Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

September 20th, weekday. The huge school building at the private White Ridge School swallows students attending carefree school at the third holiday.

Time to ring if the chime of commencement is more than enough. More than half of my students had already taken their seats in my two-year, seven-pack classroom, or took their seats and enjoyed their morning time while they were bickering with their classmates.

"Buhaha! Uke! So what's up, Kotaro?

This nasty laughing, well-rounded boy student is a friend of mine from middle school, Seiya Saito.

"I left it up to the two of us to see what was going on."

I was talking about what happened yesterday with a slightly fat brow. [M]

"Oh, my God, you're not well. It's such a delicious event around the corner, I might have flagged it if I tried a little harder!

"When Aoshi and Heavenly Tao show up, how can they favor me? Mostly, if I saw a real Yankee like that, I wouldn't be able to afford to think about the event."

Express your utmost honesty while gazing at your somewhat excited friend with a jitsu eye.

"Hey, but it's the four of us, right? If there were four of us, I might have been able to handle it, but really, I should have gone out with Kotaro yesterday."

How sparing a situation to help a girl, Sheng has been saying this all along just now. He is still in excellent shape today.

Though I turned my raw and warm gaze to a friend of mine with a full paranoid martial arts tradition, I thought that if this height was there but the width was unusual and he was in shape like a mighty man, he would fight much better, at least than me, if he was actually out of a quarrel.

The wooden knife of the knife, which he insists is for protection and is constantly sneaking into the backpack, may also be time to finally become active. Most importantly, I don't think the moves derived from martial arts comics can be useful if the victory can be used in action from day to day.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm just glad I didn't have to get hit. Besides, it looks like those two have been rescued."

Turn your gaze toward the group that is gathering in a mix of men and women around the front of the lecture. All of those faces look good, and the way they collude refreshingly is like a scene in a school drama.

Yudo Aosumi is among such members, his face and presence are exuded, and he literally wields so much charm that he can see it glowing. Should that figure be correctly also called the protagonist, even from the side, you will see at a glance that he is the central figure.

"The boulder is Aoshi, I can't believe you helped two girls, you're a hero on your day off."

"It's not such a splendid thing. It just happened, and Ryuichi was with me, so I just figured it out"

"But Aemon, you could have helped one person, right?

"Um, well, sure, if that's about it, I guess I can win without a wooden knife"

After listening a little bit, I received the content of such a conversation.

Aoshin said the word "can you win" is so convincing that it doesn't compare to winning because it has a proven track record of helping girls.

By the way, there is a good reason why he said wooden knives are not refused because he insists on carrying a wooden knife for protection, like someone else, but because he belongs to the Kendo Department. The bamboo knife bag I always have with my school bag also contains a wooden knife for shaking.

It's natural to hold a weapon called a wooden knife stronger than a hand-to-hand air fist, but if that's the level of certainty of the top winner of the national tournament, Ae Maon, who can even aim to win, that combat ability is overwhelming. To Omake, he seems to hang out with his childhood friend, Ryuichi Tendo, and get into fights a lot, so he also had a lot of real-world experience.

"Guru...... well, Aoshi is a pretty strong category, and it's natural for a bad quadruple to do something about them. I'm still no match for him on the boulder."

"Don't, Seung, it's too bad of a minute to hang out with Aemon."

Arm up and snort with your face. It would be my role as a friend to poke you in here.

"I know you're jealous."

Turning his eyes and ears again to the Aoshi group, it seemed that the situation of envy was actually taking place in a progression at present.

"Already, as soon as you take your eyes off your brother, this is it, weigh yourself a little"

"Haha, don't worry so much about cherry blossoms. I said I'd be fine."

The female student, who calls Aoshi his brother, is a celebrity in White Ridge School alongside him. That is not simply because he is a twin brother and sister with the same Aoshi surname, but also because his sister, Aoshi Sakura, is just as charming a person as his brother.

Glossy long dark hair with snowy white skin. The sailor clothes that surround her depict a sexy line that is out where she leaves while skinny, with slurries and long legs stretching out of her blue pleated skirt.

The head is small and the contour is thin, and the parts forming the face are as precise as if they had been created by a craftsman named God who poured his heart and blood into them. In particular, the length of the cut and the degree of completion of the large eye is exceptional. Those pitch-black eyes had a charm to call demonic.

