"My head... what the hell?" A single voice came as the light faded. Even if I knew it would summon someone instead of letting us go back, my eyes narrowed in disappointment.
As my vision returns to me, I find only a boy getting up from the floor. He's... alone? I guess the 'Hero summoning circle' wasn't in the plural, but I honestly expected more.
"I'm sorry," Without knowing it, I apologized to him out loud. Well, this is awkward...
"What?" He stood up and started brushing the dusk and dirt off his clothing.
"Welcome to another world, human. You got isekaied," Misa patted him on the back.
Calling him human huh? I guess we've obtained the right to say that, but it still sounds strange coming from a former human you know?
This isn't really the best situation to be summoned though... a bunch of heroes are attacking this palace right now.
"Are you hurt?" I tilted my head to see if he sustained any wounds from the summoning, I don't want to have a bad first impression, but all I could see that could possibly be a wound is red on his cheeks.
Right...
He's either a weeb or a degenerate... great.
"I-I'm fine! Arigato!" The dude bowed 90 degrees. Although I don't have a mirror, I can tell I'm glaring at him with slight disgust. I know I use some Japanese sometimes, but I at least try to not be cringy.
"Soto ni ikou," I muttered to a confused face, trying to decipher a language he didn't know. Yep... he's not Japanese... he's just a weeb. I'm pretty sure I didn't say the Japanese in any way right, but nobody has to know.
"A weeb?" A higher pitch of Misa spoke. So... the original Misa's back. Good, I don't wanna see the other one longer than needed.
"Great. You know how isekais work right?" I asked as he sighs in relief. Maybe he thought I could only speak Japanese... I did say sorry in English though.
"Yes! I'll defeat any demon lord you've got! I am the one and only hero after all!" He struck a superhero pose in front of mine and Misa's judgement glare.
Gods...
Although, it has been a while since I've seen a necktie on a white shirt with a school's logo. I wonder where my old uniform is... I wanna wear it again. Its defences are crap but the sentimental value is worth more than any stat.
Other than his uniform, I can't find anything that makes him stand out though... maybe he is Kirito!
Yeah, no. If this world's logic has taught me anything with Shin, the protagonist doesn't end up with a harem and become Mary Sue.
"Right now, the demon lord isn't a threat, mister." Might be too late for formality, but I shouldn't be rude to a stranger. "Heroes are,"
Not gonna lie it's tiring to explain stuff and talking to him is a little awkward. If we were in our old world, I would know nothing about this stranger, but we have 1 big thing in common here. We're both stuck in this hell now.
I don't know how familiar I should act with him... it's weird.
"Heroes are a threat?" His face looked even more dumbfounded.
"It's complicated... what's... your name?" I asked.
"Suzaku Kirigaya,"
"Your real name."
"Ryan... Smith..." He sighed loudly, "How did you know that wasn't my real name?"
"Mister Kururugi, I know you just choose a name from a character." Taking my judging eyes off of him, I opened the painting to the outside.
"Wait... you knew it was a character... you're from Earth?!" His panic made me look back out of instinct.
As the light of the sun break inside the dim hall, his unremarkable looks finally hit me. Black hair and eyes... let's welcome this true isekai protagonist to this world. This crappy excuse for a fantasy world. "Welcome to hell, Ryan. You're not dead yet, but you'll wish you could reincarnate back to Earth."