January was almost over, but the weather was still freezing.
“Eh? What, what the hell?”
In the modern twenty first century Japan, a boy living in a corner of Shizouka prefecture encountered an unknown mystery out of the blue.
No wonder he was showing such an expression.
The boy opened his mouth wide and stood stiff.
Inspiration struck him.
He knew, he knew what this situation was.
That was the conclusion the boy had.
The boy’s body wouldn’t stop trembling.
The sense of wonderment and enthusiasm welled up within him.
The boy who almost lost control of his bowels because of the chemicals secreted from his brain felt immense joy from his very soul.
His father was an obsessed Otaku and his mother was a Cosplayer.
“Whooaaa…”
He was a true elite through both heritage and knowledge.
The boy had already ran millions of simulations in his mind in the event that he encountered things like summoning, reincarnation, traveling to another world, time travel or possession.
“Whhooooaaaaa!”
Opening his school bag, he grabbed a pen from his pencil case.
“Hurry up ahhhhhh!”
As though he was possessed by the spirit of Asura.
How many seconds would a summoning last?
If he missed this chance, the boy would definitely stick his head into a toilet bowl to commit suicide. But he would not become the fiancee of a handsome blonde man.
Even right now, he was suppressing his strong urge to charge into the mysterious whirlpool with his tenacious willpower.
This was goodbye forever, he had to leave a last farewell to his parents who raised him.
The boy threw the notebook containing his last words to the side, took out his student pass from his chest pocket and placed it on top. He was confident that it would be delivered to his parents.
He sprinted without any fear on his face, only hope.
It might be a one way trip, but he won’t regret it.
He thought: if only I had prepared for this.
Why didn’t he wear a suit of armour out normally? He didn’t have a katana with him, no, he didn’t even have a butterfly knife on him.
No, if he knew, when his father was deliberating whether to buy a house or a tank, he would have pushed for the tank.
In the end, it was the fault of politics!
Objectively speaking, it had only been ten seconds since he saw the mysterious whirlpool.
“Jump for it!”
He screamed:
A cry from his very soul.
Since it was a story, heroines would definitely be needed.
<チョロイン, girls who fall for the MC very easily.>
The boy studied popular dramas and researched shojo mangas, but was given the ‘disgusting’ rejection several times.
Wasn’t the ‘disgusting’ rejection a bit too much? What if it pushed the other party to suicide?
The boy thought bitterly.
Hence, he prayed.
It would be even better if the love story started from a first kiss.
Hence, the boy used his hope of a wonderful future to bear with the incredible pain that assaulted him when he charged into the whirlpool.
The target of his worship was a Choroin of course.
I want a Choroin.
I want a harem.
With a lewd expression, he was lost in his own world, imagining a Choroin who summoned him to be a hero in order to save her world from crisis.
The boy who had been poisoned by the Japanese subculture was being controlled by his greed.
Looks, grades and athletic abilities were all on the level of a normal high schooler.
Even if it was a summoning, he never suspected that the other world might not be a world of swords and magic.
What if the summoner was a bad guy?
But it was fine, this was his nature.
Even if the world was his enemy.
When another girl rejected him by saying ‘die you Otaku’ which made him cried, he deluded about fighting terrorists in order to save that girl as he took a bath.
His mindset was that of a hero.
That was the only weapon Nonomiya Ippei had as he began his adventure.
“......”
Her head was covered by a black cloak with white threads along its edge. In her hand was a black staff that was taller than herself.
Large drops of sweat dripped from her forehead, the petite mage kept on injecting large quantity of mana into the circle, carefully controlling the operation of the magic circle.
“It’s here!”
Without a doubt, this was a successful reaction, which made the mage tense.
Summoning magic was an ancient spell that was already extinct. The reason was simple; there was no telling what would be summoned. From powerful beasts to useless critters, this magic was random without discriminating between good or evil.
Five hundred years ago, a certain country in a state of war summoned a hero in secret.
Such methods were normally reserved for slaves or serious criminals, but they did it to a hero. What an incorrigible and disgusting story.