Appearance isn't the only thing that excels. Clear brains, excellent motor nerves and go both ways in the ground. In his bow ministry, he has become a regular member of the National Convention, just like his brother in the Kendo ministry.

Now, without putting your appearance or abilities on your nose, treat them gently in the same age, with respect to those in sight - a figure like the one who wrote such a course of conduct on a picture.

She truly deserves the nickname of school idol. There is nothing a man would not admire, it is an ideal Japanese stroke.

However, there have never been rumors of floating in Aoshi cherry blossoms since school because they are perfect for my brother.

"By and large, that's how your brother always..."

Her figure, now stuffed to her brother in front of me, is a close range of intimate sleuths that is hard to say the right distance between a man and a woman. Just looking here is more than enough to observe that the distance between the two is physically and psychologically close. Personal space is what it was.

"Ha..."

I distract myself from sighing at the figure of my beautifully shaped brothers and sisters who just seem to love me like that, but as always, that conversation pops into my ears.

"- Be me, at all, a little worried"

"Sorry, I'll be careful next time"

And, from time to time it was a drastic winner of facial changes, but it always increased to show off the jealous facial arts that seemed to hear the toothpick.

No, not at all, falling in love with that Aoshi cherry blossom won't pay off, either. I can't find a word to say to a friend whose defeat is certain before the battle of love begins.

Seung fell in love with her at first sight when she was in school. But I couldn't laugh when I heard about it. Because there are too many patients in love at first sight with Aemon cherry blossoms. Therefore, there has been a dramatic increase last year and this year in the number of male students entering the bow club after her, and there is still no way to laugh about the bowman/Saito Seung, who is responsible for this.

Though I'm a total ghost agent now.

It's easy to tell people to give up, but what doesn't work is people's minds?

With such an objectified and pointless thought, I followed Seung's gaze and there was a sister, a cherry blossom figure, dyed her cheeks to a pearl and leaned over, with her brother stroking her head saying "I'm sorry".

After all, should I tell you to give up?

For the first time in so many peachy spaces my beautiful brothers and sisters weave, I decided to be ready to poke brutal realities, too.

A woman named Aoshi Cherry Blossom is dangerous. I drive the lives of numerous men crazy. It's not about what happens to a guy named Aoshi Cherry Blossom Fan Club in the underground, but if you think your friend is in danger of losing himself to the dark side, it's not about stopping him or her.

"Ah! Cherry blossom cheats, Yu-kun, stroke me too."

But a third force appeared here to break between the siblings and enter.

Only to middle school students, no, if bad, elementary school, or such one little girl, was forcefully jumping to Aoshi Yudo's body with a tall voice commensurate with Kinkin and his appearance, enough to say that she was surely smaller than me, one hundred and fifty-second centimeters tall.

Well, it was somewhat predictable that you would be intervened by force at this time, and that my unattractive cat eyes would come in cold gaze.

"Hey, what the hell, Raina, I can't help it"

"Uh, heh, more strokes."

"Brother, don't spoil Raina too much"

The girl, who is delighted to be stroked from Aoshi Yudo like a dog, without any intent on cherry blossom novels, is Raina Ardelheid Ayase (Ayase), two childhood tamers.

She's half or quarter, I don't know exactly, but as her last name suggests, she's a beautiful girl of a different type than Aoshi Cherry Blossom, with a slightly Japanese apart French doll-like face, anyway.

The golden twin tail that swings vigorously over my head is completely my own shade, and my eyes have a beautiful empty color, also because I never put in color contact.

"Kuha - Aoshi, seriously, I want to stroke Raina too -"

"Win, you give up"

A win that also shows the temperament of the Lolita hobby. Do you really care who the pretty girl is?

However, I can't even call Raina A. Ayase much of a pervert for a thought-provoking victory. This is because there are many men who are possessed by her charm, just like Aoshi Cherry Blossom.

Indeed, I find it fascinating that a little, thin girl who soothes a man's desire for asylum in that bright, energetic, naive character, even when I'm not Loricon.

That's why I don't feel like supporting the victory. I want you to at least show me the honesty that squeezes fate into one or the other.

