(チャプター1):私の個人的な地獄
読みたければ翻訳してくれ
はじめまして。私はTTVJAXESと呼ばれています。16歳で、もうすぐ17歳になります。この物語を書こうと思ったのは、人生そのものがインスピレーションだからです。人生がなぜこんなにも厳しいのか理解できず、過去に犯した間違いや、大切な人に対して言った間違った言葉を思い返しています。この物語を書くことで、少しでも自分を助けられたらと思っています。
私は人生で多くの辛い経験をしてきました。そして、この物語を通じて、生きる理由を伝えたいです。それはペットであったり、愛する人であったり、何かあなたが取り戻したいもの、そしてこの世界での幸せを与えてくれるものです。この世界はひどいもので、争いが多いですが、あなたが愛しているものや、あなたを楽しませてくれるものは、大切です。
私は誰の助けも受けていません。すべて自分自身で作り上げました。ああ、そうだ、皆さん、この物語を改善するためのアドバイスをいただけると嬉しいです。これはAIを使って翻訳したもので、私は日本語がわからないのです（笑）。あ、そして私はアメリカ人です。
In the stillness of dawn, Hikari awakens from his slumber, bracing himself for another day as a loner. He brushes his teeth, the rhythm of the bristles a reminder of his solitary existence. After a quick bite of cereal—nothing special—he prepares for school. No friends. No social life. Just him, alone in a world bustling with people.
But there’s one thing that reminds him of home: his dog, Rokki. She’s the only reason Hikari finds motivation to wake up each morning. As he steps outside, almost on his way to school, he suddenly “Ahh, I forgot to say goodbye to Rokki!”
He steps back into his home, engulfed by an unsettling feeling. The air feels heavy, and the atmosphere shifts. Suddenly, a brilliant, otherworldly light floods the entire house, distorting everything around him. Panic surges through Hikari as he realizes something is wrong—Rokki is gone. In a flash, he understands: his dog has been abducted by a mysterious being from another realm. The light pulses, flickering and bending reality itself, sending the entire house into a bizarre, uncontrollable frenzy.
In an instant, Hikari’s familiar surroundings vanish. Before he can comprehend what is happening, reality shifts entirely. He finds himself standing in a grand, unfamiliar hall. Majestic pillars line the room, and at its center sits a regal king upon a throne, surrounded by robed figures—sages, their gazes heavy and expectant. Confused, Hikari blinks, taking in the surreal scene. The king’s stern expression doesn’t faze him in the least. He raises a hand and, with a bewildered look, breaks the silence.
"Uh… yo, what's up? Have you guys seen my dog?"
The entire hall freezes. The king, in the middle of a grandiose speech, chokes on his words. "Wh-what… did you just say?" His majestic aura crumbles instantly, his regal posture sagging as if he’d lost all sense of decorum. One of the sages shuffles awkwardly, whispering, "This... this is the hero we've summoned?"
The king, still flabbergasted, leans forward on his throne. "We are in the presence of royalty, and your first question is about your... dog?!"
Hikari scratches his head, totally unfazed by the king’s reaction. "Yeah, Rokki. She's small, cute, about this tall, loves chasing squirrels and cats. Oh, and she got abducted by some freaky light before I ended up here. So, have you seen her or not?"
The king’s jaw drops. "D-does this fool not understand the gravity of the situation!?"
In the background, one of the knights lets out a snort, trying and failing to stifle his laughter. Another sage buries their face in their hands, muttering, "Heroes these days..."
Finally, the king stands up, a vein visibly throbbing on his forehead. "You insolent—!"
Before he can finish, Hikari blurts out, "Oh, wait, is this one of those 'summon the hero' things? Cool, cool. Yeah, I’m down. Just… you know, I gotta find Rokki first. Priorities."
The king slumps back into his throne, defeated. "Why… why me?"
Hikari blinks, still unfazed by the king’s despair. "Yeah, I get it. You probably wanted some noble, fearless hero, right? Someone to fight your battles and save your kingdom? Well, too bad. You summoned me."