Summarizing it into three sentences, it would be:
Uwah, he massacred the royal family!
That’s how it was.
And so, this story became a way to teach moral lessons, suitable for parents to educate their children.
But summoning magic fell out of use because of this.
For the user to become the one who was used would be very idiotic.
“......”
She gripped her staff tight as she watch the space in the middle of the magic circle twist and deforms.
“......”
She had researched the lost arts of summoning for ten years.
For that genius, what comes next would be the main event.
“......”
The preparations were complete.
The genius who prepared for everything had no openings.
The mage who understood that geniuses needed to be affirmed by success focused on the end result.
At this moment, goose bumps covered her skin.
The ominous feeling raised her nervousness greatly, her fear that something powerful might be summoned rose drastically.
A sudden thought hit her from the heavens.
To grasp such a truth in a moment like this.
When she naturally understood something that was obvious, the floodgate opened and filled her with nervousness.
“Why-why did I researching summoning magic…?”
But, it was too late to turn back.
It wasn’t magic powers, but the pressure of some huge physical object falling.
Her sixth sense was ringing the warning bell in her heart loudly, her heart was filled with dread.
“Choroin—!”
When the mage heard the roar of the thing tearing through the fabric of space, she couldn’t help screaming.
Five ropes that could weaken and stop a dragon lashed out at the object that was roaring, but the spell aimed at the target missed.
There were three reasons.
2: The target was smaller than expected, and the caster misjudged her aim in her panic.
“Yihee—!?”
It was impossible to stop the movement of something that wasn’t moving, so the caster stopped her restraining spell.
“......”
In this silent room, the dark mage couldn’t even feel surprise.
However, her heart was still beating fast.
But she couldn’t afford to stay still either.
But—
The boy lifted his head and shouted fiercely.
The mage rolled her eyes under her cloak.
Brown hair with an all-black outfit.
The boy had a friendly smile, but he didn’t look sixteen at all. He seemed younger than that.
For the black cloak mage, all these didn’t matter.
Her summoning magic couldn’t summon people, that was the way her spell was structured.
It would be easier to hire people directly anyway, and this wasn’t a convenient magic that could specify the race that would be summoned.
The mage’s brain which had stalled slowly started revving, and her field of vision expanded.
And she understood.
Oh no, I became a kidnapper.
The black cloak mage focused her cloudy mind and observed the boy.
It would be terrible if he was a noble from another country, in the worst case, it could trigger a war.
“I am from the school of Dark holy magic beam sword! I am confident in my certain kill skill magic break dark flash!”
It had a violent feel to it, normal people definitely won’t possess such a skill.
This was bad, she would die if his mood sours. The black cloak trembled as she imagined the worse scenario.
“Uwah, the tone of an old person. No no no, princesses also use such elegant tones. This isn’t bad for the impression of a character.”
“Hah, huh…?”
“You are the one who summoned me, Okay?”
“Woo ha! Heroine confirmed!”
The boy in front of her was too hard to understand.
The mage did something terrible to him, but he didn’t complain at all.
The mage was utterly confused, but she still came up with an answer by using her genius intellect.
No, could it be, the one before her was—
The mage muttered this word.
However, hero summoning was a lost ancient art.
Because magic and coincidence were things on two extreme ends.
The boy was also staring at the black cloak mage.
“That’s right, I am your hero.”
The heart of the mage beat strongly for a moment.
Familiarizing herself with the skills, deepening her understanding and constructing new theory was the calling of the mage.
“You, you say you are my, hero?”
“... I, I see.”
But right now, she felt the fire that had already extinguished within her lit up again.
She remembered that one member of the royal family didn’t end up as a slave.
From the legends, it seemed the two of them were in love.
The mage wondered if the meeting with the hero before her was the reason why her heart as a girl was moved.
And revealed her beautiful head of silver hair.
The petite body that was a head shorter than the boy finally showed her cute face and watery eyes.
The mage then said:
The boy Nonomiya Ippei fainted.
If one side couldn’t see the other side’s face, things won’t conclude with a ‘boy meets girl’ perfect ending.