If I could bring one thing to a desert island, it would be my crafting ability. My childhood friend Chiyu made a strange face at my answer.
「Since the question doesn’t specify that it has to be something that actually exists, it’s fine, right?」
Well, I understand that my answer wasn’t very considerate of the situation. If this had been a conversation with my friends, I probably would have said something like “a knife.”
But since it’s Chiyu, I can be honest with her.
「If that’s the case, then I would choose healing magic.」
「Ah, that’s a good idea. Without medicine, there’s a possibility of dying from a cold. Being able to heal injuries and illnesses with magical power is pretty strong.」
「I will save your life.」
Chiyu clenched her fist and raised her soft, plump arm toward the sky.
「I’m glad, but in your imagination, I’m in mortal danger…?」
Healing magic is great to have in case of emergencies, but I’d prefer to live a healthy life without relying on it.
“Huh? Is that okay?”
The platinum blonde with the side ponytail who had joined our conversation was a beautiful girl.
Kiyama Shouko. A girl who was kind to otaku… or rather, a social butterfly who treats everyone equally.
Her school uniform buttons were boldly left open, and her ample chest and soft skin peeked through the fabric, but I managed to look away with a steel will.
“Haha, did you see that~?”
Of course, she knew I was looking. But if I stared, not only would I lower her opinion of me, but also my standing in the entire class, so it’s best to look away with some decorum.
“Anyway, let’s put that aside.”
“Don’t put it aside~”
She laughed at my attempt to brush it off.
“Then, let me formally apologize.”
“You’re being too dramatic! —Wait, I don’t care about your chest anymore!”
It would be rude to point out that she was the one who brought it up.
“So you’re saying it’s okay to have a mysterious power?”
“That’s right! If that’s okay, I want one too.”
“Hmm. What kind of ability is it?”
“I read a manga that Kouno recommended to me the other day, and I want to bring the white, fluffy creature from it.”
By the way, during lunch break, when I was reading manga on my phone, Kawa had come over and asked, “What are you reading?” So I told her the title. I didn’t really recommend it, but she ended up reading it too.
“Huh? Oh, Fenrir. That pops up a lot in other-world stories. It’s cool, so it’s fine.”
“That’s right, Fenrir. I want to pet it.”
“But aren’t living things counted as ‘one’?”
It was a pointless obsession, but it was fun to point out the holes in the phrases. If you ignored them, it would lose its appeal. If the word “one” was used, I wanted it to apply to something that could be reasonably counted as such.
“Then, a ‘petting’ summoning ability.”
“Haha, I see.”
Kawa didn’t take offense at my comment and immediately responded.
It’s more convenient than bringing Fenrir directly, and I can’t help but laugh.
Perhaps because the absolutely yang Kaona had joined, the surrounding yang people started participating in the ability talent show.
“An ability that keeps hair from getting frizzy in seawater,” “An ability that prevents weight gain,” “On a desert island, wouldn’t an ability to produce food be better?” ”…An ability to not die,” “An ability to create a barrier that keeps insects, animals, and other people out,” “The last two are dark, aren’t they?”
…It’s been quite a long dream.
I hope it doesn’t continue until everyone decides what to bring.
As I thought about that, I glanced at the blackboard and noticed something strange.
“Hey, Chiyu.”
“What, philanderer?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
In the first place, Chiyu and I aren’t in that kind of relationship.
It’s easy to get confused and think that this kind of jealousy means my cute childhood friend likes me, but that’s just the fantasy of a manga reader.
Anyway, this is just a dream.
“So, what’s up?”
“Um, there’s something weird on the blackboard…”
It’s the kanji for “correct.” There are seven of them, and one that only has the first three strokes.
It looks like they’re counting something. Thirty-eight? What does that number mean?
“You tell me what it is, hurry up!” ”…This is such a stupid dream.” “Huh? That’s my line!” “Tch… Fine, it’s the Transfer Ability. Is that good enough?”
I can hear several boys talking irritably to each other.
”…It’s increasing.”
Chiyu said almost involuntarily.
I had a bad feeling and looked at the blackboard. The fourth stroke of the character ‘correct’ had been added to the unfinished kanji.
“Could it be the number of people who answered?”
There are forty classmates. In this dream, everyone has been called.
“Yeah, maybe. Is there anyone who hasn’t answered yet?”
Or is this dream too real?
More and more classmates are starting to find the situation suspicious or are considering it a dream. It feels more like everyone in the class is sharing the same dream rather than just me.
No, that’s impossible, though…
――That moment came suddenly.
The eighth ‘correct’ was written.
‘All responses have been confirmed. Transfer will begin.’
How many people noticed the words on the blackboard?
I don’t know why it happened. I instinctively reached for Chiyu.
“Chiyu!”
I grabbed her hand tightly.
“Sousuke…?”
And then, the entire classroom turned white.
When my vision cleared.
”…This is still a dream, right?”
Before me was a vast blue sea. I was standing on a sandy beach.
I was stunned, but quickly confirmed the sensation in my right hand.
”…Could it be a desert island?”
That hand was holding Chiyu’s, and she was standing next to me. Turning my head, I saw a forest stretching out behind me, but no other classmates were around.
The scorching sun, the salty sea breeze ruffling my hair, and the soothing waves lapping at my ears were all incredibly realistic. Chiyu’s hand was soft and warm.
It sounds ridiculous, but I check it the way I’ve seen in manga a thousand times. By pinching my cheek.
“Ah, damn… It hurts.”
It seems like we’ve really been transported to some island.
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