1-02: Run away, go home, and then…

1-02: Run away, go home, and then...

This is the story of an average boy.

From his perspective, 2 years had passed since the end of that April.

At that time, golden week was just around the corner. And he and his family would be going on a rare trip together.

Eager and impatient, he hurried back home as soon as school ended.

But as luck would have it, he suddenly fell or was sucked into something, and he vanished from the world.

By the time he came to, he was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by the greens of mother nature.

Although he didnt make a commotion due to his personality, he was still understandably shocked.

After some time, he calmed down. But nevertheless, he was still at a loss with no idea how to proceed.

For a 13-year-old boy who had no knowledge on survival or techniques for that matter there was nothing else for him but to loiter about.

His phone was out of the question. The signal just couldnt reach this odd forest filled with odd trees and plants he had never before seen or heard of.

Odd animals even roamed about.

A horned spider. A fire breathing rabbit. A giant bird as big as a jumbo jet, flying about in the sky.

He averted his eyes, trying to convince himself that this was not real, but eventually, even that reached its limits.

After fearlessly running from the giant bird, somehow someway he won lady lucks favor, and he managed to exit the forest.

But as far as his luck was concerned, that was it.

With the giant bird gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, and it finally dawned on him.

But then again, it was really more of him being forced to acknowledge rather than just him coming to a realization.

Strange small animals were one thing. After all, those could still be blamed on his lack of knowledge. But giant birds were another thing altogether. Those couldnt possibly exist on Earth.

So there was no choice left to him, but to acknowledge it. And by it, that is of course referring to the fact that he was no longer on Earth. He was in a different world.

For a boy his age who was loved reading books and comics, he had his fair share of knowledge regarding otherworld matters.

But as for whether it was for better or for worse that he quickly realized it, it was more or less neither.

After all, there was still nothing he could do about it.

So off he walked just as he did before, leaving behind the forest, as he tried to stifle any sort of uneasiness within him.

Why was he thrown into this world? What should he do from now on? Will he meet anyone here?

And if he does, will they lend him a hand? To begin with, are there even humans in this world?

If there are, how was he supposed to explain himself?

The more he thought, the more anxious he grew, so he stopped.

He chased away the one thing he didnt want to worry about the most to a corner in his mind, where it was drowned out by other worries.

But in the end, he still ended up thinking about it.

Can I even go home?

Could he go back home to that house? To that house where his parents and his siblings were waiting?

Pangs of despair lashed out from inside him accompanied by an odd sense of excitement.

It was almost as if he was the main character in an anime or a manga but that flash of a thought was but a mere flash; it died almost as soon as it appeared.

He was no longer a child who would dream of something like that, much less believe in it.

He wanted to run away from reality, so he bluffed to himself. But in the end, he rejected the thought.

I was definitely summoned to this world to save it! Is of course, impossible

Since he realized it almost immediately, he couldnt even lose himself in that fool of a dream.

But when he stumbled across something that resembled a farmers village, he at least, felt some relief.

Alas, that relief couldnt last past five minutes.

Obvious as it may be, he was a young boy from Japan who could only speak Japanese. Naturally, he didnt know a lick of this worlds language.

After all, this was a different world.

The knowledge and common sense he had could not be used in this world.

So of course, neither could the only language he knew.

His one saving grace was that the person he saw at least resembled the humans he knew of.

With his poor communication skills, not even his gesturing and signing managed to get through.

He was an ordinary, Japanese middle school student, so of course, he was without training and was also obviously unsuitable for farm work.

As for the farmers, they just thought that a weak child incapable of speech suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

As misfortunes piled atop one another, as if to push that pile even deeper into the abyss, it turned out that the people of this world had only one language.

The only ones who spoke a different tongue were their enemies.

Regarding translation magic, they existed, yes. However, something of that nature wouldnt possibly be passed to some farm village far out in the sticks.

Then again, even if it were, it still wouldnt be able to translate for the boy, as the language the boy spoke was Japanese, a language from another world.

Aside from his half-baked appearance, the farmers mustve felt him to be excessively odd.

In the end, regardless of whether it was him running or him being rejected, he had no choice but to leave the village

From that day on the days for him were harsh.

Fortunately, in his travels, he came across some people who offered him a hand. Some of which even became his friends, allowing him to learn their language and the rules of this world.

But due to his identity as an otherworlder and due to the actions he took, a certain incident occurred.

Those who fell into misfortune and those who perished were not just one or two.

Pangs of guilt weighed heavily upon his heart, preventing him from settling down. So for 2 years, he travelled the world, desperately searching for a way back home.

It was his fault, he thought. If only he wasnt here.

If so, then the people who fell into misfortune wouldnt have fallen.

I keep forgetting since its merged with me.

Even as the assassin mumbled to himself, he looked around him but what was horrifying was that the assassin was in fact a child.

With unkempt, long, black hair and two brown eyes, that was a face that could be seen anywhere in Japan.

He was neither tall nor short, no dominating aura about him either, but his presence was not weak.

He was an average, young boy, and if it werent for those black clothes he had over his body, no one would believe him to be the assassin.

