The Story of Demon Hunter

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In the afternoon after the practice was over, the students were disbanded. Go back to their dormitory to rest and take a bath taking turns according to the schedule.

“What the fuck? We only have 15 minutes to shower?”

Looking at their schedule, the corner of Satoru's lips twitched. If you take a shower, 15 minutes is enough. But if you count your way from the dorm, take off your clothes, take a shower, change your clothes, then come back, that time is definitely not enough.

“I agree with you, buddy!” Takeo also seemed dissatisfied.

“What can we do? That's the rule,” Manabu said with a wry smile.

“...”

Meanwhile, Ono just lay in bed without changing clothes. His eyes looked like dead fish. Although both from the city, he was different from Satoru who was quite resistant to blows. What he experienced today really caused the young man to be in a mess.

Seeing Ono's appearance, the three others looked at each other then shook their heads.

“Come take a shower first. You can sleep after dinner, Ono-kun.”

After saying that, Manabu dragged Ono away. Satoru and Takeo looked at each other then shrugged with lazy and tired expressions. Carrying towels, they went to the bath.

There, they immediately washed their bodies and washed them with water before entering the hot water.

“HAH~ Soaking in hot water after working all day is indeed steady!” takeo said with a satisfied expression.

Satoru did not say anything, only nodding lightly as approval. Leaning on the edge of the pool while closing his eyes, the young man felt that the previously stiff muscles were comfortable.

Moments later, the bathroom door opened and four people came inside exclaiming, “Until when are you going to soak? It's time to take turns!”

“Where do I know! Time is too narrow!” takeo shouted with local accent.

“If you guys don't get out soon, our time will be up!” shouted one of the students.

Before Takeo shouted, Satoru patted his shoulder and shook his head. The four of them finally gave up the bath and went to the dormitory to rest for a while.

By the time Satoru closed his eyes and nearly fell asleep, a sound from the horn (speaker) sounded. Calling the students to come to the cafeteria for dinner.

Wearing training pants and a loose t-shirt, the sleepy-looking Satoru follows Takeo and Manabu who are walking in front. Meanwhile, Ono who could barely open his eyes walked next to him.

Arriving at the cafeteria, they took a tray containing their rations and went to choose a table.

Looking at the dish in front of him, the corner of Satoru's lips twitched. A bowl of rice, a bowl of miso soup with slices of tofu, a small plate of vegetable stir-fry, one grilled fish, and.

“Oi, Manabu.”

“What's Satoru-san?” Manabu looked over with a confused expression.

“Because you have lent the magazine before, this egg is for you. You ate quite a lot, right?”

Hearing Satoru's words, Manabu was slightly surprised. He looks a bit confused.

“Really?”

“Take it,” says Satoru.

“Then thank you, Satoru-san!” reply Manabu with a grin on his face.

While Manabu looked delighted and Takeo looked envious, Ono looked at Satoru with a complicated expression. To others, Satoru may look good. But to Ono, Satoru clearly had other intentions.

Same as ... Satoru obviously could not eat the eggs after what happened in the afternoon!

“You can take mine, Takeo-kun.” Soft periodic ono.

“Really? Waw! You're really good, Ono.”

Unlike Manabu who thought twice, Takeo immediately took an egg. He broke it on hot white rice, gave a little spice and then mixed it evenly.

Seeing Manabu and Takeo eating voraciously, Satoru and Ono looked at each other and let out a long sigh.

They seem to respect each other who suffer the same.

***

At 04:30 a.m., Satoru and Ono were awakened by the sound of an alarm. Looking at Manabu and Takeo who did not have to get up early for the picket, the two of them let out a long sigh.

After washing his face and changing clothes, Satoru and Ono went out of the dormitory. There, they meet Daiki, Jiro, and Chiaki.

“Truly cold!” ono muttered. He asked Satoru. “Are you not cold, Satoru-san?”

“No.” Satoru shook his head. “Maybe because I'm adaptable?”

“...” Ono was silent while pushing his glasses.

After that he saw Daiki's fresh appearance which made him couldn't help but ask, “Didn't you also take part in extra-curricular activities, Daiki-kun? Why do you look so fit?”

“EH?”

Just then, Jiro and Chiaki looked at Ono with confused expressions. The mohawk-haired youth then said, “Did you not know that all students are required to take exculpation lessons?”

“Really?” ask Satoru.

Just then, the four comrades looked at the young man with puzzled expressions. It also seemed unexpected that it turned out that Satoru did not know that.

“True.” Chiaki tilted her head. “Have you not chosen exkul?”

“Not yet,” replied Satoru casually.

“The plan is you want to join what?” ask Chiaki.

“Can't I choose not to come? I mean, we're finishing up practice pretty late afternoon. Still following the exculpation lessons? Isn't that overkill?”

“Isn't it even relieving stress from a lot of studying and working?” Chiaki asked back.

“If you look from that way, there is indeed a point.”

Satoru stroked his chin. While walking towards the chicken coop, the young man thought about what he would do.

Just then, Yui's figure suddenly appeared in her head. Satoru hurriedly shook his head. He didn't want to go because of someone else. However, the young man also wanted to follow the exkul that attracted him.

Kendo, karate, archery, and live sports were ruled out because Satoru was not particularly interested and had been trained by elite teachers since childhood. It just so happened that he was thinking about cooking because he had enough interest and skills that still needed to be honed, but shook his head again because he did not want to rush.

Satoru then glanced at Ono then asked, “What do you choose?”

“I haven't even thought about it,” replied Ono with a wry smile on his face.

“Then you should think about it later. It's almost 5 o'clock and Mr. Torikawa must have been waiting for us!”

Seeing the hurried Chiaki, Satoru and Ono looked at each other then immediately followed their three friends.

***

Her afternoon.

After lunch, Satoru who returned to class helped Jiro learn. While propping up his chin, the young man thought.

‘Even after searching, I did not find the right one. Cow fan club? Why does such a thing have to exist?’

Thinking that, Satoru suddenly let out a long sigh.

Jiro who was learning looked towards Satoru then Ono who looked confused. Thinking of something, he spoke with some hesitation.

“If you want something new but also not strange and quite famous from this school, how about the Riding Club?”

Hearing Jiro's suggestion, Satoru and Ono were stunned. Just then, Satoru suddenly thought of a strange thought.

‘Grandfather has taught me kendo, karate, archery, swimming, and so on. In ancient battles, such things were indeed useful. What is lacking is riding, yes ... it is because it is difficult to do it in a city like Tokyo.’

Having an interested expression on his face, Satoru retorted with the corner of his lips raised.

“It seems pretty interesting.”

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