The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 214 - 214: A Caring Mother

The group barely had time to react before Alex effortlessly vaulted over the tall fence and landed inside the academy grounds. Kota and Takashi exchanged glances, each noticing the astonishment in the other's eyes. They didn't quite grasp the meaning behind Alex's earlier claim that he was a ninja.

In Kota's imagination, vivid scenes from anime popped up—ninjas dressed in black, darting across rooftops and tossing shurikens. Takashi, still a teenager at heart, pictured something similar: masked warriors wielding katanas and moving in complete silence. Yet, whatever their preconceived notions, Alex didn't fit the image in the slightest. His blue coat, black t-shirt, and equally dark pants were a far cry from traditional ninja attire. And the massive double-bladed axe in his hands? That was the complete opposite of subtle.

Before anyone in the group could stop him to discuss a plan, Alex had already disappeared behind the fence.

"How long do you think it'll take him to get back? Or, you know, to finish off all the bandits inside?" Kota asked with interest, glancing at Takashi.

Kota knew Alex had been a mercenary—Alex had mentioned it himself once. That alone reassured him that Alex could handle a group of armed amateurs without breaking a sweat.

Takashi tore his gaze away from the fence Alex had just vaulted and looked at Kota. He paused for a moment, considering. It was clear that Alex was far stronger than he appeared. The idea that a group of bandits could pose any threat to him seemed laughable.

"Honestly, no idea. But judging by how he handled the zombies, I don't think it'll take him long. Especially considering his background as a mercenary," Takashi replied, analyzing the situation.

Kota and the other male officers nodded in agreement. They all knew about Alex's past as a mercenary and had witnessed his incredible strength firsthand. The fact that he'd single-handedly dealt with a massive horde of zombies spoke volumes about his skill level.

"Don't you two feel a little ashamed, talking about him like that? He's your friend, after all. Especially you, Kota!" Merna suddenly interjected, grabbing Kota by the ear.

"Ow, ow, Merna! I didn't mean anything bad! I was just curious! You know, it's normal guy talk among friends!" Kota tried to defend himself, all the while struggling to free his ear from her grip.

The other men stepped back, doing their best to stifle their laughter. They'd seen this scenario play out before—female officers putting Kota in his place—and it always provided good entertainment. Some even silently wished him patience and good luck. Takashi, meanwhile, carefully stepped back, wary of getting dragged into the commotion.

"It doesn't matter! You know as well as I do that even a stray bullet can be fatal!" added another female officer, grabbing Kota's other ear.

Kota scrambled to explain himself, trying to calm their anger, though his efforts were clumsy at best. It took him a good couple of minutes to appease them, leaving his ears bright red in the process. The other men, meanwhile, couldn't stop laughing, each silently noting that if they ever got girlfriends, they'd have to tread very carefully to avoid ending up like Kota.

So caught up were they in the scene that they momentarily forgot Alex had infiltrated the school to clear it of bandits and rescue the survivors. But soon, Kota's communicator buzzed to life with Alex's voice:

"It's done. The area is clear. You can come in and start evacuating the survivors."

"Well, looks like he handled it on his own. Time to move in," Kota said, rubbing his still-burning ears.

The group nodded in agreement and began getting into their vehicles to drive onto the academy grounds. Once they arrived, they stepped out of the cars and entered through the main entrance. Alex explained to Kota which classroom the survivors were in, and the group followed him inside.

At the very first corner, they came across a headless corpse. One of the male officers, Matsuda, crouched down to examine the body.

"What is it, Matsuda?" Samura asked, stepping closer.

"Hmm… I don't even know how to explain this. The head of this bandit looks like it was crushed by a press," Matsuda said, inspecting the remains. "But there's no press here. I'm almost certain our leader did this with his bare hands."

Everyone instinctively looked at the corpse, silently processing Matsuda's words. Samura also crouched down beside it, recalling his past when he worked under an old detective.

"Maybe he's a martial arts master?" Samura suggested, furrowing his brow. "I remember a case I worked on with that detective involving someone like that. The file mentioned that martial arts masters are capable of incredible feats. They're incredibly strong and agile, especially the older ones. They say the older a master gets, the more powerful they become."

Merna crossed her arms, deep in thought.

"But Alex is young. You just said most martial arts masters are usually old men."

"Well, maybe he's a prodigy or something," Samura shrugged. "I don't know much about it. If it weren't for that case, I'd never have known people like that even existed."

The group could only nod in agreement. The world of martial arts was far removed from their own experiences, leaving them unable to grasp its intricacies.

Takashi sighed quietly. He wasn't surprised that Alex had crushed a bandit's head with his bare hands. He knew Alex wasn't ordinary—especially given their past encounter when Takashi, still David at the time, found himself in a strange place after his death.

"Or maybe he's an Adeptus Astartes! They're strong and dangerous too!" Kota said enthusiastically. "Even his robo-dog is equipped with weapons from that universe!"

