Summoned to Another World with a Commonplace Class

Hajime, who'd covered his eyes with both hands and kept them tightly shut, slowly

realized that the people around him were muttering something and he timidly opened

his eyes. He was struck dumb at the sight of his surroundings.

The first thing his eyes registered was a massive mural. The mural, which stretched

ten meters long, depicted a faintly smiling figure, whose gender seemed

indeterminable, wreathed in a halo, their blond hair flowing freely behind them.

Behind them in the background were plains, lakes, and mountains. The figure had both

arms spread wide as if trying to grab hold of all of it. It was a truly beautiful, aweinspiring work of art. But for some reason, Hajime felt chills run down his spine as he

gazed upon it, and he quickly averted his eyes.

As he examined the rest of his surroundings, he quickly realized that he was in a vast

chamber. The entire room was constructed of a gleaming white stone that seemed

smooth to the touch. Marble, possibly. Massive pillars with sculptures carved into

them rose up to the towering domed ceiling. The room resembled some sort of grand

cathedral.

Hajime and the others were standing atop a type of plinth located in the deepest

recesses of the room. They were raised above their immediate surroundings. Hajime's

classmates were all looking around dumbfounded, just like him. It looks like whatever

happened had affected the entire class.

Hajime turned around, looking to see what lay behind him. As he'd expected, Kaori

was slumped on the ground. She didn't seem to have any injuries, so Hajime breathed

a sigh of relief.

After confirming her safety, Hajime returned his gaze to the crowd of people

surrounding him, who he assumed would be the ones to provide an explanation for

their current situation.

Indeed, Hajime and his classmates were not the only occupants of the room. Around

thirty or so people were standing before the plinth Hajime and the others were on. It

looked as if they were all praying, their hands crossed about their chests.

They were all clad in white robes decorated with gold embroidery. At their sides were

something resembling a bishop's stave. The tips of their staves opened up into a fan

shape, and instead of rings, several flat discs hung from the ends.

Eventually, one of the priests stepped forward. He was an old man in his seventies,

dressed even more lavishly than his peers, with a richly decorated monk's cap that

stood about thirty centimeters tall. Old was perhaps not the best word to describe

him. If not for his deeply wrinkled face and aged eyes, one might think him a man in

his early fifties.

His staff jingled as he walked, clear soothing notes reverberating throughout the halls

all the while. Finally, he opened his mouth and said,

"Welcome to Tortus, brave heroes. It is our pleasure to welcome you here. I am the

pope of the Holy Church, Ishtar Langbard. It is an honor to make your acquaintances."

The old man, who called himself Ishtar, broke out into a good-natured smile. He then

led the still confused group of students into another room that was furnished with

numerous chairs and long tables, saying it would be easier to speak calmly there.

The new room he'd guided the students to was just as lavishly built as the first. The

exemplary craftsmanship of the furniture and the tapestries hanging on the walls was

evident even to the students' untrained eyes. The layout of the room implied that it

was some manner of banquet hall. Aiko Hatayama and Kouki's group of four all

claimed seats at the head of their respective tables, and their followers all arranged

themselves around them. Hajime ended up at the very end of his table.

The reason no one had made a fuss so far was because everyone was still too busy

processing what had just happened. Besides, Ishtar had just said he would explain

what had happened and Kouki, with his max-level charisma, had managed to calm

everyone down. Aiko-sensei had tears in her eyes as she watched a student do what

should have been the teacher's job.

The moment everyone had finished seating themselves, a number of carts entered the

room, pushed along by a retinue of maids. Actual maids, to boot! Not those sham maids

found in a certain electronics holy land, nor those old, plump maids that could still be

found in various European countries. They were bona-fide maids, the kind every man

dreamed of meeting!

Even in such an incomprehensible situation, their insatiable curiosity and libido drove

most of the boys to gaze longingly at the beautiful maids. When the girls saw how they

melted over the maids, they glared at the boys in a manner cold enough to freeze hell

itself.

Hajime was also just about ready to ogle the maid who'd started serving him a drink,

but he felt a glacial stare piercing his back and decided to keep his gaze fixed straight

ahead. After a moment, he risked a glance back in the direction he'd felt the stare from,

only to see Kaori beaming happily at him. He decided to pretend he'd never felt

anything odd.

Ishtar finally began talking once everyone had been served their refreshments.

"Now then, I am certain you all must be feeling very confused about the situation

you've found yourselves in. I shall explain everything, starting from the beginning. All

I ask is that you hear me out until the end." Ishtar's explanation was so generic and

unreasonable that it seemed as if it'd come out of a fantasy book template.

In short, this was what he said— First, that this world was called Tortus. Within Tortus

lived three different races: humans, demons, and demi-humans. Humans resided in

the northern half of the continent, demons on the southern half, and demi-humans far

to the east within a massive forest.

Humans and demons had a strained relationship, having been at war for hundreds of

years. Though demons lacked the sheer numbers humans possessed, their individual

strength far surpassed that of most humans, balancing out the difference nicely. Both

sides were currently locked in a stalemate, and a major battle hadn't broken out in

decades. However, there had been disturbing movements among the demons as of

late. Namely the fact that they had managed to tame monsters.

Monsters were supposedly wild animals that had undergone a magical

metamorphosis after having mana poured into them. Though it seemed that humans

had yet to fully understand the biology of monsters, so they weren't quite sure. They

were apparently very powerful and even capable of using magic, which made them an

extremely dangerous threat.