The king opens his mouth to speak, but Hikari raises a hand to stop him. His gaze hardens, the playful indifference slipping away. "Here’s the deal: I don’t care about your kingdom. I don’t care about your monsters. My dog, Rokki, is missing, and until I find her, the rest of your world can burn for all I care."
The king blinks, stunned. "Y-you can’t be serious…"
"Oh, I’m serious." Hikari’s eyes glint with quiet menace as he cracks his knuckles. "I’ll help you out, sure. But know this—if anyone, and I mean anyone, gets between me and finding Rokki..." He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I’ll make your problems look like child’s play."
The king, now visibly sweating, shifts uncomfortably on his throne. One of the knights mutters under his breath, "We summoned a madman." Hikari grins, a dark edge to his smile. "Madman? Nah. I’m just a guy with priorities."
The tension in the room thickens, but just as his words hang in the air, Hikari shrugs nonchalantly. "Anyway, you got any clues, or am I just supposed to wander around looking for a tiny, cute dog in a world full of monsters? You summoned me here, so make it useful."
The king, baffled, stammers, "I—uh—well, we can—"
"Great!" Hikari interrupts, clapping his hands. "Now we’re talking. Let’s get moving before someone really regrets this."
The king, collecting himself from his initial shock, straightens his posture. His expression hardens as he forces a laugh, dripping with arrogance. "Hah! You dare speak to me like that, you insolent fool? I am the king of this realm, the one who holds your pathetic life in his hands!" He slams his fist on the armrest of his throne, glaring down at Hikari with contempt. "You may be our summoned hero, but don’t mistake your position—you are nothing more than a tool to be used. Your dog? A minor inconvenience at best."
Hikari’s eyes flicker with cold amusement. "A tool, huh? Guess you’ve had a few of those break on you, haven’t you?" His voice is low, but there’s an edge to it, sharp enough to make the entire court tense. "You’re the one who brought me here, remember? You’ve got the wrong idea if you think you can control me."
The king sneers, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Control you? I don’t need to control you. You’ll do as you’re told, or I’ll have your head before you can so much as blink."
A dark chuckle escapes Hikari’s lips. "My head? You’re more delusional than I thought." The king’s hand shoots up, signaling the knights. "Do it. Show this mongrel where he stands."
The knights step forward, swords drawn, their faces set with grim determination. But Hikari’s expression doesn’t waver. Instead, a slow, sinister grin creeps across his face. "You really think I’m scared of a few swords?" His tone is calm, almost bored, but there’s something dangerous lurking underneath. With a fluid motion, Hikari cracks his knuckles and steps forward with an eerie sense of ease. "I’ll make this simple: anyone who draws a sword on me is signing their own death warrant. And trust me, I don’t make idle threats."
The king’s smirk falters for a moment, but he quickly masks it with a sneer. "You think you can threaten me in my own throne room? You’re nothing more than a lost mongrel chasing after a mutt. A hero? You’re a joke."
Hikari’s smile vanishes, replaced by a dead, cold stare. "You’re right about one thing—I am chasing after something. But I’m no hero, and I have no interest in saving your pathetic kingdom." He steps closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "I’m only interested in finding Rokki. And if I have to wade through your kingdom’s blood to do it, I will."
The king’s arrogance slips, his eyes widening for just a second before he barks a laugh, though it lacks the same confidence as before. "You’re insane. A madman who thinks he can challenge an entire kingdom for a dog!"
Hikari’s gaze never wavers, his voice like ice. "Insane? Maybe. But you’ll be dead long before I lose my mind." The room goes deathly silent. Even the knights, still gripping their weapons, hesitate. The king swallows hard, realizing too late that the hero he’d summoned wasn’t one to be trifled with.
"Now," Hikari continues, his tone casual again, "are you going to tell me where to start looking, or am I going to have to start tearing this place apart, one brick at a time?"
The king clenches his jaw, seething. He had summoned a weapon to use, but instead, he’d brought forth a force of chaos. And as much as he hated it, he knew Hikari wasn’t bluffing. With a bitter snarl, the king gestures to one of the sages. "Tell him about the Dark Forest... and pray he leaves this throne room intact."