And with my friend burned by such a flame of jealousy elsewhere, Aoshi Yudo enjoys a state of hua in the hands of Cherry Blossoms and Raina - no, for him, I guess he's having trouble with his little sister and a plate of sweet childhood tampering. But as a result, I'm stuck with two superb beautiful girls, besides being surrounded by friendly friends I can forgive, and I'm really making a noise of fun. I wonder if you call that the right youth.

I'm not in love with Aematsu cherry blossoms, I'm not in love with Raina A. Ayase, but seeing me admired by both men and women like Aematsu Yudo nowadays makes me remember no less of inferiority.

No, let's not, it's a nasty idea. Yoso says Yoso, we say we are.

That's just a special example. It's the same class, so I'm about to forget about its special nature because I see that rosy friendly space every day. When I was in elementary school and junior high school, there wasn't enough to make me feel the overwhelming difference between superiority and inferiority.

I have a friend in my class who laughs and chats every day. [M] It is also fun to write a light novel full of medium two disease elements in the Literature and Arts Department while being chased by the deadline of the Department magazine. When I recognised that my student life was a blessing to the Twelve, my senseless and ugly inferiority quickly fogged away.

Most of all, I would love to get along with a pretty girl. That, too, was not so painful if you think it was a concern that the vast majority of male students across Japan could have.

"Well, you're about to chime."

Second, if I looked at the classroom wall clock, the needle would have plugged in a minute before the start chime sounded.

Sometimes the teacher in charge shows up just before the chime rings, when he's about to get back to his seat. The classroom door opened with ragged noises and two figures appeared to roll in.

"Hey, don't pull that, Ryoko! It's okay, I'm a little late."

"Shut up, Ryuichi, and get to your seat now"

With such an exchange, Ryoko Ruzuki, chairman of our two-year seven-group class committee, grabbed Ryoichi Tendo's arm and snuggled his dark hair cut off with his shoulder mouth and crossed in front of Doshidoshi and Blackboard.

As a woman, her tall length is slurry and slender, and her sharp beauty Rutsuki, with her cool eyeless edgeless glasses, is not at all inferior to Heavenly Tao, a big beautiful man. No, rather, she's the one who seems worthy to stand next to him.

"Good morning, Ryuichi, have you been caught by the chairman of the committee again"

"Oops, unfortunately. You interrupted my morning clothes."

Heavenly Tao responds to your dialogue with a refreshing smile and greeting you with a sinister face that just says how grumpy you are.

"A suit? What, you had a cigarette? Let it out, Ryuichi."

"Oh, hey, wait, the price of tobacco has gone up again in the meantime, and I don't want to confiscate the guy who hasn't opened it yet -"

"Yes, confiscation"

An unopened cigarette, which was less than a hundred yen a box, gently pulled Ruzuki out of the chest pocket of the school run with his fingertips like white fish.

Heavenly Tao, who has been robbed of his hobby by resistance, is complaining about whether he can't give up, but Ruyue has not listened to the appeal at all with a cold, faceless look like Nobu.

Damn, I'm not twisted today, and I cursed him for bad luck, as a child, and my best friend Aoshi was putting on words of comfort. Again, with a refreshing smile.

"Though I like it and do it, it's hard work every morning, and so is the chairman of the committee"

There is nothing better than me snorting and agreeing to a victory in a whispering tone.

In this start-up chime critical, a serious class chairman dragging the strongest defective student into the classroom is a daily act seen almost every morning in the last two or seven groups. Rutsuki has found you from nowhere and forced you to attend.

He insists that he has no choice but to burn care in the work of the chairman of the committee, but it is clear that he deviates from the area of work of the class chairman, no matter what he thinks. That is why only the person did not know that she was' liking it 'and was accepted as an open fact in two years and seven sets.

Anyway, with this care-giving chairman showing up with bad blonde hair, before the starting chime rang, all seven classes from White Ridge School two years, gathered in the classroom.

When you look at the clock again, just, the long needle makes a small mechanical noise, indicating that time when the chime rings. Except for the day off, I hear it many times every day, and every student named Kingkong Cancún could hear the melody, but...

Gi, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle!

It sounded like such an uncomfortable metal noise that it rang all over the classroom.

"Ugh!?

What unintentionally blocked my ears was the reflexive behavior of all the students in the classroom as well as me. Some of the women scream adorably, "Come on."

Is it the occasional sound of Mike's Keene ringing accidentally on the air - no, nevertheless, this sound is too tight! Ugh, disgusting...