Up until that point, very few people had been able to tame such ferocious beasts. And

even those who could were unable to handle more than one or two at a time. However,

the situation had changed. Which meant that the only advantage the humans had over

the demons, numbers, had been eliminated. As such, humans faced an unprecedented

crisis that threatened the existence of their very race.

"The one who summoned you all here was the blessed lord, Ehit. He is the guardian

deity of us humans, and the one true god of the Holy Church. The supreme ruler who

created the world itself. I suspect Lord Ehit grew aware of our plight. He realized that

humanity was doomed to annihilation, so he summoned you here in order to prevent

such a disaster. You heroes are humans from a world greater than ours, and therefore

carry within you strength that surpasses the humans of this world."

Ishtar paused for a moment before continuing hesitantly. "Or at least, that is what was

shown to me in a divine revelation."

"Regardless, I implore you all to do as Lord Ehit has willed you. Please, defeat the

demons and save the human race from destruction." He seemed almost in a trance as

he said that. He had to have been remembering the time he received that divine

revelation.

According to Ishtar, over 90% of humans revered the creator god Ehit, and those who

received his divine visions were without exception given high-ranking positions in the

Holy Church. As Hajime was mulling over how twisted a world must be for people to

happily believe in "the will of god" without question, and how dangerous such a belief

was, someone stood up and began hotly protesting Ishtar's words. That someone was

the teacher Aiko.

"You can't possibly be serious! You're telling these children to go fight in a war!? That's

absolutely unacceptable! As a teacher, I cannot allow it! Send us back right this instant!

These kids all have families back home who must be worried sick! You can't just

kidnap them like this!"

Each of her words dripped with rather evident anger. Aiko, the mid-twenties social

studies teacher, was very popular with the kids. She stood only 140 centimeters tall,

with a baby face and her hair kept in a neat bob cut. Her childlike appearance, and her

tendency to run around doing everything she could for the sake of her students,

though most of her efforts were for naught, had endeared her to many. The gap

between how hard she tried and how helpful she actually ended up being had made

most of the students see her as a kid that needed to be protected more than an adult

to be respected.

Many of them had taken to calling her by the nickname Ai-chan, though she always

grew angry when they did. Since she was aiming to be a respected teacher, she disliked

being called by familiar nicknames.

This time too, she flared up at Ishtar to protest the unreasonable forced summoning

in order to look like a proper teacher. Unfortunately, the students regarded her the

same as always, thinking something to the effect of "Look, Ai-chan's at it again. Always

trying so hard," as she tore into Ishtar. However, Ishtar's next words froze everyone's

blood cold.

"I understand your feelings, however… I am unable to return you to your world at

present."

Silence filled the room. The oppressive atmosphere was felt by everyone present. They

all stared at Ishtar blankly, unable to properly process what he had just said.

"Wh-What do you mean… you're unable!? If you called us here, you should be able to

send us back, shouldn't you!?" Aiko-sensei screamed loudly.

"As I stated earlier, it is Lord Ehit who summoned you here. The only reason we were

in that room at all was to greet you heroes, and to offer up our prayers to Lord Ehit.

We humans do not possess the power to interfere with other worlds, so whether or

not you can return also depends on His will."

"N-No way…"

Aiko slumped back into her chair, all the strength drained out of her. The other

students all started yelling as the truth of Ishtar's words sank in.

"You've gotta be kidding me? What do you mean we can't go back!?"

"You can't do this! Please, just send us back somehow!"

"A war!? You can't be serious! Take us the fuck back right now!"

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening…"

The entire class fell into a panic. Hajime was shaken by this development as well, but

because he was an otaku, he had at least seen countless books and games that had the

same premise. Which was why he was able to determine that it was not the worst

possible scenario, and that was the reason he was at least somewhat calmer than the

other students. For reference, the worst case scenario he was imagining was the one

in which they all got summoned as slaves.

Ishtar said nothing and silently watched on as all of the students panicked. Though

Ishtar was silent, Hajime thought he could see contempt hidden within the depths of

the old man's eyes. Hajime presumed he was thinking "These people were chosen by

god, why are they not rejoicing?" or something along those lines.

Kouki stood up amidst the hysterical group of students and slammed his fist down

onto the table with a bang. That managed to get the attention of most of the kids. Once

he had confirmed that everyone's eyes were on him, Kouki began speaking.

"Everyone, there's no point in complaining to Ishtar. There's nothing he can do about

it now. And… And I, at least, have decided to stand and fight. These people are about

to be annihilated. Knowing that, how can I possibly leave them to such a tragic fate?

And besides, if we've been summoned here to save humanity, it's possible we'll be

allowed to go back once we've saved them… Well, Ishtar-san? Do you think that's

possible?"

"It is as you say. Lord Ehit is not so unkind that he would ignore a request from his

chosen heroes."

"And we've all gained some amazing powers, right? Ever since I arrived here, it's felt

like I've somehow grown way stronger."

"Yes, that is correct. It would be safe to assume that each of you have the equivalent

strength of anywhere from a few to few dozen regular men."

"Alright, then we should be fine. I'm going to fight. If we save everyone, then we can go

home. So just you watch! I'm going to save everyone, including us!" Kouki clenches his

fists tightly as he proclaimed his noble intentions, flashing an almost sickeningly

dazzling smile at the end.

At the same time, his overwhelming charisma started taking effect. Students who were

despairing mere moments ago began to regain their sense of composure. They all

looked at Kouki with wonder, as if they were staring at hope itself. Most of the female

students had adoration mixed into their gaze as well.

"Heh, knew you'd say that. Still, I'd be worried letting you go off on your own… Which

is why I'm coming with you."

