The Story of Demon Hunter

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Finishing lunch, Satoru returns to class with his friends.

Not until the lesson time began, Jiro suddenly approached Satoru. Sitting in the front seat of the young man's table, he immediately clapped his hands with a serious expression on his face.

“Satoru-san! Help me learn the main subjects!”

Hearing that, a huge question mark appeared above Satoru's head. Although they were one group, but he and Jiro obviously did not know each other. Seeing such a pretentious sloppy young man made him feel less comfortable.

“You mean?”

“I'm really bad at lessons. If you do not meet the standard values. I may not have gone to class! So please!”

‘What does this have to do with me?’

Satoru frowned. Even so, he did not directly refuse. Instead, the young man nodded lightly as he said, “I agree, but not for free.”

“Ugh! We're group mates, right? Can you give us a discount?”

Seeing the sour grin on Jiro's face, Satoru slightly raised his mouth.

Normally, people who try to take advantage of it will get angry if he asks for money. They'll say he's a stingy, a friend who doesn't want to help others, and stuff. But they themselves are not aware that they have inconvenienced others.

Clearly, such people are actually selfish types who attach great importance to their own interests.

Is that wrong? Of course not because the selfish side is indeed part of the nature of the creature called man.

Even so, some people can suppress the selfish side. Trying to make a profit, but not excessively and also give a reply.

“I'm not talking about money. We are first class mates, so talking about it is a bit vulgar.”

“Eh? Then what do you want?” Jiro looked confused.

“I teach you ordinary subjects, you help me in practice. As you know, I came from Tokyo and my experience in this field is arguably a big zero. That way, we can achieve mutualism symbiosis.”

“Symbiosis? Platelets? What is it?” The yellow head was getting more confused.

“Isn't that an SD lesson?” muttered Satoru with a depressed face. “The bottom line is, we help each other. Mutual benefit without harming the other party.”

“Hahaha! Then leave it to me, Satoru-san! Even though I only got a 2 in math, I was still pretty reliable in the practice section! Especially about chicken because it has a chicken farm at home.” Jiro patted his chest with a proud expression.

“Two? Two out of ten? It was quite severe indeed,” muttered Satoru.

“Of course the value is 2, and the problem is 50! As usual test!” Jiro raised his head proudly.

“Value 2 of fifty questions? Right 1 and wrong 49?”

Satoru. He did not expect that his partner could be so severe. Moreover, the young man felt that answering randomly was better than the way Jiro answered! After all, that value was really too severe.

Satoru leaned back on his chair. Listening to Jiro's laughter, he looked at the ceiling then let out a long sigh.

‘What kind of school is this? Really allowing this kind of student into the school? Isn't there at least a selection or something?’

While daydreaming, Jiro's voice came back.

“Then we will start tomorrow, Satoru-san!”

Seeing Jiro back in his chair, Satoru simply raised his hand while gesturing ‘ok’. Even though in his heart a little reluctant. However, thus at least he got help in daily practice from now on.

Although it can not be called a win-win situation, at least .. it is not a total loss.

After the bell rang, they listened to the lesson for an hour before going to the practice site with their respective groups.

Wearing a dark green long-sleeved practice outfit with a white stripe, Satoru went to meet the other four people.

“For practice this week, we will take care of the chicken coop right?” ask Satoru who is walking closer.

“Yes! We will help in the morning and evening.” Chiaki replied with a smile on her face.

“Come. Sensei has been waiting.” Daiki said with a serious expression as usual.

Ono himself was silent. Nodding lightly to Satoru as a greeting.

The five of them went to the laying henhouse where the teacher was waiting for them.

Arriving there, Satoru and his four friends met with Mr. Torikawa. The middle-aged man was short, bald, and thinly mustached. However, instead of focusing on appearances, Satoru was slightly impressed on the teacher's name.

In its name, there is the word ‘tori’ which means bird. Suitable for his work dealing with poultry, namely ‘niwatori’ or chicken.

“Daiki, Ono, Chiaki .. You guys are in charge of cleaning chicken eggs.”

“Jiro, Satoru, you guys are in charge of picking up chicken eggs.”

Mr. Torikawa immediately gave them the task after showing an example. That way, they are scattered to complete their tasks.

‘BAU!’

It was a word that came to Satoru's mind when he entered the room. Looking at the hundreds of chickens in the narrow cage, the young man's eyebrows shot up. It was only the first time he had seen a chicken farm in person.

Even when visiting the dairy cow grounds, Satoru was only outside. So I don't know what it's like in it.

Following Jiro, Satoru took one egg at a time and placed it into the container carefully. Unlike the accustomed Jiro, the young man did so with a somewhat awkward gesture. Even occasionally nearly dropped an egg, but it was saved due to its quick reflexes.

“Be careful! It is a valuable product of our school! If it falls, your ration will be cut.”

Hearing Mr. Torikawa's words, the corner of Satoru's lips twitched. If he was still the rich young master like he used to be, buying eggs to drown the man was definitely not a problem. As for now, the young man could only nod and accept when being violently yelled at by someone other than his grandfather.

“Sst! Come here, Satoru-san! You will see how ‘fresh eggs’ is generated.”

Hearing Jiro's words, Satoru walked over. However, instead of being excited, the young man's expression actually looked ugly when he saw the process of laying eggs for the first time.

‘So .. is that how the eggs are laid? One lane with shit? Is it really sterile? Have I been eating less hygienic stuff like this?’

Questions immediately came to the young man's mind. It feels like he's seen a ‘dark side’ of the world that he shouldn't have seen.

“One fresh egg for you!”

Just then, Jiro took the egg that had just been removed and placed it on top of Satoru's palm.

The pungent smell directly attacks the sense of smell. The slightly sticky and wet substance soiled his gloves. Feeling the warmth in his hands, the young man frowned with the corner of his lips twitching.

If not for Jiro having a friendly, kind, and enthusiastic smile teaching him, Satoru would have thought that the young man had a grudge against him!

“Are you okay, Satoru-san?” ask Jiro.

Realizing from his daydream, Satoru put on a smile while replying.

“It's okay. Just a little unaccustomed.”

Despite saying that, the young man knew. Since feel ‘warm eggs’ in his palm ...

He was destined to not be able to eat eggs for the next few days!

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