Outside this classroom, the tall discord that echoes from all directions of three hundred and sixty degrees is such an uncomfortable tone that it makes you nauseous. It's been in my short seventeen years of life, and I've just never heard of it, a shivering sound from the bottom of my belly.

But the sound stopped ringing on the pretense, without actually throwing up or feeling sick.

What the hell was that noise now, everyone mouthed those nuance questions, and the classroom started to have voices flying with Zawazawa.

At that time, the anomaly happens again - duh, as if to blow out the candlelight, all the light went out of the classroom.

"What, blackouts!?

Sudden darkness, loss of any light, surrounded by darkness that doesn't even see the face of the fat friend in front of you.

A blackout, is a dialogue I gave myself, but in view of this situation closed to total darkness, I would immediately deny it.

Because it's morning now. The time is 8: 45. The weather continued yesterday with a stunning autumnal sunny sky. The windows were not as open as they were in the summer, but there were no white curtains, and the light of the sun slipped through the large classroom windows. Until two seconds ago.

How come it's dark out there?

Inside the classroom, it finally became noisy. Flying screams are mixed not only for girls, but also for boys. Or an anger.

I can't keep saying anything but the first voice. [M] Still recognizing that he was in an anomaly, an unpleasant sweat conveyed his cheeks.

"Oh, hey, Kotaro, what the hell is this, why is it getting so dark? Are you dodgy?"

The voice of victory is obviously trembling with anxiety, but I can't afford to point that out and make a fool of myself. I'm the same freak. [M]

"Wow, I don't know... but it's not like I'm dodgy"

The extent to which it can happen in real life, if it's enough to actually cause a blackout. But I can't think of a way to keep all the windows where the natural sunlight plunges in and create complete darkness in the classroom in a flash. That is, it is an entirely unthinkable anomaly.

Regardless, I don't know what the anomaly is, the cause or the solution. You can't even tell. Because of this noise, I didn't even think anyone in my classmate had any idea.

Now the light accidentally lit up when the classroom was finally in a state of panic.

Fluorescent lights installed on the ceiling began to emit that artificial white light, as if it had been switched on and lit for granted.

"Oh, it's electric"

Unexpectedly, I was talking about the missing dialogue between them.

That reaction, however, was generally the same for other classmates, who for now recovered their fear of darkness by filling the classroom with light, where they could see how calm they were.

But apparently not all the anomalies were over yet.

"Hey, look out the window!

I'm not sure whose the word belonged to, but I would have noticed the anomaly right away, even without that voice.

"It's dark."

Right, and the win responds. As we gathered in the hallway seats, like our other classmates, we had a stunning view of the windows reflecting a black-black space that was just nothing.

"Oh, my God, I can't see a thing."

"Why don't you open the window?

"Fool, stop it, you look like you suck"

A group of men lined up at the window interact like that. It was probably the class's general idea that windows should not be opened.

The classroom windows showed absolutely nothing, nothing, nothing, as painted on black monochrome paint.

The class, which is difficult to understand clearly, but has begun to recognize a definite anomaly, is again driven by anxiety and begins to bother.

In the classroom where a lot of noise starts to fill up - but mixed in with its hustle and bustle, what, this sound... yes, sounds like sandstorms are starting to flow from speakers streaming chimes and on-campus broadcasts!

Once I realized that was the case, I could clearly hear the murmur "Zazar". No, it's getting louder and louder.

"Guys, just be quiet, there's an on-campus broadcast going on!

It wasn't me who calmed the classroom with that voice alone, but Yudo Aoi. Apparently, he sensed the sound coming out of the speaker, just like me.

Best of all, he had a beautiful sister leaning on his right shoulder and a cute childhood tame on his left arm, a privileged environment compared to me with just a fat friend beside him.

Either way, by his call, all his classmates noticed the sound flowing from the speakers, and began to dazzle their ears in the hopes that a broadcast of any guidance might flow.

Sin and a quiet classroom, the sound flowing was still a murmur called Zather like a sandstorm, but mixed in there, he began to hear faintly people's voices.

"but... here... ruka..."

I don't know what you're talking about, but I could still clearly recognize that it was definitely a person's voice. Little by little, but surely, that audio became clear so that the radio tuned in.

"Can you hear me?

