. I thought it was a class, but besides the fact that it's funny, it's funny."

(... No, because that's the instructor, right?

You don't mind fighting on the coaching side. I put a scratch in my heart because I'm frightened at Seto.

In the future, I don't dare say it to my mouth because I just want you to spare me being entangled in every protection class. - I don't think Seto would do too well for that instructor.

"That's all for today's class. Keeping a good image workout by next week"

The instructor, feathering a dark gray jersey to be paid to the third grade, closed the class by saying so in a relaxed tone.

"Were you okay? Xiang Kun"

"Oh, I don't know. Are you all right over there?

At the end of the class, he interacts with his classmates who leave the martial arts field to speak to Rokkaya like that.

I felt like I checked all the time, and I didn't see how Rokkaya was badly hurt by his cousin Trio.

Rokkaya himself was fine, he added, laughing lightly.

"Because they're people who fight fast, but don't do anything like weak things fights.... just because they look basically coarse. I guess I honestly want to avoid those who work on it."

and turned that laugh into a bitter laugh along the way.

I apologized sorry.

"Wow, get involved."

"It's better than me, Shokun. What did you do to get so close to Seo Kun?

Asked more of a heartfelt curiosity than a curiosity, I softly turned away and clouded my words, not to say that I was accidentally bugged to escape after a fight from Seto as soon as I was admitted to school.

"Well... a little dodgy... I don't know"

"... Phew, really? Sometimes Shokun is inadvertent."

"No, I'm glad you're following me gently there, Rokkaya"

"I think it's okay to have a sweetheart, too."

"... thanks for the warm follow up"

We get to the dressing room while we're having such a crappy exchange, we open the locker with the keys and start dressing.

There are several dressing rooms in the school, but the students used the dressing rooms separately depending on the class content.

When there are classes in the gym, martial arts stadium, etc., there are dressing rooms in the arena (gym), dressing rooms on the ground floor of this school building when using the grounds, etc.

By the way, there is no dressing room in the F school building.

Class F has a lot of equipment disparities compared to other classes.

When I placed the gymnastics clothes I had just taken off on a plastic bench between the rows of lockers and the rows and changed into a summer uniform that was already about half a month old, it appeared that a different class of students had come in, and eventually the stiffness in the dressing room grew larger.

I was still at the second limit of my personal protection class, so I didn't even care which class they came in, even though it was a long time to lunch, and I was hungry.

But because one of the new students who came into the locker space where they were, threw an insurance-inclusive voice toward us saying, "Wow... sucks," - whether or not we knew another class was the one in class 1-A.

From what I can see, on the other side of the bench, Class A Rice Leung (Meera) Fang Tree (Ok) stood with a very unpleasant face. Rice Liang was a pain in the ass who hated Rokkaya and me every time I looked at him, fooled the F-class, and behaved hostilely arrogantly.

... even this way, it sucks.

"Fang Tree, shall we go to the other row?

Even though the friend-like students behind Rice Liang carelessly suggested so, Rice Liang ignored it and we... got tangled up in Six Valleys to be exact.

"You still use that?

I found a towel in the Rokkaya that I had left on the bench, making a fool of myself and deliberately laughing at Rice Liang.

And I took up the towel on my own without permission and let it swing flirtatiously and unwrought.

The towel that Mi Liang held was heavily printed in silhouette with horned characters.

At first glance, it's just the silhouette and it's deformed, so there's probably nothing early to tell that from a BL comic book character.

But I know enough to hate what character it is.

- That was the "Demon King Tan Towel" that Rokkaya used dearly.

Apparently, there are other handkerchiefs and coasters in the Demon King Tan Silhouette series.

... The Demon King was now completely groomed.

There are two kinds of Demon King Tan, one with horns and the other without horns, and it is Rokkan's saying that it tastes good twice in a grain. I don't know if it tastes any better, but it's a setting that I can turn into a human...

By the way, there are no horns in the "demon king" of previous life.

It was the size and power that made it inhuman, but the appearance was no different from that of a human being, not that it was being transformed or anything. When I met him, I doubted for a moment whether he was a demon in a way that looked too much like a human being, but - I remember immediately rethinking whether there was no way a demon king with such powerful magic that he was weaker than a demon.

No matter how similar you are to a human being, it was the strength of a difference, the former Demon King.

(... because that's now the Demon King...)

Its demon-king tan towel, printed with green silhouettes on the blue ground, was dropped on the floor of the locker room.

Rice Liang, with an unpleasant laugh, steps on the sole of his shoe to show off the towel spreading snorily on the floor.

"... Huh!?"

From the mouth of the six valleys, I heard a sharp breath.