"Ryutarou…"

"Looks like that's the only choice we have right now. It pisses me off that we don't get

any real say in the matter, but… I'll help too."

"Shizuku…"

"I-If Shizuku-chan's going to fight, then I will too!"

"Kaori…"

The usual group of friends all chimed in their support for Kouki. Swept along by the

flow, the rest of the students naturally all agreed to fight as well. Aiko-sensei was in

tears as she ran between her students, imploring them to stop. However, she was

ultimately powerless, completely unable to keep Kouki's charisma from infecting the

rest of the class.

In the end, everyone agreed to help fight in the world's war. However, most students

probably had no idea what war was really like, nor did they even want to fathom it. In

a sense, they might have just been trying to escape from reality to preserve their own

sanity.

Hajime was considering all of those factors as he observed Ishtar out of the corner of

his eye. Ishtar had a rather satisfied smile on his face, something which Hajime took

note of.

Ishtar had been discreetly monitoring Kouki as he had given his speech, mentally

jotting down how he reacted to which words. Kouki, who had always had a strong

sense of justice, had reacted quickly when Ishtar spoke of the tragedy that had befallen

the human race. And Ishtar had made sure to emphasize the cruelty and brutality of

the demons when he saw Kouki's reaction to his words.

After all, it was obvious that Ishtar had seen right through Kouki's personality. He had

realized who among their group held the most influence.

Hajime supposed that as the top leader of a global religious institution, it stood to

reason that Ishtar would be so discerning, but he still mentally filed him away as

someone to watch out for.

Regardless, since they had chosen to assist the humans in their war, they now needed

to learn how to fight. No matter how amazing their newfound powers were, they were

still high school students that had been living in the peaceful country of Japan. It

would've been impossible for them to just start fighting against demons and monsters

without any training.

However, it seemed Ishtar had prepared for that eventuality as well, since he explained

to the students that there were people ready to receive them in the Heiligh Kingdom.

Said kingdom was apparently at the foot of the divine mountain, and the temple they

were currently in was the head temple of the Holy Church that stood at its summit.

The kingdom had very close ties with the Holy Church—according to legend, one of

Ehit's progeny, Sharam Vaan, had founded the kingdom. Of all the human kingdoms, it

was apparently the one with the richest history. The fact that the Church's most sacred

temple was in the kingdom's backyard spoke volumes about how deep their

connection ran.

Hajime and the others headed for the temple's front gate. They were about to embark

on their journey to the kingdom below. As they walked through the grand triumphal

arcs that comprised the main gate of the temple, they were greeted by an endless sea

of clouds. Because no one had suffered from altitude sickness, they hadn't realized

they'd been up so high up. Hajime assumed that magic had something to do with

making the environment around the temple habitable. They all stood in wonder as

they stared at the clear blue sky and the waves of clouds sparkling in the sunlight.

Ishtar looked on proudly as everyone gawked, before urging them onward. As they

made their way forward, they came upon a massive white circular pedestal that was

surrounded by a fence. They walked through a lavish hallway made of the same white

stone as the cathedral and stepped up onto the pedestal.

Engraved within the stone of the pedestal was a large magic circle. On the other side

of the fence lay a steep drop to the clouds below, so most students huddled as close to

the center of the pedestal as they could. But they were unable to restrain their

curiosity, and timidly glanced around their surroundings despite their fear. As they

were looking around, Ishtar began to chant,

"Faith is the key that opens the road to heaven—Celestial Path."

The magic circle began emitting a blinding light as he finished chanting. The entire

pedestal began gliding down toward the ground, as if attached to some invisible cable.

It appeared that Ishtar's chant had been an activation signal of sorts. It functioned

exactly like a fantasy cable car. The students all started clamoring excitedly as they

saw their first display of magic. There was quite the ruckus when they passed through

the sea of clouds too.

Once on the other side, the students could finally make out the ground below. Directly

below them was a huge city, or rather a small kingdom. A huge castle that looked as if

it were jutting out of the mountainside lay at its center, with the rest of the city

spreading outward in a circle. The capital city of Heiligh. The magical cable car

seemingly ran from the Holy Church down to the roof of one of the castle's towers via

some aerial pathway.

Hajime smiled sardonically at the extravagant theatrics. The entire journey had clearly

been crafted to resemble "God's disciples descending down from heaven," or some

such feat. It was quite likely that with a display so ostentatious, some of the more

ardent believers would come to worship not just Hajime and his companions, but the

priests of the order who had escorted them down as well.

Hajime recalled what he had read in history books about pre-war Japan. A time when

religion and politics were very closely tied to each other. And it was those very ties

that had brought about a great tragedy. In the end, it was quite possible that this world

was even more twisted than ancient Japan was. After all, this was a world in which a

supernatural being powerful enough to interfere with other worlds existed. It

wouldn't have been surprising at all if the whole world literally revolved around God's

will.

This entire world, including everyone's chances of returning home, all rested in the

palm of God's hand. As the outline of the capital grew more detailed, Hajime felt an

inexplicable sense of unease well up inside him. He shook away the oppressive

thoughts and reminded himself that he had to focus on doing what he could for the

time being.

The moment they landed atop the royal palace, Hajime and the others were escorted

to the throne room. The hallways they passed on their way were every bit as

ostentatious as the temple had been. Along the way they passed by knights, servants,

maids, and government officials. Everyone who passed gazed at the students with a

mixture of awe and wonder. It seemed that most people were aware of who the

students were.

Hajime's sense of unease continued to increase, and he furtively followed behind

everyone at the end of the procession.

Ishtar and the party of heroes finally found themselves standing before a pair of

massive double doors, into which numerous beautiful designs had been engraved.

