I Summoned the Hero, to the Present Age Chapter 1

This series only consisted of 4 chapters. So it will be very fast-paced, and the R-18 will be in the last chapter. The next chapter will not be updated until later, since I will be doing the MaguToro series simultaneously.

TL: clover

ED: clover

During junior high school, I was a very embarrassing otaku.

Suddenly holding down my right eye, 'My evil eye is throbbing'……I would say something like that.

I would believe that in my previous life I was a princess or a Saint.

I was suffering from the so-called severe chuunibyou disease1.

Fortunately, the disease had completely cured after my teenage years were over.

Although I didn't completely stop being an otaku, I had stopped reading manga as much as I used to, and it also made me see the reality properly.

I was offered a job by a medium-sized enterprise, so I was seriously working as a clerk.

It was one of my black history that I could laugh at now when I turned 25 years old.

The reason why I recalled that dark ages now when I had completely reborn as a true human, was because my black history had been sent from my parents' home in the country.

A large cardboard box with size 170.

What was stuffed along with vegetables taken from the field was a notebook of my relics from junior high school era.

Since it turned out when I arranged the closet, I will send it to you. That was what written on the sticky note my mother had put on it.

–You didn't have to send it to me, something like this.

While flipping through the notes, I remembered things from a long time ago and I smiled unconsciously.

I thought that everything related to my black history was disposed, but as it turned out there was still something left behind.

The notebook sent from my parents' house was a magical book I had created.

At that time, I was fascinated by magic circles and I had created a number of original magic circles.

Moreover, each one had a cringy spell.

It was even created using original magical characters, it seems that I didn't create them half-heartedly at that time.

"Wow, this is kind of terrible…The summoning magic to summon the Hero to the modern times."

When you lived a long life, you got a habit of thinking out loud.

While inserting a tsukkomi, I appreciated the magic circle.

Whether the magic circle was written using a compass or a protractor, it had become a rather precise figure.

If I used this passion for studying, I would have become a better person now.

"Spells are also very important,『 el bredir dirgola psala 』or something like that."

It was then that I laughed because of seeing my own notes I made in the past.

My black history notebook emanated dazzling light and floated into the air.

Pale and dazzling light illuminated the room of my 90.000 rent narrow apartment.

"—Ha?"

I reflexively let out a sound.

It was a universal truth that things like middle school notes wouldn't emit pale bright light.

In the first place, notes couldn't float to the air, could they?

Wait a moment, what was that!?

Without being able to keep up with the situation, my mouth fell open when a man appeared from the light.

Long flowing golden hair.

Strong high nose. Elegant eyebrows and long eyelashes with the same golden color as his hair, and almond-shaped eyes with deep blue pupils.

That person who couldn't be a Japanese by any means, was wearing an armor and carrying a sword at his waist.

"—Ha?"

When the mysterious pale light disappeared, my notebook dropped onto the floor.

In the middle of the room, the suspicious figure wearing an armor was standing on the low table which I always used to put my laptop.

A figure of a beautiful young man with blond hair and blue eyes.

Something I didn't understand had emerged from the light emitted from my black history notebook.

The armor-wearing suspicious person looked around the room.

Every time he moved, the worn-out armor made a metallic sound which gave it a sense of realism.

"—Where am I? What's going on?"

That was his line of speech.

Who are you? What's going on?

That was what I wanted to aske but my brain was dealing with too much information.

The man looked curiously around the room, after scrunching his eyebrows due to the lighting of the ceiling, he finally set his sight on me.

Dealing with the line of sight from the man in front of me, I sucked in a deep breath.

"—Who are you? Are you one of the Demon King's underling?"

He said. Something strange was said.

No, wait a moment. Calm down, calm down, me.

What was this all about?

For a cosplay, it was a too high-quality fantasy armor, who was this guy?

I thought what in front of me was a foreigner, but I guessed he was too fluent in Japanese.

No way, how did he appeared in my room? There were neither set ups nor tricks!

"Hey, are you listening!"

"Uh-Yes!"

I was scolded, and my voice raised involuntarily.

This guy who was wearing armor, what he just said was amazing.

He had a style like he just came from a fierce battle - That, I was very scared.

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

And the man jumped off the low table.

Take off that metal shoes, it will scratch the flooring!

I screamed such things unintentionally, but right now wasn't the time to care about such things!

"Oh, oh, that, who are you!?"

"What?"

"Uh–!"

I was scolded by an irritated voice and my body was trembling.

"That's my line, I'm asking, who are you!"

"I, I am Kasai Miho!"

I saw the sword on his waist swinging and I shouted my answer.

"That's a strange name. Then, Kasai-dono. How did I get here? Did you summon me?"

"I don't know!"

"You don't know?"

When I answered honestly, a deep wrinkle formed between the eyebrows of the man.

Uh, every time that happened I am scared! The power of the glares. He's going to kill people with his eyes!

"I don't know why you are here!"

"—What do you mean?"

What do you mean? That's my line!

Someone please explain to me what's going on!

I shouted as I cried.

"When I read the spell of my black history notebook, you came out without warning!"

Another world summoning, that was a story I often see in manga and anime.

