Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

I woke up feeling cold enough that the droplets that fell could play on my cheeks.

"Ah... he's alive"

Memory and consciousness are clear. I exaggerate that I'm alive because I was ready to die at that moment when Mr. Twin Leaves bounced me off his big ass and fell from the classroom door to Natsuo.

"Oh, good."

I am satisfied with my body and relieve myself from the bottom of my heart that I have not suffered a single scratch. Now I feel so sunny that I could read a sentence on the subject of raw beauty.

However, such a lovely mood also followed the way down as if gliding the Guerende straight down by feeling the surrounding scenery with eyes, ears and skin.

In front of me, on a mountain excursion, an altitude of five hundred meters, there was an unparalleled forest of deep greenery.

"This is packed..."

From the middle of the depressed and lush deep green forest that you can only see on the documentary program chasing the world's wildlife, I didn't think I could make it to the crowd safely.

Speaking of my survival experience, it's as much as camping with my family for a night or two. It is not so much survival as mere leisure.

Still, it's a great sight. Whether you look to the right, to the left, or with a trunk so thick that it's still not enough for a person to hold five hands together, Oki stands in a full view. The trees that rise high as towers make the green leaves lush, even though they are daytime, so much so that they cover and hide the heavens that they struggle to find the sun.

I'm not closed to total darkness, but my heart is going to be filled with black monochrome with mundane and gushing despair.

But a glimmer of light plunged into it.

"Yes, the Magic Formation!

I've never thought I was better than I am now.

Most of all, if I realized I was carrying a proper school bag, I couldn't have remembered the magic story that the man was saying, unless I was amnesic.

Then, it took less than a minute to open the bag and take out the notebook, spreading the pages of the magic formation over the ground facing out a little damp soil.

"Uh, sure, just put your hands on the magic team and cast a spell... right"

Though I think back carefully, there are still no further instructions for use. It is truly simple and lucid, which I will not forget just once I have heard it.

"All right, let's go!

When I think poorly of the mess, all I can think about is whether I can really use magic or what if I can't, and more and more backwards, so I decided to be ready for the tentative beginning for now and immediately challenge the practice of magic.

"O gods in heaven, help and guide me, give me the power of miracles -"

Written in a ballpoint pen, a magic formation that also looks like mere graffiti. But the moment I put my right hand there and mouthed that passage, the magic began to manifest its effects.

It's a line of black ink with no weirdness whatsoever, but that's what started to shine white under my hands. It is the same light as when the original of this magic formation was painted on the blackboard.

I was stunned by that definite magical reaction, but instantly remembered that I couldn't interrupt the chanting of the spell, slowly, clearly, word for word, and mouthed the rest.

"- I swear I will fulfill my heavenly destiny here"

Shortly after I finished saying all the spells.

"Whew!?

To the back of the hand placed on top of the notebook, the same, no, if you look closely, magic formation with some patterns falling out was painted by a poisonous bright red light.

It will be like being branded with a magic formation on the back of your hand.

But more than the strange things that happened in that hand...

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!

All of a sudden, he exclaimed in agony at the sharp pain running all over his body.

Yes, no, it hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. No, no, no - even in my head, it's itchy with that scream. For the first time in my life, it was a terrible pain. If I were caught and tortured by a secret society of evil, I would suffer so relentlessly and miserably that I thought I must suffer like this.

Oh, no, this is, like, dying.

The moment I realized that, my vision blacked out again. My consciousness was interrupted, as if to turn off the batin and the power switch.

Somebody's, I heard a voice.

"Coupon"

Oh, I'm sorry, can you talk to me in Japanese? I'm fluent in English.

"Product"

Really, Eucannot Speak Japan, is it... No, wait, wait. I don't care about the word wall.

I'm still alive.

"- Ha!?

As soon as I realized it, I jumped up and opened my eyelids.

Conscious, body moving, eyes visible. I'm not dead yet.

"Oh, no... I knew this was dead..."

Apparently, this is a place called Hell. Yes, at first glance, there would be no need for it.

What I see in my eyes is the same bright darkness that just rolled off the classroom. I can't tell if I'm standing, or if I'm floating like a gravity-free state.

No, at this point, I don't care about the place. It doesn't matter, but still, there are more things to care about right now. Right in front of me.

