The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Run up the stairs of the F school building in a double flight and step into the one-year classroom door in front of you from the hallway lined with plates for each grade.

The sign of the Demon King was in the classroom.

"Terre"

Find the rear of the Demon King with one hand on my desk and exhale.

Relieved by the definite presence in sight, I slowly approached the Demon King from the doorway.

There are no other classmates in the early morning classroom yet. The windows are closed and the classroom is quiet. It was still the same cloudy sky today, even though the dark classroom was increasingly gloomy, and the air was damp enough to cling to my skin.

The demon king who responded to the call turns this way.

For the first time in five days, I took a breath to see the demon king.

Is it because the classroom is dim? The complexion looked rather white floating.

And I looked both ways at my desk (Arisama), which the Demon King jumped into my sight by shifting my body.

"... ugh!?"

In the middle of the desk, something big painted with white chalk.

It was, - an obscene pattern that mimicked a certain part of a woman, that could come out of her mouth.

It was from the mouth of my junior high school classmates that I learned what that meant, which I saw from time to time in the bathroom of the park. "Huh? You don't know?" I was surprised to give it to you, for some reason it developed into lewd talk on the spot, and a few of my classmates who happened to be there were going to have a heated controversy about Konyak. Adolescent boys are also sexually intrigued.... No, but I didn't think I'd see that on my desk.

(What the hell... why...)

Who did what for?

That's what I think, I see the demon king's face all the time.

- No way.

Speaking of strange phenomena, a plot called the Echo Demon King had settled in me.

What if, following the pants abandonment incident, this graffiti killer...

"Kakel,... what ritual is this?

The suspicions that came to mind for a moment were fogged away by the strange inquiry of the Demon King, which was nevertheless emitted innocently.

(Right...)

The Demon King can't possibly paint something like that, and he doesn't seem to know what that means in the first place. The Demon King, who does not know common sense, is also oblivious to the seemingly ignorant knowledge of this hand.

"Uh... it's not a ritual."

"That's a lot of simple magic."

"Not even the magic team."

"Then what is this?

Whether or not I should verbally explain to the Demon King what it is. It is a difficult issue. I mean, I don't want to smash it. So...

I don't know.

and stumbled with an unfamiliar face.

In fact, I don't know why it's on my desk.

When the demon king frowned, he followed the marks of the chalk with his fingertips.

"I don't feel any power... but it's unpleasant."

It was a whining little voice, but there was clearly a mix of disturbances in it.

"I feel uncomfortable. Residual thoughts of malice...? Something like this..."

The air around the demon king's hand touching his desk swayed like a pneumonia.

"Hey... stop it!

I don't know what I was trying to do, but I hurriedly grabbed that hand and stopped the Demon King.

Chili runs a pain similar to static electricity at her fingertips. However, it strengthens the gripping force for a long time and withstands it.

The Demon King's hand was slightly cold, as if it were ice.

"Why stop... of..."

Halfway through the words, the demon king's body leans about in front of him.

"Ter...!?"

I held and supported the body. The body that has been brought to rest is losing its ability to stand on its own.

"Ter!"

Calling my name hasn't answered.

The body I received felt kind of fractured and thin just moments away from school.

"What... what's going on...?

When I heard a hesitant voice from behind and looked back, there was a class chairman at the doorstep of the classroom. I didn't know you were coming to school at the beginning, but it seems like you are a serious chairman of the committee.

Look at our situation and open your mouth in a panic.

"Nishikyu-kun...? Are you sick?

"Oh..., I fell"

"Huh!?"

The chairman of the committee who came running over noticed the drawings on my desk and stopped moving a little.

"It..."

"... when I got here in the morning, it was drawn."

"Damn... it is"

"Bad, committee chairman. Give me a hand."

I drop my bag on the floor and re-hold the Demon King's body.

"What are you going to do to help?

"He's unconscious, so I'll take him to the medical building."

"Uh... you should call the medical staff..."

"It's quicker for me to take charge."

I asked the bewildered chairman of the committee to lend me a hand, and I carried the Demon King.

It takes a lot of weight.

It's a lot heavier than it used to be.

"I'm with you..."

"That's fine. If you don't make it back by ST, will you tell him I'm here?

"Okay. … I'll erase this graffiti."

"Oh, that helps. Greetings."

It was not sneaky to leave the treatment of obscene patterns to others, but here we decided to let it be sweetened with the kindness of the President of the Commission.

... The idea of keeping the graffiti as physical evidence was unfortunately completely out of my head at this time.

Breathing sounds heard from the side of the face are slightly faster but constant, with no heat.

It wasn't the wind that was breathless or in pain.

