Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 1: Unable to Stop Yawning
【drop. 】

【Boom. 】

【call--.】

The lattice broke apart after decomposing, and there was a prolonged tinnitus. The audio frequency gradually rose, and disordered noise mixed in almost at the tip, just like the heavy pressure of diving into the deep sea without equipment, which pressed on the brain core.

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened his eyes.

“It starts again”

His consciousness was blurred, but he murmured subconsciously.

(So, let's try to sort out the situation.)
The bizarre scene on the retina gradually faded. Instead, an unbearable itch filled every wrinkle of the brain, the roar of the storm filled the chest, and the cold invaded the whole body.

The skin seemed to be cracking, and there was an almost stinging chill on the back.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka was used to the cold, and in his opinion, the pain that could torture a person to the point of tears could barely be classified as a "comfortable temperature".

Snap, snap.

He stood up slowly, patted the remaining snow off his butt with his hands and raised his head. Fujimaru looked at the raging snowstorm in front of him and the pure white circular building in the middle, and began to recite silently in his heart.

(This is a dream, but it’s not an ordinary dream.)
(This is a medical treatment invented by Leonardo da Vinci that allows the consciousness to dive deep into the spirit for self-digestion and regulation, and I am currently undergoing treatment.)
(At the beginning of the treatment, I would forget everything except the treatment summary and piece my memory together from scratch.)
(And the origin of the memory is——the building in front of me, called Chaldea.)
(And strangely, as I remembered the name of the building, I began to understand myself. My name is Fujimaru Ritsuka, I am a master. After donating blood, I was brought to Chaldea by a mysterious organization and have been carrying out salvation activities since then.)
Of course.

None of this matters.

The boy licked his lips.

The point is
A wise man does not speak secretly.

Okay, are we going to start cutting?
Click.

As if some key node was triggered, the boy's brain began to play something automatically, and the image in the sky changed accordingly.

The sky was bloody, and deep black sludge poured down from the sky onto the earth. The steel jungle melted and flowed in a shriek, becoming impurities floating in the ocean. The fire started to burn from the end of the field of vision until the temperature exhaled into the lungs dried up the throat and cooked the internal organs.

The dark King Arthur holds the magic sword and looks down on all living beings with his noble golden eyes.

It was a scene that would make one want to back off just by observing it.

But the boy just slowly raised his hand, raised his index finger, and then -

"Skip the show animation."

The scene in front of me turned over.

The swaying Dead Sea, the stars falling from the sky, the beam that pierces the vast heaven and earth falling into the sea. No matter whether they are divine heroes or wise strategists, no matter how noble their souls are, they will be burned and annihilated in the face of violence, and there is no way forward in the lonely waves.

"Chaldea finally has a skip function. But I used it yesterday, so let's try a different side dish today."

The young man muttered something, continued to point his fingers in the air, and recited softly.

"skip."

The picture changes again.

The supreme life that could not be conquered even with all the wisdom and bravery, even if all the heroes who had traveled through the galaxy for thousands of years gathered together, the hostility of the planet was nakedly displayed in front of the population, and it gave despair several times in the form of an immortality.

【ORT is coming!】

Good taste.

The boy suddenly became excited.

"Well."

His face suddenly had an unnatural blush, and he glanced around with an unnatural expression, while stroking the side of his neck with his hand.

"I'll use this tonight."

(ort? I really miss it. Was it so oppressive back then?)
(Whether it's the reappearance mechanism of the double health bar or the character panel that becomes more courageous as the battle goes on, it's unforgettable.)
(Um)

He tugged at the waistband of his trousers for no apparent reason.

It looks like it will be a battle that will make you sweat and die.
The moment the thought formed, the boy took a step forward diagonally, his muscles bulging out the Chaldean combat uniform. At the same time, several shadows suddenly appeared beside him.

That was the shadow of a Heroic Spirit that the Master was extremely familiar with.

