The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- Even that day, while my day kind of bumped zero complaining and scratching, I thought it was supposed to start quite peacefully and end mediocre, without any basis whatsoever.

Without even knowing that we will encounter events that will overshadow the values that we have lived and cultivated for sixteen years in this world, bent over.

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In the morning I run slowly down the promenade that leads to sew between the trees.

The wood-smelling wind tickled the nasal cavity, and the movement of the feet naturally lightened into the air, including the morning's characteristic sobriety.

Shoes presented to me by my father in alignment with my brother at school are already completely familiar with my feet. Sometimes it was in my sight that the bright green shoelaces jumped lightly as the shoes still kept their whiteness moving.

The chirping bird chirping and the sound of leaf rubbing in the sea breeze reach your ears as a pleasant BGM.

Is it the sunshine of the rainy season, or the rain that had lasted for a few days, and yesterday the blue sky was spreading for the first time in a long time. I look up at the sky and expect it to be a beautiful day again.

Since then, I've been completely alienated from Watanabe.

I wish I could have said it was good because they stopped harassing me.

(... oh and obviously avoidable too)

Instead of talking, I don't see each other, and I don't come near you. When I try to get close, I run away.

He left school that way on the day of discovery of harassment and left early the next day feeling ill, and he kept avoiding me that way ever since.

- You don't like being put on your nose so much?

(I wouldn't even do a prank on my desk...)

I am very wary.

While I felt something somewhat unreasonable or unreasonable, for now, I was also relieved that the harassment case didn't even matter. I really want you to calm down.

I don't want to stand out in school, I don't want to make a man's harem, I just want to have a normal, peaceful, mediocre school life.

But such a true and whispering wish of mine was unfortunately not heard this morning either.

Running at a loose pace, I just plugged into a cluttered woods sprawling behind the dorm, and came across a figure wandering between the trees off the promenade.

Sometimes I go to students who walk on promenades or jog like myself, but I rarely see people off the course and in the back mountains where they are forbidden to enter once and for all. - Other than the Demon King.

I thought it would be about a demon king, such as a drunken person who likes to enter a grassy place with bad scaffolding, but apparently there were other lovers.

(What are you...)

Though I thought so, I tried to pass by sideways.

I'm a hidden wind discipline commissioner, but I'm not loyal enough to my duties to bother paying attention to or report the guy wandering around the back mountain near the promenade.

I didn't care much because he was the one who didn't seem to need to be particularly vigilant, and if he was running without erasing any signs or footsteps, - the other person looked back and each other's eyes met.

……

……

A few meters at a distance.

Of course, the distance we can identify each other's faces.

Happy or unhappy, I knew her face.

It wasn't an unexpected person for me and a pleasant opponent to face in the morning, or perhaps even a confronted opponent.

In the midst of the miscellaneous woods was a class A rice lean (Mela) aromatic tree (Ok).

In the Middle Ages, Rokkaya's classmate, whose relationship was broken when Rokkaya accidentally killed his pet by negligence, has been hitting something tight against Rokkaya ever since.

Just recently rubbed it with me.

Rice Liang turned away looking badly after opening her eyes to surprise.

It's a rare attitude for him.

I don't know what's wrong with me when I usually bump into a flattering taste or two.

... I wondered if something had happened, but I didn't have a stepfather to call from here, so I ran straight through without stopping my legs or slowing down.

But...

"Ma... wait...!

I can be stopped by Rice Liang.

... Somehow I had a bad feeling and was driven away by the temptation to pretend I didn't hear it. My sixth sense senses the annoying smell of trouble.

"Whoa, stop, a thousand! Don't ignore me! I told you to wait!?"

I wonder why this guy orders you to look so great...

I couldn't help but stop my leg and look back at Rice Liang.

Because I could see the colour of the plea clearly in my voice, although it was an order tone line.

"What can I do for you?

When I deliberately smiled and asked lovingly, Rice Liang got stuck in words all the time.

For once, I guess I'm aware of the bad attitude I've had so far. After he let his gaze swim with an awkward looking face, he opened the lips he was pulling tied to and said.

"I want to ask you something."

……

I looked ahead because I was trying to say it so hard.

"- Didn't you see the quack?

Surprisingly, when asked what was unexpected, I blinked my eyes and shook my neck sideways, "No... I haven't seen it," he said.

I doubt Rice Liang like that,... No, he still looks at me like he's looking at me.