"Order"

Yes, someone who was speaking to me earlier in a mysterious language that I couldn't even tell if it was English - it was Reaper.

If you look at the skeleton with the black clothes together, you'll just think so. From the deeply worn hood, a peek peeps into the face of a shredded pimple of flesh and skin. Behind an orbit like Nara's, a disastrous crimson glow is lit.

Is one head bigger than me? [M] That's a common sense size, but at any rate, insanity doesn't cover up so easily in front of a talking squawk.

"Ah, ah... Um..."

Does it make sense to say just save your life? 'Cause this is hell, and Reaper speaks a mysterious language. But I can't help but tell you.

"Help - duh!?

Even the words of life begging couldn't let me say it.

The hand of Reaper suddenly eagled my head. The palms of the bones are cold everywhere, with a hard feel. Will they pull through the roots like this?

"Product"

I never had a head. Instead, he was stabbed with his finger. Brain weather.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With my head grabbed, Reaper's index finger protruded. Of course, I don't see what's happening over my head. I don't see it, but I get it.

Now my brain has a sharp, pointed fingertip piercing my fingertips. Easily penetrates the skull, and the fingertips reach the brain.

The moment I felt it, I was already screaming - but the severe pain, came a beat late.

"Ngi-"

Did it last a minute or enough to endure the worst pain of being brain ravaged? Or maybe it didn't last ten seconds.

"- Ha!?

My consciousness was flying. That's how I realized it was just when I saw Reaper pulling his finger out of my head, remembering a sore throat from screaming too much.

"Name it, my followers."

Of Reapers, I heard voices. That was, again, a strange voice. Like a man, like a woman. He is like an old man and an innocent toddler. I can't tell at all.

No, more importantly... I know what that word means. I know, or it usually sounds Japanese.

"Sick, name it."

"Also, Takawa... Kotaro..."

I managed to answer. If you don't answer, you'll die this time. Or he could get two fingers stabbed.

"Kotaro Takawa, you did, but now there are two things to remember"

Ha, and a concentration that should carve the word of Reaper into your brain, while striking the appropriate gavel. And this says, "Huh? What?" Because if it's a dumb response, they're going to kill me. Maybe three fingers though.

"My name is Ruinhilde, the god of curses. And that's what" the vocation "is-"

Vegan, what? And I wanted to inquire. A subtly long horizontal name, a word that says it's a vocation or a career change. I'm still a student. [M]

But the only word that actually came out of my mouth was a true missing voice, "eh".

"-" The Magician. "

Yes, my heart was pierced the moment Reaper declared it. For each student notebook in the chest pocket of a school-run, a penetrating bone penetrator deeply chooses the left chest.

"Here the contract was fulfilled. Bye, Kotaro Takawa. Then I'll look forward to seeing you again."

By the time that word reached my ear, my consciousness was completely gone.

'Heavenly vocation' is the vocation that heaven gives to man. It really is a literal meaning that God chooses and gives the perfect thing to that individual right away.

This time, it seems that all that is given to the students of the two years and seven groups of students of White Ridge School is God's vocation regarding the battle. Without combat capability, it is impossible to survive, so there can be no other option.

Yes, given the vocation, we will be able to deal with the added protection that God has given us with it, the special ability that we should even call it.

For example, if you become a 'warrior' vocation, you will be able to strike a powerful blow with the weapon in your hand. If you are a "Flaming Mage," you can master the magic of releasing a ball of burning fire.

However, it is forbidden to overstate that power. A newcomer who has just been given a vocation doesn't gain a lot of abilities. By gaining experience in using and mastering the abilities repeatedly, or in overcoming special conditions, trials, etc. established by God, the abilities of the vocation develop strongly.

In other words, the students who have now gained God's protection for the first time are able to use their vocation above all, and polishing their power in the battle against the onslaught demons is the only and best means to survive -

"... haha, I see"

What a leak to myself. I have a notebook in my hand. The text appeared on that page, which depicted a magic formation of handwriting by a black ballpoint pen, while the computer monitor now emitted the same light.

Apparently, what the man said about 'The Magic of Receiving Information Like an Email' was a success.

Written here is information about the vocation. However, only pages with magic formations appear. If the paper doesn't scroll, there's no sign of a new update, so you can probably only show it for one page. It's more than a pokebell, it's less than a phone's fucking performance.

