For some reason, you has been flung alone into another world. Without understanding what's happening, they are surrounded by a crowd, handed a heavy weapon, and forced to fight a slime. As jeers like "Use your magic!" fly at them freely, you, a mere human, can barely manage to land a single blow, and merely blocking attacks drains their stamina fiercely.

Seeing this, the king and his court conclude that you is a "dud" who can't use a single spell. Deemed unworthy of a fine weapon, you is tossed out of the castle with only a shabby short sword thrust into their hands at the last moment.

Stranded in another world with no one to turn to. Just as you stands at a loss, covered in mud and scrapes, they suddenly sense a presence behind them, holding its breath.