I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

This is the story of an ordinary boy who was everywhere.

From him, about two years ago at the end of April.

At that time before the GW, as with the public flow, the boy and his family...

It's been a long time since we've all planned a trip.

The boy, who was very excited, rushed home that day when school was over.

But suddenly he is deceived (...), as if he were going to fall into something or be sucked out.

When he noticed, the boy, alone in nature as far as he could see, panicked.

I didn't do any arousal scattering from personality elements, but it would also be natural to be often flashy.

When I returned it to you, I gave it back. I didn't know what to do in the end and it continued.

A boy only thirteen years old with no survival knowledge or skill can only wander.

Mobile waves don't go through, forests full of plants I've never seen or heard of.

Butterflies with horns. Fire-spitting ravioli. A strange bird boasts the immensity of a jumbo jet dancing in the sky.

He was desperately deceiving himself and distracting himself from reality, but the limits come.

If I ran selflessly obsessed with fear for a giant freak bird, I'd be lucky to get through the woods by chance.

But luck is that much.

Running away from the birds and through the woods appeased him, but at the same time he realized it.

To be precise, I had to admit it. That this is a different world.

To the extent of small animals, they could still be deluded. He said he just didn't know.

But there is no way that such a giant bird is supposedly on Earth and unknown to the world.

He admitted that it was then that he had finally reached another world.

The type-loving boy knew some of the story of the hand.

Being able to understand that early would be a plus or minus zero when it comes to happiness or unhappiness.

I understood the situation correctly, but I also understood that there was nothing I could do about it.

The boy is about to be anxiously crushed as he walks away from the woods.

Why have you come to another world? What should we do now? Can I see people?

Will you help yourself if I see you? Is this a different world with people in the first place?

How do I explain what happened to me if I was there?

Think about that and you'll just be anxious to think about it, and by thinking about it, the boy protects himself.

He was undoing it with another anxiety to drive the anxiety he least wanted to think about into a corner of his head.

But in the end, I lost my anxiety to think about it, and I thought about it so much.

- Can you go home?

To that house. Can I go home to that house where my parents and brothers wait?

My heart boiled down to such an extraordinary at the same time, while being attacked by a great sense of despair.

The exhilaration as if he had become a cartoon or comic book protagonist - cools in an instant.

He was too much of a dreamer to believe that.

He himself conjures himself that it is just a vanity or a escape from reality to escape despair.

- No, I'm sure I'm trying to save this world. - There's no way they're gonna call me that.

I know instantly, and I can't even get drunk on stupid ideas.

Still, he managed to find something small rural and reassured himself not least.

The boy finds out that it was an obscenity that lasted less than five minutes.

As a matter of course, Japanese doesn't speak all languages as far as the boy knows.

Anyway, this is a different world.

It is not the place where the knowledge and common sense of the original world prevail.

Then it was only natural that the language used was even different.

Turns out it was the only salvation in a world with “humans” who looked alike.

The boy is not very communicative and doesn't even get through the gesture well.

And there's no way that Japanese middle school students who don't even have special training have any work to do in rural areas.

A weak child who suddenly shows up from the rural people and can't speak.

Bad luck overlaps even more. In this world, the language used by humans is unified.

Only races hostile to humans used different languages.

Translation magic (...) exists but it does not convey such a thing to rural villages in the country.

There was no way that it could be translated in a world where Japanese did not exist where it was transmitted.

And as much as they looked alike, I guess they looked extra creepy.

In the end he had to leave the village so that he could escape, so that he could be expelled.

The boy's days since then are no good for flattery.

It's not like there wasn't anyone there to help you.

It's not like there weren't any people I knew and became friends with.

Thanks to these people I learned the words and the rules of this world.

But the fact that he was an otherworldly man caused the incident because of his actions.

Not one or two humans are unhappy or dead for that matter.

That's why he didn't settle anywhere and spent two years wandering around the world looking for a way to get home.

He said it was because of him. I wish I wasn't here.

That way there was a human who didn't have to be unhappy.

Then there was a human without dying.

Given that, being in this world any longer,

It seemed horrible to relate to someone, and the boy was desperate to go home.

Sometimes I felt compelled to do so.

But the means to cross into the other world. It's also a dream story in this world that means going back to the world where it was originally.

Even with an excellent magical culture that is widespread in everyday life, the walls of the world cannot be exceeded by it alone.

It also required another skill or knowledge to try to get to where it was intended.

