The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Even though I'm finally regaining my composure by King's proclamation, I'm going back to shaking it out when I discover rubbing again on such an arrow tip,... I'd like to beg your pardon for this to happen.

If yes or no, maybe I should brighten up the matter, but I have my own convenience.

What I want to do without making it public and easy is, in a way, it should be the same for me and Watanabe.

But Watanabe didn't say it by mouth and pull back honestly.

"... it's up to me to decide whether or not to stop"

There was a willingness and willingness on the part of Watanabe to make it easy to say. Is it a vanity, or is it just a solidity...... I don't even feel like I'm being watched at this foot.

I thought a little bit that I was in trouble, and I gave him the countermeasure that I came up with here.

"If you don't stop, I'll harass Watanabe a little too"

"... what are you doing harassing me?"

"Uh, for example..."

I pull one of the "harassment" examples from my brain that is doable and easy on my own, to Watanabe, who frowns and gives me a gaze of vigilance.

"Like impersonating nose shit without mistake?

Watanabe peeled her eyes and screamed at the harassment I offered.

"Dirty (you're here)... oh, elementary school!

... you get it. When I was in elementary school, I was harassed when Uchi and I had a fight. He was just an evil kid in elementary school. I was flatly angry, so I showed him the prowless moves I was researching in return. "Givegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegivegif... might not have grown up a bit.

"There's more..."

"You still have it!

"Place used pants on desk"

"That sucks!

... Demon King, did you hear that? Looks like putting used pants on your desk sucks, huh? Don't ever do that again, okay?

"What do we do? If Watanabe doesn't stop, I'll put what I just said into action tomorrow."

"I mean, isn't that a threat after all...!

"It's not a threat. It's just a negotiation."

"Coward! I knew you didn't deserve that brother!... If I don't do something, you will soon be punished!

I laughed like a villain at best with a nigga.

"Are you afraid of God's punishment or something? I'm a fucking bitch anyway."

Watanabe tried to walk away without saying anything about running his gaze on the wall clock, although he had been staring at me hatefully for some time after eating away his teeth. It's not strange for students to show up for school. Plug in time.

After all, you want to avoid someone witnessing this situation.

I didn't dare to hold back either.

Of course, I'm not willing to catch him and take him to Wind Keys or my brother.

But the demon king, who had been silent and still watching until then, spoke to Watanabe as he tried to walk out the door through our side with dignity.

"Wait. -" karma ". Finish it yourself."

That's what I said. When I take the mud rag that was in my hand, I throw it at Watanabe.

The rag was in Watanabe's hands.

――

Watanabe looked suspiciously at the rag alternating with the Demon King, but left the classroom in a hurry without throwing the rag back.

- I was on the back side of the Demon King then, so I didn't realize that the Demon King's eyes glowed red.

Ter, let's go wash our hands.

That's what I say to the demon king standing blurry as he looks at the door, and I head to the washroom in the hallway. Then you'll need to find another rag somewhere. I have to wipe my muddy desk.

"But you use a four-letter word for 'karma'."

Sure, like the Demon King said, it should be the person who set me up, not me, to clean up the muddy rags, but it was surprising because I didn't think I'd turn such a carefree line.

I didn't even feel subtly uneven in use, but it's always the case that the Demon King is uneven.

I'm not familiar with four-letter phrases either.

With regard to Watanabe, when I said, "I don't have to do anything," I could say that I gave up harassment for once.

Of course, that's only my hopeful observation, and I don't know if Watanabe is really going to stop harassing me if I don't try it tomorrow morning, and even if I stopped acting on my desk, it could have been enough to run another shape-shifting "harassment". You'll need to be careful for a while.

However, even if I couldn't get him to stop harassing me immediately, he just figured it out and it paid off.

... Until we take another step if we don't give up now.

But after this, Watanabe's harassment stopped perfectly, and - never again did Watanabe harm me directly.

* * *

For that one...

However, Watanabe still hadn't realized how long those thoughts had been delusional off the path of people.

I can't choose the means for correctness.

Someone has to rule out evil.

Feeling the same as pest control, Watanabe had sanctioned in the same way before.

The sanctioned student was an ordinary student who was hiding that person's appearance.

At that time, because of his more obvious and dignified going, the SS chief found out, and he was discharged. The protest was not heard. Besides, the sanctioned opponent also sued the teacher, so he was treated as a bully. The hidden data was already confiscated by Watanabe and destroyed.

The person who was supposed to have done something wrong had no blame whatsoever, and Watanabe fell in class F because of poor behavior, although it was never the school that made him quit. The sanctioned party is no longer in this school because he was integrated into another school after graduating from secondary school.

The SS leader did not tell that person about the sanctions (bullying) imposed by Watanabe. He said it was at least a pity.

I should have done the right thing, but I couldn't admit it, and I regretted it.

Still, I wanted another chance to get closer to that one, and I ran for class commissioner, and I took the initiative to take on the troublesome work for the class.

I also tried to be as friendly to my classmates as possible.

... Among those classmates was that guy's brother.

Early in the dorm, there was an impossible brother who caused problems and was dropped into class F.

Average ability to look mediocre without any particular prominence,... if you ask, he says he's the stepchildren of the remarried. I scoffed (bruised) in my heart that it didn't make sense to look alike.

