The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

I lost my sense of equilibrium when I fell into the ocean.

Tons of bubbles cover my vision, which is up and down and to the right and to the left..., I don't even know where my head is.

I forgived my mind, which was about to cause panic, and finally waited for my body to float naturally to the surface without moving my hands and feet toward the surface.

"Pfft!"

Face over the water, your body sinks when you take a rough breath.

It took me a while to repeatedly float and manage to maintain a stable and breathable state.

Fortunately, the waves were relatively calm today in the sea. If it were time for time, I would definitely have drowned first. I have already seen the horrors of the rough sea several times since I came to the island.

Still, it's not so much as a croak, so the waves brought sea water into my mouth from time to time and I coughed it up a few times.

Although I looked for the surrounding sea level in a standing swim, I didn't see Luca anywhere.

(Did you sink into the ocean...)

I wonder what happens when insects are immersed in sea water.

Of course there is no owner here who seems to answer that question.

But no matter how quack-savvvy U.S.A. is, we won't know exactly why Luca's body has undergone a rapid change in the air.

Was the nutrient out of effect, or was its life exhausted without the body being able to endure beyond the limits of hugeness?

Leaving only the mystery, Luca disappeared into the sea.

The small wasp figure I missed was what Luca looked like at the end of the day.

I was relieved that the school students weren't in a hurtful situation, but it was far from neat.

I don't know what action the nutrients were going to cause to transform one quail into such a figure, but I'm sure Rice Liang would feel sorry for Luca if she found out she sank into the sea.

It's poignant to have to report that to Rice Liang, but it's better to do something about the status quo first than worry about it earlier.

(Difficult to leave and difficult again... that's exactly my situation right now...)

In front of you, the shoreline is not sandy or rocky.

Unlike where the Demon King drowned in orienteering, I didn't see any scaffolding around here that seemed to climb from the sea. Beneath the shoreline is a terrain immediately adjacent to the deep sea level.

Artificial sidewalks are built along the shoreline, but is it high tide protection, which is very unlikely because it is quite high from the sea level, let alone unlikely unless you are a rock climber such as climbing a wall to reach it.

Besides the high risk, this area is designated a restricted area.

I don't think there would be a drunken person walking down the sidewalk at this hour until I broke the ban, and of course that voice couldn't have reached a dorm built on the other side that was held back by the shoreline and the back mountain.

(Do we have to go around the cliff and swim to the rocks...)

If you swim along the cliff, you'll eventually find a place that's easy to get up on the shore.

Based on the approximate guessed current position, it is likely that we will be closer to the bridge connecting the island to land than where the Demon King fell in the Orientation.

With any luck, I might be able to get a guard stationed at the bridge's stuffing station to find me.

(It's just... the question is if I can swim that far with my strength and physical condition right now)

- There are also wounds to my stomach, but in addition to that, if I move my leg to the clap that fell into the ocean, it runs a severe pain, and I can't move it well in the first place. Probably broken bones.

It's the leg of the one who fed Luca a a kick in the leg, so maybe she was already cracking or something at that time.

I don't know...... I am so full of creativity that I can laugh at myself.

I realized this is what happens when I fight on my own. I knew I was crazy as a person in my last life. I don't care if I suffered deeper wounds. Because I fought fine...

Forget the brave cheat physique.

In case of shipwrecks in the sea or elsewhere, the knowledge overheard somewhere about waiting for help without moving poorly and lying on your back, but that is the story of a premise that someone knows the existence of the shipwreck.

Though I tried calling to the only one who could figure out where I was, there was no response. Are you still asleep... or is your consciousness not right for this one, it's a communication function that you can't use every time it's crucial.

I wouldn't tell him to swim and come to help (rather, don't come, drown), but the slightest expectation that he would be able to tell the situation and ask someone for help was also crushed in an instant.

It's just... I couldn't capture the signs of where the Demon King was either. Thank you. It seems that this search ability depends on each other's health. I'd rather be foolish if that's when I need it.

Perhaps my senses will diminish my ability to perceive.

Rescue is unlikely to be expected even as we continue to drift through the ocean, and besides, bleeding from wounds doesn't stop in the water and survival just decreases. The shadow of a swan crossed in front of him when he had no choice but to swim to that conclusion.

"Quaaah!"

Surprised and shook, it was a white crow who had previously helped me when I was attacked by the Alliance's Demon Command Unit.

In the morning sun on the wings, shining by divine.

The crow swirled over my head and... it looked like he was trying to help me if it wasn't my fault.

- It's a strange bird (crow).

I wonder if he is the patron saint of the island, and this time I get a similar feeling of admiration for the birds that appeared during my crisis.

But - I just don't think it's impotent to pull your hair with a beak and try to lift it. And then the feathers hit my face and it hurt plain.

He was a crow with wings circling over my head for a while, but when he rang, he flew towards the shoreline.

... I followed the blurry white wings with my eyes as I floated in the ocean wondering if I'd given up, and now I started swirling by the shoreline. And he sounds "kaa" over and over like he's about to sue me.

If you look closely at how you want to convey something, there was a place with cracks in the boundaries between the rock walls and the sea. Just below the crow swirling.

- Maybe there's a rocky place behind the crack where you can crawl up.