Is it from a male teacher? low, but the gentle voice sounded clearly from the speaker.

Even if they ask if you can hear me, there is no doubt that anyone will respond to it. Everyone pressed uniformly and kept listening to the man.

"Great, apparently my voice is fine and I hear it"

It's as if we're looking at this situation. But so much so that I'm not an unreadable man of the air.

"First, I want you to calm down and listen. You are in a very dangerous situation right now. Nor is it a natural disaster such as an earthquake or storm, which is commonsense."

The agitation became a slight blur and ran around the classroom.

Even for me, who denied being a dodgy of a bad nature, I am struck by unspeakable anxiety and tension when I am once again declared to be an anomaly. I got goosebumps and trembled.

"You are currently on your way from a place called Japan on Earth to a completely different place, a different world."

"What?"

Such a voice leaked unexpectedly. But the reaction is still cuter, and the classroom stirring is getting bigger and bigger.

"For those of you who live in a magically non-existent world, my words will be hard to believe by Russia. But we don't have time for this right now anyway. I want you to listen carefully to my instructions before they throw you into a dangerous place."

Oh, hey, more and more talk is going in a smelly direction...

Tremors run with an unpleasant hunch all over his body as he heartbeats like an early bell in tension.

Different worlds? Magic? A dangerous place? All words far from everyday life. Normally, you'd think the school went suddenly even in mysterious recreation. But the fact that we made it an evacuation drill should explain a little more realistic causes.

But if we see the pitch-black darkness that spreads out the window, we can make ourselves aware, even if we don't like it, that now is an anomaly that is far from everyday, that we don't know what will happen.

No one could explain this absurd explanation, such as laughing it off.

"You guys probably have paper and a pen. First, I want you to write down the patterns drawn here, the magic formations and the spells"

In that word, everyone uniformly puts the hatena mark to their head. This guy is talking because he seems to be from the other side of the speaker, the magical world, so it's unclear if he's talking through the microphone at all, but still, there's no means to convey any visual information.

But the question is resolved immediately. At the same time, forty one pair of two years and seven, including me, were to be proven to exist in front of their eyes at this moment.

"Wow, it's painted on its own..."

The eyes of the entire class are directed to the blackboard, which will be the longest view in school life.

There is a white line dancing alone on the dark green surface characteristic of the blackboard.

It's not like anyone uses chalk either. The line being drawn in the first place emitted a blurry, pale light, not a brown tube, not an LCD screen, it was just magical that there was light in the blackboard.

Everyone lost their words and was just staring at the blackboard, but within a minute the magic board book came to an end.

"Now write down this magic formation and the spell. As long as we have this, we can get you support wherever you guys go. Usage will be explained in three minutes. Now I hope you concentrate on writing down this spell with precision."

As such, the voice from the speaker interrupted.

"Guys, let's take notes on the notebook as instructed once we're seated"

Soon after thinking about what to do, the calm voice of Aoshin Yudo sounds.

Had we witnessed such an incredible phenomenon, our credibility with the explanation of this mysterious voice would be exceptionally increased. It seems like it would be better to follow the instructions in person rather than doing anything weird.

Especially the appearance of students who quickly take their notebooks out of their bags and do board books, without anyone rebelling, seems to be Japanese students who are accustomed to fast collective behavior. Of course, I'm one of them.

Thus, the exact same silence dominated the classroom as when it was also taking periodic tests.

I ran a pen on a maroon notebook in my own seat in the back row of the hallway, looking carefully at the white magic shapes and letters painted on the blackboard.

It's not that complicated, so it doesn't seem like you can overwrite it. Spells and dots are also carefully written in Japanese.

Large portrayed in the center of the blackboard was a simple magic formation based on a circle. At the center, a cross-like shape is depicted, with alphabetical letters stretching along its four directions and the inner and outer circumferences of the circle. Of course, I didn't recognize this magic team.

On the other hand, one sentence in Japanese, which seems to be a spell,

"O gods in heaven, help and guide me, give me the power of miracles and pay. I swear I will fulfill my heavenly destiny here '

It is an otherwise forceful application for help from God, no matter how you look at it. And a masterpiece inside.

Incidentally, students who are not swinging frigana or anything like that on all kanji, but cannot read these kanji characters, will not be among the students of the Further School and the prestigious private White Ridge School.