But I couldn't even find a hint, and the boy gave up once. I have to give up.

No matter what prestigious scholar or wizard you ask, flip through the library boasting many books.

Whether you investigate the ruins that remain from antiquity or the legends of every tribe.

Nowhere, not even a clue as to the means of return exists.

By then, the boy had no problems if he was going to live anymore. He had knowledge and skills at his disposal.

So I decided to live here permanently, even though I felt like a throwaway.

Trying to live secluded in secluded places.

That's the way to live, isn't it?

He solidified his determination with the difficult idea of determining whether he was giving up or comforting.

He also joked and told that to those around him at the time, hiding the truth.

I can't be with them all the time, but I can stay with them for a while.

Enjoy those days a little, then try to get away.

If you can make that your last memory, you decide you're happy.

─ ─ When he found a way home, the boy was halfway there.

He said he wondered if someone somewhere was harassing himself rather than happy.

It's not like there weren't any humans who made friendship, but trauma makes distance.

The closer we get to each other, the better people we think we are.

I continued my journey for a reason that I was afraid to be nearby.

There's nowhere I can go home.

I was afraid to make it. The boy was too terrified to make it and lose it again.

Dreaming of a family in my hometown, I hoped a little, but not once.

To not see, to not see, to be frightened myself several times, which is why I remember.

- I want to go home.

I miss my minor memories with my parents and brothers, and they are painful.

Will my mother be fine and laughing as usual?

Hasn't my father been treated so badly that he is alone?

Hasn't my sister had another fight with the boys?

Hasn't my brother been caught up in it and cried?

- I want to go home.

I really remember, but that makes it really hard.

And no matter how much you look into it, you won't find a way back, only the impossible evidence will come together.

That's why I gave up desperately.

I can't even imagine how much that determined boy's thoughts were.

Even so, he was finding it as light as a joke and his anger was creeping up.

It is the boy's honest desire to go home if he can go home, although he is exasperated by too much irrationality.

I will return if I can erase the danger of remaining in this world again.

But in order to do that, the boy who found out he needed to enter the treasure trove at Demon King's Castle...

The soldiers of the Demon King's Army who were in the castle were almost simultaneously running to search for intruders.

The entrance to and exit from the outside is blocked by a gathered crowd and the windows themselves are few in this country, which is originally dim.

I think I can get in and out of some of them. If we break security on them, the rest is a bag of rats.

With so many soldiers in mind, the intruder mask in question is:

I stopped my leg in a place where I knew (...) the movement from the beginning.

Harsh and enormous doors don't seem too heavy to be opened by one assassin.

I don't even see a gap as a 'door' without a door knob or a handle in the first place.

If you didn't know, you'd think it was a wall pattern. It was a truth door and an entrance to that room.

Unfabricated, the assassin flies swinging the blood of the demon king on his hand to paint the door.

As soon as I could, the door trembled and closed itself. I let it open. As if you were welcome.

…………

to a system that opens up just to get blood, even though you were asking (...) beforehand

The question arises as to whether assassins can do that as a crime prevention system.

But this is a room that won't open without the blood of the Demon King himself or the Demon King.

Regardless of the former, the latter is difficult unless they are enough to defeat the present/demon king.

“Hurt the Demon King's body” is no easier story than that word.

It was a shame that the assassin who made it easy, albeit a farce, had no sense of it.

When you open enough for each person to pass, you go inside and now you close from the inside.

That's all the room is in a safe zone. No one can find an assassin unless the Demon King opens it.

- Until someone finds out there's a blood trail.

"Phew... I'm tired"

Until then, it will be absolutely safe and the sound inside will not be heard outside.

For the first time out of that relief, the assassin spoke out when he exhaled.

But that sounds so made that you don't even know if it's a man or a woman, old or young.

The assassin himself noticed it and made only a move to remove it with his hands in front of the mask.

At that moment, the mask disappeared and the assassin exposed his hidden face.

"It's integrated, so sometimes you forget it."

It was - horribly enough, a child - who spilled pompous solitude but turned his gaze around him.

A boy with dark brown eyes with long black bossy hair who looks like he would be somewhere in 'Japan'.

The back length is neither low nor high, but the physique is detailed, no hegemony, but the presence is not diminished.

Normal enough that no one would believe he was an assassin if he hadn't put his black clothes together.

If you get mixed up in the crowd, you're going to lose sight of it in a heterogeneous city.

Therefore, he in this room could not help but stand out and stand out.