To my eyes, that triggered by the use of "force" where fatigue was reaching its peak, and it seemed to have fallen beyond its limits.

I also thought about letting him sleep there until he regained consciousness, but I was concerned about his pale complexion, and I decided to take on the Demon King as far as the medical building.

Although the road to the medical building is still early in the pre-school period, it is different from the students who started attending school.

There is nothing to call out to, even as you draw an indiscreet gaze.

Because it's me, or you simply don't want to get caught up in trouble...

Either way, I didn't really care because I was conscious of the presence of my back.

Upon arrival in the lobby of the medical building, a full-time medical staff responded immediately.

While briefly communicating how the Demon King was when he fell, another staff member put him on the stretcher and transported him to the office.

I sat on the sofa in the lobby being blown out and waited for my check-up to be over.

It's too late for class to start, and the Demon King comes out of the office. The Demon King remains on the stretcher. The lid was closed and the consciousness did not seem to have returned.

Instead of staying in a private room, he moved to a large room lined with several beds and moved the body of the Demon King from the stretcher to the bed with a few staff in nursing clothes.

That would be a place to temporarily rest students who feel sick at school, close to the interior of a common infirmary. The beds are also to be divided by curtains one by one.

"Are you his friend?

A young man in white spoke to me and I replied, "I'm a classmate".

The name plate said "Yaguchi Masa, the health doctor".

It has a nice look of a slightly reddish person with fuzzy cheeks.

He's an easy teacher to talk to.

"I'll tell Dr. Ryukezaki. 'Cause I'm not conscious yet, and even if I do, I'm gonna be here all day to see how it goes."

I snorted silently and asked, "So... this guy - what caused Nishikujo's fall..."

"May I have your name first?

The Demon King's name and class name were communicated before the visit, but he didn't say his name.

"It's Chiba Sho."

"I'm Yaguchi, a schooldoctor here. Nice to meet you for the next three years."

My cheeks lifted, making my face even more puffy.

... what a poisonous sensei he is almost a teacher.

He's not fat, but he's the kind who looks a little too much because of the cheek meat.

But I also found myself losing the power that was in my shoulders because of it.

"Nishi-kyu-kun, you have anaemia and sleep deprivation. I guess I feel a little malnourished. Sleep well now, eat something nutritious when you wake up and you'll recover."

"Really..."

"It's time for class to start. I know you're worried, but I'll leave him to the staff here, and you better get back to class."

Although Yaguchi prompted me to do so, I really didn't feel like leaving right away, so I asked him to accept the impossibility.

"- Excuse me. Just a little,... just five minutes, so can I stay here a little longer?

I punched my crushed eyes and laughed that I had no choice but to arrow mouth.

"Five minutes, right?

"Yes, thank you"

I heard the chimes of the beginning of business coming from the people at this school building.

Using the sound as a signal, Yaguchi left the hospital room with the rest of the staff. He probably cared for me.

I stood on the Demon King's pillow and looked down at his face.

I didn't notice earlier, but my hair is a little shorter. I felt uncomfortable with the length of the inconsistent hair tips.... it's a cluttered cut like someone else or another amateur duly cut it.

An infusion is attached to the arm and the medicine flows into the demon king's body at regular and constant rates.

My skin color was somewhat better than when I saw it in the classroom, but my cheeks were still more pale than when I left school. enough to be satisfied with the diagnosis that it is malnourished.

Emotions similar to twitching and anger gush from the back of my belly to the Demon King, who has changed in just a few days.

"'Cause you're just bigoted, idiot"

Don't eat all the gluten and honey rice. Eat a lot.

Don't leave meat or vegetables, asshole demon king.

Cure fish haters too.

Don't bother with bones.

I don't like that one either. If I don't like this one, I can be selfish all I want, so I get anaemia or something.

- I really know. About that it's not because of that.

There's probably nothing you can do about blaming the Demon King.

It's just that the bad luck of blocking my chest made me say it.

Gently hold the hand that is out of the futon. A slight warmth is felt in the hands of the demon king, who was like ice, exhaling a relaxing and relieved breath from his lungs.

I thought you were home...

Go home, why, you're in such a state...

(Is your house a house where you don't even eat a lot of rice...)

Dark depressing feelings that words can't do are swirling at the bottom of my belly.

The frailty of the Demon King in elementary school is reminiscent and unnecessarily inexorable.

The image of a healthy demon king also collapses, but nothing would have to be unhealthy enough to fall.

- Get some rest.

Yes, speaking in my heart, I gently let go of the demon king whose temperature shifted.

When I woke up, I decided to ask myself what I had been doing for the past few days and about the house of the Demon King that I had been hearing so much about... about my family.