"What a dream?"

I woke up to find my hand still outstretched trying to reach something that no longer exists. I didn't remember much besides the words ' I hope you can end this cycle ' 

'What cycle?' I thought to myself as I wiped the sweat off my face.

"What time is it? I have a morning class today."

I move my hand to grab the glasses but my hand hit something hard. A wall.

"What?"

There shouldn't be a wall there. My bed was in the center of the room. I also realized something I wasn't lying on a bed but on the cold floor with the bright sun shining on my face.

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The computerized voice startled me but before I can respond to it. I find that my eyesight has become better as I could clearly see the bright blue sky above me. 

I was lying in an alleyway. With no knowledge of how I came here with a brown haired boy smaller than me looking down on me.

"Hey!"

"Kiree ana sha gare??"

Heeh, Did I hear it right or did the kid just babble some useless nonsense?

"Can you repeat that?"

"Kirre Nanai tklam gare??"

After the words, he looks at me with prying eyes waiting for a response. I don't think he can understand me either. Still, from my position, we kept staring at each other. I was too exhausted to move and it seemed he wanted something from me.

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*thud*

"What the hell!?"

"Kirre Honta gare."

The boy kicked me followed by an angry glare and some rebuking words.

<< Activate Unique Skill『Keira Language』? YES/NO>>

Suddenly, there was a voice in the back of my head. Wha... what was that?Unique Skill(Keira Language)...?And... what was that voice?

I thought I heard a strange voice before, but I guess I wasn't just hearing things, 

-huh...Is someone there? 

Yet, somehow that doesn't fit. More than someone being here... it's more like words appearing in my mind. The voice lacks intent; like the voice that would come from a computer, calling it synthesized would perhaps be most accurate.

It seems like a language skill so my response is..... [YES!]

"Sir, Why are you sleeping in front of our house?"

I finally understood him. It was really a language skill. 

"Sorry, I can't move right now but I will be gone in a few seconds."

"Be gone or I am calling the Guards."

The boy left after hearing my reply.

 "Wait...."

Despite my cry, the boy quickly ran away. It seems he was afraid of me or something.

Tsk 

-I forget to ask him the most important question. Where the hell am I?

 I stood up from the ground and started brushing the dust off my clothes. The boy and I weren't alone in the alley. There were some other people staring at me.

"..."

 I am just an ordinary guy lacking character. I have short black hair and rather average height. Not too tall and not too short. I have a physique that would make you wonder if I had ever trained his body and bore a striking resemblance to a cheap gray t-shirt. 

I have a look so ordinary that a person could lose me in the crowd—But despite that, those who saw me right would most certainly look at me as a strange object. It's something that is to be expected. At any rate, of all the people staring at me, not a single one had black hair nor wore a jersey

Their hair came in many colors like red and gold, from colors like brown all the way to green and blue. Furthermore, they were dressed in stuff like a dancer's clothing, a pitched black robe and the like. Some people were also wearing armors.

They seemed like a cast of some medieval B class movie. It was clear that I wasn't at home or anywhere else in my neighborhood.

Most reasonable, I wasn't even on the Earth but rather somewhere new.

Under the unrestrained wave of stares, I folded my arms. It seems like I have no choice but to accept it.

"In other words, it's that," I said while snapping my fingers, and pointing it to the people staring at me. "—a trans-world summon, or so it seems."