Two guards were standing at attention on either side of the door, and they loudly

announced the group's arrival to whomever was waiting within. Then, without waiting

for a reply, they swung the doors open.

Ishtar leisurely passed through the entrance, clearly at ease. All of the students timidly

followed behind him, with the exception of Kouki and his friends, who were seemingly

unaffected by the splendor surrounding them.

Within the room stretched a long red carpet that ended at the far wall. At its end lay a

magnificent chair—or rather throne. Standing in front of the throne was a middleaged man who radiated an aura of solemn dignity.

Next to him was presumably the queen, and next to her were a boy and a girl, both

with blond hair and striking blue eyes. The boy, who was the younger of the two,

seemed no more than ten years old, while the girl must have been around fourteen or

fifteen. On the left side of the carpet was a line of soldiers, all clad in armor and

uniform. On the right, a line of civil officers. Altogether, there were probably around

thirty people waiting in the room.

Once they were directly before the throne, Ishtar left the students and went to stand

beside the king. He then proffered his hand to the king, who took it reverently and

kissed it with the slightest brush of his lips. It looked like the pope was even more

important than the king. Hajime sighed inwardly, as he was now certain that "God" ran

the kingdom.

A flurry of self-introductions followed after that. The king's name was Eliheid S. B.

Heiligh, and his wife the queen was called Luluaria. The blond boy was the prince

Lundel, and the girl the princess Liliana.

Then came introductions for the knight captain, the prime minister, and other

important dignitaries. As an aside, the fact that the young prince's eyes were glued

onto Kaori the whole time made it clear that her charm worked on the men of this

world as well.

Once the introductions had finished, a huge feast was laid out and the students were

able to enjoy the dishes of a parallel world. Though, for the most part, it wasn't very

different from western food back on earth. The pink sauce and rainbow-colored drink

that they sometimes brought out was especially delicious.

Prince Lundel spent most of the meal talking with Kaori, and all the other boys stared

on at them worriedly. Hajime secretly hoped the brunt of their jealousy would move

away from him and onto the prince instead. Though he didn't really expect a ten-yearold boy to have much of a chance with Kaori.

After they finished their meal, Hajime and the others were introduced to the

instructors they would be training with in return for being clothed and fed by the

palace. Their instructors had been chosen from the ranks of active duty knights and

court magicians. The king probably wanted to strengthen the relationship between

the students and his kingdom for the inevitable war to come.

Once dinner and introductions were finished, everyone was led to their own

individual rooms. Hajime was certain he wasn't the only one who was dumbstruck by

the huge canopy bed he found in his room. The room was so luxurious that he couldn't

fully relax, but he'd already experienced quite the hectic day, so he was tired. He

flopped down on his bed and fell asleep almost instantly as the tension drained out of

him.

Training began bright and early the next morning. Everyone was handed a twelve

centimeter by seven centimeter silver plate. As the students stared at those strange

plates, the knight captain, Meld Loggins, began explaining their function.

Hajime wondered if it was really alright to have the knight captain be the one to watch

over their training, but he supposed that it would be bad for both their image and lives

if the kingdom left the party of heroes' training in the hands of some amateur.

Captain Meld himself seemed to be quite happy to oversee their training, as he laughed

heartily and said, "Besides, this gives me a reason to push all the boring paperwork

onto my vice-captain!" It seemed the captain was perfectly content with his role,

though the poor vice-captain probably was not.

"Alright, you kids all got your plates? We call them status plates. As their name

suggests, they take various parameters and quantify them for you. They also make for

great identification cards. So long as you've got these, you'll be fine even if you get lost

somewhere, so hang onto them tight, you hear?" The knight captain had a very

informal way of speaking. When asked about it, he had simply said, "We'll be comrades

fighting together on the battlefield, so no point in being so stiff with each other!" and

even urged them to speak casually with all the other knights.

Hajime and the others found his friendly attitude pleasant. They would have found it

awkward to have people far older than them showing them respect anyways.

"You'll see that one side of the plate has a magic circle inscribed on it. Use the needles

I passed out to prick your finger and drip some blood onto the circle. That will identify

you as the owner of the plate. Then, if you say 'Open Status,' you'll see your current

stats displayed on the plate. Oh, and don't bother asking me how it works. I've got no

clue. These things are artifacts left over from ancient times."

"Artifacts?" Kouki asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.

"Artifacts refer to powerful magical items that we no longer have the technology to

reproduce. They were supposedly all made during the age of the gods when the

creator's descendants still walked the earth. The status plates you all hold are all

artifacts from that era as well, but they're the only artifacts that still see widespread

use to this day. Most other artifacts are coveted national treasures, but there are

enough of these plates that even average citizens own one. It's helpful since they make

for very reliable identification."

It seemed that the artifact that produced these status plates still existed as well, and

every year new plates were produced under the strict supervision and control of the

Holy Church.

The students all nodded in affirmation as they listened to his explanation. Once it was

finished, they all gingerly pricked their fingers and rubbed the blood that welled up

onto the magic circle of their plates. The magic circles flared briefly as the blood

touched them. Hajime, too, rubbed some blood onto his plate.

His status plate flared up briefly as well, and like ink spreading through wool, his plate

was slowly dyed a sky blue. Hajime was taken aback. The other students also looked

on in surprise as their plates changed color.

Captain Meld continued his explanation of the plates after that. Apparently each

person had their own distinct color of mana, and when their information was entered

into their plates, the plates changed color to match it. The reason they were able to

serve as such reliable identification cards was because their color and the color of

their owner's mana were always the same.