"The vocation of the spell god Ruin Hilde, the spellman......"

I woke up in the woods again about five minutes ago. I had a hell of a nightmare, and it was gaggling, but I could distract myself from feeling good when I realized the magic on my notebook was working.

Thus, as I proceeded to read the information of my vocation, I was somewhat adept at the nightmares I had just had.

In short, it was a ritual for God to give him a vocation. If you mean the God of the Curse, I'm convinced that it's such a curse, and that it hurts a lot, or that if I did it in real life, I would have made death certain impotent, I'm not convinced, but I can understand how that seems.

"All right, we need to check the spellman's abilities first"

Fortunately, I can already feel the changes that have occurred to me. I have already benefited from my vocation.

That would prove above all that the languages of the other worlds can be understood.

The word of Ruinhilde, the Reaper, was ready to be heard just after he had his brain slapped with his finger. I can speculate that it was engraving something directly, like the magic of translation.

What was decisive was the text of the note I had just read. Actually, it wasn't written in Japanese, it was written in letters like an alpha bed I'd never seen. Nevertheless, I was able to read it without any difficulty.

Unknown memories and knowledge are engraved in your head. What a creepy feeling it is to know what you don't, as a matter of course, but now you have to rely on this.

What are the newly carved memories? Be aware of that...... sure, I can see it.

"This is... a spell, I guess"

What comes to mind is a short sentence. This is the magic - no, beyond being a magician, will this be a classification called 'spell'? Anyway, I understood that one sentence was the chant necessary to activate the spell.

All you have to do is do it!

"Curse yourself for the fever you don't stop -" Red Fever ""

Ba! And he's poking his right hand, and he's shooting a spell. Targeted posing. But it was pointless. Because this is a kind of move that you can target just by looking at your opponent.

No, more important than that is the effect of this' red fever 'becoming spell.

"Red Fever Disease": Makes the opponent slightly feverish.

That explanatory statement was all of the information that came up in the back of my brain.

"hey... what the heck, this..."

A slight fever? A slight fever is an alley, like, thirty-seven degrees, five minutes, or body temperature around there, right?

So, if you turn it into a slightly feverish state, can you defeat a demon?

"Can you take him down?!?

I couldn't have done it if I hadn't screamed at myself. What, this too subtle effect? Strong or weak, isn't that a problem before that?

No, to associate it with the image of a magician, well, I didn't think you could earn flashy attack magic from the start. But there are hundreds of steps there, poisoning them, right?

"A slight fever... what the..."

If your opponent is in a state of excitement, it's fine with slight fever, no matter what, right?

"No, wait, calm down, this is bound to double over the course of the turn or something -"

With full game-brain RPG thinking, I'll even explore the possibilities of using this spell.

But the result is...

"Red Fever Disease": Makes the opponent slightly feverish.

This is the only information that comes out.

I can only tell that this slightly feverish state, because, like, really starting to catch a cold, is such a common sense effect that your body is a little hot or dally. You can never want the power of immediacy to bring demons down in one shot. Of course, turns, not turns, fever rises sharply over time, nothing seems to be happening.

"Oh, it's not even a stoop..."

Shit, it's too bad. This has pulled a hell of a lot of hassle skills.

Wait a minute. God, where's the reset button? Let me try again Skill Select...

"Oh, calm down! It's still okay, not yet, two more... the spell is still there!

This is also notebook information, but at the so-called early level, given a vocation, it is said that any vocation acquires three abilities. No more or less, three fixed. However, it seems that there are individual differences in what abilities are given. Do some of them have rare abilities, like rare skills? I didn't go into that much detail.

Anyway, I still have two more spell skills.

Let's think about this. If one is super shoddy, the other two are super awesome. Everything is a game balance. That's right, if God is going to allocate skills, it must be God's gauge balance.

"Please, Master Ruinhilde! Please give me a cheesy spell!

That's how I came up with it, the second spell.

'Hurt Back': Return the damage you have taken to your opponent as it is.

Shh, wow! This is an invincible reflex! Any powerful demon hurts me and the same amount of damage will bounce back on them.

The moment I die instantly, no matter how strong the bastard is, he's on the road!

"No, you can't. It... it's dead, after all, me, dead..."

The description that came to mind clearly states "the damage I took". I mean, the damage I take doesn't go to zero, and I eat it as it is.

