Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The clerk and branch keeper of the Municipal Sakuraki Hill High School was summoned, along with dozens of students and three teachers who were gathering at the end of the garbage at the school festival, behind the school building.

In an instant, the world is covered in light.

Immediately after such an explosive flash that it was not strange to misunderstand, he was attacked by a floating sensation that would be taken somewhere with each gut.

And by the next moment, the floating sensation had already disappeared.

The light piercing the lid also vanished in an instant.

Relieved by the signs of those who felt fuzzy, the sawdust opens his eyelids and circles his gaze.

The students began to bother, while the three teachers were upset. Odd and moaning voices were starting to rise early.

Where am I?

Why are you here?

He asked me to leave.

[Those who drift in the confines of the world]

Voices and blushes echoed in my brain.

Strange and calm. I also think it was absolute motherhood.

It was the same for the students and the teachers, and the oddity, and the screaming, and the bluffing subsided.

[Unfortunately, you have been summoned]

I could understand the wonder and the meaning much better. I understand, but I don't know what that means.

[In another world that isn't here, some talented immature has succeeded in summoning brave men who shouldn't exist in playtime]

Don't be ridiculous, a class A gym teacher speaks up all year long based on us.

The students began to raise their voices one after the other.

[- The Earth was already nestled from my control, so I cannot prevent the summons, and the world that summoned you is not beyond my control]

[Now, this is how I am able to interfere with you because everything is ambiguous about the world movement that happened by subpoena]

More teachers tried to raise their voices but their voices blocked it.

[The world you're going to live in is not a place where people rule like the Earth. There's a danger right around the corner that's out of your hands]

Everyone gets their throats stuck in that harsh voice.

It was like when my mother was scolding me at a young age.

[I don't know the words, no force, no magic. In you, it's too helpless a world]

And quickly soothes his voice.

[I'm not sneaky to throw you guys into a place like that. So I give you the least amount of power. First, the words and the body you can adapt to.]

Everyone glows blue.

[And give yourself a sword (from my side) to protect your people]

A lump of white bow glowing over the shape of the sword rose before each of them.

Everyone had it in their hands without nature and vigilance.

[Then go, my children. I hope you're not at least healthy]

My child? Soon after I wondered, my body glowed black. I also feel like I'm being pulled somewhere.

It was then.

The sword is snapped from the hand of the collector.

And in no time, the guy disappeared as he ran.

That back was freshman...... I didn't even know his name.

I could only manage to think of my face. Seems like a victory and pride. Rumor has it he's the son of some president? I remembered it becoming a rumor among the teachers.

Otherwise I might not have even remembered my face. Because the names of the students who have been enrolled for six months are stupid and flattering.

Without an angry opponent, the Zodiac will not lose sight.

[Stupid. Rest assured, those who are here now. If you went to the world there, the sword (from my side) will be your talent and you will be well established. You can't take it away. And here I am no longer, and I will not tolerate that either]

Hearing the scolding of the Lord of the Voice, he accidentally had eyes with a physical education teacher who was a little away, but he disappeared with a face that could take both a smile and a bitter smile.

Other students and teachers who had eyes disappeared with the same face.

The collector was pessimistic when he wondered if he would be summoned as he was.

Municipal Sakuraki Hill High School, twenty-five first-year students, twenty-five second-year students, twenty-five third-year students, three teachers, one clerk, a total of seventy-nine were summoned from Earth, to another world.

[... Oh, my poor child. Sorry]

The collector hadn't flown yet.

They were left alone in the white space.

[Because there is only one sword per person (from my side), I cannot give you a new sword (from my side). If you want to go down to the world over there, you can't even take back the power that has anchored you in your soul. I could steal a sword (from a chi) because all beings are obscured here, but I can't steal a sword (from a chi) again so that people can't take away people's talents if it's the original, definite world of existence]

I also thought that the collector would somehow be, and I can say that I'm bad for being stolen in the first place. Because there's no one here to tolerate theft.

Though, I wasn't even willing to forgive you.

[It's the only connection in a land you don't even know about, don't think too much noise]

The Lord of the Voice could not have said more.

Don't resent the world that's coming, don't curse.

If it were true, the fool who stole the sword would still be here.

But it was held back by the world.

The exercise of the legitimate power of the world, based on the right of control of the world to which it belongs, takes precedence over all.

Already they belonged to the world over there.

The collector, however, had already made up his mind.

I don't want to forgive you.

[... But you're in trouble]

Listening to troubled voices, the collector still thought about being stolen.

I'm not willing to forgive you.

But I can't take it back.

Then he doesn't want to get involved anymore.

The same is true of my job failures, and I found it difficult to adapt myself to society.

I can't deny it if they say it's not hard enough, and I don't think it's wrong if they say it's not patient enough.

However, what I would like to do is to be needed and earned in society in extreme conditions, and the other stages are of no use.

If you think they or things are wrong, you will have no accommodation, no patience, and you will protest clearly. Even if that was not my own dissatisfaction, but a legitimate one, then it did not work in society.

That's why I don't want to get involved.

No, you might be right not to get involved.

I couldn't adapt well to society. It's not degrading, it's not facing the victim. That's just the truth.

I've been a guard, cleaner, clerk, etc., before I could.

It was all part-time or contractor.

So the collector was thinking.

After the summons, he said to distance himself from them.

Contractor's clerk, there was no more reason to be with me until I was patient than to lose the connection.

Low wages, no glance at birth, no renewal of contracts.

Therefore, there can be no sense of belonging, love company spirit, professionalism, etc.

Still, to the best of my ability, I did my job seriously, so I shouldn't be blamed for that.

[… So shall we shift the summons somewhere else? You can't make me stop summoning, which is what people do, if that's about it]

There was no sign that God over there would suddenly exercise control over this young man.

On the contrary, it doesn't matter where it is, it is tolerant.

Instead of tolerance, it was a sign that I wasn't even interested.

The collector sparked his eyes at the unexpected suggestion.

Without even thinking that it was a response as if I had read my mind.

I was even hoping to ask for a snow mountain or a desert or something less populated if possible. The treasurer was from the snowland, and whether it was its recoil or its romance into the desert. I wasn't thinking of a desert that wasn't before, or a snow mountain of death, though, and if possible a little bit in front of the border, a snow mountain or desert outside just a few of the living areas where there are people less than the better degree.

On top of the finesse, it was a figurative wish.

[... like I said, the world is full of warcraft and monsters, right?

Still, the collectors even thought that all they had to do was get food and water, and then a rainstorm.

Immediately after it was stolen, it had become self-destructive, disgusting, and short-circuited in the face of paranormal phenomena.

Still, I didn't think it was a wish that diverged so much from what I wanted.

[... you can only prepare food and water for a year, like a general magic book in that world, a knife, right? I can't just give you preferential treatment, and I can't interfere excessively with the world over there]

I tell you to behave like an idiot who doesn't listen to my mother.

But stupid kids nod.

Be happy.

[Okay. Then go.

When the collector lowered his head with a pepper, he disappeared, wrapped in black light.

In a space where no one is anymore, only the voice sounds.

[resent my mother who can do nothing. Do not curse the irrational world, nonetheless. If I may, I don't resent the world over there, and I don't have a happy life.]

[With the stolen child, my child is my child. I guess it's a stupid mother to wish that child happiness. But I no longer know if the sword I took here (from my chi) can be used steadily. Disaster and bliss is called a cruel piece of rope, but then it's too harsh. Oh, you're still a stupid mother. Be happy for all your children]