Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

How would it have been in a well-watched development?

Certainly the protagonist caught in a strange phenomenon loses consciousness when he falls into a hole or is sucked in, and when he wakes up, it's a different world - that's the place.

"The lab...... then, it's not. I don't care what you think."

However, the feeling and memory of the wind sight were uninterrupted.

Was what he saw in the process fulfilling reality or not? That's an answer I don't care how I twist my head.

I saw a shattered world.

I saw myself shattered.

But I felt my body there. I have hands, I have feet. I knew it was a heartbeat if I wanted to feel it.

Of all the sensations there were, inertia disappears first.

Vision was not what I found out.

There's a crack in the world, and it makes no sense at all from around the landscape falling like plating.

I saw something that just changed the vegetation of the same landscape, and I thought I saw a strange world as if I glanced into a kaleidoscope.

It could have been on the same level as Alice in Wonderland if I were to say it to the extent that I don't know what the phenomenon means.

The distorted landscape shifts with no connection whatsoever.

But there is only one strange part.

That's “red” sticking with us now and ever. The rain of blood that was supposed to have blown on the window gets more and more intense and buries everything with a whirlwind.

Loss of colour and emission of new colours again….

At last nauseated the world of red and running lights, the wind pressed his mouth and laid his hands on the spot.

"Ground, surface...?

I can get my hands on it - it seems.

Speaking of which, at some point the feeling of falling had disappeared.

He finally realized after staring at the ground.

The anomaly has stopped altogether and gravity is returning.

"Oh hey............... Ugh."

But I feel bad. I feel like I'm having a bad car sickness or a rough drinking party.

Unfortunately I couldn't spit out the disgust swirling inside me, and the wind gaze raised my blue face.

Vision is white and cloudy.

I thought my eyes were still strange, but I could speculate from the feeling that it would make my skin limp and damp it would be foggy.

If you stare, you can see the thin rashes and the trees.

It is often remembered in movies and other scenes where thick fog covered the forest. The field of view is whether there are only five meters.

If you lowered your gaze, there was rotten soil spread out on the ground.

They still must be in the woods.

Less than a meter radius the trees grow together and there is almost no sesame grass. It looks like a shady leaf forest in Buna around where you can see young trees sparsely.

Especially since I still can't afford to care about that stuff.

"Wow, here comes another wave..."

Windmill had managed to drink the feeling of competing up to the back of his throat.

What the hell happened to labs and universities?

When he was worried that he could throw up on the spot he was not sure, he found his skin tone at his feet.

It was a luxurious hand, with both hands tied with wilderness rope.

You noticed the gaze, it moved weakly showing a tingle and gripping the hem of your trousers.

"Girl......?

There was a girl who wasn't even old enough to roll to the ground.

Small, but is it about junior high? Would it be more appropriate to describe her as thin and faded than luxurious?

Her cheeks are slightly puffy, and her lips are rough. He also had no long brown hair, and the kuma under his eyes was quite deep.

Plus, I'm worried about the costume.

The clothes she was wearing seemed like hemp I haven't seen much of lately, and that was also poorly designed for such a young child to wear.

There is an image of a long skirt and a qualitative shirt that is being grabbed by the crude. Besides, the place seemed so worn that it was rubbed and good.

It is dressed like a medieval village daughter if easily likened.

"... ahh. -... kufu. ………………"

The wind gaze, distracted by all those clothes, had missed hearing the gasp of a fishy girl raised to land.

She comes squeezing her hem for help in a painful exhale.

"Oh, hey, you okay? Is there a proper consciousness and sensation?

I should have been in the university lab sometime in the woods. Besides, before I was sure, I ran into a girl tied with rope.

I've thought back before, but I can't stand any muscle tracks.

The current situation is completely incomprehensible, but the condition of the girl was a prerequisite. Maybe she has a terrible asthma and can't breathe.

I'll wake him up so he can breathe easily in the stomach. At times like this, it makes it harder to breathe if you keep him asleep.

However, the wind gaze was to keep an eye on the moment.

It was the "red-black dyed” neck that made my hair flow saggily and dew.

"Become..."

If I stared, I could see a single line of cuts on my bloody neck.

Ten or eighty-nine, it would be a cut with a sharp blade. Not so deep, but not even shallow.

The blood looks black, and the flow is loose, so the jugular vein is probably cut.

The ground, which was not well seen by the fog, is stained with a large amount of blood, which is all over it.

There was also quite a bit of blood stained in the right half of the girl I was downstairs and it was already too late or not...... it looked like such a setouchi.

"Help, help..."

I felt the girl was trying to whisper weakly.

But we don't know where this place is without blood transfusion equipment.

I wish this was one of those odd dreams, but the calming cold girl's temperature pokes at the wind that this is real.

(Then how do you help......!?

Normally, lack of blood results in hypovolemic shock.

