The Story of Demon Hunter

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Looking at the gentle smile on the handsome face of the young man, Natsumi's heart immediately thumped. Her cheeks were slightly red, but covered by the color of the morning sun. Although Satoru usually looks cool, the girl feels that she has not seen this kind of soft side of it.

Wanting to say something, Natsumi immediately shook her head. Taking a deep breath, his expression became even more determined.

‘Now is not the time to think about this kind of thing! Anyway, I just teased her a little! No more than that!’

At the moment when Natsumi rounded her resolve, another familiar voice rang out in their ears.

“It seems that you guys really enjoyed a beautiful morning, Dear students!”

Natsumi and Satoru turned stiffly. I don't know since when, Mr. Sengoku has been behind the two of them.

“Kapan-“

“Of course since you guys took out the horse stealthily!” shouted Mr. Sengoku with an angry expression.

The middle-aged man directly pointed to Natsumi's face with an annoyed expression. With a red face and bulging muscles like Shura, he shouted in a dissatisfied and grievous tone.

“How can you take Nak Satoru riding without supervision? What if he falls again? What if he was seriously injured and not as lucky as before?!”

Hearing that, a surprised expression appeared on Satoru's face. He felt that the fierce-looking man was not at all as bad as he seemed.

“If that happens, my salary must be cut by the old man again! I can even be replaced!”

“...”

Seeing Mr. Sengoku's angry face, Satoru finally retracted his words. Just like Natsumi said ...

His uncle was completely unreliable!

***

“It's your fault!”

Hearing that, Satoru blinked with a helpless expression on his face. He wanted to deny it, but felt it was free. So finally just shut up and accept. After all, the young man felt he owed Natsumi a favor.

“I can't eat breakfast because of you, Kouhai-kun. How will you be responsible?”

Punished by Mr. Sengoku for riding without permission, Satoru and Natsumi cannot eat their breakfast rations.

Not wanting to be an ungrateful person, Satoru chose silence. Although Natsumi did get him punished, but the girl had also helped him through the problems within him.

For Satoru, the experience of riding was simply nothing compared to this light punishment. So in the end the young man chose to be quiet.

“Why are you quiet? Say something!”

“Do as you please,” reply Satoru with a flat expression on his face.

Hearing the answer he wanted, Natsumi's eyes immediately sparkled. The girl looked at Satoru with a pretty excited expression before opening her mouth. However, finally a word did not come out of his mouth.

“...”

“What's up?” ask Satoru.

“No. It's nothing.”

Natsumi shook her head. He actually wanted to take Satoru to go watch horse races during the Golden Week holidays. But his speech stopped because he realized if he said it ...

That means he asked Satoru out on a date!

“Then get this done right away if you don't want to miss the lesson and get punished.”

Seeing Satoru who really seemed ordinary just made Natsumi feel annoyed. Despite not thinking of getting close to the young man or anything like that, he still felt dissatisfied with such a perfunctory reaction.

The girl who was much admired by the juniors and friends in the same generation was feeling a little inferior. Quietly wondering if he started to lose his charisma when he was by the young man's side.

‘Surely he hid his embarrassment with an indifferent expression on his face! Yep! It must be!’

Natsumi instantly snorted while slightly raising the corner of her lips, feeling satisfied for having found the ‘trik’ played by Satoru.

Meanwhile, the clueless Satoru only felt somewhat irritated. If not for helping him, he would have scolded Natsumi who was even relaxed, not doing her job while being chased by time!

In the end, while Natsumi occasionally daydreamed and muttered obscure sentences, Satoru worked on almost everything himself!

***

In the afternoon, in the cafeteria.

Anger, envy, hate, and so on. Satoru could feel such gazes from them, especially from the students.

Arriving at his seat, Satoru saw his three roommates looking at him with amazed expressions.

Takeo rubbed his nose with a finger as he said, “As expected of you, buddy!”

“Indeed, the knight finally became complete with his horse.” Manabu took a long breath.

“I told you, Satoru-san from Tokyo and can be our role model.” Ono nodded with a satisfied expression.

Hearing these various words, Satoru felt confused.

‘Knight Horse? Exemplary? What does this have to do with me?’

At the time of connecting the various explanations and then the gazes directed at the people, he finally realized that it must have something to do.

Satoru immediately looked at his three friends with a suspicious expression.

“This time what nonsense are you spreading?”

“Events! You can say that even though we have praised your greatness!” reply Takeo with a dissatisfied expression.

Satoru took a deep breath. He tried to calm himself while forcing himself to squeeze a smile on his face.

“Then what do you guys say to classmates?”

“Secretly take out the horse from the stable and piggyback with a beautiful upperclassman,” Ono said.

“Riding together through a stretch of grass and flowers in the morning until forgetting back,” added Manabu.

“Conquer the heart of the beautiful senior that many in the academy love,” Takeo said.

The three men turned their heads in unison towards Satoru then gave their thumbs up while shouting in unison.

“GOOD JOB, BROTHER!”

‘GOOD JOB HEAD OF YOUR FATHER!’

Satoru shouted in his heart. The young man then leaned on the chair with a blank expression on his face. It really looked weak from losing all of its strength.

“No need to thank, buddy!” takeo said while rubbing his nose.

“That's what friends are for,” added Ono with a friendly smile.

“But don't forget us! We have to help each other!” manabu said with a serious expression while patting his shoulder.

Hearing that shameless nonsense, Satoru instantly massaged his temple with a depressed expression. At first he thought he could blend in and adapt, but ...

‘THREE OF THIS TRUMPET ..’

‘PAY ME TO TOKYO! I'D RATHER BE BULLIED BY THOSE ARROGANT HIGH SCHOOL BOYS THAN FACE OFF AGAINST THIS TRIO OF SHUCKS!’

Back then, Manabu and Takeo kept patting Satoru on the shoulder.

“You are really easily moved, buddy. You make us feel bad.” Takeo sighed.

“You shouldn't have to think of this kind of small help, Satoru-san. Aren't we friends?” added Manabu with a friendly smile.

Satoru let out a long sigh with a depressed expression. If not for knowing their intentions were good and they considered him a friend, the young man would have already severely beaten the three.

Precisely because of their outrageous kindness, Satoru became extremely depressed. There really was no hope of giving them enlightenment.

It was like telling a pig to fly and a goose to lay golden eggs! Can't be expected!

Just then, the figure of Mr. Aikawa appeared in the canteen. The middle-aged man looked around, and his gaze came to a halt when he saw Satoru.

“Satoru-kun, come with me to the office! You know what you have done!”

Hearing that, Satoru was stunned. After a while, the young man came to his senses and roared inwardly.

‘IT'S NOT MY FAULT! IF YOU WANT TO BLAME, BLAME THIS TRUMPET TRIO!’

Seeing Mr. Aikawa's stern expression, the priest could only put on a wry smile. Walking into the office followed him with a tired and lethargic expression, like a prisoner ready to be put to death!

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