So, I just finished writing the spell with the magic team, and I put my campus notes in my bag.

The broadcast of the mysterious man is yet to resume. I wondered if I could afford another minute or so, and I pointed my gaze at the clock, but the needle had stopped stabbing at 8: 45. Or so I don't even bother to open my phone and check the time. Let's wait quietly here.

But when you shut up without having to do anything, your consciousness is directed naturally and into the classroom. Apparently, everyone's almost finished writing too.

Many of them have already finished their board books and can't see them heading for their notebooks, hissing and having conversations with nearby people, and some of them taking pictures of blackboards on their smartphones.

With my phone in my hand, I naturally seem to have tried to make a call, but it turns out from the flying conversation that the screen showed all the out-of-area icons. I also checked my phone, but it was still the same. It's not a smartphone, by the way, it's a galaxy. Because I am a poor student.

But the fact that this is a different world has finally brought credibility.

He took his phone to the bottom of his bag, suppressing the growing anxiety in his chest. Someone never calls me anyway, so I turned the power off.

That's when something white and small rolled at my feet. The sole that stopped the movement when I hit my top was the eraser from the manufacturer I also used, of a sleeve with black, white and blue stripes.

It would be a drop from the next seat. I thought nothing more and picked up the eraser reflexively.

"This, Mr. Twin Leaves'?

"Oh, oh, thank you, Mr. Peach River"

Receiving the fallout in a slightly upset manner was a female student sitting in the next seat, a twin leaf bud costume (Futamiko).

She will boast a presence alongside Aoshi Cherry Blossoms and Raina A. Ayase in the last two years and seven groups in the sense of 'standout'. That is not an atmospheric thing that comes from beauty. More like this, in a mass sense.

The bi-leaf bud costume was a big girl in her body. vertically and horizontally.

Now, Mr. Twin Leaves has received the eraser from me, but the size is almost one minute higher. [M] Considering my height is one hundred and fifty two centimeters, her height will only reach one hundred and eighty.

On top of that, because the width is so wide that it is comparable to Seung Saito's, there was so much difference that I thought I would have misscaled it alongside the small, hyorous me.

Fluffy, semi-long hair, frown-ass lowered soft eyes on a round face that matches my shape, I somehow imagine a cow from its appearance. The face itself is pretty cute, I think.

But more importantly, the richer and more fruitful chest than its fleshy was also a source of reminiscence for cows who milk. When I see the breasts of sailor clothes in my pants right in front of me, I realize the enormity of it. I guess you have about my head - to be honest, it's pretty exciting. A man is vulnerable to boobs. Especially if you have the idea, like me, that the bigger the better.

As if to shake off such impure feelings, I turn away somewhat. [M] That's how discreet I am. I have no relationship with this female student named Twin Leaf Bud Costume more than a classmate whose seat is next to each other. To my mind, this is the first time I've exchanged words since I picked up the eraser.

There's nothing special about her other than her breasts, but when I heard her classmate woman refer to her bi-leaf bud costume and call her "Butterfly" or something with a terrible hatred, I thought she was horrible, and at the same time, she took it upon herself to have a little sympathy.

Anyway, because of that slight sense of pity, I accidentally opened my mouth to the notebook spread over Mr. Twin Leaves' desk the moment I saw that the distorted magic formations had been rewritten after being erased many times.

"Um, magic formation, can't you draw?

"What, ah... yeah"

Round, but somewhere adorable face sadly distorts. In fact, there were thin tears seeping through those circular eyes.

It was obvious that he would not have kept calm, without having to dare pursue it, becoming a mixture without the frightening emotions that confused the current situation. Even if my body is twice as good as mine, it doesn't change that my heart belongs to a girl of my age.

It can be inferred that she may be clumsy, but still so upset that she can't write down exactly the unfamiliar magic formations depicted on the blackboard.

"I'll give you this."

I took my notebook out of my bag again, broke the page where I had already written down the spell with the magic team, and gave it to Mr. Twin Leaves.

"Uh, what's this?"

"I don't know what's gonna happen, and you should have it"

Her round eyes are patchy and wide open, flashing. But I don't even have time to ask questions. When I placed the cut page on Mr. Twin Leaves' desk, I immediately resumed my share of the sheet book.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Peach River!

