I am slammed on the floor of the bathroom with my lunch box, and I am commanded to eat it.

I didn't even get nauseous anymore.

I stand looking at the abandoned convenience store lunch box with no expression on my face.

Then he kicked me out of my back and I jumped off my face into a lunch box dumped on the floor.

Ouch. Smells. Dirty.

But I don't complain. [M]

Me and them seem to be using the same language and living in a completely different world, so it's useless to fight it.

"Hey, eat up."

"Ha, agu..."

She grabbed my hair, and my forehead was covered in crushed lunchbox utensils.

Mixed with the smell of the toilet, it is also like diarrhea.

"Tsumanee's, can't you take any more interesting reactions? The first time I was crying, it was still cuter...

"Bu, but hi... eh"

Gucha.

I feel a sticky feeling on my forehead and the pain of being slapped on the floor.

I don't cry anymore. [M]

Because I found it useless to cry.

Nobody will save me anyway, it's no use fighting back anyway.

We just have to pierce our indifference so that we don't waste as much energy as possible.

"Hey, it's time to start class."

"I know, Isobe. Well, if I told you I was playing with Misaki, I think Mizuki would take a big look."

"Well, we're kind classmates playing with pathetic white packs."

"Must be, hahaha!

What's wrong with that?

The crane that grabbed my hair and Isokai standing nearby laughed at the Guerraggera.

And as it were, he left me to go back to class.

When I made sure they were gone, I slowly stood up and washed my face in the sink.

I was going to have lunch later, where no one was.

But I can't believe this happened in the time off before that.

What I did was alarming.

The same thing should have been repeated many times before.

I'm not the only one seeing this today. [M]

And it's not just the two cranes and Isoguan that make me look like this.

I think Cape White Stuffed is a creature born to be seen down by others.

Everyday tea is enough to be thrown out of lunch in the bathroom and beaten to the ground.

They scour their bags on their own and steal their wallets.

He beat me up when I begged him to give it back.

Even if they don't, they suddenly call me after school and I get bogged down without meaning.

School-specified shoes cannot be worn very often because shoes are frequently lost, and life instruction teachers often blame them for calling them in and intimidating them.

By the way, life instruction teachers are very close to Isogan.

During the class, the desk and chair were missing and sometimes stood all the time.

He's a completely human being on that side (...), and he said, 'Why don't you take a note? So it's with you skipping class, huh?' He pointed at me and laughed.

Not only boys, but women as well.

Girls have turned a cold gaze, even without anything, and have had their hair cut off with scissors, and have been scolded, using childhood tampering, which they were close to until middle school.

"We're friends, right? If we were friends, we'd have to share the same values'

"Oh, um..."

'He's disgusting, isn't he? Just watching makes you nauseous, doesn't it? Right?'

"I, am..."

Say, "It's disgusting." Look, come on. Tell me, or I'll stop being your friend, okay?

"Eh... Ki, also... Yes, sir."

"Mm-hmm."

"Disgusting, sir."

"By whom?

"Mi, Cape...... Kun, but"

I still remember the exchange clearly then.

Bright white in front of me, blurry and tearful.

Seeing that look, he cursed me for being even more disgusting.

I've been forced to masturbate and have been shot with a video of it.

Videos are shared within the class and have been shown to me as threatening teachers and life instructors.

Hatefully, information control was perfect and never leaked to the outside world.

... except once.

I have a sister. She's a very good sister.

Three years of high school, unlike me, it's what we all admire.

My parents were not interested in me as an inferior student, but my sister was very nice to me like a garbage scum.

He comforted me if I cried, and praised me if I got better grades.

It was my only home.

It was only after that video got into my sister's hands that it changed.

During masturbation, he was ordered to call his sister's name.

I was told that if I didn't listen, I would stab him in the back of the hand with a safety pin.

I was scared, that's why I did it.

As a result, not a single one of my allies is in this world anymore.

So I decided not to be interested anymore.

It's no use expecting me, 'cause there's no one anywhere to save me.

◇ ◇ ◇

At the end of one day's gym class, the woman headed to the dressing room.

Only boys are in the classroom.

It was the fold crane that showed up in the light footsteps there.

The hand somehow holds a woman's uniform.

"Folding crane, what's wrong with that?"

Asked so was one of the so-called ”winners” at the top of the karst in the class, Shiro Hirose, who shot the basketball club regulator's seat in a year.

"I borrowed it from Nan."

Nan...... that's my childhood name from kindergarten.

Her full name was Nan (Kusuki) Colorful Flowers (Awful), and she had a weak personality, and she was on my side until middle school, just like my sister.

"So you're saying you can put that on a white pack?

"That's Isobe, sharp wow. So put it on, misaki."

That said, the crane threw a colorful flower uniform at me.

I felt nauseous.

But I have no right of veto.

I obey orders with great devotion.

When you look at me like that, the boys around you say, "I'm really wearing it!," he mocked.

The girls start coming back on the way to get dressed and start talking hiccups as they dont pull.

Colorful flowers also came back with only one gymnast.

Her cheeks were drawn, and she was blatantly avoided when her eyes were about to meet.

When they get up after dressing, the men's laughter adds momentum and a heartless voice pours down from the women.

"Perverted," "Worst," "Disgusting," "Wish I Died".

As if it were a day-to-day starting point for stress.

You're not human, just like you decide it's garbage.

The front door of the classroom opens flat.