If possible, I wanted to experience it during my chuunibyou disease era.

It seemed the one that was summoned by my black history notebook was the hero of a different world.

–Really, this was a joke.

Hero, huh. Hero (lol) or something.

When I casted a spell written in my black history notebook of my junior high school days, Hero-sama was summoned.

Hahahaha………I thought that my chuuni disease had completely cured.

I didn't get rid of it. It just became worse because I only looked like I was cured from the surface.

It was so severe that I seemed to see hallucination

That's it, everything is a dream. This must be a nightmare.

"Are you escaping from reality?"

While sitting on the sofa while wearing his armor, Hero-sama's voice thrust me back into reality.

"I don't want to acknowledge reality yet."

"I'm not good at comforting. Besides, in the first place, the victim here is me."

Hero-sama breathed out deeply and shuffled his feet with a loud noise.

"Ah, will you take off that greve shoes? Because, here, shoes are prohibited."

"Are you concerned about trivial details?"

"It's not trivial. This room is a rental. It will be difficult for me if the flooring gets scratched."

When I appealed like that, Hero-sama took off his shoes with an annoyed look.

I lifted his shoes that fell down to the floor with a loud noise and carried them to the entrance.

—These shoes were so heavy. How many kilos were these?

"Well then, Kasai-dono."

It turned out that Hero-sama was barefooted under those greve shoes.

I wondered if he got any blisters wearing those shoes barefooted.

"What is it?"

When I replied wondering if there was something wrong, Hero-sama gazed at me gently.

"I have to go back to my original world. I have an important mission."

"Haa."

"I was ordered by my country to defeat the Demon King. I have to accomplish it."

With a very serious look, he talked about the mission but my brain couldn't keep up.

Demon King, huh. Demon King (lol) or something.

Stop using words that hurt my mind!

"You told me that you summoned me by mistake. If that's true, then please send me back to my world quickly."

I was very perplexed when he said that with such tense expression.

There was no way I could know how to send him back.

First of all, I didn't know why Hero-sama was summoned.

"That…would be hard."

"Why."

"I don't know how to do it again."

I was feeling very guilty, so I told him the truth.

Sure enough, there was a deep wrinkle in between the eyebrows of Hero-sama.

Hero-sama glared at me with eyes filled with bloodlust.

That's why, I told you it was scary!

"Didn't you just summoned me here, how could you not know how to send me back?"

"It is truly regrettable, but please understand."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Unfortunately, it's the truth."

I heard the sound of Hero-sama's sword swinging around in its place, and I shook my head in panic.

"In the first place, I summoned you on accident!!"

I picked up my black history notebook that had fallen to the floor and pushed it against Hero-sama's chest.

"When I casted the spell written here, you got summoned, I don't know why."

"Hmm."

Hero-sama looked at the magic circle I wrote in haphazard characters with a very serious expression.

"This is quite a complicated magic circle."

Don't say some nonsense. It was just a random pattern that a junior high school student wrote.

"This part will be the bridge between our worlds, and this part will double as the translation function for our languages. Whoever wrote this is a great magician. A genius?"

I didn't know if I could compare to a genius, but the me in front of your eyes had become befuddled.

"Then it's easy. You can ask the one who wrote this to write the magic circle. It is a genius who can put together this complicated magic circle. Surely, the magic circle to send me back will be easy for him."

Hero-sama started to praise my junior high school nonsenses as wonderful while turning over to the other pages.

What should I do. That was what I used to write during the dark ages. I couldn't say anything due to this bright atmosphere.

"Excuse me. Unfortunately, the person who wrote this is no longer here."

I did believe that magic existed, and I was repeating embarrassing behaviors that I felt like dying.

Unfortunately, that me was no longer in this world.

As I said that, Hero-sama looked down very slowly.

"—-I see. We lost the talented person."

I guessed my chuunibyou self was also mourning for the lost opportunity to fulfil the long-cherished ambition.

"But this is troubling. Apparently, the magic circle to send me back isn't listed in this notebook."

"Is that so?"

"Aa. I roughly confirmed that there are some great magic circles for offensive magic and summon magic, but the magic circle to send me back had not been written."

If I could, I would like to complain to the me during the dark ages to write the way to send people back properly.

If there was no use for the fish you caught, you should release it.

I didn't have any purpose in summoning him, but I didn't have a way to return him.

"E, excuse me."

"What is it?"

"—I will write it."

I decided firmly and looked at Hero-sama's face from the front.

I had to take responsibility.

Even though it was not my intention, it was me who made the magic circle and summoned him.

"I will write the magic circle to send you back."

"—You?"

"Yes. In fact, it was my mentor who wrote that magic circle."

I couldn't exactly say that I was the one who wrote it, so I said an appropriate lie.

"It was me who summoned you here. So, I will definitely send you back to your original world."

It was what I wrote in the past.

If I remembered what I wrote, my feelings and thoughts of that time, I should be able to do it somehow.

—Soon, be resuscitated, my inner chuunibyou.

1 Chuunibyou disease: the middle school 2nd year syndrome. People with chuunibyou either act like a know-it-all adult and look down on real ones, or believe they have special powers unlike others.