Worst Protagonist

"Sorry, but... What was that?" Michael politely replies, but Colbert easily recognises the problem.

"Hmm. A foreigner? How peculiar... Fortunately, I know the temporary comprehension spell." he mutters to himself before chanting the spell. "Spirits bring forth the gift of the Tristain tongue." he recites while gesturing his staff at Michael.

A light flashes from the tip of the staff, confusing Michael as a *Click!* sounds out in his mind. "W-wow! That's a cool magic trick... Hey, are you one of those hospital clowns?... Wait, wouldn't that mean I'm terminally ill or something!?" he rambles somewhat incoherently to the Professor's ears.

Colbert coughs into his hand to regain Michaels attention, the man sitting on a nearby bed with his staff laid over his knees, "My apologies, I just needed to cast a translation spell so you can understand me..."

"A-A spell!? I-Is this some sort of joke?" Michael accuses, glancing around in search of cameras.

Colbert chuckles and shakes his head, "No, I'm not joking. It seems you've come from somewhere rather remote for you to not recognise the existence of magic... Perhaps far to the east in the unexplored regions? But judging by your looks, I'd say you're from Romania."

Michael shakes his head, "Unexplored regions? Aren't you taking this LARP'ing too seriously? Look, I think I was hit by a truck... Is this even a real hospital?"

Colbert releases a sigh, realising that this young man would be harder to work with than he'd thought. "Forgive me, I haven't yet introduced myself. I am Jean Colbert, I work as Professor here at the Tristan Magical Academy... You know where that is right? In the Kingdom of Tristain?"

...

Michael's reactionary retort is cut off as he recognises the names the man had given... Jean Colbert, an Anime character... Tristan Academy of Magic in the country of Tristain. The main place an anime occurs...

Cold sweat drips down his back and he can't help but check the back of his hands, sighing in relief at the lack of runes. "S-say, I didn't happen to be summoned... Right?"

Colbert has an interested gleam pass his eyes, "Why yes, you were summoned by Miss Valliere, but your condition was far too dangerous to complete the ritual... May I ask how you know of this? You didn't seem to be conscious yesterday." he asks.

Michael's eyes widen as his mouth claps closed, not wanting to mouth off any secrets if he was truly in 'that' kind of situation... "Erm... Just intuition I suppose... My w-Community, tells stories of things like this happening..."

Colbert nods, "Hmm, you'll have to tell me more about these stories when we have time... For now, I still haven't learned your name."

"M-Michael..." he says before slumping against the bedrest, "Sorry, but... Could I be alone for a bit? I need some time to myself." he asks.

Colbert nods and stands, dropping a black book on his bedside while gesturing at a nearby chair, "Your clothes were far too damaged to repair, even with many maintenance spells. As such, the academy had decided to provide you with clothing for the duration of your stay."

"T-thank you." Michael manages to get out as Colbert exits, leaving him alone for now.

Michael slowly climbs out of bed and blushes as he realises that he's naked... He puts on the provided clothes but realises that they're more like 'dignified rags' than anything else... He ignores his annoyance for now and walks towards the nearby window, unable to stop himself gaping as he lays eyes upon the academy.

"Yeah... I definitely ain't dreaming..." he mutters to himself, unable to believe his mind would be able to fabricate something like this.

Tristan Magical Academy was the primer place to learn magic in the continent of Halkeginia. It was more like a fortress than any school Michael knew of, but was impressed regardless.

The academy itself was shaped like a large pentagram, walls covering the edges with large towers on each point. In the centre was a massive tower that was incredibly tall, while also being thick enough to provide rooms to every student.

In between the tower and the walls were luscious flat green gardens, made so students could relax during the times they weren't studying... It was currently the morning, and he could see many students gathered around having tea while spending time with peculiar-looking creatures, which Michael could only infer were their familiars.

"Holy shit, I'm in The Familiar of Zero anime... Fuck!" he exclaims, giving the stone wall a light kick at his bad luck.

His one shot at being reincarnated, and he ends up here? As one of the weakest protagonists ever? Who might be the worst treated protagonist ever? Who's love interest is so abusive that she literally fires explosions at him at random!?

Then, it dawns on him... "I'm so fucked..."

Michael had no idea how he was going to survive this, in the Anime, Saito literally had to face an army of fifty thousand soldiers, while basically being a regular person with some small abilities... Not to mention how Saito managed to survive taking Louse's explosions point-blank to the face... They were capable of destroying stone walls... So that guy must've had ridiculous magical immunity or crazy endurance...

If Michael had truly taken Saito's place, then he had no magic, no backup, and no status... Not to mention that the world literally hinges on Michael's shoulders... From tyrannical rulers to legendary dragons that would supposedly destroy the world...

Saito had only survived because the force 'plot' was with him... In reality, that guy would have died as soon as he faced Fouquet. That bitch was able to summon and control a tower-sized golem that could endlessly regenerate its body...

Add the fact that Michael hadn't watched The Familiar of Zero in years, and you had a recipe for disaster!

"Urrrgh! Why is thissss happening to meeeee...." he mutters while hitting his forehead against the wall.