Reborn as the Hero's Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More!

The boy mumbled on my thrown water bottle.

This was more like a fear of retaliation when he didn't listen than to say he was thirsty.

From that attitude, I can see what kind of response he receives on a daily basis.

"Calm down?

I didn't have much left over from the original, so I think I drank it up right away.

Anticipating when I let go of my mouth, I called out again.

To that question, Auntie and the boy return the answer.

"Ugh, yeah."

"What's going on at this hour? I don't think it's time for the kids to leave."

"Even you... Oh, I'm sorry."

"I don't mind. I don't care about words."

Guess you apologized for arguing against me, and I told you so.

Advice, the boy looks at this with a surprised look.

"I have no prejudice against the half devil. So don't worry about it."

"That's right... rarely - ah!

"Yeah, it just pisses me off to treat you like a freak, doesn't it?

He jumps off a ton of lumber, circles behind the boy and pulls both cheeks from behind.

My movements involving yarn all over my body and muscle aid would have been unstoppable to the boy's eyes.

He gets his back lightly taken, and the boy rams away-away while his cheeks are pulled.

I punished him for one thing and took the distance again.

"Ah... wow"

"Hmm?"

"Because it's fast, I'm surprised"

"Oh, movement? Be a little creative."

I jumped with a ton again and jumped over the boy's head.

Though low in muscle strength, the body that moves belongs to a young girl. For light minutes, effects in terms of speed and bouncing force are visible. Still, compared to the muscle strength of a large adult...... somewhat lacking, though.

"How do you do that?

"Do you hear that before you hear the name?

"Oh, I'm sorry... I say cloud"

"Yes, I..."

After I said that, I realized. I'm pretty much getting a name in this city.

If you name it here, it's possible you'll find out that you're secretly training at night. Or it's very likely.

"Uh, yeah, my name is Reid."

"Reid? The Six Heroes?

"Yeah, yeah. Coolest guy ever!

There's something wrong with doing this to yourself... well, it's in front of the kids, and you're allowed to get on with it a little bit, right?

"You're the first one to die."

"Buccolos"

"Hino!?

Cloud to be extended cheeks again. Don't you have a light mouth? Were you right not to name your real name?

"If you're a half demon too, show some respect, Cora!

"Excuse me! Excuse me!

Pull. Okay, but this guy's cheek, don't stretch out unexpectedly. Interesting.

And it came to pass, even unto the half demon of his brethren, that he was a little irritated.

It could have been Tengu because it was all about talent that my ratings have been up lately.

"So, but that guy is the exception. Six heroes transcend half demons and such."

"Well, hey..."

No one criticizes six heroes in this world.

The feat of crusading evil dragons, who have destroyed three northern kingdoms and have sacrificed hundreds of thousands of them to reach millions, is so great.

Even if I was half a demon in my previous life, none of us would criticize it loudly.

If you can find what you say, you'll be pulled in front of the dragon saying, 'Then you do it'.

Even with such accomplishments, it has not helped to improve the status of the semidemons.

I am only an 'exception'.

"You... No, Cloud, are you being persecuted, too?

"Uh, yeah... the..."

Cloud caged his mouth in my words. The same is true of this attitude alone.

"What happened to my parents?

I live in an orphanage.

"Are you kidding each other? The checks around here must have gotten tough."

Semi-demonic children have many cases that can be thrown out of their disgust. The probability of being born one in hundreds originally makes it difficult to do so either.

A different appearance from a person. Too minority of late helplessness. That's why you exist just fine to persecute. That's the half demon.

Therefore, it is not so uncommon to say that there are half demon children in the orphanage.

But since one of my cases, orphanage checks have been tighter in Raum, so that kind of persecution shouldn't have happened...

"Yeah, the teacher said to get along. But..."

"Oh, I see. Kids are innocent, and there's no forgiveness."

A child fig can be cruel enough to pull off even adults in a way.

He's probably been victimized like that, too.

"So you asked me how I was going to do my earlier move"

"Yeah."

"To retaliate?

"... yeah"

A child's hierarchy depends on whether he can exercise or study.

If I can move earlier, I can get out of a swamp called a shark. I can't help but think so.

Even I know how that feels.

I was also persecuted at a young age, and that's why I turned my rebellion into a sense of justice and asked for strength.

And the sentiment went wild, allowances or gradually culpable evil, and became fearful as an assassin.

The boy in front of me can say two melons in my childhood in a borderline way.

As it is, there is a chance that you will start to storm for strength, just like me.

"Well, this is a move that uses a little special technology, so I guess I can't master that on you..."

"Oh well... I can't"

God's blessing (gift) that gives overwhelming irrationality. The ability to derive from it is tantamount to being declared a power not available to ordinary people. It's better for him to do it with certainty that he can't do it than to give him bad hope.

My technique in the first place is a move I polished out, and I don't even have that kind of maneuverability with Lyell.

But leaving the snug, shoulder-dropping cloud alone has no aftertaste whatsoever.

"But if it's about the basic way to fight, I can teach you."

"Really!?

Cloud with a sudden smile on his face. Is this floating intensity specific to the child or is this the only one?

Then I lectured him lightly on how to use the sword, after preaching to him how to use it.

It is a versatile orthodox sword and shield takeover because I just didn't think I could master the use of yarn.

A sword can get you in any town, and a shield is an effective piece of equipment to protect you. Unlike armor, even children can gain adequate defense.

Besides, I was once unable to gather my people after the party was broken up. This is undeniable that my special tactic has become a neck.

I don't want him to step on the same footing as me. I would also like to place as much emphasis on the thing of versatility as possible for this purpose.

Then I promise to teach you if I see you again at night.

That's how I had my first apprentice.