So wait, my mana's light blue? Or I guess closer to sky blue? It's real pretty.

Glad that his mana wasn't pitch black or anything along those lines, Hajime looked

around and saw that everyone else was also busy staring at their own colors. Kouki's

was predictably pure white. Ryutarou's was dark green, Kaori's a very light purple,

and Shizuku's the deep blue of lapis lazuli.

"I realize you're all impressed, but don't forget to check your stats, okay?" Captain

Meld smiled wryly as he reminded the students to confirm their stats. His voice

brought them all back to their sense and they gave Meld a brief look before hurriedly

checking their stats.

Hajime returned his own gaze back down to his status plate. On it, he found written—

Hajime Nagumo Age: 17 Male Level: 1

Job: Synergist

Strength: 10

Vitality: 10

Defense: 10

Agility: 10

Magic: 10

Magic Defense: 10

Skills: Transmute — Language Comprehension

—the above information. Hajime felt that he'd almost turned into some kind of video

game character as he looked at his stats. Everyone else was also absorbed in reading

their plates. Seeing that, Captain Meld began explaining the different stats.

"Everyone got a good look their stats? Alright, let me explain them from the top. First,

we have your level. See it? That number grows as your other stats grow. The highest

level is 100, and when you've reached that you're at your limits as a human being. In

other words, one's current level shows how much of their full potential they've

realized. Reaching 100 means unlocking all of your latent potential, and is a cap

beyond which you cannot grow. Very few people manage to make it to level 100,

though."

So it wasn't exactly like a game, since raising your stats increased your level and not

the other way around.

"Your stats will naturally increase as you train, and you can also use magic or magicimbued items to raise your stats. Also, those with a high magic stat will naturally grow

faster than others. No one knows exactly why, but we assume it's because a person's

mana assists in the growth of other stats. Later on you'll all get to choose equipment

that corresponds to your individual stats. The items in our treasury will be yours for

the taking! You're the heroes who are going to save our kingdom after all!" Judging by

Captain Meld's explanation, defeating a monster wouldn't magically increase one's

stats. Everyone just had to train the old fashioned way.

"Next up, do you all see that little box that says job in it? Put simply, that refers to your

natural aptitude. It's directly linked to the skills box in the bottom, and your job

determines the kind of skills you can learn. Few people possess a job. Jobs are split

into combat-based and non-combat-based disciplines. Combat jobs are exceedingly

rare. Only one in every thousand, or ten thousand depending on the job, people have

a combat-based job. Non-combat jobs are technically rare too, but… well, one in every

hundred people has one. Some of them are even common enough that one in every ten

people has one, actually. There's a lot of people who have non-combat production

related jobs."

Hajime looked back down at his status plate. His job was "Synergist." Which meant his

talents had to do with synergizing, whatever that was supposed to be.

Ishtar had said that Hajime and the others came from a world superior to their own,

and that they possessed better abilities than the humans of Tortus due to that fact.

Then it's only natural that I have a job, thought Hajime as his lips curled up into a smile.

There was no person who wouldn't be happy to be told they were gifted with a special

talent.

However, at Captain Meld's next words, Hajime's smile vanished and was replaced by

a cold sweat.

"Next… well, your stats are simply what they say they are. The average for most stats

at level 1 is around 10. But you're all heroes, so you surely have far higher stats than

that! Man I'm so jealous of you guys! Oh yes, don't forget to report your stats to me. I'll

need to know them to decide how to best train you guys." The average stats for

someone at level 1 were around 10. And each and every one of Hajime's stats were a

perfect 10. His mind raced furiously as cold sweat poured down his back.

Huh? Doesn't that mean that my stats are totally average… like completely and utterly

mediocre? I don't have any godlike cheat powers? My power level isn't over 9000? WhWhat about everyone else? Maybe everyone's just like this at the start… Hajime clung

onto this last sliver of hope as he furtively glanced around at the other students.

Everyone's eyes were sparkling as they looked at their stats. Not a single one of them

was breaking out in a cold sweat like Hajime.

Kouki was the first to step up and show his stats to Captain Meld. His stats were as

follows—

Kouki Amanogawa Age: 17 Male Level: 1

Job: Hero

Strength: 100

Vitality: 100

Defense: 100

Agility: 100

Magic: 100

Magic Defense: 100

Skills: Elemental affinity — Elemental Resistance — Physical Resistance — Advanced

Sorcery — Swordsmanship — Superhuman Strength — Armor Proficiency —

Foresight — Increased Mana Recovery — Detect Presence — Detect Magic — Limit

Break — Language Comprehension

The guy was a living personification of cheat skills.

"Whoa, you really are a hero. You already have stats in the triple digits at level 1! And

most people normally only get two or three skills! You're way beyond normal. What a

reliable hero!"

"Well, you know how it is… Ahaha…" Kouki blushed and scratched his head as Captain

Meld praised him.

As an aside, Captain Meld was level 62. His stats were all within the 300 range, and he

was one of the strongest humans alive. But at just level 1, Kouki was already a third of

the way to his strength. If his growth rates were just as high, he'd overtake the captain

in no time.

In addition, it seemed as if your skills were basically the innate talents you were born

with, so there was no way to increase them. The exception being derivative skills.

Those were skills that were acquired by spending a lifetime polishing one's talents,

something one acquired by surpassing their limits in a certain field. Put simply, it was

when someone suddenly discovered the trick to doing something they'd always

struggled to before, and rapidly increased their proficiency with it.

