The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

* Childhood taming is the hero's first part

My childhood friend, Sho Sato, is a man who loves "mediocre" so much.

Anyway, not only did I hate being noticeable, but I also didn't lean on noticeable people and didn't lean on them, and I weighed more than anything else on living my days in plain peace anyway. If I were a good-looking guy or someone with a special talent that would raise my footlights, I'm sure he wouldn't have been friends with me.

... For that matter, sometimes I inadvertently act to get my attention and say, "I did it...!" I think it's the unfortunate and adorable part of that childhood habit that is so dismaying.

It's because me and my childhood friends are getting along that "I did it...!" was the cause.

I mean, I said to Cookie, "I'm hit...!" It was a position.

... how my girlfriend is going to eat up when I say "I did it" but that unfortunately wasn't such a peachy sweet encounter (trigger) at all.

Me and Cookie were hooked up in a play we went to in the garden.

I was promoted to the role of "Demon King" in that play.

- I mean villains.

It is the role of being "hit".

Nobody wanted to do it, so it was decided by a scratch. I've been in bad luck for a long time. It's such bad luck that you rarely even hit the ice cream... or hardly ever hit it. By the way, cookies are as lucky as assholes. I always got the "winning lottery" for the ice cream that he hit. You get it when you have lucky friends....... "Nice, nice," I might have made you persistently blur on the side though. Cookies are basically good-looking guys who care about their friends. I never said that because I got the winning lottery (Wairo).

When I bump into bad luck and complain, Cookie always says, "Uchi, there's up there in the world. You still can't laugh at your bad luck, right?... There are people in the world who have the ultimate bad luck of not being funny who fall into the Mimi's nest..." I've been preaching a subtle lesson about whether to give up or take comfort in some far-eyed way. Sometimes even the cookies are eggy. Mimi's nest hole or something...... I don't like such bad luck, quite seriously. You can certainly laugh and flow some bad luck or something compared to that guy.

Besides, I was able to get along with Cookie by turning out to be the "Demon King," so maybe I was even lucky in the long run.

In that play, I was the Demon King, and the Cuckoo was the Prince who exorcised the Demon King - the servant part 3.

In other words, it is a complete mob (sidekick).

The lines are also "ha-ha" and "hey!," or in a simple role to that extent, was a very shadowy role even for the servant part 1 or the servant part 2.

By the way, he was chosen as the number one handsome toddler in the park who was popular, stylish and good in character, maybe even Yi and this boy, who learned to play piano and stuff and was always surrounded by girls and whispered. The name is definitely......... Hiro... something. Hiroho. There must have been something after Hiro, but I forgot.

... Well, that's the name of the man in question. Nothing is wrong.

Sure, Hiro-kun and Hiro-chan should have been called cute like that.

Well, the production of the presentation.

The incident took place on the stage.

Naturally, no one expected that to happen, etc. - Maybe even Cookie, the person who caused the case.

In the climax of the play, I was knocked out of my mind with a cardboard sword and passed out by the "servant part 3" who jumped out of the back by pushing the "prince" who was supposed to defeat the "demon king".

That was just an unstoppable electroluminescent fire move, and I couldn't get a move on it rather than avoid it.

- I thought he was going to kill me.

At that time, I didn't know why my body was tucked up, but now I feel somewhat like I do. He said I was probably murdered.

Dark, cold and heavy,... I was struck by an unspeakable temper and fainted after a blow to the head where I was stiff, I left the stage halfway, so I haven't seen anything about the disturbance that followed.

Later on, from what I heard, the cookies were cool and suddenly self-defeating, and it was still not where they would play a role, but where my mother took me home first.

I was diagnosed at my primary hospital that it would be okay for now, and when I got home, I visited me and Cookie and her mother came to visit and apologize. My mother and I greeted them on the doorstep.

"This time, I'm really sorry about my child"

"... sorry"

Cookie, with her mother, bowed her head deeply and apologized to us.

"So how's your son..."

I was still observing the cookies next to my mother talking to each other about the results of her check-ups and other difficult stories.

... Although Cookie apologized to me, she kept a nosy eye... kind of made me very anxious about my child's heart.

My gaze was pointing this way, but I wasn't in those eyes, and I felt like I was looking somewhere else far away.

I felt terribly anxious about it and thought I'd have to say "okay" anyway.

"I don't want to"

"This is such a mess"

"Heh heh heh heh"

"No, I don't."