He was the type who could easily blend in with a crowd even if that crowd was from another races town.

But it was precisely because of that that this boy stood out within this room.

Filled to the brim with gold and dazzling jewels, this here was none other than the demon kings treasure room. The treasures here were stored up by the many demon kings throughout history. Mixed with these treasures were magic tools with varying effects that could be said to be their trump card.

For an average boy dressed in black clothes to be standing in the middle of all this, he stuck out like a sore thumb. While the person himself was not unaware, he didnt show even the slightest bit of concern as he continued to look around him.

Oi, Giol. Exactly how am I supposed to find it from all these?

The treasure room was vast, yet there was so much treasure inside that even the floor couldnt be seen. In fact, if one were to take a closer look, seemingly dangerous objects like treasure swords and armors could be seen everywhere. Seeing how he needed to rummage through this mess of a room made the boy want to complain to a certain man who wasnt here. None of these things were of note to him, the gold and silver included. He had little interest for wealth, so from the start, he never felt anything when he was greeted by this dazzling sight.

Supposedly it should be a straight line ahead. And then it should be ahead of this mountain of gold. Haa~

Although there was a mountain of gold right before his eyes that was enough for a man to live hundreds of lifetimes, doing whatever he wanted, the boy only heaved a sigh. With a jump he leapt across that mountain and landed on the other side. And just as he had been informed, that object was there. More precisely, it was enshrined.

Why go through the trouble of enshrining it when you were going to get rid of it so easily?

Atop an extravagant and golden pedestal was an otherwise ordinary-looking pendant. It had ordinary chains for its link, the ones that could be seen anywhere, but what hung from it was a transparent sphere, inside of which was a transparent liquid that seemed to be swaying.

Its swaying?

Ahh the soldiers must be working hard.

I better hurry then. Otherwise, theyll find me faster than expected.

When the boy found out that the swaying was caused by the movement of the soldiers, he shuddered a bit.

Quickly, he took the pendant, and hung it around his neck.

As it swayed, it bumped against the crescent moon pendant that was already hanging from his neck.

Afterwards, he took the ghost cloth that had been transformed into a mantle, and he spread it across the treasures, then he rode it.

Several magic formations had already been drawn over the cloth, so there was already plenty of magic power coursing through it.

Dont worry. The coordinate axis has already been determined. Weve also ran plenty of experiments.

All thats left is to use this and cross worlds.

Theres no telling whether itll go well or not though unless we try it ourselves, but thats exactly what makes it exciting.

As the boys face strained in nervousness, he muttered as if he was talking to someone.

Hed done everything he could to prepare for this, but even all the preparation in the world couldnt remove that sliver of probability for failure.

Such fears werent anything new however. Theyve been following him ever since he found a way back home after all.

But after finally finding a way back home, there was just no way he could live with himself without trying it out. He had to try it.

Its not like living heres bad or anything. Its just that, so long as Im here, Ill trouble others so its not a place I should be.

The city he grew up in flashed through his mind. His childhood days. The house his family lived in. And although there werent many, the childish days he spent with the few good friends he had.

That was the place he belonged to. As he resolved himself, he held the two pendants tight in his hands.

One was a treasure that the many demon kings had filled with magic power throughout the generation, and the other was a cheap looking pendant shaped after the crescent moon.

I-Im coming back home Im definitely gonna come back home!

Unlike other transfer magic, a strange sense of disgust filled him. But just as he thought he was about to lose to that eerie feeling, he stopped it with his thoughts.

What appeared at the back of his head was the image of his family suddenly separating from him 2 years ago. When he recalled that, he stopped shaking, and he stood firm on his two legs.

Im going to meet them! I want to meet them! As he resolved himself to meet them one more time, the boy yelled.

Im gonna come back home even if its from Falandia!!!

And so, he arrived.

When he saw that, the boy was sure of it he was back.

When he arrived at the designated unpopular forest, he saw a manmade light, in which he saw hope.

For a while, he caressed the nostalgic concrete road, but not long after, a squad of black-haired Japanese men appeared before him.

Japanese numbers and geographical locations could be seen written over the number plate of the station wagons and the jeeps lined up.

When he heard the men fluently speak Japanese, he almost broke out in tears.

But that feeling quickly vanished when something unexpected happened.

Dont move!

Even though that voice was strong and forceful, because it spoke in Japanese, the boy felt something well up from inside his chest.

Or at least that wouldve been so if not for the black lustered object that was obviously a gun aimed at him.

Still the boy couldnt help but be surprised that he would actually find himself nostalgic despite that.

Just what was going on?

Torn between the excitement of his successful return and his confusion at this turn of events, his heart couldnt calm down.

He was glad to have met another person. Moreover, him returning to his own country was nothing short of Gods work.

Now, if only he wasnt being surrounded by a group of men that looked like the JSDF

2218, You are under arrest for illegal entry from another world! Arrest him!

Whats going on!?

The boy returned on this years April.

To him it was misfortune, but to the world it was fortune.

Tl Note: Oh, and RTD gave the OK for me to translate this novel, so yeah its officially picked up now. All I could think of while reading this chapter was this song: