On a certain day in class a few days ago, Richard asked Dean,
"Hey dude, if you could do one thing you wished for, whatever it may be what would it be?"
Dean raised his head from the book he was reading,
"Where did that come from?"
Richard smiled, his huge figure looked comical as he jumped about,
" Just answer".
" Hmm," Dean pretended to think for a while. " I'll probably go back to a certain night fifteen years ago and hand my dad a rubber".
" Hahaha," Richard laughed boisterously. " Funny, but that's not it man, I would love if I can be a superhero, or like Goku in another universe, like an OP issekai hero you know ".
" Hmm..." Dean mused.
" Well," Richard insisted. " Serious this time man, what about you?"
Dean thought about it for a while, then he shrugged,
" I don't know..."
* * * * *
URGH
His eyes blinked a few times, his surroundings still hazy and blurry to his unfocused vision.
'What happened...? '
He struggled to rise up as an overwhelming feeling of nausea shook him, he immediately bent over suddenly feeling the urge to vomit. His vision darkened as he felt a throbbing feeling from the back of his head.
He suddenly paused.
'Wait... what... '
His eyes instantly flung open.
"Shea! Justin!"
He rose to his feet prepared to search, but he didn't have to, by his side they were both huddled together hugging each other even in their sleep.
Their little brows were furrowed and their eyes already blinking, but it seemed his shout was all it took to for them to wake up fully.
Dean breathed in a sigh of relief.
"Are you guys okay?"
He shook their shoulders gently.
They seemed dazed and confused but still managed to nod weakly, he was greatly relieved that they didn't seem to be nursing any injuries.
"Um... big bro? Where... are we?" Justin stuttered.
Dean frowned.
" Good question... "
He looked around.
It looked like it wasn't only them here as all around him various students were coming to, the confusion and astonishment slowly settling in for them. But there was something else too, despair.
He was sure everyone noticed the yellow light, it was too eye-catching not to.
'What was that even...? A bomb...? Some new firearm...? But... '
Logically this was a kidnapping situation, if you thought it through it wasn't too surprising, their school was filled with kids of noble patrons, and the spending force of the guardians of the students on that bus could probably purchase a nation entirely, so it wasn't too surprising.
But...
He couldn't quite place a finger on it, but something felt off. There was something impossible and incomprehensible about this situation and it was making him uncomfortable.
It was like something was pushing the realms of the impossible here.
' What the hell is happening? '
Now that everyone had recovered, low murmurs began to fill the air as the terrified students formed groups and huddled together trying to combine theories as to their fates.
"This is ridiculous," Dean looked over and saw two people approaching him. "This whole thing is just a bunch of bullshit"
Richard Cello, with his blond hair, blue eyes and great features he was one of the most popular students here, ninety percent because of his good looks and a ten for his rash temperament, was one of the few students here Dean was friendly enough to strike up a conversation with.
"Oh would you stop your whining ready," the girl beside him scolded, but her face immediately softened into a smile after facing Dean. "Hey babe".
Dean smiled.
Diane Roberts, with her long black wavy hair and an equally black pair of eyes they were the perfect complement to her delicate and otherworldly face, with her smile she gave off a gentle and approachable friendly aura and a girl-next-door kinda vibes, she was without a doubt the most beautiful girl in the whole school, in his whole world even... and she was also his girlfriend.
"Quite the situation we got ourselves in," Dean remarked.
As Diane approached, he took her into his arms and they shared a kiss.
"Aren't you a bit too calm for someone kidnapped?" Dean smiled, a hint of amusement flashing past his eyes.
"As if," she pouted. "I've been in these situations so many times... you could even call me an expert".
Dean's mouth twitched.
'I don't think that's a healthy mindset'.
Justin watched on with a frown, "I've seen it so many times but it never ceases to disgust me".
"No kidding," Richard nodded, a similar frown etched in his face.
"Hmph!" Shea snorted, a sneer creeping in. "You both are just jealous, cause no sane girl would ever be found with either of you".
Richard turned towards Shea slightly, and then his face instantly darkened, "No matter how many times I hear her, she never ceases to disgust me".
"No kidding," Justin nodded.
"You bastards!" Shea flared.
Dean ignored them.
'This place is truly weird...'
It was a large hall with its length ranging somewhere between 70 and 80 meters, and its width about half of that. The ceiling was so high it had to be above a hundred meters tall, as it curved an arc from one end to the other. The floor and the pillars seemed like they had been cut out of a rock whole.
This place seemed like something straight out of the ancient Roman Empire.
"Either we just got kidnapped by some perverted maniacs," Richard shrugged. " Or we just got issekaid".
Dean nodded absentmindedly, something was wrong.
There was a period of silence.
"That being said..." Diane muttered. "There is something off about this place... the air perhaps?"
"The air?" Richard blinked.
'The... air... That's it!'
He had perceived that absurd feeling of wrongness since he came to, it was the air, something about it had changed. Perhaps the density or something else, he felt like he couldn't put it into words.
Perhaps it had become heavier? No, more like thicker, but it wasn't suffocating, instead it had even become a tad bit easier to breathe. So what was it, what was the right word to use...?
"Tangible," Justin frowned, his hands waving through the air. "The very atmosphere seems heavier, and the air feels more tangible, " he smiled. "I feel like I could touch it if I tried... if I just reach out to it... I could just..."
Dean opened his mouth to reply but it was at that moment that a ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd along with gasps, it immediately drew his attention to the lone opening at the end of the space that probably served as a door.
From there about a dozen people strolled in.
The moment he saw them, he gasped.
'Issekaid... '
The small group came to a stop at a position in front of the students. They were an odd one, from the clothes they wore to their disposition they were odd, but there was something about the way they carried themselves, perhaps their aura, but it made one unable to dismiss them as weird cosplayers.
The group were dressed in armor, silver heavy armor which covered every bit of flesh that would have shown otherwise, by their sides swords were sheathed, and their hands were rested uniformly on their hilts. There was a certain level of confidence that could be discerned from their posture.
'They're clearly soldiers... but him...'
At their front there was a man, his back as straight as a sword, he was the only one that had his face revealed. He had very strong features as a deep scar ran horizontally across his nose that perfected his wild look.
There was a certain sharpness to his gaze, as power radiated off his physique, he crossed his arms across his heavy armor, a red cape spilling forth from behind his nape with a symbol that looked like a cross between a sword and an anvil etched behind it. A fiendish smile suddenly bloomed on his face.
The crowd were immediately stunned into silence, as a hush took over and silence reigned.
After a while Mrs. Emily and Matthew, their teacher and the driver, as the only two adults among them they stepped forward to address the soldiers.
Suddenly the soldiers parted a little and from their midst a previously unseen figure stepped forth.
Immediately she did, everyone gasped..
She was dressed in a white robe that had designs embroidered with gold threads and held a long wooden staff that had a glowing purple gem at its head.
But that wasn't the reason for their intense reactions, it was because this woman...
... she was just too beautiful.
Her skin was snow white and it was like it was made that way to complement her violet hair, eyes and brows, her red lips looked like fresh strawberries begging to be plucked.
There was a softness and innocence about her that would make anyone willing to lay down their lives for her.
She was so beautiful she couldn't possibly not be a goddess... unless she was an angel.
This woman made Diane look like a mere waitress... granted some of them were way hotter than they had any business being.
He was caught up on her face but the moment she opened her lips, those delicious looking lips, the words coming forth were divine, her voice seemed like it could soothe even the most aching hearts.
But that was until he registered what she was actually saying.
"Welcome heroes from another world..."
"F*ck!"