The World's Worst Wizard (Ryota)

Kuro kept running and running.

Kuro ran with renewed determination, his heart pounding in his chest. Desperation fueled him as he pushed himself to his limits. Suddenly, a thought struck him. Perhaps there were other mages or even Mika in this realm. With renewed determination, Kuro activated his super speed, his movements a blur as he raced through the street. He scanned the surroundings, his eyes searching for any sign of life.

[Meanwhile at the stadium]

The Four-Armed Berserker, its eyes filled with a malevolent intensity, prepared to unleash a devastating magic attack on the wizards from the Windvale guild. As it began to channel its power, the surrounding area started to shimmer and distort, the air growing thick with energy. The wizards, sensing the impending danger, ran for their lives, their robes billowing in the wind.

Before the Berserker could unleash its attack, however, a blinding shadow erupted from the sky, casting a shadow over the battlefield. A colossal, otherworldly figure descended from the heavens, its presence radiating with an immense power that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. As the figure approached, its shadow loomed over the stadium, blotting out the sunlight and casting the arena into darkness. The wizards, their eyes wide with awe and fear. They began to run for their lives. The Berserker, sensing the presence of this new entity, hesitated. Its eyes widened in fear as the figure approached.

As the figure descended from the heavens, a colossal explosion erupted, engulfing the Berserker and the surrounding area. The force of the blast was so powerful that it leveled the entire stadium, sending debris flying through the air. Fire engulfed the ruins, casting an eerie glow over the city.

The wizards, who had been watching the confrontation from a safe distance, were stunned by the sheer power of the explosion. They had never witnessed anything like it before. Amidst the chaos, Ryota and the other survivors emerged from the wreckage, their bodies battered and bruised but their spirits unbroken.

Ryota looked around at the destruction. But the healer was heavily injured. He needed treatment. He can't heal himself as well.

Ryota and the other wizard barely survived the situation.

Ryota and the other wizards surveyed the devastation, their bodies aching from the ordeal. "Are we okay to return to the portal?" Ryota asked, his voice filled with concern.

One of the wizards, a healer named Anya, shook her head. "I'm badly injured. I think I broke my left leg," he replied, her voice weak.

A wave of despair washed over Ryota. They were trapped in this dangerous world, with no way to return home. And the other member was in good condition. They exchanged worried glances. They knew that their chances of survival were slim without Ryota's summoner.

The summoner, who was their rider, abandoned his master.

Ryota couldn't believe that his summoner, Kaksha, had abandoned him in his time of need. Kaksha had always been loyal, a true friend. How could he have left them like this? The wizards were trapped in this dangerous world, with no way to return home. And to make matters worse, Their healer was badly injured.

How are they going to leave this place? The problem was how are they going to reach "The Secrade Portal of Zephyria". 

The Secrade Portal, their only hope for escape, was located far from their current position. It would take them 24 to 30 days to reach it on foot, a grueling journey through treacherous terrain.

As they pondered their options, Ryota suddenly realized something. There was supposed to be only one Four-Armed Berserker in this area. Yet, he saw two fallen creatures, presumably the Berserker and its opponent. They were both lying on the ground.

He was confused and thinking, why had this big creature fallen from the sky? It can't fly or jump up so high. How in the world has it fallen from the sky? Ryota's curiosity piqued, and he approached the fallen creatures cautiously. As he examined them, he noticed that one of the creatures was slightly smaller and had a little bit different color pattern. It was possible that this was a juvenile or a variant of the Four-Armed Berserker.

A glimmer of hope flickered in Ryota's eyes. Perhaps the one that had fallen from the sky Berserker had fought someone. But he couldn't see any evidence of another opponent in the area. Then he noticed something strange: the Berserker had a large, circular wound on its chest as if it had been punched with immense force. 

Ryota's mind raced. Could this be the work of another mage? Someone who had confronted the Berserker and managed to survive? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. If there was another mage powerful enough to defeat the Berserker, then perhaps they could receive help from them. There were no more wounds. It was clear that the wizard was a powerful mage.

With renewed determination, Ryota decided to investigate further. His guild members started to walk for Ryota's summoner. because without it, they can't return to his world. Ryota's other comrades suggested seeking help in the human world. However, they were concerned that they wouldn't be able to heal the injured healer or themselves without healing magic.

Ryota kept whistling and walked for Kaksha. But no sign of him. Ryota didn't have any other choice but to keep whistling. 

Ryota shouted into the empty air, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "That idiot animal! Is he dead or what? Just wait, Kaksha, I won't forgive you!"Ryota couldn't believe that Kaksha had abandoned him in his time of need. Kaksha had always been loyal to Ryota, a true friend. But now, in his time of need, Kaksha had betrayed him. As Ryota recalled their time together, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Perhaps Kaksha had left because of the cheaper food he had been buying for him recently.

The food might not have been to Kaksha's liking, and it was possible that the creature had grown resentful. Well, Ryota was a frugal person.It was afternoon, and the group was exhausted from their long journey. They had been walking for hours, their feet sore and their bodies aching. Despite their efforts, they had made little progress towards the Secrade Portal. With a heavy heart, Ryota decided to give up on searching for Kaksha. The creature was probably long gone, lost in the wilderness. He knew that he couldn't risk delaying their journey any further, as their lives depended on reaching the portal."We have to keep moving," he said to his companions.

"We can't let that dumb Kaksha's disappearance hold us back." Suddenly, Kaksha's voice was heard from up in the sky, like he was shouting. "Hey, wait up!" Kaksha shouted, his voice carrying across the wind. The group looked up, their eyes wide with surprise. There, soaring through the sky, was Kaksha, his wings outstretched. The griffin had found them. Ryota's heart swelled with relief. He had been so worried about himself, but now. With Kaksha's help, they could reach the Secrade Portal much faster. " Where have you been you insolent cr*p! Just come here you stupid animal!" Ryota was pissed. As they soared through the sky, Ryota noticed something strange. There was someone riding on Kaksha's back.

Who could it be? 

It was Kuro.