The Story of Demon Hunter

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Just like before, Satoru immediately approached the dark horse. However, unlike before where he immediately rode without any manners, the young man approached and greeted the horse gently.

Satoru stroked the dark horse's neck, making him make a happy voice. It seemed quite satisfied with the treatment of the young man before him.

Gazing right into the horse's eyes, Satoru said, “Then please help him also for today, Friend.”

The people in the riding club looked surprised when they saw how close Satoru was to the notoriously fierce and fierce dark horse. The sight of the handsome young man flirting with the horse that looked incredible the eyes of the schoolgirls were sparkling. Meanwhile, it also made the students appear envious.

Who doesn't want to look good and cool? There was definitely nothing but having a slight abnormality in his brain.

After riding on the horse's back, Satoru asked with a curious expression on his face.

“Omong-by the way, doesn't this horse have a name?”

Seeing Satoru who seemed to get used to it immediately, the corner of Mr. Sengoku's lips twitched. He had obviously been taking care of the dark horse for a few years when the principal did not take care of it. But the horse gave him no face at all. The creature always behaves arrogantly and always rejects it.

As for now, it seemed that the dark horse actually recognized Satoru. Even letting the young man climb on his back without making any trouble. The sight made Mr. Sengoku's eyes somewhat red.

‘Brotted horse does not know this thank you ..’

Sensing Mr. Sengoku's gaze, the black horse turned its head in another direction. He snorted with a look of disdain, seemingly deeming the middle-aged man unworthy.

The sight made Satoru dumbfounded. He immediately patted the horse while scolding.

“Can't you not behave like that? No matter how stingy Mr. Sengoku is, he has taken care of you for several years.”

Mr. Sengoku's expression grew darker, hearing Satoru's words, he realized that his mischievous nephew had been spreading bad rumors about him. This made the middle-aged man immediately search around.

Seeing that Natsumi had slipped away with her horse, Mr. Sengoku could only sniff with an angry expression on his face.

“The horse has no name. Since she likes to make trouble, me and the principal used to call her Silly Black.”

“Black silly?” satoru said with a surprised expression.

Hearing Mr. Sengoku's introduction, the black horse instantly made a dissatisfied voice. Although he did not understand human speech, he still seemed to know that it was more like a mockery than a name. Of course, that made him dissatisfied.

“How about giving it a name?” satoru asked with a nervous expression.

From a long time ago, Satoru liked to name his friend's pets. He never kept pets. After all, considering how sad it was to lose his grandfather's big black dog made him feel a bit scared.

Little Satoru was afraid that his pet would die. It made her sad and unable to eat or sleep well.

“Do what you want to do.”

After saying that, Mr. Sengoku looked at the 1st grade students and continued.

“I have an interest. So if you have a problem, you can ask a 3rd class senior. They can definitely guide you well.”

After saying that, Mr. Sengoku immediately left. It seems to want to try to find and chase after the fleeing Natsumi.

Recalling the beautiful but somewhat childish girl made Satoru sigh while shaking his head. The young man then began to pull the reins slowly, telling the black horse to walk slowly.

While enjoying the afternoon breeze, the young man said, “I want to give you a name, but confused what name suits you.”

Hearing the black horse snort suspiciously, Satoru put on a wry smile. He shrugged his shoulders and explained.

“Of course I won't call you with Silly Black or a random name like that. It would be cool if you had a quality call. What about Ebony Shadow? Black Marsh's? Black Mist's? A kurogiri? Errr ... it is less suitable.”

Satoru had already sensed how fast and ferocious the dark horse was, so he thought of another suitable name. After a while, the young man continued to mutter.

After thinking for a moment, satoru's eyes finally sparkled.

“From now on, I will call you Dark Ray (dark light)!”

***

Next morning.

Walking towards the stables, Ono stared towards Satoru with a curious expression on his face.

“It seems that you are really excited, Satoru-san?”

“Yes. I'm a little happy to meet Dark Ray. Besides, I just got in touch with riding when I was here. It feels, it is indeed interesting and quite pleasant.” Satoru humming.

“Dark Ray?”

“That's the name I gave the dark horse. I mean, he was really quick and knocked me down hard. She looked fast and strong like a dark ray, so I felt that the name was suitable for her.”

“...”

Looking at the seemingly happy Satoru, Ono could only shrug his shoulders. He wanted to say something, but was afraid of ruining the young man's fantasy.

For example, the name Satoru gave was not an official name, so there was no need to care how the dark horse was called. Moreover, they were students, not real horse owners. Without waiting for the pass, they would still have to part with those horses in 3rd grade. According to Ono ...

It is better not to make the relationship too close because the closer, the harder it is to separate.

Ono was quite certain that Satoru understood such a thing. It's just that his first experience, excitement, and happiness made his fantasies melt his rationality. Although it did not have too bad an impact, but he could only hope that his friend would soon come to his senses.

“In addition, I also have to name some of those little piglets. According to the master teacher, there are four mothers, so there are four small babies who are malnourished and need to be cared for starting today.

Do you have any ideas, Ono? There's no way I'm calling them all Hachi right?”

“Cannot!” ono said firmly.

Hearing Ono's serious expression, Satoru felt confused. The young man tilted his head.

“What do you mean?”

“You cannot name those piglets, Satoru-san!”

“Why?”

“I may have never raised a pig, chicken, cow, or other consumable animal. However, from what I heard and found out, we can't name those animals.

Not because of shit or anything like that. It's just that, if you give them a name, it will bring you closer to them. That way, when entering the harvest and ready to cut, are you able to let them cut just like that?”

Hearing Ono's words, Satoru felt his head doused with cold water. The young man could not help but sigh long. If he really did, he believes the pain was more or less the same as what he experienced when his grandfather's dog died.

“Thank you Ono. If you don't talk about it now, it might be too late.”

Satoru was not stupid at all, so he immediately thanked him. He knows how important it is to hold back. Besides, if we can't control what we do ...

It usually ends in chaos.

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