Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Yay! Get Herbs!"

Joyfully and courageously, he collects shiny green grasses like tampon leaves growing at his feet. Flowers are not blooming, and at first glance you can't tell them from the weeds there.

"Just a little hemostatic effect, or... no, but better than nothing"

In a nutshell with medicinal herbs, there are various kinds of things that can be used as is, or that do not produce a medicinal effect unless they are processed or extracted.

At the moment, without the knowledge, technology or tools to formulate and generate drugs, the types that can be used as they are, like the herbs we have just collected, will be treasured.

Well, this herb...... nicetampopo, okay, if you're going to use this, it looks like you should process it enough to be crushed and pasted. I just want a rind bowl and a breast stick, but I can't help but leave you alone. Because now there is nothing more to it than to do it with a hand held tool.

The cutter knife is currently the most promising item in my possession. A fat array with black parts incorporated on a common yellow base. To be honest, the coin in the brush case was nothing but a disturber, but it is now an ace in the stationery world that the collection of plants, of course, can be used as a weapon in times of need.

In addition, a comforting replenishment is ensured with the presence of a replacement blade (pack of ten) sleeping in the back of the bag.

Cutters, however, quickly lose their sharpness. We should keep it as warm as we can. So I don't use it for things like this nicetan pop that I can pull a thousand off with my bare hands.

"Okay, I guess I can do this"

Finish picking a bunch that you can grip with one hand and throw it into the bag by way of example. Inside, there are only three red poisonous mushrooms, commonly known as rhinoceroses, that I picked first, and I still can afford them.

"Uh, next... yeah, I knew I should go down this beast path"

You can walk away with such certainty, not because I have a sense of direction like a migratory bird. I have a magical compass in my hand. Compass function, if more precisely.

Not only did the notebook's magic team receive a message, but it also had the function of pointing an arrow in the direction to go. Inside the circular magic formation, a large arrow emerges that glows white.

This compass function and, above all, where the arrow indicates the destination was explained by a newly updated message earlier.

According to that information, we are in what should be called an ancient site, the so-called 'dungeon', in a wooded area that is very far from human beings.

From the context, the students were writing on the assumption that they were awake in this dungeon. But what I woke up in the woods was probably a slight slack in the point of being thrown out because of flying out of the classroom.

In retrospect, the guy said, "If you signal, get out," and even though it was half an accident, there's no way I'm going to end up like this without waiting for a signal.

Or is it a tremendous fortune to have just slightly skewed off the ground because there are common settings like this, where phenomena like warp, when you jump in uneven from the right time, are swallowed up and extinguished by a vortex in time and space but in a narrow space of dimension? Conversely, we can also assume that this has exhausted all our luck.

Anyway, it's about the dungeon I'm headed to.

Dungeon that it extends as deep underground as an ant's nest. At the bottom of it, they have an installation called "Heavenly Delivery Gate" that teleports to another location in an instant. There was no detailed explanation of the principles or anything else, but I can still observe what you are trying to say.

I mean, use this' Heavenly Delivery Gate 'to get out.

The explanation was that we were setting it up so that the destination of the transfer would be the country that was acting to help us.

The name of the country is' Kingdom of Astoria '. A more detailed destination was described as a temple in Sigurun, the king's capital, but nothing more was written. It was just that "We are a human nation, ready to embrace and protect other worlds like you," the text guaranteeing our own security was clearly stated.

Now, there's nothing better than to believe this word and move on. From what I suspected, the fact that I was thrown out into this great forest remains unchanged, and I don't think help will come from Japan.

So I push my anxiety to death, and I can only move on.

"Ha... ha... I'm tired..."

But unfortunately, even my poor physical specs kept me moving forward.

How long has it been since I collected the nicetan popo and then kept walking? I also feel like it hasn't been an hour yet, but the only reason I can breathe so much is because the road is so dangerous.

The beast path I have taken has been somewhat consolidated on the ground, and the twigs and plants at my feet have been eliminated neatly. But the woods are very ups and downs inside, and besides, the roots of the great trees are blocking them like walls, and you have to climb over them, draining extra strength.

"Su, let's get some rest"

There was nothing else than making that decision. Then, queer and tummy bugs are crying too. Once I'm concerned, I can't help but be aware of hunger. Maybe a little early, but let's have lunch.

Take out your lunchbox so that you can wrap your magic notebook in a bag and replace it.

