Running Away From The Hero! (Remake) Chapter 13

RATH 13
TL: Eevee

2. What is this. Scary. (6)

#9 Their story: the future hero’s story.

“There is no such thing as evil in this world. Only people living with their own ideals.”

The reason this stuck in my head was because the beating was lighter at the time.

Ahh, just how foolish was I.

In the end all I could do was get hit.

“Imagine someone killed a woman right in front of your eyes. What would you do then?”
“Kuk!”

“What do you think, No.17.”

Since I wasn’t saying anything, he asked No.17 instead. Now that I think about it she’s here as well.

Mmm. Then stop him!

…And look at No.1000’s personality. As I thought I can’t rely on her.

That weapon is still hitting me even now!

Now I’m almost crawling on the ground and no one’s looking my way. Ahh, damn it!

Well, so what?
Stop hitting me!

And because of my damn father who sees this as perfectly normal so I can’t even go home?!

So stop hitting me!

Ah, wait, why am I not fainting? Is my body this sturdy?

No, is it just my imagination that just the pain is intensifying?

“Iii, Inst….ructor. S,stop….”

At this moment I wanted to cry ~God is dead~ at the top of my voice, but more importantly I needed to stop that hand moving on autopilot.

“Save me…”

Uh… I’m sleepy. Mm. I think I can see my departed mother waving her hands over there?

Maybe it’s because because she died giving birth to me but I don’t think voice chat is supported.

I shouldn’t cross over?

***

“Oh, he’s dead.”

At No.1000’s words, the hand that had been clutching my ankle quivered and dropped.

“This is not slack enough to kill him with just that.”

“He’ll probably be better after a night’s sleep.”

No.1000 nodded and dragged off No.1’s body.

She’s grabbing his legs and dragging them at waist height, and his head keeps bumping into things.

Maybe if the organization had a shortage of people that could handle paperwork, but it’s not even like they’re lacking manpower.

Could you say that the social security is unexpectedly good unlike what you’d expect from an evil organization?

“Enter.”
“Yes.”

The one who entered the room was surprisingly enough, No.1000.

“What’s the matter?”

Pretending to casually look over my documents, I slipped my left hand under my desk.

Hmph. If the plate over my stomach is thin, then what I need to do is alpha strike before my stomach gets knifed!

This is already my space, a few buttons under my desk can activate all kinds of hidden weapons and traps!

Or, to kill me to survive the longest?

“I want to be a winner.”

Pit pat.

“Do you know what you need to survive the longest.”
“Food.”
“Correct.”

If you can’t eat you die.

“Strength.”
“Correct.”

“Luck.”
“An essential part.”

And life is a giant shitty RNG game!

If you’re lucky then everything falls into your lap even if you do nothing.

Hm. To think she’d request extra training.

If it was No.1 then the compensation wouldn’t match the price, but No.1000 is different.

I’ve said this before, but this No.1000 is the number given during primary training.

“And teaching you that should be my role as an instructor.”

#10 Their story: Mirua’s story.

-The path to live long and prosper-

Food was my life’s objective.

But now that I think about it, that was just because I was struggling to survive.

Why do I want to live? Why do we struggle in order to survive? I don’t understand even when I think about it.

“A bit later.”

No.17 made an expression that something was wrong, but she didn’t seem to care much further and went into her room.

I let go of the door handle.

Yes. In order to survive. That method would be the best.

“Yes.”

Yes, I had always been running.

Like that, always, I would run away.

Grit.

I bit down on my lips. The iron taste of blood filled my lips.

One step, another, I walk closer to the instructor.

“Do you know what you need to survive the longest.”

Finally, the instructor looked at me and said with a slight smile.

What you need to survive? Of course I know that.

“Correct.”

See. Even the instructor acknowledges it.

“Strength.”

“Correct.”

See. Even the instructor acknowledges it.

“Luck.”

“An essential part.”

“And…”

“Can you not think of anything else?”
“Yes.”

“And teaching you that should be my job.”

If I can survive?

That means…

With that, the instructor left without any more words.

There was no command for me to turn back either. He didn’t even ask me for my opinion. He believed in me, and led me here.

“Life and death is always together.”

Muttering those words I opened the door.

Fik!

“Uht?!”

I barely dodged something that grazed my cheek.

The instructor was always right.

So I understand you, instructor. I understand you, instructor…

But an arrow flying towards my head the moment I open the door is too much… Sob.

AN: Hands up who remembers Sermir

TN: TIL RATH and DK&H are essentially in the same universe lol

It has come to my attention that the number of comments have been dwindling since Chapter 9, the last of my first mass release. Now I’m not asking for Sousetsuka or Reigokai-level commentary. But considering I’m not getting compensated in any form for TLing this except reader commentary, having more comments would be nice and maybe, just maybe might make me happy enough to release more chapters. Hint hint.

Cou??: 7

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