"Yeah," replied Twin Leafs, who stayed seated but thanked him deeply and offered his apologies, impatiently while running the pen. If the girl honestly appreciates me, I don't feel bad, rather I'm slightly embarrassed.

The fact that her voice was unworthy of her physique and quite adorable, and that, even with its thick torso, the big tits that overwhelmingly claimed to exist played charmingly with Brun on a clap with his head bowed, also applauded my lighting.

"Well, it's time. If anyone hasn't finished writing it yet, I don't mind keeping it that way. I just want you to be careful not to miss the explanation."

At the same time that the broadcast would resume, I managed to finish writing a second board paper. Absolutely, it was critical.

"It's easy to use this magic formation. All you have to do is lay it on top of a magic formation depicting your palm and mouth the spell as it is. Try it now and the magic won't activate. You will be able to use it for the first time since you arrived completely in this world."

A few people already cared fast had their hands on the magic formation, but that caution led them to convolute their notebooks a little shy.

"With this magic, you can receive information from us in writing on the written paper of the magic formation. Is it easy to understand when it comes to things like email?"

Email, not telephone, does that mean you can't direct audio instructions? When it comes to magic, it doesn't seem omnipresent.

"Basically, if you follow the instructions, you'll get out successfully. But by the time we get to a safe place where we can protect you, there are probably a lot of difficulties ahead of us. The last of them is the presence of an enemy known as a 'demon'. But rest assured, you will already be inhabitants of another world. Therefore, we can gain unlikely power in the original world. Magic can be said to be one of them. If you use that power, you will always be able to defeat the demons and get rid of the crisis"

In the powerful words of such a man, some of the male students are also swallowed up with "oh, that sounds like RPG to me".

No, no, you can't do that. I don't care what you think, if you can't use your powers, you mean die.

The man's words imply the danger he necessarily encounters with a being that harms a human being called a demon. Even though we have to survive in strange lands. Besides, if there are any monsters that actively attack humans... I'm not kidding.

This is not a game. We're going to the other world, and we're not turning it down in a virtual reality world that hasn't yet materialized.

If you press a button to attack and select a command, it can't be rolled out automatically either. In fact it is your own will, your own flesh that moves.

No matter how much power you hear you get, there's no guarantee you can use that power 100 percent in action. If you see the horrible being of demons, you are more likely to be unable to move because of fear. Especially if you're freaking out like me.

In the real world, even the experience of fights that beat people up is the last time in early elementary school junior year. About yesterday I shook up the bad quartet with fear before. Instead of demons in the first place, I have the confidence to beat even one wildcat who got serious.

But from now on, it seems that this battle cannot be avoided.

Shit, I, I could die...

I'm sure I'm pale right now and have such a pitiful look on my face that I have no more. In fact, I want to cry if I don't have eyes.

But apparently, I'm not the only one with that thought. A weak-minded female student had already begun to snort and cry. Among them are the bi-leaf budding garments that are trembling giants in the next seat.

"Well, we're running out of time at last. It's dangerous to keep staying in the room where you are. Grab your bags and get ready to travel."

The man's words speak relentlessly of how things have progressed.

In this case, we cannot remain pessimistic forever. Control your trembling body in a mood of nakedness and start acting for now. The moment I held the school bag that had enchanted the magic team notes, I noticed.

I'm going to be fighting monster battles for survival, and I won't need a textbook.

Paper can be a valuable spark, but I find it tempting to carry such heavy stuff with me for just that reason. Even when you run away from demons, you should be light-hearted.

However, a notebook that writes down information seems worth more than the existence of magic formations and spells has already been revealed. So as not to be overloaded, here is... Okay, let's just leave two books in the bag.

If you look around you, your classmates are starting what the man calls "getting ready to travel".

I am in the Literature and Arts Department, so I don't have any baggage related to the bamboo knife bag that Aeman Yudo has, my sister's bow, the bat that the baseball department was bringing in.

Damn, the guy in the fighting club is in his favor. Poison inside.

It's more comforting to have a wooden knife or bat than a hand-held air fist, and a bow can safely attack you from a distance. Besides, they practice at the club every day, so they already have the skill to use it. This is an overwhelming advantage compared to amateurs.

But that's not why I rob the bamboo knife bag from Aoshi on this occasion. Perhaps there are already a few of them who realize the same thing as me.