But my hand stopped the moment my mother opened the lid on the black plastic lunchbox that would have stuffed the excess stuff last night.

I wondered if I could eat them all without leaving them as usual.

The most dangerous possibility of an assault of demons can be dealt with to some extent by this incredible ability peculiar to the other world: the vocation. But the next point was the real question of how a student who had no necessary equipment, experience, or knowledge could survive a harsh survival life.

I can think of as many anxiety elements as an amateur, such as water, food, fire, securing beds, etc. Even when it comes to forests, I don't know if there's anything humans can eat. Even if it does, it doesn't necessarily mean I can get them at the end of the line.

If so, only this rice and occassion half-packed lunch box, the only food I currently own. And then there's this five-hundred-millimeter pet bottle with this ready to drink sports drink.

Food's anxious, but I'm worried about water, too. If I keep moving at this pace, I'll drink up in no time. If you can't replenish drinking water somewhere, you're dehydrated.

"Ya, I figured I'd be a little more patient..."

Too anxious to go ahead, I tried to keep the lid of the lunchbox open on my lap closed, that was then.

Clams, and the bushes in front of him shook as they made a noise. In the next moment that I recognized that way,

"... Huh?

A big bear appeared, bluntly grayed like steel.

Both arms as thick and successful as Marutai, with large and sharp nails lined with knives at the tip of their hands. With his hands on the ground, which can be described as the murder weapon itself, he walks on a sly four-legged foot, which at first glance seems to me to be a bear.

But although it was the silhouette that looked like a bear, its body was covered with a crust with a crab-like sharp thorn, which housed a metallic luster.

A giant that would probably reach three meters if you stood up on two legs. Such a big bear is dressed like he is armed with steel armor helmets. Even humans who are the most remote creatures from the wild must immediately sound alarmed that their instincts are "unbeatable," an overly horrible appearance.

I understand. It is the beast that beckons in front of this eye that is called the 'demon'.

"Hih... ah..."

My little body trembles with total fear. On that clap, a lunchbox on his lap rolled off.

Fried frozen foods and sausages, kimpilago bowls, and sprinkled white rice. Precious contents can be smashed to the ground.

The next moment, the bear demon moved out with a rough nose.

Its red, sharp eyes are directed at the contents of the lunchbox, not at me.

What we have here are flavored, dark foods that can never exist in nature. The scent emanating from it also greatly stimulated the demonic appetite, I guess. The bear became obsessed and stuck his nose tip at that fascinating food.

Yes, now... if you want to run, now is the only time!

I haven't completely targeted myself yet. Believe so hard, move your trembling feet slowly. Keep your face to the front and be sure to step away from the sausage-grabbing demons right in front of you.

It's okay, the bear is obsessed with lunch. Now, I can get away, I should get away, I hope you get away!

As I pray wholeheartedly to God, who is convenient only to be picked up when I'm in a pinch, I walk away from the bear's table in cowwalks.

The more my heart aches, the more I pulse, and my body should be hot, but my spine freezes and chills too. My head boils with fear, and I don't know why anymore. Because of that, I couldn't even remember the sense of reality anywhere, and continued to retreat in a fuzzy foothold.

Think of it, I think I walked back in that condition and didn't fall well. About a dozen meters away, I finally flipped and started walking early on the beast path I had been following.

Soon the bear's appearance became invisible hidden in the shadows of a lined giant tree.

"Ha... ha... thank goodness... help - eh!?

It was that moment when I exhaled in relief. What I suddenly felt was intuitive pharmacy - not really, my own intuition. I felt my gaze. Something, a gaze, with overwhelming signs.

Horrible, look back.

From the shadow of Oki, that demon was looking at me.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

They're after me.

I've just arrived in this other world, and although I have no reason to know what demonic habits are, I still do. That bear set me up for the next prey.

I don't know if you're on guard, in a hurry, or playing, but fortunately, you can't dash into a straight line and hit me. Instead, he keeps his distance from me, slowly but fleeing, and he keeps chasing me.

I've certainly heard stories about animal bears coming after climbers like this. Not yet, but it won't be too far away, judging me a chocolate prey and coming at me.

I don't think I can run away. That demon puts together a hard, thick crust, but it's not necessarily the only way to walk less than a human.