I said a lot of those words. I made an energetic appeal like an idiot. I went on until my eyes, which were lying around, clearly recognized my existence, and I let them get on with it and stare back down the hallway. et al.,... slapped his head on his mother. He wept. Ka-chan, I just got hit with Bacon with a sword there...! Big Tan Cobb! My Ka-chan has such a relentless personality. Your hands are faster than your mouth.

"What are you doing stupid!?

"Yes, stay. Eh!

"You really are a child...!

"Gaktai Hantai!"

"I'm not talking about bad people, you stupid son!

... No, my ka-chan had quite a mouth as well as a hand.

Cookie was looking at us parents and kids with her eyes all round and saying goodbye.

The surprise-eyed cookie was different from earlier, and I was usually very relieved to look like a child of my age.

That happened, and I became close to Cookie.

By the way, after the presentation, in the garden, the cookies had taken Prince Hilo's turn or something, which had been given to the women's roundabout. On the other hand, the victim (?) Not a single woman felt sorry for me. I can't put it down. Is there not one kind woman?

On the contrary, it was the end of eight hits flying up to me, when I fell down with a big tan cob, saying, "Why would I let a demon king do that to me?" Not at all. A woman is unreasonable.

Unlike the pungent angry me, Cookie appropriately embellished all the women's criticisms with "yes," "yeah," and "sorry."... I was kind of used to that, and while I was young, I had a little respect for "I don't know about this guy, but he's amazing." Now that I think about it, from such a young age, Cookie has been a subtly long woman. Because of that, you didn't have a single flashy face, personality, and there was always one girl in the class who liked him.

He liked me. "Toto" liked him, too, giving him chocolate for Valentine's.... When I ate that chocolate on my own with an event, I ate a heavy fist bone (a pussy), but the cookie never lived up to the feeling of "Tochi". Maybe he knew how I felt.

Normally, it is a cookie that seemed discreet, noisy, and flush all around me, but it also occasionally softened me after the "Demon King Success Case" (also known as the "Domestic Runaway Case").

Especially among them, the "Suzumebee case" is still a strong impression on me. Seems disturbing from the name of the case, but this was seriously a little important (oh and).

One day, a few tinned bees jumped into the garden nursery room through an open window.

The nursery room panicked in an instant with runaway orchards.

"Oh, oh, bee frightening ~!

"Seiki, Seiki...!

"Wah! This way."

"Be!"

A crying child, a child trying to escape from the nursery room, frightened and shrunk in the corner of the room......

Even the "nursery teacher", a young female nursery who was on the spot, was running around from the tin bees with the children.

"Oh, hang on! Stay away from the bees gently...! Oh, don't touch me, run...! Oh, no! Don't come this way...! Kids near the door, get out of there... other teachers, get help and call me...!

She speaks and gives instructions in an attempt to calm the panic children while fleeing the bees and hips that fly around the nursery room with our faces. herself, where she should have settled down a bit, but I'm sure she wasn't. Probably not many humans can stay calm in front of a tin bee. I remember being awesome, too. It's too much because there's noise around.

In the meantime, nearly half the children escaped difficulties outside the room by their voices.

But the children who were near the entrance and exit of the room were also able to escape that way, but in order for the children who were by the window to escape, they had to cross a beech that flew indoors without orbit, in the form of being trapped in the room.

"Hi, Hiroku!

"Bees!"

"Takeshi ~ ~"

Around "Hiro-kun," the prince of the garden, the girls left in the room gather at some point to hide behind us and behind them.

- This is when the prince comes.

The little girls were very honest with their own longing for the prince to protect them.

... Poor prince is a prince who took the form of being pushed out before the tin bee.

Even the prince is scared of the bees.

"Wow... don't let it go... ugh"

No matter how small they are, they don't put many behind Prince Hiro.

From the woman who pressed (to) each other, he still didn't escape. It was used as a shield to protect the woman behind it.

... That's Sama, the gentrumen prince.

I would have abandoned girls and others for my own cuteness and escaped to a glance.

But a tin bee struck such a gentleman prince.... looked like it to my eyes.

That's when a little wind blew out beside me.

(Huh?)

- That wasn't the wind.

He was my childhood tame lord, who had completely forgotten his existence until he moved because there were so few signs.

The moment the tin bee fleshed out to Prince Hiro, the pasin and dry little noise sounded.