They were like ghosts clinging to Ritsuka. At the same time, the master also felt the momentum in his body begin to rise. His weak body, which was only able to bend steel, began to become harder! Stronger! His momentum was also stronger! More domineering!

That is the blessing of the heroic spirits, and also proof of the great deeds that the Master has undertaken.

Huh.

Then let’s fight.

There is no unnecessary dialogue, nor is there any need for humane pre-war announcements.

The next moment, the Master disappeared.

Light and black flickered alternately, and the air made a sharp explosion!
In an instant, the huge monster that shook the earth and the sky suddenly began to fall backwards, as if it was hit by someone! It fell backwards and flew away!
No, not as if!
Look at the fragments in the air, they are actually fragments of Ort's body!
With the blessing of the heroic spirits, the Master's attack was enough to touch the will of the planet!
Yes, even an ort is an object, a substance! The absolute crushing of numbers and the absolute oppression of quality, how can the ultimate punch of the heroes in the long history of mankind not be moved!

No! Absolutely not!
But at the same time, the moment you show hostility to a terrifying monster like Ort, the wound has already been formed.

Fighting in a bloody battle, Fujimaru coughed up blood from his mouth as he jumped into the air and punched.

The throat seemed to be pierced by a steel needle and cut by a bayonet, and the bright red granulation tissue was twisting and turning. The breath was filled with the smell of rust, and the nasal cavity was blocked by the gushing black blood. Even breathing became a luxury.

Although it was just one strike, and although it left a battle scar, the counterattack caused the young man to suffer inhuman pain, as if he was punched by the mainland, and the pain was hard to stop.

Yes.

That's ort.

Just standing there, just breathing, despair rushed into my nostrils and penetrated into my bones.

A mortal would probably tremble all over, and even a heroic spirit who has left his name in history would have a face as dark as ink.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't.

(Again.)
The second punch.

The internal organs do not function along with the body, but simply act as weight to fill up the body cavity, emitting useless heat.

(Again.)
The third punch.

The broken limbs caused waves of pain, and the pupils reflected the torn scene. The light passed through the shattered lenses to form diffuse and chaotic spots, like the stained glass seen in a church during worship.

(Come again, come again————)
Continuous, violent attacks, blood splattering, both from our own and from the enemy.

What a delightful climax! What an irresistible carnival feast!

That's how it should be.

It should be like this. It should be a dream battle that will make people raise their flags.
Why.
Why in this situation?
Even when fighting ort!
It’s coming, [that]! It’s coming! —

In mid-air, Fujimaru, who was about to punch out like a full moon, suddenly twitched slightly on both sides of his mouth, and there was a slight popping sound.

The muscles under the eyes stretched, the eyes narrowed slightly, the tip of the nose wrinkled, and the whole face began to tense up, as if making an indecent expression as if one had a cold and was about to sneezed.

ort and Fujimaru Ritsuka kept getting closer, and just when [that] was about to come——

【Fujimaru!!! 】

"?!!!——"

Bang!

A thunderous roar shattered the boy's consciousness, and his movements stopped. His consciousness left the battlefield of ort and began to float up.

Immediately, the white quilt was kicked away by the boy, and Ritsuka sat up with a somewhat alert look on his face.

"! huff huff"

This time, he woke up.

The dream ended, and what greeted him was reality.

Boring reality.

【Titer.】

【Titer————】

The instruments around him made mechanical electronic sounds. Fujimaru Ritsuka was breathing heavily, his pupils continued to tremble slightly, and he nervously scanned the scenery around his body.

The white room is full of straight lines that are full of engineering flavor. The corners are simply decorated with a few pots of green plants. Traces of trimmed corners can be seen, and the brown ferry clock makes a ticking sound.

On the table next to him was a helmet-shaped electronic device, and a blond uncle was holding it in his hand, looking at him with a gloomy face.

Did you forcibly shut down the deep-diving device?

Fortunately, this instrument is not called NERvGear.

"woke up?"

The man named Goldruf Mujik had a rather honest round face, his blond hair was neatly groomed, and he had bangs that were deliberately created with hair wax.

