"What a dream?"
I woke up to find my hand still outstretched trying to reach something that no longer exists. I didn''t remember much besides the words '' I hope you can end this cycle ''
''What cycle?'' I thought to myself as I wiped the sweat off my face.
"What time is it? I have a morning class today."
I move my hand to grab the glasses but my hand hit something hard. A wall.
"What?"
There shouldn''t be a wall there. My bed was in the center of the room. I also realized something I wasn''t lying on a bed but on the cold floor with the bright sun shining on my face.
<<Eye cure, Scar cure, heart condition=ideal>>
The computerized voice startled me but before I can respond to it. I find that my eyesight has become better as I could clearly see the bright blue sky above me.
I was lying in an alleyway. With no knowledge of how I came here with a brown haired boy smaller than me looking down on me.
"Hey!"
"Kiree ana sha gare??"
Heeh, Did I hear it right or did the kid just babble some useless nonsense?
"Can you repeat that?"
"Kirre Nanaitklamgare??"
After the words, he looks at me with prying eyes waiting for a response. I don''t think he can understand me either. Still, from my position, we kept staring at each other. I was too exhaustedto move and it seemed he wanted something from me.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.
*thud*
"What the hell!?"
"Kirre Hontagare."
The boy kicked me followed by an angry glare and some rebuking words.
<< Activate Unique Skill『Keira Language』? YES/NO>>
Suddenly, there was a voice in the back of my head. Wha... what was that?Unique Skill(Keira Language)...?And... what was that voice?
I thought I heard a strange voice before, but I guess I wasn''t just hearing things,
-huh...Is someone there?
Yet, somehow that doesn''t fit. More than someone being here... it''s more like words appearing in my mind. The voice lacks intent; like the voice that would come from a computer, calling it synthesized would perhaps be most accurate.
Itseems like a language skill so my response is..... [YES!]
"Sir, Why are you sleeping in front of our house?"
I finally understood him. It was really a language skill.
"Sorry, I can''t move right now but I will be gone in a few seconds."
"Be gone or I am calling the Guards."
The boy left after hearing my reply.
"Wait...."
Despite my cry, the boy quickly ran away. It seems he was afraid of me or something.
Tsk
-I forget to ask him the most important question. Where the hell am I?
I stood up from the ground and started brushing the dust off my clothes. The boy and I weren''t alone in the alley. There were some other people staring at me.
"..."
I am just an ordinary guy lacking character. I have short black hair and rather average height. Not too tall and not too short. I havea physique that would make you wonder if I had ever trained his body and bore a striking resemblance to a cheap gray t-shirt.
I have a look so ordinary that a person could lose me in the crowd—But despite that, those who saw me right would most certainly look at me as a strange object. It''s something that is to be expected. At any rate, of all the people staring at me, not a single one had black hair nor wore a jersey
Their hair came in many colors like red and gold, from colors like brown all the way to green and blue. Furthermore, they were dressed in stuff like a dancer''s clothing, a pitched black robe and the like. Some people were also wearing armors.
They seemed like a cast of some medieval B class movie. It was clear that I wasn''t at home or anywhere else in my neighborhood.
Most reasonable, I wasn''t even on the Earth but rather somewhere new.
Under the unrestrained wave of stares, I folded my arms. It seems like I have no choice but to accept it.
"In other words, it''s that," I said while snapping my fingers, and pointing it to the people staring at me. "—a trans-world summon, or so it seems."