I don't work as obvious defects as Tendo Ryuichi, but I'm staring at Aoshi brothers and sisters with obvious resentment, such as a boy student named Kyouya Higuchi (Higuchi Kaiya), who looks like some evil bad modoki. Well, Aemon, you're not actually supposed to attack the other guy.

Kyouya Taguchi is better tall and fit there, but that would be impossible to twist Yudo Aoshi with his arm.

Now put aside that DQN thing, it would be harder for you and Heavenly Taoist to protect you here when you arrive. To do this, we should avoid imitating them, oddly enough, disturbing the sum of their classes.

With that in mind, I retrieved a bag of jersey on the shelf behind the classroom. I might be living a survival life from now on, and I'd rather have another piece of clothing.

The school bag is a shame for throwing away the biggest dead weight called Textbooks & Datasets, and has plenty of room. Keep packing every bag of jersey.

You saw my behavior like that, and the other students took out their jerseys to follow. But do you need a short sleeve and half trousers football uniform in addition to jerseys to fulfill it?

"Now open the door to get out. If this one signals, leave this room."

As the class was bothering to prepare, the man's broadcast sounded, while the front and rear doors of the classroom opened with a gallery of noise. Regardless, it opened on its own without anyone touching it, like an automatic door.

At the end of the sliding door, the familiar school hallway is not there, and the darkness spreads not an inch further than outside the window. The rearmost seat on the hallway side, that is, as the closest I am to the back door, to taking a closer peek into the depth of that darkness than anyone else.

Wow... are you okay jumping into this? At least draw the magic of light like a sole or something.

Regardless of the magic formations, it seems to be a common perception of all classmates that I learned a little unease about this so creepy darkness.

No one had the courage and recklessness to take the initiative to jump in, just looking out the door in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, this, are you sure you're okay to go in?

That said, you worried about me standing closest to the exit behind you, or Seung spoke to me.

The winner of the homecoming club is now a school bag and jersey, just like me, but that bag will contain a wooden knife for protection. I didn't know the time was really coming for the Kotai duo to come in handy... swallowed the penetration and for now I peered back into the exit, the anxiety element in front of me.

"Yeah, I still don't see anything. I don't really want to jump in."

At the same time communicating that sentiment.

"Come on, hurry up and line up in front of the door. The collapse begins already, but never panic, wait for this signal."

The man's explanation of the disturbing content echoed.

Ho, what a collapse...... the moment I thought, the students in line in the window seats, both boys and girls screamed unrelated.

"Ahhhhhh! It's broken, something's broken!?

"Yabe! This is serious!

Collapse, is exactly what it is. And you see, the windows, and the walls, and the black cracks on the floor, and it was crushed and swallowed up by the darkness outside. The walls with the windows seemed oddly impressive as they instantly collapsed and disappeared across the abyss as the white curtains flashed.

Finally, a visible danger had caused the classroom, where anxiety and tension were beginning to smoke, to panic all at once.

Especially the students close to the window start escaping to the hallway side with us.

"Damn, get out of the way, fat ass!

In my ear, I heard such a loud anger.

Kyouya Miguchi, who was a seat close to the window, was rushing out this way in a haunted shape, and stood in front of him, no, he would just have rigid that crisis forward - anyway, there was the giant of the bi-leaf bud garment.

The mouth pounced momentously at her, who was totally just an obstacle, with eyes as if to see Mr. Twin Leaves in garbage.

"Ahhh!

I hear a tall scream, and her body lags back one step or two.

Her quarters are next to mine. In other words, right in front of you. If you stay back...

"Eh."

I saw footage in a traffic safety class in front of Mr. Twin Leafs' impending back in elementary school, a ten-ton truck buzzing dummy dolls, describing the horrors of a car accident.

That's all I had in my head, and I couldn't react to anything sudden.

It just looked like a slow motion with a big butt sticking out with great momentum in my eyes.

"Phew!

With a sad scream like a cat trampled on my tail, I was brutally blown away by Mr. Twin Leaves' giant ass.

"Ah, Kotaro!?

A surprising friend's voice sounds far away. And that was the last voice I heard in the classroom.

In my eyes, I see the glowing exit of the classroom moving away with tremendous momentum. It quickly becomes a dot of light and closes in complete darkness.

I can't see anything, I can't hear anything. I don't feel anything. In total silence, I finally lost sight of even my consciousness.