Even if it was as quick as an animal bear, in the end, it's impossible to shake it off on a human foot. I have certainly heard that bears can run at speeds of fifty kilometers an hour. It's a hundred meters running through in about seven seconds. Humanity's limit is one hundred meters and nine seconds. I don't deal with them at all.

It is impossible to escape. And help - oh, yeah, classmates are dungeons from the start. If so, it is unlikely that one will come to the woods just to start exploring as it is.

There is only one way to help. That demon - armored bear, but should I call it, I just have to defeat him.

"No, I can't... You can't, I don't care what you think..."

There's only one tiny cutter knife in my hand. I was equipped with a shotgun, and I don't think I can defeat such a monster.

The ability of a vocation/spellman - "Pain Return" - can certainly kill an armored bear, but it falls with me. After all, it doesn't make sense.

Even the most anticipated intuitive drug poison... this rhinoceros mushroom can't help it. This will not have the effect of poison unless taken orally. Flies or bees, why don't you throw it in the big mouth of an armored bear? To bet, the minutes are too bad.

"Damn, damn... you can't be gay, this..."

The more I think about it, the more the possibilities crumble.

But ruthlessly, time keeps flowing. How much more time limit is left for the armored bear to attack me?

"No, no... I don't want to die... I don't want to die,"

Desperately mobilizing knowledge to come up with it was just a means of buying time.

As he walks, he opens the chuck of his bag and retrieves the jersey he was poking inside. First the jacket.

"Please... it works for me!

Betting on a wish, he gently released his jersey jacket to the ground. Keep going for a few dozen meters, then look back at the chills.

"Okay..."

There's an armored bear poking his nose at my jersey and fugging.

When a wild bear chases you, I've heard that if you sprinkle a little bit of what you're wearing, the bear will be distracted by the sole to buy you time. Though it will only temporarily attract attention and will not be a fundamental solution.

Between the bundles of joy. You decided the armored bear wasn't food, tore the blue school-designated jersey to bits with sharp nails, and then resumed my pursuit.

The time I earned is about a minute...... oh I knew it wouldn't work, you totally packed this...

"- Whew!?

At that time, I was flashy about something. [M] My body was slammed to the ground as I stuck it from my head into a bush about my height, making a ragged and softening noise. Even so, I didn't feel much shock from this grass.

"Ugh, ku..."

Stand up with a pitiful groan.

My feet were too neglected by the fear and despair of armored bears. Did I even hook my leg at the roots of the tree - and the moment I checked the cause, I took a breath.

"Ugh... he's dead..."

There, a classmate in a scholastic run I saw was down.

My legs are just being thrown out onto the beast path, and it is clear that I would have fallen on this. But more than that, the problem was that he just seemed obviously dead.

He's falling on his back, with a school bag by his side and... I wonder if he just tried to use magic, a notebook with a page written by the magic team dropping.

He's Takashima... Oh, I don't know his name. Until I was in middle school, I remembered the names of all my classes, but I couldn't remember them in high school. He's a boy student who just knows his face and last name and has never spoken to him in particular.

Still, he was part of the same two-year, seven-pack.

I fell in front of you, Takashima, and instead of thinking about artificial breathing and first aid, I didn't even try to gauge my pulse.

Because that face is hardened by a distressed look. There are traces of blood tears from the eyes that have been opened all the time. And even from the mouth, the nose, and the ears, blood was flowing out just as well.

It's not hard to imagine blood spilling out of a hole called a hole in your face like it was overflowing. Now Dos, I'm starting to discolor black and my blood seems to be starting to solidify though.

It was obvious that Takashima was dead.

"Hey, why..."

I don't know why he died, how he died - that whine, I don't know for myself which one it is for.

But in front of the body that suddenly appeared in front of me, I can even imagine whether or not to react. I was wondering if this was going to happen soon.

"Oh, calm down... calm down... think, how not to die... I don't want to die yet!

If I panic here, it's all over. He cried and begged for his life, and the armored bear just devours me according to his instincts.

Not yet, just a little, there's got to be some time left. Until the end, we should continue to search for ways to survive.

I have no guts, and I don't hate losing. I've lived in a series of compromises with maniacism, but I just don't want to give up my life!

- Yeah, lunch box.

The moment I flashed, I woke up and reached for your bag, Takashima.

Please. God, it's an operation I finally came up with. So, please...

"There it is!

Transparent tapper wrapped in plastic bag. That was your lunch box, Takashima.

