Disappointing Teleportation Magic ~ Even Though The Movement Distance Is Only 1 Millimeter, I Will Rise Through Ingenuity ~ - Chapter 59.1

This time, it is from the perspective of Kazumi Umino.

When Kirikaze-kun was kicked out of the dormitory, not only the boys but almost all the girls said it served him right, but I couldn’t agree.

That’s because I thought he was just like me.

Kirikaze-kun’s teleportation magic had a fatal flaw: it could only move him a very short distance. Because of this, he had to beg to be removed from combat duties.

He was praised as having a surefire spell and was supposed to be training with a special curriculum, but hearing that he had to prostrate himself to be taken off the battlefield made my classmates feel resentful.

Since my classmates were forced to undergo rigorous training every day, it was only natural for them to resent Kirikaze-kun, who had fled from battle so early on.

The reason I, who was also training with a different curriculum, wasn’t disliked was that I was in a position to heal everyone.

Having acquired healing magic, I was made to train in a different curriculum just like Kirikaze-kun, and I had flaws just like him.

The magic’s effect only reached about an inch from my body, making it difficult to treat deep wounds or fractures.

For deep wounds, I couldn’t heal the bottom unless I touched the wound directly, and for fractures, I had to grip the broken area tightly to heal it.

Even if I ultimately healed the pain, my own mind felt like it was breaking under the treatment that increased pain during the process.

Moreover, I couldn’t seem to heal fractures of the femur covered in thick muscle, nor could I treat ruptured organs from blunt trauma.

My healing magic, while not as defective as Kirikaze-kun’s, was still flawed.

Therefore, I understood Kirikaze-kun’s fear of battle all too well.

In a situation where I could only use teleportation magic to move a short distance, if thrown into a battlefield, I would likely lose my life without being able to do anything.

And when my classmates were injured and fell, I would be powerless to help.

When I was also thrown into real combat, and saw my classmates suffering from injuries like ruptured organs, I could only watch helplessly as they died.

I could heal minor cuts, but I didn’t want to see classmates in a state where their organs were spilling out.

I thought about begging to be transferred to a different department, but I lacked the courage and faced the reality of combat.

In the first real combat, only a few sustained minor injuries.

In the second real combat, having gotten used to it, there were even fewer injuries.

However, just when I thought things would be fine for the third combat, three boys and five girls—eight people—did not return.

Of course, it was shocking that they didn’t come back, but more than anything, the fact that their bodies were not found was devastating.

Even living in Japan, it’s possible to lose life due to illness or accidents.

But losing eight classmates all at once was an unimaginable situation.

Moreover, there were no bodies to bury.

The soldiers of Yurefelt said they must have been eaten by orcs and urged that if they wanted revenge, they should kill.

My classmates desperately searched for orcs to defeat, but they lacked the courage to slice open the bellies of their friends to find mementos.

The fact that there were casualties only made the prospect of facing real combat even more terrifying.

As I pondered how to escape, Kirikaze-kun came to mind.

If it had come to this, we should have all begged to be released from combat duties, no matter how much we had to grovel.

I thought Kirikaze-kun’s choice was the correct one, and at the same time, I became worried for him.

If he visited the dormitory after hearing about the tragedy that befell our classmates, I was sure he would face terrible treatment.