'Wow, you treat me like a princess.... Speaking of which, the vice chairman had come all the way to pick you up at the station on the day of your arrival.'

After school, a classmate who saw a knighthood member who showed up in the classroom, the whisper of the coming stripe, then went into his ear, and Watanabe struggled to keep his face calm, which was about to be flattered.

That one is sweet, so it came from each side of the story that he also broke his heart against his unconnected brother of such blood and treated him dearly.

Watanabe could not forgive the presence of a "brother" who did not know the value of his own good fortune and was loved without any effort and who even sweetened it with a natural face. I didn't feel like I was exploiting his kindness.

"Don't make the same mistake though"

Immediately after joining the same F-class, it is still the SS leader who has bothered to give such advice beside him.

Watanabe nodded abominably. - I only took the advice. I don't make the same mistakes anymore. Wait for the opportunity (opportunity) and sanctions will be imposed by means only known to the person.

Watanabe assumed that someone... had to be right if no one was going to.

That's right.

The right thing is, it's supposed to be me. Why did this happen...?

That's crazy.

- That's crazy.

My body is... crazy.

Watanabe was squatting in bitterness, clutching to the toilet potty.

Since yesterday, I don't know how many times I've thrown up already.

I've been out of my mind since yesterday, when the sanctions against him were found out.

"What the... this..."

Re-excite, but shrug in the potty. In the tranquility, only his deafening swallowing and breathing sounds echoed in vain.

But from the empty stomach, there was no more even gastric juice.

Instead, tears pass down her cheeks and fall into the potty hole. The tears and the fever of exhaling breath made my glasses white and cloudy.

It was the pain of hell.

Stuck in the school toilet during class and fight lonely vomiting without even being able to get out of a private room. I was so serious about myself, it was painful anyway.

Lie down or take stomach medication, your symptoms will not recover.

When I was seen in the medical room, I didn't know what caused it.

And strangely, when you go to the medical building, the symptoms heal.

- No, it was the other way around.

The nausea that afflicts Watanabe occurs abruptly.

It's like switching on, off, all of a sudden switching from normal conditions.

And Watanabe was finally finding one legality in this symptom that has been going on since yesterday.

This nausea occurred when Watanabe decided to think of a "hater".

- Chiba Sho.

That one loved me, my only brother.

Watanabe lay his face down on the potty and shrugged as his stomach turned over again.

(Why... like this...)

Forcing a hateful classmate's face out of his head makes him surprisingly light and disgusting and makes his body easier. Exhale relieved and let the potty hold its body. I was so tired that I couldn't say it was dirty.

That's when someone came inside when the bathroom door opened.

Since we are in class now, the school toilet would normally be deserted. - Look at students who feel bad or have a broken stomach like you.

I thought no one was coming, and the private door was left open. I didn't have the strength to close it.

Watanabe, who didn't want anyone to see him like this, turns around in a hurry to close the door on his back.

"Hih..."

However, his heart shrunk when he found the Nishi-Kyu-hui lamp in the door's pompous empty space.

A man, but with luscious beauty, Nishi-kyujo has a unique atmosphere.

It seems to resemble Seto, who dislikes to get acquainted, but something seemed radically different in Watanabe from the other students in Nishi-kyu. I didn't know what that was, but Watanabe hasn't been good at Nishi-kujo for a long time.

Beautiful classmates with a quiet, always blurry flair look harmless at first glance. I didn't directly blame Watanabe or blame him for just looking at it like any other HR at the scene yesterday. They just told me to get rid of the rags at the end. Yet...

Now, I was clearly scared and frightened of its existence.

"How's your malice taste?"

The quiet West Kyujo voice echoes lightly in the bathroom.

Even though it was Japanese, I was thrown a enigmatic line that didn't make sense.

But Watanabe had an instinct.

That what's happening to me now is the work of this mysterious classmate in front of me.

"... that is, hand warm and sweet"

Inorganic voices mix just a few colors.

I have no choice but to seep through the flaws.

However, the color flavour disappeared immediately, and lacking temperature, the pitch-black eyes looked down at Watanabe as a bug.

- If you really want to be trampled and crushed like this, then Watanabe's fright reaches its culmination.

The expression of Nishi-kyu-jo remains unchanged even in Watanabe, which trembles in disgust.

"Taste well. Intense poisonous malice. Come on, let's taste good."

That's all I'm saying, Watanabe follows me with a cursory back trying to walk away.

"Wait...! Wait...!

I can't wait to be abandoned without being left without this kind of confusion, and I chase him desperately.

The eagerness to get rid of this suffering overtook my fear of Nishi-kyujo for a moment.

"Please... what do you mean...!? What happened to my body..."

I'm sure Nishikujo knows the answer.

No, on the contrary, because - you must be Teng himself causing this state of affairs.

Watanabe looked up at Nishi-kyujo from the floor in the mood to grab the straw as well.

"I was just trying to get you back to yourself for the bad intentions you put into it."

Seikyujo, who was wondering if he would go as he did, stops once and looks back at his face and returns the answer as if it was boring.

"They say, 'Curse people, two holes'. If you don't take offense to him, you'll suffer."

"Oh no..."

As he stroked his desperate color-stained face with his gaze, Nishi-kyu left the bathroom to leave Watanabe.

"I will not forgive anything that hurts that."

At the end of the day, just leave me that one word.