He is a big sports boy there and he did belong in the baseball club. It's not a regular lunchbox, dare I say, it's also a convincing physique to be packing lunch in this large size tapper.

White rice with plum on half and hamburgers and egg rolls with demi-glazed sauce on the other half. The rest is served with sunny lettuce and mini tomatoes to the extent that I'm sorry.

"I can, that's all there is!

I opened the tupper lid, not you Takashima, but my prayer of gratitude to Takashima's mom for making this lunch box.

At the same time, I will do everything I can to free Chuck of my bag and take out the object of interest with the momentum to smash all the contents.

Of course you got it, Akamushroom. As it stands, it is the only poisonous item that can damage armored bears.

"All three... No, one is the limit at this size..."

Akamushrooms are about the same size as a dozen centimeters as cutter knives. After about two seconds of worrying, I decided to use one and a half.

Tear vertically, like when you put it in a mushroom pan. Thousand chopped rhinoceros mushrooms, leave them on the hamburger for now.

The next thing I had in my hand was rice. I still have a good amount. With one hand, the lump of white rice drops zero. Well, good, because the grip is fine.

Yes, I make rice balls. Poisoned rice balls with sea turtle mushrooms.

You won't be eating purely that much more than a rhinoceros works on an armored bear. It stinks. It should be discerned and avoided.

So the maneuver is to mix it with a hamburger that emits intense meat and sauce aromas and, furthermore, coat it with white rice to make it less visually noticeable.

I don't know if it's going to work. But there's nothing more to me now than to bet on this operation.

I don't think it's been three minutes. At that time, the bushes behind him shook with clammy noises.

"-!?

It wasn't my fault or anything, but before me again, a blunt giant appeared snug. Too powerful, my body starts to tremble again.

Just as I dropped my lunchbox earlier, this time, the rice balls I was gripping rolled to the ground.

But that's fine. This poisonous mushroom rice balls is already finished. I dropped the bull, but I was going to throw it anyway. Instead, it could be dropped naturally and it wouldn't be extra alarming.

Come on, this is the battle from here.

"Oh, please..."

With a small grunt, I hold my bag and move my legs. Slowly lag back, pointing towards the armored bear. Just like earlier, never show your back and run out to avoid irritation.

The armored bear still started fishing for the upright rice balls and the flipped tuppers beside him, honking his nose as he ate my lunch.

A long red tongue licks a tapper with velvet and sauce. You idiot, not that way, you have a main dish that looks better.

"Eat... Eat..."

Moment, goaaa! and the armored bear made a wild squeal. From the open mouth, a large fang, as many as a person's fingers, is stripped out.

"Wow, I'm sorry!

I shouted reflexively and apologized - but shortly afterwards, the armored bear took a sip of peroli and ate.

Rice balls. Mixed sea urchins, poisoned rice balls!

Yay, I think, soon, the armored bear was gobbling and throating and swallowing.

As such, he slowly began to approach me with a sharp eye on me, just because he was still short of food.

"Oh, that... could it... not work?

I see no change in armored bears. Still sniffing his nose, he takes a step with his thick and successful four legs.

Ma, no way, rhesus mushroom poison is not instant!?

Come to think of it, it wasn't an impossible story. It's a suspense drama or something, it's a common scene where you get poisoned, you have pain and instant death while spitting blood the moment you mouth it, but not all poisons work that way. There can also be a pattern of delayed efficacy, that is, developing a few days after ingestion and a few weeks after ingestion.

Even if it doesn't take that long, if the toxicity of the rhinoceros is not immediate enough to represent the effect within a few minutes, I will remain the food of the hungry armored bear.

Oh, shit, I had a head full of eating mushrooms anyway, and I had no idea if the poison was acute. Even intuitive pharmacy, because the intuition is about "somehow understandable," didn't get that much information.

"Oh, you can't..."

Now it was time to give up, that was the time. The armored bear's leg stopped perfectly.

Gah! and raised a sharp growl, and stood up on two legs - I thought I would fall down with a gobble on the spot.

And as it was, he began to exhale roughly.

"Yay, it worked! It worked!

It is clear from the reaction that the poison is eroding the flesh.

The armored bear finally started hard. Every time a big mouth peeling its fangs raises a voice of suffering, it overflows without stopping. Who is scattered? An arm waved at our samurai chooses the earth ground and leaves claw marks on the trunk of the tree.