A room stacked enough to fill the room with a bunch of blinking gold and brilliant gems.

That's the treasure trove of Demon King Castle. is the treasure that the Historical Demon King has engulfed in his history,

A place where magic guides of various effects, which can at the same time be considered trump cards for them, are also kept.

The overly mediocre black monochrome boy standing there has instead become evil noticeable.

I don't feel half the way out of place, but I look around without the wind that I cared about.

"... Hey, Guiol. How am I supposed to find him out of all this?

The treasure trove itself is so vast that the floor is invisible.

If you gaze closely, you are buried with treasure swords, armor, and a mask that seems to be in danger (...).

I want to complain to a man who's not here when I think about looking for what I'm looking for.

None of them, including gold and silver treasures, are what the boy wants.

Also lacking in monetary greed, he feels nothing in front of his heartfelt treasures.

"Sure... you went in and went straight ahead.

............... is that beyond this pile of sand gold, huh "

About him sighs when he sees a pile of sand gold that seems like he can play and live his life hundreds of times.

I ascend and descend to the other side to jump that golden hill as I slump.

There was a thing there for his purpose as taught. No, it was seated.

"Why are you so unconstructive? Why are you so well-decorated?"

It is decorated on a luxurious pedestal made of gold with an irreplaceable pendant.

Blue liquid swayed inside the likely chain everywhere and the clear sphere ahead.

"Shaking?

Oh, you've got all the soldiers working hard.

If we don't hurry, we'll find this place sooner than planned. "

Think of it as the vibration they move around and get a little zoomed out.

I put it on my own neck when I took it in my hand to take the pendant away immediately.

I bumped into the three-day moon pendant that I originally wore on my neck and wobbled again.

Then spread the spiritual cloth that was wrapped around the neck and cloaked onto the treasure and ride.

The cloth depicted geometric demonic squares, and the magic was already running.

"Don't worry. The coordinates are fixed. I also did dozens of experiments.

All you have to do is use this to actually transfer it.

Let's see if it still works. Enjoy it, though. "

It's a whine like telling someone, but the boy makes his expression strong with nervousness.

Pre-preparedness is perfect, but still anxiety about failure does not go away.

But it is also the anxiety that has been with me ever since I found this way back.

I gave up on not being able to go home again for once, but now that I know how, I can't just not try.

"... it's not like this is an uncomfortable world to live in. But...

Just being there is annoying, so it's not where I should be. "

The sight of a city born and raised back in the brain. Childhood memories. Home with family.

Days never many but no other love with good friends.

Grasp the two pendants by consolidating your determination that that's where you should be.

treasure balls with the immense magic that the demon kings of history kept hoarding for what if and

A silver three-day moon pendant like the one sold in a bundle of three sentences at some store.

The strong grip on them signals and the magic formation starts to activate and emit a pale light.

"Oh, I'm going home... I'll never, I'm going home!!

I think I'm about to lose the sickness of a strange floating sensation that's different from normal metastatic magic.

What floats behind my brain is the look of a family that suddenly separated two years ago, and with that in mind, I could step on it.

Meet. I want to see you. As determined as I am to absolutely see him again, as I wish, the boy screams.

And he disappeared so that he could be enveloped in the light.

─ ─ ─ From anywhere in the other world "Farandia"

... here we are.

The boy was convinced that he was definitely back when he saw it.

Arriving in an unpopular forest as specified, he saw hope in artificial lights.

And out on the concrete road I haven't seen and touched in a while, and after a while,

A group of black-haired Japanese appeared in front of them who were never in Farandia.

License plates with Japanese numbers and place names on wagon cars and jeeps lined up.

They definitely spoke 'Japanese' and just heard it he was going to cry “.

It has taken shape in the past because something too unexpected is happening.

"Don't move!

Even a strong and intimidating voice is just Japanese and the boy has something sticking up his chest.

But that's also the story if you haven't been pointed at a noisy gunpoint that glows black.

Even that kind of thing just makes me feel a little nostalgic for myself.

What is going on?

I am not comfortable with the confusion about the situation in front of me and the excitement of a successful return.

It was good to see people. Besides, I was lucky to have returned safely to my country.

If you're not surrounded by militia-like (...) people as soon as you get back, though.

"2218, I'm detaining you on charges of trespassing from another world, do it!

─ ─ ─ With Doyuko!?

─ ─ -April of this year, the boy returns

Unfortunately for him, fortunately for the world...