... Probably the only thing I noticed about it was me and the prince who was just about to get stabbed by a bee.

Then Cookie waved her arm unconstitutionally.

- Once or twice, at an unstoppable speed to the eye that facilitated the snap on the wrist.

It looked like I threw something.

My eyes could only follow a flash of remnants.

Katsung, I felt something hit me in a far away place with Katsung, but all of a sudden the indoors were still screaming, crying and noisy about the kids and I wasn't sure.

However, as soon as the cookies moved, all three bee feathers disappeared.

The first thing I noticed about that was still the prince and me.

Prince Hilo looked at the cookies even more with his big eyes open.

On the floor of the two midpoint, - the carcass of a tin bee had plucked off.

One hand of cookies is left with a crayon lid.

Then maybe I threw it earlier......

"Kah..."

My body, trying to call me childhood tame, was tight.

- Same.

Also, the cookies were wearing the same signs as then (...).

It's like cleaving something to touch.

Heavy, dizzy, chilling signs.

I didn't have a voice like something stuck to my throat.

Cookies moved again as I watched them without saying anything. Then let the gaze be directed at you.

By then, the surroundings had finally begun to realize that the bees had not already flown indoors.

"... that? What about bees?"

"Gone somewhere...?

"You're not here anymore...?

Fearful (frightening) voices, including still frightening, begin to rise everywhere.

"Ah...!

That's when one girl found the bee carcass falling at Prince Hilo's feet.

"I'm shining!

"Bee, I'm shining!?

"Really!

"Hiro-kun!

"Hiro-kun's done it!

"Wow!"

"Wow!

"Wow!

"Hiro-kun is a real hero!

Suddenly taken up by the heroes with great joy by the ladies, Prince Hiro said with his eyes black and white, "Chi, no...! Not me...! Not me...!" and though I diligently deny it, - naturally, it doesn't get into the ears of the girls I dream of. They are already obsessed with Prince Hiro for protecting them from the bees.

Such a noise, Cookie took a distance from them, who looked strange and were totally upbeat.

... even though he is Teng himself who has exorcised the bees.

Cookie's consciousness seemed to have already turned elsewhere.

By the way, I approach the window, which is the bee's entrance without fear. But as soon as I realized the behavior, the teacher held Cookie's little body from behind and stopped her. I'm sure it was driven by a sense of purpose to protect the child.

"Ma'am, Shokun, you can't go to the window...!?

Cookie looked in trouble with her gaze on the window.

"Beech, Madu... er..." What did you mean, close it?

While trying to get out of the teacher's arms, Cookie perched out a foreign language that I couldn't hear. In the garden days, cookies sometimes spoke English, French or Arabic… I wasn't sure what the language of another country was.

Besides, the Japanese language was no better than the other orchards of the same year.

Growth differences in early childhood are the greatest, so a few other vague children were not even noticeable because they were also in the garden, and the words were basically listenable without some constraint, and the everyday behavior of cookies who didn't say anything like me was so much more adult (...) than the rest of the gardeners.

I've been assuming for years that Cookie's words were slow because her father, who was still already dead, was a foreigner, but it doesn't seem that's actually the case either, and later (later) she came to know, "My parents are biological (?) The fact that the Japanese" planted a vague hook in my mind.

... now that I think about it, such verbal infirmities and the occasional "softening" - the sudden action of even the adults to drain their fat liver, on the contrary, might have made the cookies look like children in hiding.

"... close, close, not" go home, "not" get up, "... uh, shit, what was that? The word doesn't come out...! That bug in my hand, but when I die, I call my people..., it doesn't seem like a demon, but it looks like some kind of nasty bee... I want to close the window quickly, but... let me go, I guess. Sir, sir! Get your arms off me!... I knew it wouldn't work. With magic, if it's about a simple junction, you can put it on me, too, hmm... '

The young woman's teacher turned pale while she looked at the cookie, who spoke a language that was difficult for us to hear.

"Yeah, well...! Calm down...!

... you calm down, but apparently in the teacher's eyes, it looked like Cookie had begun to screw up something she didn't know was in a very confusing state of fear. Among the garden teachers, the cookies were perfectly cautious figures...... in other words, problematic children. Apparently, the incident that really "succeeded" me as "Demon King" with the sword is still the story grass of the garden.... Well, I guess it's essential for some other "flabbergasted" anecdotes.

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