Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Yay! Fairy Square!

In this darkening and gloomy dungeon, I found the only place to remember the white and dazzling tranquility. No, I slipped into the room with the momentum of a high school ballplayer returning home based in Koshien.

The fairy square has the same view, so illusory that it may have returned intact at the beginning. Blooming colorful herbal flower gardens on fairy walnut trees that forest at equal intervals. And still a fountain with a cute fairy statue, with a savepoint vibe. Water, food and medicine can be fully replenished with this.

But most important to me now is the safety aspect of keeping the dungeon monsters away from this fairy square. Naturally, I knew this dungeon was crawling with such a vicious cannibal.

In retrospect, they wore clothes and handled a tool called an axe. It can be inferred that more than monkeys, to a lesser extent than humans, are intelligent. If you compare it to RPG, it's an image of a humanoid monster like a goblin or a ghoul. Miscellaneous fish enemies who would only earn experience at the beginning if it were a game, but if you see similar creatures in various realities, what you feel is overwhelming fear and a sense of crisis. Perhaps in addition to the three bodies I witnessed, there must be others of my own kind. I mean, that's what's whacking me, for this dungeon.

"Already... let's spend the rest of our lives here..."

Sit down nagging like a salaried man retarded by the edge of the fountain and zero such heart-broken dialogue. When we get to the safety zone, I seriously think it's better to jiggle here than to go on a dangerous dungeon quest for a way out.

No, I really understand. That's impossible. But at least not right now, it seems impossible to walk out of the dungeon in good health.

"Mmm... ugh..."

I thought I heard a groan. Mixed with the grand sigh I spit out, such a voice didn't leak out of my mouth.

"So, there's someone here!?

The first thing I remember is a sense of crisis. I've already run into a classmate, and I don't smile and rejoice like an idiot. Because of the impact of the cannibal scene, it was becoming sumptuous, but the chest fecal bad nigger surface of the mouth instantly resuscitates to the back of the brain.

Only three of us can get out of here. There would be no such thing as a drunken classmate to put me in these few escape frames, betrayed even by my best friend, Sheng. Besides, my vocation is to be a magician. When I couldn't expect anything from you militarily.

"Somebody... you're here, come out"

With my swinging hands, I hold the cutter knife in my pocket with a full blade, and I think back again and again to the spell of the spell engraved on my brain. In addition to "Red Fever Disease," a newly awarded spell should be enough to hold you back. Better than none, I guess.

"Come on out!

But my voice, which is even tall, is turned upside down by nervousness into a subtle soprano voice. A pitiful inquiry echoes Fairy Square - after all, I haven't heard from the other person since just now.

If you're hiding, we'll have to find you from here. Even so, there are known places in this room where every person hides himself.

A chilling glimpse of trees that grow tree-lined on both sides of the room, but, um, even if you were behind the trunk, your body isn't completely thick enough to hide. As far as I can tell, there's no one in the shade.

Because there's one thing left. Standing up, sitting in front of me, behind the fountain. If you just lay on the opposite edge, it would be a complete blind spot from where you stand now.

Okay, so get ready, I'm solo and sneaky, and I start going around the fountain. Only the sound of zabble and running water reaches your ears. In times of tension, it ends in a dozen seconds of things. It's a small fountain in the first place, it doesn't take thirty seconds to walk around slowly. Half a circumference is fine.

"- Ah!?

After all, there was a classmate there. Earlier on, just as I peered through the gap in the door, one female student dressed in sailor clothes was falling there.

But that impression is as if it were different. Compared to that girl student whose name I didn't know, the girl who's now falling on her back in front of me is about twice as big as hers. And there's only one, such as a classmate girl who boasts such a giant.

"Mr. Twin Leaves!

Double leaf bud costume. The big girl in the seat next to me. But he was trembling with fear so much that the magic team couldn't write, a little person with a B feminine mind. She was falling on her back.

I'm not even particularly close to her, and I handed her a note from the magic team this morning in my classroom, because it's almost just a whimsical little friendliness. Honestly, that's not enough of a pattern to forgive the mind. Now it's time to stay alert - I guess - but I ran over to her, who collapsed aggressively. Along with the thrown away cutter knife, the sense of crisis and vigilance also let go on the other side of his mind.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, it's okay!