Hajime had hoped Kouki was just somehow special, but everyone else also had

overpowered abilities, though none quite matched up to Kouki's. And it looked like

everyone else had a combat-based job without exception.

Hajime stared at the word Synergist that filled his job box. From the name alone, he

found it hard to imagine it was a combat-based job. He only had two skills too. To make

matters worse, one of them was Language Comprehension, which every summoned

being had. In other words, he effectively only had one skill. Even Hajime's stiff smile

began vanishing from his face. Finally, it was his turn to show his stats, so he presented

his plate to Captain Meld.

Captain Meld was ecstatic after having seen how ridiculous everyone's stats had been.

He was probably elated to have so many overpowered allies. But his smile froze in

place when he saw Hajime's plate. He muttered "Did I just misread it?" and began

rapping the plate with his knuckles, then shone some light on it. After staring at it for

a long time, he finally returned the plate to Hajime with a complicated expression.

"Umm, well, you see… A Synergist is basically a blacksmith of sorts. It might come in

handy if you plan on opening a smithy, but otherwise…" Captain Meld muttered out a

poor explanation of Hajime's class.

Hajime was certain the boys in his class who all hated him would jump at this new

chance to belittle him. A blacksmithing class was clearly not a combat-based job. The

rest of his classmates all had combat-based jobs, and he highly doubted his particular

job would be of much use in battle.

Daisuke Hiyama grinned wickedly as he hollered out to Hajime,

"Hey Nagumo. Don't tell me you seriously got a non-combat job? How's a blacksmith

gonna fight monsters? Hey Meld, is this Synergist or whatever a rare job?"

"No, not particularly. One in every ten people has the class. In fact, all of the craftsmen

the kingdom employs have the job."

"Gimme a break, Nagumo. You're gonna fight with something like that?" Hiyama folded

his arms provocatively as he said those words. As Hajime looked around, he could see

that most of his classmates, the boys especially, were all laughing at him.

"Who knows. You never know until you try."

"Show us your stats then, if you're so confident. They better be way high to make up

for your shitty job."

Hiyama had most likely already guessed Hajime's stats from Captain Meld's

expression, but he simply wanted an excuse to bully Hajime some more. He possessed

quite a nasty personality. His three flunkies all jeered at Hajime as well. They were the

kind of stereotypical thugs that bullied the weak and groveled before the mighty. Their

actions were so clearly malicious that Kaori and Shizuku both glared at them, eyes full

of disdain.

Despite how smitten they were with her, none of them seemed to realize she disliked

such bullying. Hajime lazily handed his plate over to Hiyama.

When he saw the stats engraved on it, Hiyama burst out laughing. He passed the plate

down to his other underlings and they all sneered or laughed at Hajime as well.

"Bwahahaha… What the hell, man! You're like totally average! Actually, 10's exactly

average, so I bet there are even some babies out there stronger than you!"

"Hyahahaha, you've gotta be kidding me! This guy's not even gonna last ten minutes!

He'd die so fast that you couldn't even use him as a meat shield!"

Unable to stand it any longer, Kaori opened her mouth to give them a piece of her mind.

But before she could get out a single word, someone else began yelling at them. That

someone was Aiko-sensei.

"Hey! Stop laughing at him! I won't allow anyone to laugh at their classmates on my

watch! As a teacher, I absolutely will not condone it! Now return Nagumo-kun's plate

this instant!"

The boys were all taken aback by how much anger was visible in Aiko-sensei's small

frame. They hurriedly returned Hajime's plate in order to avoid her wrath. Aiko-sensei

turned to Hajime and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"Nagumo-kun, don't worry about your job! Look, I got a non-combat job too! And aside

from my job, most of my stats are pretty average too! You're not alone!"

Aiko-sensei then showed her pink colored plate to Hajime with a "Here, look!"

Hatayama Aiko Age: 25 Female Level: 1

Job: Farmer

Strength: 5

Vitality: 10

Defense: 10

Agility: 5

Magic: 100

Magic Defense: 10

Skills: Soil Management — Soil Restoration — Large-scale Cultivation — Enhanced

Fertilization — Selective Breeding — Plant Appraisal — Fertilizer Production —

Mixed Breeding — Auto Harvesting — Fermentation Proficiency — Wide-area

Temperature Control — Farming Barrier — Fertile Rain — Language Comprehension.

Hajime's eyes resembled a dead fish's once he finished reading Aiko's plate.

"Huh? What's wrong, Nagumo-kun!?" Aiko asked as she shook Hajime back and forth.

It was true that her overall stats were low, and that she did not possess a combat class,

but her exceptional magic stat and large number of skills meant that she would reach

the level of other heroes with just a little training. And lest everyone forget, an army

marches on its stomach. Aiko-sensei's job was nothing like Hajime's. His was so

commonplace that there were myriad others who were more proficient in it. In other

words, even Aiko-sensei was plenty overpowered.

Hajime felt doubly betrayed for getting his hopes up even a little.

"Oh my, Ai-chan, that was the final nail in the coffin…"

"N-Nagumo-kun! Are you alright!?"

Shizuku smiled sadly as she watched Hajime shut down, while Kaori worriedly ran

over to him. Aiko-sensei tilted her head in confusion. As always, she tried her best, but

ended up being completely unhelpful. The students smiled at her unchanging

ditziness. Aiko-sensei had managed to achieve her initial goal of preventing Hajime's

bullying, but he still smiled emptily as he thought of the difficulties that lay ahead, and

the treatment he would definitely receive.

Two weeks had passed since Hajime was labeled the weakest and most useless

member of the class. He was currently in the library using the break time he had

between training sessions to investigate something. In his hands was a book labeled

"Monsters of the Northern Continent, a Picture Book." As its name suggested, it was a

picture book about monsters.