When my Mizuki entered the classroom, she looked at me wearing a woman's uniform and said:

"You guys are doing something funny again, mix it up with me, Doctor."

That's what I said, I laugh and come closer to you.

Malice is swirling and spreading.

This is hell.

From here on out, I wonder what they'll do.

I wonder if they beat me up, take pictures of me naturally, and now they hang around the internet.

They titled me a perverted women's costume guy or something.

Whatever they do, they can't resist me.

I gave up and pulled my strength out of my body.

It was then.

My feet glow.

No, not just at my feet, a magically laid figure rose on the floor of the entire classroom.

The light emitted by the shapes gradually becomes stronger, and eventually the classroom is wrapped in white light.

"Khaaaaaaaa!

The woman screamed,

"What's going on?!?

Boys are baffled - eventually, instead of sight, they don't hear anything.

In a bright white world, you can't speak, you can't move, and only a loose feeling in the water surrounds your whole body.

The flow of water takes me somewhere.

And when I opened my eyes, it was - inside a large, Gothic room.

It's not just huge, the ceiling's a joke.

There, this was another chandelier hanging the size of a joke.

The carpet (carpet) is so red and fluffy that I'm sorry to step on it with my shoes.

Looking around, my classmates were behaving suspiciously, just like me.

"Metastatic magic seems to have succeeded, Planus."

The end of the red carpet, a great uncle sitting on a golden throne, said as he stroked his white beard.

"Yes, I have successfully summoned dozens of teenagers from different worlds as planned. There's a mix of men in their 20s, but they decided to summon both parents."

said the long-haired girl with glasses standing on the right side of the throne.

"Um, you'll need a spiritual pillar. Good judgment."

"Thank you."

An uncle and a girl who talk to each other calmly, confusing us.

When the conversation was over, my uncle finally turned his consciousness to us.

"My name is Rex Rey Vassileus, King of the Kingdom of Legnatrics. First, let's apologize for the disrespect, and suddenly I'm sorry I brought you here without explanation."

"What do you mean you brought him here?

Stepping out a step ago, I stuffed my uncle with a genius from Wenmu Road, Gui (wig) Weiyue (when).

Clear brains, excellent motor nerves, good face and good personality.

He's a perfect person, who doesn't even take part in bullying me, and sometimes even flatters the cranes.

Students, including Mizuki, who was baffled by the sudden events, regain a little calm after seeing a laurel that does not lose its cool.

"Some of you may be wondering, but this is a different world. You have been summoned as a brave man to save this country."

Crossworlds, classmates squeal when they hear the words.

It's hard to believe by, but it's too real for mass hallucinations.

We were in the classroom just now. [M]

And everyone should have been pointing at me and laughing.

"There can't be another world, it's a dream story."

"I can't help but believe it, but there's no other way to explain it."

"Assuming it was true, what exactly was the reason you abducted us?

"It's not abduction, it's summons"

"I'm not going to play with words, let me know why you abducted me"

That's right, Gui, it's a force that won't even take a pull on the king's opponent.

"Evidence over theory, it's quicker to see the” anima ”that first dwelt on the naughty body. Ivy, get these people to the training center!

"I'm in awe!

A woman called Ivy, who was beside the king, came forward and looked at us.

"It's Ivy Federa, head of the Knights of Legnatrics. I also know how confused you feel about strange lands, but I want you to follow me first. If we look at our own anima, we'll know why we've been called to this world."

I just don't understand what's going on.

In the meantime, do we have to follow her first?

We will be guided to the throne room. [M]

And yet...... oh, no.

I can't believe you're dressed like this, being flown to another world at such a time.

My body is heavy.

I'm glad things got nasty, but what do people in this world think when they look at me?

"Hey."

Someone slaps me on the shoulder.

Turning around, there was a crane there.

He looked me in the eye and said,

"Who are you?"

I said.

Who?

Are you going to continue such low-level behavior until you come to another world?

"I'm white, aren't I?

When I give it back as it should, I also notice my strangeness. [M]

That... Something, like a voice, high.

Speaking of which, my body is slightly heavier, and there are other things - yes, the shape of my palms, the height of my gaze, they're unusual.

Your hair's stretched to your shoulders, and your face, then?

"Is... white stuffed? Ha, ha, right, white stuffing! Ha, ha, ha!

Confused, the crane suddenly laughs out.

Just like when you saw me dressed as a woman, with a malicious laugh, with Guerra Guerra.

"Hey guys, look!

Caught in his voice, my classmates' gaze focused on me.

"This guy's white! I thought you were in the mood and dressed like a woman, and you're really gonna be a woman! Ha-ha-ha!

To a woman?

No way. How did that happen?

But my voice was definitely high, my body felt different, and I felt like there was nothing to be had, and most importantly... I had a chest.

I can't see my face, but the fact that I didn't know the crane right away makes me wonder if this one has changed in a feminine way.

"You're misaki with all your fame, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I notice a trace amount of passion in the eyes of a crane that looks at me, mixed with malice.

It's been a long time since I've felt terrible disgust for losing interest in everything.

Not just my loved ones and dignity.

I can't believe I even lost my identity as a gender.

Because I was dressed as a woman, you think I was mistaken for a woman when I was summoned?

There can't be such, ridiculous talk about being able to change even gender for such a nasty reason.

I feel nauseous.

I have chills.

Not just people.

Not only the world.

You abandon me to the god of fate.