Although he was wearing a noble white suit, he looked just like the uncle next door that the male protagonist sees when he walks out of his own villa in all European and American movies. He had a slightly plump and wide body, and his bulging cheeks had a healthy red under the white, which made him look very approachable.

"Tsk, that fellow Da Vinci, he said something about a deep diving device that can reach the inner layer of the mind, but it's not a cure at all. It looks like the symptoms are getting worse and worse." The fat director muttered something, and turned off the instrument next to Fujimaru Ritsuka with his hand, "Don't create any side effects. Hey! Fujimaru, you still remember me, right? You haven't lost your memory, right?"

".Director." Fujimaru Ritsuka still looked like he had a headache. His jet-black hair was stained with water and hung down, casting a shadow on the boy's face. He lowered his head to cover his face and responded weakly in a low voice.

"Well, tell me more, just in case."

"Goldruf Mujik, the director of Chaldea, is good at cooking, proficient in massage and bone setting, likes racing and has good skills." Ritsuka pinched his eyebrows.

Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka frowning and reminiscing, the fat director nodded, and was about to signal the other party to stop with satisfaction.

"Well, well, it seems there is nothing to ask--"

"He is a man of loyalty and righteousness, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart."

But Fujimaru didn't stop.

"Although he gives people the impression of an incompetent boss, he is extremely reliable at critical moments. The poisoning destroyed his entire digestive system, but he pretended to be fine. He just secretly gave me an IV drip. Although he is a coward, he wanted me to take the only remaining bottle of antidote." Fujimaru Ritsuka was still talking in a rambling manner, and suddenly lifted the messy hair on his forehead that was wet with sweat.

"I will remember every employee's name and will not sneak into the kitchen to eat until I am sure all employees are asleep and there is nothing unusual."

He gave a nostalgic smile, then patted the wrinkles on his clothes on his chest, straightened his chest and stomach, raised his head, and said with a sashay smile like the male protagonist of a Japanese light novel.

"It's my favorite, no, tied for first place—"

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop talking! Who told you to report this?"

The fat director slapped the bed with a red face, and Ritsuka Fujimaru's body bounced up with the reaction force, and the Simmons mattress under his butt was almost torn.

"Forget about my story! Try to tell us about yourself and what happened recently!" The fat director urged with a blush on his face.

"Ah," Fujimaru Ritsuka heard, and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands. After refreshing himself, he took a deep breath, and then tried to adjust his facial expression to what he thought was natural, "I know~"

"The current time point is 2021, two years after the end of Chaldea's salvation operation."

"I am Ritsuka Fujimaru, the last master of Chaldea. I successfully completed the last rescue operation two years ago."

"After the celebration party, I graduated from Chaldea."

"After that, I returned to my normal life as a college student, and Chaldea took care of the admission procedures and living expenses of the University of Tokyo."

"but"

Ritsuka Fujimaru, who originally had a bright smile like a boy next door on his face, gradually slowed down his speech and finally laughed awkwardly with some hesitation.

"Ah ha ha"

"But because he suffers from a mental illness similar to post-traumatic stress disorder, he has been receiving psychological treatment over the years."

"And, it was Nightingale who also--ah.ah--"

Woo!
The boy's voice suddenly paused, and his expression became stiff.

His expression changed, and at the same time, a tingling sensation spread from his spine to his brain. Ritsuka could no longer hold back, and slowly opened his mouth, making the same expression as when he met Ort in his dream.

Finally, with his mouth open and eyes tightly closed, he showed a rather rude expression, and then -

"Haah~~~~~"

It was a long, long and extremely relaxing melody.

That is the natural reaction of humans when they feel tired, relaxed, or - [bored].

Its name is.
yawn.

Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Started yawning.

Whether it is now.

Or——when facing the peerless strong man ort!

The boy wiped away the tears that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes due to yawning, looking at the director's terrifying and even frightened expression, and said helplessly.

"It's a terminal disease that neither Nightingale nor Asclepius could cure."

(End of this chapter)