As for why he was reading such a book, that was because he had not grown at all after

two weeks of training. In fact, the past two weeks had only served to highlight how

pathetically weak he was. Hoping to cover his physical deficiencies with knowledge,

Hajime spent most of his free time in the library.

He perused the picture book for a while before suddenly breathing out a sigh and

throwing it down on the desk. The librarian happened to be passing by right as he did

that, so Hajime was met with a glowering stare.

Hajime jumped, as he was clearly startled, and hurriedly apologized. The librarian's

angry glare implied that he wouldn't tolerate it happening a second time. What on

earth am I doing? Hajime thought with a sigh.

Hajime suddenly took out his status plate and stared at it, his hands resting on his

chin.

Hajime Nagumo Age: 17 Male Level: 2

Job: Synergist

Strength: 12

Vitality: 12

Defense: 12

Agility: 12

Magic: 12

Magic Defense: 12

Skills: Transmute — Language Comprehension

That was all the growth he had to show after two weeks of harsh training. I can't even

say I've gotten much stronger! Hajime screamed internally. For comparison, Kouki's

stats had grown at an astronomical rate.

Kouki Amanogawa Age: 17 Male Level: 10

Job: Hero

Strength: 200

Vitality: 200

Defense: 200

Agility: 200

Magic: 200

Magic Defense: 200

Skills: Elemental Affinity — Elemental Resistance — Physical Resistance — Advanced

Sorcery — Swordsmanship — Superhuman Strength — Armor Proficiency —

Foresight — Increased Mana Recovery — Detect Presence — Detect Magic — Limit

Break — Language Comprehension

His growth rate was roughly five times as fast as Hajime's. And to make matters worse,

Hajime had discovered he had no real affinity for magic.

What exactly did having no magical affinity mean? Well, it had to do with how magic

functioned in this world. In the world of Tortus, magic functioned in a very specific

manner. By chanting an incantation, one could transfer their mana into a magic circle,

and the spell inscribed within that circle would activate, thus casting magic. It was

impossible for anyone to directly manipulate their mana, so each spell needed its own

corresponding magic circle.

Additionally, the length of an incantation was directly proportional to how much mana

one could pour into a magic circle, so the effectiveness of a spell was directly

proportional to the amount of mana used to cast it. And the more complicated a spell

was, or the larger an area of effect it had, the more inscriptions needed in the magic

circle to complete the spell. Which naturally meant that the magic circle itself needed

to be larger too.

For comparison, the standard fireball spell that appeared in most RPGs and the like

normally required a magic circle about ten centimeters in diameter. Every spell

needed the basic inscriptions for the element, strength, range, span, and magic

absorption (the amount of mana someone needed to provide the magic circle in order

to activate the spell). If one wanted to add additional parameters such as length the

spell is maintained, then extra inscriptions were needed for that as well.

There was, however, an exception to this rule. And that exception was magical affinity.

Magical affinity was basically a measure of how well one's natural constitution

allowed them to shorten inscriptions. For example, someone with an affinity for the

fire element would no longer need to add the element portion of the inscription to

their spell as long as it was a fire-based one. People with an aptitude for something

were able to use a mental image to take the place of the inscription. They didn't need

to carve the inscription anywhere into the magic circle. By simply imagining flames

while chanting the spell, they were capable of adding the fire element to it.

Most people had some level of magical affinity, which meant that the above mentioned

ten centimeter magic circle would generally be smaller. However, Hajime had

absolutely no affinity for magic whatsoever, meaning that on top of inscriptions for

the basic five properties, he had to include inscriptions for the trajectory, spread, and

even conclusion for each of his spells. For him, the standard fireball spell required a

magic circle two meters in diameter, making magic completely impractical in combat.

On a somewhat related topic, magic circles came in two different types. The more

common of the two were magic circles drawn onto a special kind of disposable paper.

The other type were magic circles carved into specific minerals. The former allowed

for many different variations of spells, but they burned out after one use and their

power was generally on the low side. On the other hand, the latter were bulky and

limited in the spells they could cast, but they were reusable and far more powerful

than their paper counterparts. The staves Ishtar and the other priests carried all had

mineral-type magic circles engraved into them.

Because of his low stats, close combat was impossible, and because of his lack of

magical affinity, he could not rely on magic either. The only skill his job had provided

him, Transmute, simply allowed him to transform the shape of various ores, or forge

them together into alloys. It was effectively useless. He was also told there were no

useful artifacts for Synergists, and was simply given a pair of gloves with related magic

circles inscribed into it.

After a lot of training, he was finally able to make pitfalls and protrusions in the

ground, and the more he trained, the larger he was able to make their sizes, but… he

had to be in direct contact with the target to activate them. Running up in front of an

enemy and then squatting down to put his hands on the ground was no better than

suicide, so even those skills were of no real help to him in combat.

Over the past two weeks, Hajime had come to be treated as a complete waste of space

by his classmates. He had attempted to increase his knowledge as a last ditch attempt

to somehow become useful, but even that prospect seemed to have dim hopes, so he

sighed more and more frequently as time went on.

If I'm going to be useless around here, I might as well just go out on a journey or

something, Hajime thought as he stared out the library window. He had reached the

end of his rope. Hajime had spent the last two weeks devoting himself more than

anyone else to the lectures they were being given about the world, spending all his

time thinking of where to go.