For example, if I get crushed by a giant monster like an Indian elephant, I'll be Pechanko. And in the next moment, Indian elephant monsters will also follow the path of crushing death.

Sure, it has the effect of being able to defeat no matter how strong your opponent is, but it doesn't fit in for your life and your trade. Only one Special Strike.

Someone who would be satisfied with this effect would be a vengeful person with an opponent who wants to defeat him even after risking his life, or maybe a terrorist whose creed is killing each and every one of them. I'm just a high school student, and I want to take care of my life.

"Wow... yuck, that's really yuck..."

Unexpectedly holding his head, he crouches into the spot. Damn, I'm also getting a little tears...

"Please, God... please, just the last spell..."

I think of the last one with the thought of straw. Even now, if you get zero Attack...

"Intuitive Pharmacy": The efficacy of the material is somewhat, I know.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Instead of spells, these are just appraisal skills! It has nothing to do with the fight itself, nor does this look like it. Attacks, of course, don't get away better if you can't defend them.

In the first place, I don't have any material that seems to be effectively used as a medicine to me now that I only have paper, pen and jersey. Without appraisals, appraisal skills make no sense.

As it stands, it is a skill in complete death that cannot be used more than 'red fever'.

"Ha ha... that's not wacky... I'm sure I have a hidden fourth spell..."

There can't be such a convenient thing. I know who I am best. God never gives me cheesy abilities. Well, if you were in middle school, you might still have believed in such a hidden peculiarity.

But when you see the "chosen person," you know. Oh, you're not special, are you? I guess I just figured it out the other day.

You can't expect, for the good fortune that God gives. There are no miracles for me - in short, I have to pave the way on my own. As a human being, it's perfectly natural.

But if you don't have the strength to go down the road...

"Ugh, no... I can't do this anymore, I'm stuffed... what the fuck, this skill composition, you're fucking gay!

As I summoned such a pitiful cry, I left my back behind a slender giant tree and went down.

Of course, just because you were depressed that way doesn't change this ability, and even if you're calling it this way, you can't possibly start over by pressing the reset button of the game.

No matter how many magical existential fantasy worlds you've come to, reality is reality.

"Oh... really, what should I do..."

Even if I kill myself before I feel scared - no, I'm usually scared to death after all, and I don't like it. You can never be prepared to commit suicide to the end.

Oh, but I guess if I ate a poisonous mushroom as bright as it's growing here, I'd die easy.

I must be staring at the red mushroom at the root of the tree with my vain eyes.

Toxic crimson hues like this beniteng-take with white waterball patterned mushrooms, if you really eat it, you die in one shot - no, you can't. This poisonous mushroom will continue to suffer like it can be baked once eaten for a while and will feel like it will continue to wander the frontier of life and death.

"... ah"

Second, I could strangely imagine in real life the effect of the poison that would appear when I ate this red mushroom.

"Right, this is intuitive pharmacy!

Now there was an imagination in my head that I couldn't say enough, convinced. As if it was an experience I had had this mushroom before.

Realizing the effects of intuitive pharmacy suddenly arouses my interest. I just woke up and started observing mushrooms. [M]

I picked a red poison mushroom and looked at it again. I knew by instinct that I would have no problem just touching it with my bare hands.

Yeah, again, it's very similar to the Benitengtake I saw in the drawings when I was a kid. But that's only the round umbrella part, the stem, not the mushroom, you say the pattern? Well, the part of the pattern with the red stripes makes it possible to deduce it to be a different species.

"This mushroom...... maybe works on demons too"

It doesn't seem to be exclusive and toxic to humans. If you eat, almost any guy suffers from high fever.

"I can, maybe"

Words of hope leaked, along with a definite sense of reality, as the picked mushrooms were wrapped in bags.

"Red Fever Disease," "Pain Return," and "Intuitive Pharmacy," the three spells are useless in battle on their own.

However, if the material itself can be used as poison or medicine, there are more options for action that can be taken at once.

In case of injury, it would also be possible to treat it with medicinal herbs. If you have a powerful poison, you might be able to hit it and defeat the demon. Even if we don't get that far, we're sure we can make enough gaps to escape.

"All right, let's do our best...... we'll be fine, we'll figure it out"

I'll see what I can do. Because I still don't want to die of fine dust.