With all my hope, I followed the crow's lead and swam.

Diving into the cracks guided by the crow and through the elongated rocks and rocks, there was a rock shelf in the back that was caved and seemed to crawl up as expected. Because the light is plugged in from the gap running into the ceiling, inside is brighter than I thought, and I don't have any trouble seeing it.

When I narrowed my eyes and looked up at the high rock ceiling, I could hideously look for the color of the sky at the end of the light. The part of the rock that is out of the sea is an oval that swells to the side, making the space about a turn around the dorm's own room.

I squeezed my last force and managed to drag my body up onto a rock shelf that was shredded and flattened by the waves.

Exhale in a rough breath and plunge onto the spot without being able to hang out for a while.

Just swimming this far would have prevented us from reaching the bridge. I am grateful to the bird who taught me.

The June sea was still cold in water, partly because of the continued flow of blood from the wounds on his belly, and his whole body was cut off as cold as ice.

"Because you're a little sturdy, you treat your body too cluttered."

I thought I heard such a cleric's novel.

If my brother saw this situation, he would have a black grin, "Shall we go with a full course of punishment?"

But now I'm in the mood to hear it because it's more of a novel or a sermon. Because everything is only if you live.

When I followed with my eyes the light I had shed from the cracks in the rock ceiling, thinking blurredly and inconspicuously, I found something like a temple (dust) that was apparently made by man's hand at the walls of the cave.

(... here, why...)

The sound of the waves and the narrow caves echoing with their breathing sounds mixed together are unlikely to be visited by anyone or anything, closed to the sea and cliffs. Why is there such a thing in a place like that...

Even when it came to the temple, the reservoir-like appearance was just plain carved into the rock.

Over the years, the statue eroded by the waves has also lost its expression and weathering has progressed to such a point that it barely understands the shape of its head and body.

Maybe the temple itself sinks into the sea at full tide.

But the statue, carved behind the rocky temple, stood firm as if it were also the patron saint of the island.

"Ah..."

A voice that resembles a plundered sigh leaks out of my mouth.

Could this be the temple of God, one of the Seven Wonders?

I laughed small at my mistake.

Since it is an island with a glimpse of previous life influences there, I was wondering if it was also a temple of the stark goddess, but apparently it has nothing to do with such a twisted cause.

Besides - any wish will come true, or the love I have sworn here will be eternal,... for a temple where such dreamy hearsay is spoken, it is also very simple and discreet.

The light slipping through the cracks illuminated the surface of the water, sparkling rocky walls and old temples.

If you look at the traces of seawater on the rock wall, you can see that this rock is out on the ground only temporarily. If the tide fills up soon, this place will sink into the sea as well. It will be a few more hours. Even if my absence prolongs and someone comes looking for me, I don't know if I'll make it... More than the sea, this was a hard place to be discovered.

If you don't get hurt, you won't have to climb the walls of the shrine to get out of the ground, but now it seems like breathing instead of moving is a hundred million.

The phone you are carrying is only for submerged or for impact, showing a black screen.

As usual, the Demon King's piercing communications are unresponsive.

- At the very least, I wish I could tell someone about the situation, but I couldn't think of any other good means.

I don't even know if the Demon King knows where I am or where I am.... If my signs were as rare as they were when he collapsed with anaemia, it should be pretty hard to find this place.

Mei Liang, who broke up in the woods, wouldn't even think I was in this little cave that I would give you that fell into the ocean. The problem was that there were no humans in the first place who understood my predicament.

At least if my phone was safe I might have managed......

"Kahhh..."

White crows descended from the gap between the rocks on the ceiling and the rocks, along with a clear squeal.

"You..."

The nostalgic bird landed without fear beside me.

"Cookie."

And I'm going to ring my throat worried and peek at this one.

"Oh well... there you are..."

Only this bird knows what's happening to me.

But it doesn't matter how smart you seem, there's nothing you can do about it where you asked the birds for help.

The white crow approached with no fine dust or alarm about how accustomed he was to people or simply not knowing anything scary. And he circles around me with two legs that fall, and when he stops his little leg around his belly wound, he jumps pimply and squeals his throat as if protesting.

"Why are you wounded like this?" 'But I said so.

Crows reacting like humans looked somewhere like the Devil King's loyal dog.

(No way this guy had it in his previous life too...)

Fuji comes up with such a stupid idea.

But if that's the case... and if that's the slightest possibility... I've decided to put my hopes in this strange white bird.

Reach for the running shoelaces as you fall asleep and pull to untie the knot.

But a string containing water on top of a tight tie doesn't loosen easily, and I don't have the power to pull it hard right now.

Apologizing in my heart to my father for presenting me with shoes, I took out the razor I had hidden, and with my trembling fingers I managed to painstakingly cut my shoelaces.

Then tie the cut shoelaces to the white crow's legs.

The bird just looked intrigued at what I would do and kept her company still, even when she was tied to her feet.

These green shoelaces have a rare color flavor, and are quite noticeable in fluorescent colors.

I managed to finish the work and called out to the crow, feeling the fingers in bad motion.

"I'm in the dorm... looking for my brother, Chiba Negotiation..., this far... will you bring me?