"This isn't a video game, Kota. Calm down," Merna said, smacking him on the head.

"I was just saying," Kota muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

Pulling their gazes away from the decapitated body, the group continued on. On the second floor, they encountered another gruesome sight: a bandit's head had been literally embedded into the wall. Moving further, they noticed a small pool of blood seeping out from one of the classrooms.

Peeking inside, Samura saw the dismembered bodies of bandits piled in a corner as if they'd been herded there and then slaughtered. She shut the door and shook her head, indicating there was nothing more to see.

At last, they reached the classroom where Alex and the survivors were waiting. Opening the door, they found Alex lounging lazily in a chair, a cigarette in hand. His massive power axe was propped up against the wall beside him.

"Yo. Took you long enough," Alex said with a lazy wave.

"We just wanted to see how you dealt with the bandits," Matsuda replied, stepping into the classroom.

Alex only smiled and gestured toward the survivors. The officers approached the people, began talking to them, explaining who they were and what they did. While they were helping, Kota and Takashi approached Alex and stood next to him, watching the scene unfold.

"Samura said you're a martial arts master. Is that true?" Kota asked with undisguised curiosity.

"You could say that. But what exactly do you mean by that?" Alex replied, turning his head toward Kota.

"Is there a difference?" Takashi asked, slightly confused.

"Of course. A martial arts master usually specializes in one style. But I can replicate any move as long as I've seen it once," Alex explained, tossing his cigarette out the window.

"So, you just watch someone fight and can immediately repeat it?" Takashi asked, trying to process what he'd heard.

"Yeah, you probably have a legendary body, specifically designed for martial arts," Kota suddenly declared, nodding as if he were a sage who had discovered the truth.

Alex's eye twitched, and he felt the urge to kick Kota for that absurd comment. Even Takashi looked at him like he was a weirdo. Sensing their stares, Kota blushed and pretended he hadn't said anything.

"Could you train me? Well, if it's possible?" Takashi asked, deciding it was time to learn something new.

"Hmmm, for starters, you'll need to get a little stronger. Right now, your body... how should I put it... it's like a twig," Alex replied, scanning Takashi from head to toe.

Takashi nervously twitched his eye. The comparison to a twig clearly struck a nerve. Kota, noticing this, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? At least I don't look like a balloon," Takashi grumbled, kicking Kota in the leg.

"This isn't fat! It's special protection from the cold. You just don't understand," Kota dismissed, rubbing the bruised spot.

"Alright, enough from you two," Alex interrupted them. "Once we're in a calmer environment and have more space, I'll start your training, Takashi. If you want, Kota, you can join in."

"No thanks. I prefer weapons. Just give me something from your arsenal. Even better — something from the Warhammer universe," Kota declared, rubbing his hands together as if waiting for a gift.

Alex looked at Kota and simply shook his head. He was thinking about whether he should give Kota a weapon from his arsenal, choosing one that wouldn't tear the poor guy's arms off with the first shot.

While Alex, Takashi, and Kota were chatting, the officers finished questioning the rescued people, learning about their situation.

Samura approached Alex and explained that they were residents from nearby houses who had come to the school seeking shelter. However, they had encountered yet another group of bandits. Alex just shook his head, realizing how much luck mattered in a world like this.

Escaping from zombies only to fall into the hands of bandits—truly a misfortune. Without commenting on what he'd heard, he led the survivors outside to take them to the shelter they had set up in a bank building.

The rescued people were no longer afraid of Alex and silently followed him. The officers, Takashi, and Kota walked behind, covering the group in case of danger. When they stepped outside, the people sighed with relief, glad they had managed to escape.

Alex glanced at the vehicle that Kota's group had arrived in and realized that it definitely wouldn't fit all the people. He asked everyone to stay in place and went off to find suitable transportation. As he surveyed the area around the academy, Alex discovered a small minibus used for transporting small cargo. Sitting behind the wheel, he headed back to the school to collect the people.

When Alex returned, he noticed that the rescued people and the officers were unloading supplies taken from the bandits, including weapons and ammunition. Seeing the minibus, the group quickly began loading the loot into it. Alex explained to the rescued people that everyone in their group worked for the common good, and the people willingly helped.

After loading everything necessary and seating the people in the vehicle, Alex drove off first, sticking his hand out the window to signal Kota's group to follow. Upon reaching the bank shelter, Alex entered the secured area and parked. The rescued people watched with relief as they saw the safety of the bank. Hearing about a safe shelter was one thing, but seeing it with their own eyes was completely different.

Getting out of the vehicle, Alex noticed that Rebecca and the other girls had already arrived. There were many new parts around the bus they were preparing for modifications. Apparently, the girls had worked seriously during their

Looking at the sunset, Alex thought about how the next day he'd have to head to the Takagi estate to talk to Saya's parents.

To be continued...