Because she was wounded. The sailor clothes on the black ground are raised all the way around the chest, and the abdomen as rich as an exposed barrel is first spotted dyed red and black. The scar appears to have been cut with a blade because of the laceration wound on my belly, which took a blow to the armored bear.

The clothes are turning so far, I guess I did it myself to heal the wounds, not wacky that a man attacked me for his body's sake.

But she didn't have the means to make allowance for such serious injuries. And to this end.

"Ah... but also... yeah..."

Her round eyes opened thinly, staring at me calling beside her. There are traces of tears in its eyes. How much I would have cried because of my dying fear. Now I don't have the strength to cry anymore.

"Hold on, Mr. Twin Leaves!

"Ta... Ta... Ta... Ta..."

"Help! I'll help you now!

"To one... don't, so... don't leave me..."

That's all I said, Mr. Twin Leaves' eyelids closed again.

"Mr. Twin Leaves!? Twin leaves!

No reply. No, but still, my breath is faint. I also checked my pulse at the discretion of Da 'i. It wasn't her wrist that reached out, it was her bright white neck. That was closer. But if you touch it, you'll be amazed at how the maiden's soft skin feels. Soft, bright white thigh skin. But thick.

Totally, I'm fed up myself with a man's instincts standing first, but the fingertips I touch tell me a definite heartbeat.

Double leaf bud costume, she hasn't run out yet.

"Please... work for me!

With a feeling of prayer, I turned around in the first Fairy Square a bag filled with medicine that I, the magician amateur, had created so diligently.

The first thing I took in my hand was a raw pill, named "Scratch pill A," which was a mixture of nicetan popo and fairy walnut leaves, and floral herbs like white lilies, crushed and mixed together. Of course, some B and C have changed their combination with other herbs. But I don't care now.

Wound pill A is still stuffed in your lunchbox replacement tupper in Takashima, which saved my life. And now, I'm trying to save Mr. Twin Leaves' life, a miracle tupper.

"Oh eh, disinfect before you apply it... no, I don't have any disinfectant... no, no, should I wash my wound before that, and oh should I wash my hands too!?

Paramedics can't help but treat outrageous things.

In the meantime, clean your hands with the fountain, then hurry up and twist the lid with the pet bottle that was rolling off the bag that really pulled you back. This is the guy I was bringing with me, the one with the near-drinking sports drink, but as of the first fairy square, I drank the contents and kept the water from the fountain instead. In the end, I didn't drink a bite until I got here, so there's so much water in it that I slice it up.

"And if you'll excuse me..."

After apologizing for some reason, I reached for Mr. Twin Leaves' overwhelming stomach. I didn't have any color or anything because of the bloodstain, but the more I touch it, the warmer and softer I accidentally roar. Carefully rinse and wash the wound with water from the pet bottle so that it does not open any further, driven by the urge to try to rub it thoroughly.

Blood stains are washed away at all, but some areas are clotted because of the time elapsed since the injury. Even if you keep washing at this pace, it won't reveal any light. Cut it up in about, and now it's time for the wound pill A.

Fortunately, the wounds aren't as deep as the intestines pop out. However, wrinkles and blood are still seeping out of the wound that runs laterally into one letter just below the heso. The risk of blood loss would be the highest.

"It's okay... it should definitely, definitely work..."

The hemostatic effect of only a nicetane pop saved my life. If this wound drug A, now upgraded as a splendid biologic drug, would heal this many injuries, soon. Believe me, I grab a blue-smelling weedy pasty scratch pill from the tupper and apply it to Mr. Twin Leaves' stomach.

This will definitely stop the blood, but if the lethality is spilling out at this stage... no, let's not, this is all something I can't help but worry about. That being said, if you look at Mr. Twin Leaves' bloody blue-white complexion, the word "too late" really comes to mind.

"All you have to do is... pray,"

Spend about half of the tupper luxuriously and no more hands to hit. Without a bandage, of course, there's no blood transfusion pack. Finally, there is no clean bed to rest in. Poor thing, but she just has to get me to lie down on the lawn like this.

"If this doesn't work... Mr. Twin Leaves might curse you..."