But still, he turned his gaze toward me just because he still had the instinct to seek prey. It was a wild obsession, or rather, the armored bear woke up again with four legs and took a step.

Now, even if you turn your back and run away at full speed - no, they'll definitely catch up around the second step. So much momentum, I can still feel it from the armored bear.

"Damn, you don't have enough damage! No more..."

No, I do. If the armored bear is suffering from soaring high fever due to the scorching toxicity of the rhesus mushroom, I have the means to pull it up another step!

"Curse yourself as you get sick of a fever you won't stop - 'Red Fever'!

The exclaimed spell is the first spell, Red Fever Disease.

A curse that puts your opponent in a slightly feverish state would only be a whispering effect if you were a healthy body. But even once or twice more, if you eat him in the midst of a life-threatening high fever if his body temperature rises, he's definitely over the dead line!

Still, the armored bear, pushes on. One step. My distance is about three meters.

"Curse yourself as you get sick of a fever you won't stop - 'Red Fever'!

Die.

One more step. Distance, about two meters.

"I won't stop, I'm sick of fever, and I curse myself - 'Red Fever'!

Die.

Yet another step. One meter.

"I won't stop, I have a fever, I'm sick! Curse yourself!

Now, die.

Armored bear steel arms, swinging up.

"Red fever. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The curse cry is forced to end by the awesome shock that struck your body. A hand with a tight claw was shaking down.

"- Ha!?

When I realized, my vision was full of brown ground. Did you fall? Did you fall? No, more than that - hot.

"Ah, ah..."

My stomach, it's hot. Looks like it's burning...... but I touched it and it was wet.

My right hand is stained bright red with blood. Oh, this is my blood.

To the blow the armored bear waved, it hit. A sharp knife-like nail tore my abdomen apart.

That means it should have been activated now. The second spell, "Pain Return".

"Ha ha... Yay..."

Slightly raising his gaze, there was an armored bear rolling on his back that had stopped moving even with Pickle.

The blunt crust, which paints a slender curve covering the abdomen, was engraved with a scratch of four muscles, overflowing with dodgy and red and black blood from its interior.

With the high fever of breaking the limit, the torn belly shock finally killed the armor monster.

Finally. I knocked him out - the moment I realized that, only that the grace period was over, and the pain hit me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Burning pain rushing through the abdomen. And the illusion that life itself becomes a matter of blood and flows. Finally, a real death was about to come down on me.

"And if you don't, you die, or... here... you die, you die..."

Last but not least. This is the last time I'll try. So move, move, move, move, my body!

What barely moved was the bloody right hand. Stretch desperately.

What lies ahead is my bag that rolled right next to me. Chuck was open in full, and I saw a bunch of rhinoceroses and - nicetampopos - that I didn't use from there.

Nicetampopo, what you have there is the action of hemostasis. I just have to use it, right now, here. I just have to bet on the effect of this!

I grabbed a gizzard leaf with my right hand wet in blood, while at the same time I was in the mood and managed... I really managed to wake my body up on my back.

If you roll again and look at the wound...... oh, you shouldn't have seen it. It's already so bright red that I don't know what's going on.

Still, you can't just not see it. With a trembling left hand, remove the golden button on the learning run. The white shirt underneath releases the button only around the belly, further forcing up the t-shirt that was worn underneath it.

Wow, I still suck...... no, but maybe that means I just haven't had a zero bowel drop off my wound and I'm still suffering from minor injuries. Still, if you let this amount of bleeding go, it will surely pass.

"Please, it works... it works, it works..."

No, but just keep hitting the leaves like this, will it really work? Damn, if we just brush it up - no, not yet, can we make it?

"Ugh... yeah, bitter..."

The nicetampoule in my mouth, after all, tasted the same as the tampon leaves, which I uttered when I was a stupid kid. Bitter. I didn't eat it, in the first place, it's not food.

Still, I patiently brush my fucking unsavory leaves with my mouth so that they can be applied directly to the affected area.

I was wondering if this would really work, but intuitive pharmacy guaranteed me "that's okay". I couldn't look that far when I found it, but maybe the curse god, Master Ruinhilde, served me.

"If I die from this... even God... I will curse you..."

That's how I always get sleepy, agonized by the bitterness of my mouth and the pain of my stomach... oh, sleepy... keep my consciousness, be...