Hikari gives a mock salute, his expression smug. "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?" He turns on his heel, heading for the door. "Don’t worry, Your Majesty. As long as no one gets in my way, I might leave a few buildings standing."
The king glares at Hikari’s back, his fists trembling with barely restrained rage. "You… insolent wretch..." Hikari waves over his shoulder without turning around. "I heard that. Keep talking, and I might come back." The doors slam shut behind him, leaving the court in stunned silence. The king’s smirk is long gone, replaced by simmering hatred, but even he knows that this so-called hero is beyond his control now.
As Hikari wanders through the village in search of his beloved dog, Rokki, he stumbles upon a thief attacking a helpless lady. In a shocking turn of events, the thief, consumed by greed and ignorance, mercilessly assaults the woman, leaving her battered and broken but with a glimmer of hope for survival.
Hikari glances at the aftermath of the brutal scene and shrugs it off; he’s experienced far worse in his life. He keeps walking until he encounters a girl with silver hair. Her ample chest heaves as she runs, catching Hikari’s attention. It seems as if she has escaped from a life of imprisonment, the signs of her torment evident in the bruises that mar her skin. Her once-vibrant spirit appears nearly extinguished, and in her eyes, there is a haunting absence of humanity. The noble pursuing her wears a self-satisfied smirk, having bruised her to the point of no return, leaving Hikari to wonder if this girl would ever reclaim her freedom.
As he watches the scene unfold, Hikari glances away, a smirk creeping onto his face. This world is messed up on so many levels, he thinks, relishing the chaos around him. With a casual shrug, he continues on his way, the smirk never leaving his lips.
As Hikari wanders away from the village, a glint of something unusual catches his eye in the grass. Curiosity piqued, he approaches cautiously, discovering a small, golden orb half-buried in the earth. Its surface shimmers ominously, reflecting the fading light as if beckoning him closer.
Before he can fully process the object’s presence, the orb abruptly pops open, revealing a drill-like mechanism that springs to life with a whirring sound. Hikari barely has time to react as it launches itself toward him, piercing the air with sickening velocity. The drill plunges toward his eye, and in a heartbeat, agony erupts.
The world around him shatters into chaos, splattering him with crimson as blood sprays in a gruesome arc, soaking the grass beneath him.
Hikari’s scream tears through the silence of the landscape, a raw, primal sound that echoes with unrestrained terror. It is a wail of anguish that twists the very air around him, so powerful that it ripples through the village, drawing the attention of the inhabitants who had long been oblivious to the dangers lurking just beyond their walls.
Panic ripples through the village as villagers turn toward the sound, their expressions a mix of horror and dis belief. The call for help rings out, and soon the Royal Knights are summoned to investigate the commotion outside the village’s safety.
But by the time the knights arrive, drawn by the echoing cries, Hikari has vanished without a trace. The scene before them is deceptively tranquil, the blood-soaked grass standing as the only testament to the violence that had just unfolded. Confusion reigns as they search the area, finding nothing but the chilling remnants of a horror that has already slipped into the shadows, leaving only whispers of fear and uncertainty in its wake.
The knights exchange uneasy glances, sensing that something far more sinister is at play. Hikari is gone,ut the darkness that surrounded him lingers like a malevolent specter, and the village remains blissfully unaware of the true horrors lurking just beyond their borders.
"Where am I?" Hikari wheezes, blood spilling from his lips as he crumples to the ground, a shadowy figure looming overhead.
これを書くことは、私の人生の一部を反映した経験だった。光とロッキーを見つける旅に共鳴を感じた。困難であっても、時には愛するものを追求する必要があることを思い出させてくれる。書くことにおける弱さの重要性を学んだ。
光は魅力的なキャラクターですが、ロッキーは彼の支えとして重要な役割を果たしています。彼女は忠誠心と愛を象徴し、困難を乗り越えるための力となります。彼らの物語にはさらに多くの要素があり、それが彼らの関係に深みを与えています。
光の旅を続けるつもりで、まだ探求するべき物語がこの世界にはあります。また、異なるテーマに取り組む新しいプロジェクトも考えているかもしれません。
この物語が気に入ったらまた来てください。それでは、また。
