Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (WN)

"I was just..."

It was such a distressing voice that Shuiming leaked against the pain in his butt, which was not conducive to an aggressive response to the sudden events, and could have been the price for it.

It was totally unexpected. Sure, I expected something to happen, but I couldn't get a landing. So, that would be unexpected.

Hard floors. Probably cobblestones or tiles. I just got a strong buttcake and a tailbone screamed.

Fulfill, what happened. Needless to recall, it was a current event.

On his way home from school, he and two friends were dragged into a metastatic magic formation that suddenly appeared on the side of the road.

And then, ahead of the transfer, I hit him in the ass.

(... you're a total loser. Like this)

Himself, a modern day with dense concrete forests, has taken an unknown magical path. It's only been twelve years and there in the road, but I still recognize myself as somewhat armed. Such a modern sorcerer, himself, hooked up easily to the exercise of the sorcery of others.

I could sense it, but I could see it in front of me, but I couldn't handle it, and I was just arching my arm for a second.

After all, what mistake would there be in calling this a lapse? It's not faceless, and it's impudent.

In that way, Mizumi turned to her side to see what had happened to her friend, who was walking next door again, with tears in her eyes at the pain that was different from the pain that pain caused.

"Say..."

Right next to herself stroking her ass, her friend, Shining Trinity, was gasping for pain in her ass just like she was.

"Hey, Trinity. Are you okay?"

"Oh, I can handle it. Shuiming is..."

"My ass hurts. That's terrific. It broke vertically..."

"Ha ha, you too - said Mizumi! Just you?

To this other un-loved joke, Trinity laughs languidly, but only for a moment. I immediately realized that there was no other friend of mine who was walking with me, Aniki Shui (that Mizuki), and I raised my voice of impatience.

Certainly not. The girl we were walking with earlier, nowhere.

Look around. The cylindrical room, closed on stone walls, is dim and dim, illuminated by an old-fashioned candlestick. No, there are doors that look harsh and prints painted on hard floors where they put their buttocks and feet on. Magic formation of metastasis.

"Ah, oh. You don't have a water tree..."

Shuiming whines with a slight seep of confusion in anxiety that lacks a friend.

And Trinity haunts her head with expression reluctance for more confusion than that.

"How the hell... and what the hell is this place...?

"Oh, I don't know where this place is either. But I know that we've been flown somewhere we don't know what to do."

"... Could this be?

In line with Trinity II, who looks suspiciously at the large magic formation on the floor, Shuiming also once again looks out for the magic formation. In a giant circle, about a quarter of the circle is drawn, and the geometry in it does not lead to four, five, or five rows. There is a language on the brink of the magic formation that I have never seen before.

I know that it is a formation similar to a uniquely developed demon or summons, but I am the only one who can see that now in this setting.

Naturally, I don't know the average person, Trinity II. I dated him from middle school, but I didn't even teach him that I was a magician. So what's under this foot will also only be known in comics, cartoons and subcultures.

Getting out of there (without) is half-hearted. Only unclear speculation as to whether maybe this happened because of this.

"Probably."

"Wow..."

Trinity looks more tired of the white-white consent of Shuiming, who is judging the situation.

It's certainly a situation that makes me want to look like that. Even myself would now be seeping a little bitterness into his pioneering face.

"... Hey, Mizumi. I remember so much about this sudden and passing situation."

"I know. This is what the entertainment novel Mizuki gave me the other day"

"Right. Suddenly the situation is very similar to that of an array of people who are summoned to another world and asked to defeat the Demon King. I guess."

"It's not funny. Seriously, that's not funny. That's a joke."

With a face like the one brought on by his stomach, Mizumi emits an even more fed up voice. Trinity then gave him a dry laugh somewhere with a look that seemed complicated.

"Ha ha... but you feel something like that"

"Trinity, are you serious?

"Yeah."

I take my gaze off Trinity, who snorts heavily, first off, fuzzily unknown, and Shuiming tries to analyze the situation around him with witchcraft. The situation with the novel is too unexpected fate to be good at, but if this is not the planet, there must be an error in the nature surrounding us.

We will gather the results of the exploration that gradually emerges. Gravity is normal, and there is no significant change in the composition of the atmosphere. Acceptable variation due to change of location.

But...

(That's a thick mana... is it because of this room?

Yes, the source of mystical forces in the air, called mana, was dense here when it was done. Its intensity is comparable directly above the spiritual veins, within the navels of the earth, sacred temples and circles.

But that's all it takes to certify this place as a different world, and it's a mess. It is just possible that I chose a dense spot of mana for the place to start this magic formation. Rather, that's more likely.

And first and foremost, Trinity has no way of observing it, so she won't be able to perceive the change in relation to it as uncomfortable. It was something else that made me feel weird.

"Trinity. Why do you think that?

"Something, I feel so much stronger."

"Uh, did you melt your brain miso, Mr. Trinity?

"No, he said he didn't receive a weird wave. Here -"

Ungentle destructive sound that goes with Trinity's words and sounds. When Trinity gently slapped the floor off the magic formation, the stone floor smashed and dust erupted.

"Fucking asshole..."

Waterming, who sees it, rounds his eyes. No matter how much Trinity is because she's a sports all-purpose idol-based handsome guy, this isn't. Impossible. We need a proper load to shatter the stone. It's absolutely impossible with just a small poke. Even using overwhelming good-looking force, I can clearly say that's too different direction.

"You see. Done."

"You see, you're not. Don't applaud the ominous predictions..."

ominous. I certainly cannot forbid admiration for the summoning technique that permanently adds physical enhancement...... Think of it as, etc., and notice it there. Is it still your nature as a magician that thoughts go to all the good and bad of such sorcery? I have little nervousness that there are other things to think about as a priority.

"So, what about Mizumi?

…… No, I don't think so. "

Even if you are asked implicitly if it has been enhanced, that is the only answer. Trying to shake my hand back or move my magic didn't feel like it had been enhanced on me.

Perhaps Le Er alone, the seat of the holy brave defeating the evil demon king is filled. Then I am utterly called and lost.

That was in the midst of Waterming dropping his shoulders noticeably. The magic formation beneath my feet began to shine on Russia.

Trinity's face changes to a look driven by agony.

"This is..."

"We're up and running...! Will they fly again or..."

"Called!?

Fast-paced Trinity II. Listen to his honest answers and set yourself up.

Then a magic formation appeared in the hollow that turned the magic formation of the floor around and down.

"Coming!

"Tz -!"

Match your voice, a shadow appears from the magic formation. No, Trinity moved. What came out, could you identify it?

Shows unprecedented and agile movements. Is it because it strengthens the body?

In a moment, Trinity stopped holding her.

"Mizuki!"

"Huh...? Triju-kun, why...?

"Good for you, Mizuki. Thanks to Trinity, your ass was protected."

Thus again, the three friends restarted in an unknown place.