If you don't have enough blood, your blood pressure will decrease, and you won't even get oxygen because you won't get blood around your brain or vital organs. The body then concentrates blood on vital brains and organs.

Then the energy supply doesn't go well and you start using emergency energy to prevent new energy from reaching your heart either. But when you use it, you accumulate waste that degrades your heart function, a vicious cycle in which your heartbeat gradually weakens to death.

Blood transfusion. Otherwise, at least we need to secure a route for the transfusion before the blood pressure drops and the blood vessels crumble.

The wind gaze considered dealing with it with the knowledge of convergence, but in the present situation it was best to take it as soon as possible to a place where it could be treated.

"Keep your breathing deep and firm. I'll treat you right away, so be patient."

Seems harsh, but I just need you to breathe spontaneously.

The wind gaze could stare into the girl's eyes and say it strongly.

The girl snorts, frightened by the cold feeling of crawling over. The wind gaze spoke with his eyes to praise him for being a strong child, and he tried to bear it.

Psst.

I accidentally stepped on a twig and broke it.

If you look up at you, a silhouette will float in the fog and someone will walk out.

The first thing I saw were jade eyes.

Cold, inorganic looking at them. The wind gaze hallucinated the wolf's eyes there and popped his skin. Of course, there wasn't a real one.

It was the brown-skinned girl who showed up.

He has two savels down on his hips and a pair of boots on his feet that look sturdy and skinned.

What you're wearing is not normal clothing made of cotton, but a bluish-grey uniform. The outfit feels intimidating hardness, reminiscent of military uniforms.

It's called appearance, I just think of it as a costume and a good exotic.

This is it even though I'm not sure of my dreams or my reality. The wind gaze was puzzling.

Is it heavenly help, or no? That's the problem.

The wind gaze observes a woman in military uniform with vigilant eyes.

Then she looked at the wind and the girl in turn and then wandered her pockets and took out something thin. I only have one hole in my pinky size...... whistle, is it?

She can flatter it.

Then I felt my ears hurt Keane even though nothing had been done.

(Dog whistling?

There is unlikely to be any other feeling that echoes from ear to back of head.

The whistle blew for a few seconds.

She slowly approaches as she rocks her long, dull grey hair past her waist.

"Voce e um convidado?"

(... how many words?

"... Voce e o convidado do assunto (oh, I see. You're the example)"

The woman in military uniform stares at the wind and raises the edge of her mouth shallow.

I know it was a laugh, but it's a strange look with a slight cloudiness. It's called a word that doesn't sound familiar, it makes me feel creepy somewhere.

"EU EMPREENDO ISTO POSTERIORMENTE (I'll take the rest)"

She stops by the girl with the same look on her face and turns her palms in white gloves towards the wind.

Stay still. Don't worry about it.

I could guess that's what you meant.

"... uhh"

I felt the girl faintly tremble when she took on the girl.

She pulls through the sabel all the time as she remembers the feeling that the wind gaze stays in her hands, wondering if it was because of her mind.

(I knew it was real)

The flavour made me feel authentic because of the radiance of my body and the fact that I use it.

But noting what she was willing to do with such a thing, she cut the rough rope. The girl's hand makes a buckwheat noise and falls into rotten soil.

And she turned and smiled calmly and tenderly, embracing the girl.

He is a face as if his sister would have mercy on his sister.

"Obrigado. E um trabalho excelente. That's a handy move)"

The girl nods weakly at the words as she tries to create a grin.

But there was a crying expression hidden in the girl's face.

The woman in military uniform glanced at it and stroked her head somewhat to calm it down - more or less twisting the girl's neck.

Something sounded broken,

The girl bends her neck in an impossible direction,

When the woman in military uniform let go of her hand, she fell into the dirt.

"-!?

The wind gaze immediately poked the woman and looked at the girl.

There was no more breathing.

As I look at it, my pupils gradually get scattered.

In short, there were only corpse reactions left there anymore.

When the neck bone is broken to this extent and broken to the inside, the consciousness is cut off in an instant, and the order to breathe is no longer reached, and the hand cannot be applied.

Immediate death.

He couldn't get the word out.

I spared my lost life in front of me, repented, and stuffed my breath.

When he clenched his fist all the way by accident, he remembered the evil to beat him down.

He captures a woman in military uniform with a sharp stare, - “something" that makes a sound and is swung up from under his eyes.

He managed to circumvent it by glancing.

No, they let me dodge it.

I managed to catch him about to fall behind in an impossible move, but the emerald glance seemed to mock him like that.

Pa! and the fallen leaves that rise and dance.

If you noticed, between the strands of the wind, there was a savel stuck in the sheath.

Did they sew a shadow?

Did the snake stare at you again?

At that moment in time, the wind has forgotten what action is.

Suddenly, on the dangerous stage thrown in, the wind saw an unpleasant sweat erupting.