"Really?"

"It's not a lie.... Are you even taking a quack?

Even so, it's only June now, so I think it's early in the day to collect wasps.

I knew you were a summer creature, that one.

But it's not an impossible story if you like rice Liang as much as raising wasps in a dorm.

However... Mi Liang does not have a worm removal net or a worm basket, and the fact that she is holding hands caught on it.

"No.... what I'm looking for is my quack"

I mean, do you mean the wasp that Rice Liang keeps?

"What, you escaped?

Miriam nodded hesitantly.

"I've been looking for it since yesterday, but I can't find it..."

Drop your shoulders and let your disappointment seep in, and Rice Liang drops such a grunt.

I turned my attention to the wooded back mountain.

The area of the miscellaneous woods spreading to the north of the island was vast and it seemed hopeless to find one quail from here alone.

... Still, Miriam would have wandered through the woods in the early morning without giving up.

Rice Liang's expression was sinking and pale. If you look closely, you can also make bears under your eyes. The wasp escaped seems to be holding up.

When I'm silent, bumps and rice leaves start talking like every wow.

"He's been... not feeling well. I already knew it was close to life. I've barely even moved lately. Feed is also left behind.... Because even if I know the limits, I want to do something about it... I gave him medicine."

"Medicine?"

... medication for quackery?

I'm a little surprised there are insect medicines.

I'm not so familiar with insects (wasps) that I only thought about "heh you have that" though I was surprised.

However, I peel my eyes slightly at the description of the US Liang that follows.

"It's Alliance medicine. I asked the guild if there was any good way to get better because the quack I was keeping wasn't feeling well."

"... guild!?"

That's the one you can't ask for...!

"When I draped the nutrients from my guild onto my feed, I was surprisingly well!

Only then did Rice Liang's voice, which tended to sink, also play bright as excited.

(This guy is the kind of guy who gets caught up in the shitty business practices of the system that can be seen at his feet -!

Heard of nutrients, Nezu's shady face crosses the back of his brain.

I don't want to hear the end of this story anymore. I want to leave this place now.

The unpleasant feeling I felt earlier came as a hint of reality.

"But... it's nice to see if the nutrients worked too well, but I'm feeling better... a little too well, and the case I was using moves around to the point where it gets narrower... and you don't like being pushed into the narrow part of it, and I'm already at the limit of keeping it in the room... The bait wasn't enough for me to prepare at all, and... I had no choice but to escape to the woods..."

However, the tone of rice Liang, which was as strong as it had just been while we were talking, gradually weakened, and at the end of the day it became so small that it tended to disappear intermittently.

... If you hear that voice, it's not something you can quite walk away from even if you want to.

Was the drug in more of a stimulant class than a nutrient... Violent by medication...?

Either way, it must have been a pill pathetic to Mira, but not unwilling to look at it from the wasp. My credibility with the Alliance is already crawling through the ground. That's the most frigid tissue in the school.

Perhaps Rice Liang had come to a point where he couldn't help himself anymore.

I guess the pet wasp is also quite chopped from honestly disclosing that he didn't escape but let him escape of his own accord.

And after letting them get away with it, I deeply regret what I did, and this is how I look early in the morning.

... to the point of speaking up to me for hating my hair, I was cornered.

"I shouldn't have. Friends... even though. He's my dear, dear friend, and I'm scared to throw him away in the mountains."

For Rice Liang, Quail says he's a friend, not a pet.

If it was so important, it was easy to blame him for throwing it out. No matter how scared you are, you should take care of it till the end, he said.

As an owner and friend, Rice Liang sucks.

I suck, but... I once did a similar imitation, and I couldn't blame Mi Liang for being irresponsible.

- I want to ask someone for help, but I can't ask anyone for help, and Rice Liang is looking for a quack by herself. Blaming yourself.

Although it may seem like a terribly inconsistent course of action, not everyone can always take the right path.

"- What kind of quack? Male or female?

If I had noticed, I would have asked Rice Liang.

My attitude toward Rokkaya and toward me sucks, but I gave up luck seeing him here.

Someone I've suspected as a harasser.

Rice Liang was not the killer, so I felt just a little sorry for doubting him.

If you really thought of the quack as a friend, not a pet, then in middle school, you have to understand that I was furious with Rokkaya, and that it still hits me hard.

Not that there was any suspicion at all about what was going on with Rice Leung, but I went off the promenade and split into the grassy backyard.