I'm thinking the land of demi-humans would probably be best… I can't really say I've

been to another world if I haven't even seen a single pair of animal ears. But supposedly

their territory is really deep within the sea of trees. And they're apparently discriminated

against everywhere, so aside from a few slaves, you don't really see many of them outside

their homeland.

According to what Hajime had learned so far, the demi-humans were harshly

discriminated against, so they lived deep within the Haltina Woods to avoid contact

with other people. They were supposedly discriminated against because they didn't

possess any mana.

Legend stated that starting with Ehit, each of the gods shaped the very foundations of

the world with magic. The magic everyone used now was supposedly a deteriorated

version of the power the gods once held. For that reason, it was common belief that

magic itself was a gift from the gods. Of course, said belief was strengthened by the

fact that the Holy Church preached it as the truth. Because of that, demi-humans, who

didn't possess mana and were unable to use magic, were seen as wicked creatures

who'd been abandoned by the gods.

This had naturally led Hajime to question, "But what about monsters?" However, it

seemed that monsters were simply thought of as natural disasters, so no one

considered them creatures who had received "God's blessing" or anything along those

lines, and they were seen as nothing more than wild beasts. What a convenient

interpretation, Hajime thought, clearly disgusted.

Even worse, though the demons all worshiped a god different from the humans' "Lord

Ehit," they too discriminated against the demi-humans.

Demons supposedly had a far higher magical affinity than humans, so they were able

to cast spells with much shorter incantations and smaller magic circles than them.

They resided in the center of the southern continent, in the demon kingdom of

Garland. Though few in number, it seemed that even children in the kingdom were

capable of wielding powerful offensive magic. So, in a way, every single citizen of the

kingdom was a soldier.

The humans of this world saw the demons who worshiped a different god as their

mortal foes, thanks to the teachings of the Holy Church, and despised the demihumans as godless vermin. And apparently the demons were no better. Though he

couldn't be sure, Hajime guessed the demi-humans just wanted to be left alone. It

made sense considering how exclusive the other two groups seemed to be.

Hmm, if navigating the huge sea of trees seems impossible, then maybe I should try for

the western ocean instead? If I'm remembering right, there's a city called Erisen that sits

by the sea. If I can't get my fill of animal ears, then I at least want to see some mermaids.

Fantasy creatures like those are every man's dream. Plus, I want to see what the

seafood's like in this world.

The coastal city of Erisen was home to a group of demi-humans known as seamen, and

rested on the shores of the western ocean. They were the only group of demi-humans

that the kingdom sheltered. The reason being that the city produced about 80% of the

kingdom's seafood. Such a practical reason.

What happened to them being a godless race? Hajime had thought sarcastically when

he had first heard about them.

But in order to get to the western sea from his location, one first had to cross the Gruen

Desert. Two important locations that were used as waypoint markers for traders in

the desert were the oasis Dukedom of Ankaji and the Grand Gruen Volcano. And the

Grand Gruen Volcano was one of the seven labyrinths of the world.

The seven labyrinths referred to the seven highly dangerous locations scattered

throughout the world. To the southwest of the Heiligh Kingdom, between the capital

and the Gruen Desert, lay another one of them, the Great Orcus Labyrinth. The

previously mentioned Haltina Woods was also another one of these labyrinths.

Though they were called the seven labyrinths, in truth, only three of them had ever

been documented. The rest were places that were believed to exist due to evidence

provided in ancient books and other such manuscripts.

Though their existence had not been confirmed, they'd still been provisionally marked

on maps. The Reisen Gorge that divided the northern and southern continents was

one such place, while the Frost Caverns that lay in the Schnee Snow Fields was another

potential candidate.

I probably won't be able to make it across that desert… In that case, the only way I'll ever

get to see demi-humans is if I go to the empire and see the slaves they have, but I'm not

sure I could bear to see those poor animal ears suffering as slaves. The empire he'd

referred to was the Hoelscher Empire. It was a country that had been formed three

hundred years ago, during one of the larger wars between the humans and demons. It

had been formed by a certain mercenary group, and was a militaristic country that

boasted a large population of adventurers and mercenaries. They held to the doctrine

that might makes right, and were a country of rather unsavory repute.

Its citizens believed in using everything they could to further their own ends, whether

that meant demi-human slaves or anything else, so the slave trade flourished there.

The empire lay to the east of the kingdom, and sandwiched between them was the

independent merchant republic, Fuhren. As the name suggested, they were a neutral

city that didn't rely on either country for support. Being a merchant republic, they

boasted a vast amount of wealth, and the flow of money played heavily into their

politics. It was also what allowed them to remain neutral. It was said that anything

one's heart desired could be bought in that city, such was its economic clout.

Haaah, but if I ever want to get back home, I can't just run away… Wait, crap, it's almost

time for training! Realizing that he was simply trying to avert his eyes from reality,

Hajime shook his head and quickly left the library so as to not be late for training. It

was only a short distance from the library to the palace, but the bustle of the capital

could be seen even in such a short trek. The voices of merchants hawking their wares

mingled with the happy laughter of playing children and the angry scolding of their

parents. The capital was a quaint, peaceful city.

Since it doesn't look like a war's going to break out anytime soon, maybe I can just

convince them to send me back… Hajime dreamed of the impossible as he walked back

to the palace. He'd just wanted to avoid thinking about the despair that awaited him

once he arrived.

When he arrived at the training grounds, Hajime found a few other students already

there, chatting with each other or getting some early practice in. It looked like he had

arrived surprisingly early. Hajime decided to pass the time doing a bit of practice of

his own, so he took out the slender longsword he'd been given.

As he did, he felt a sudden impact hit him square in the back and he stumbled a few

steps forward. He managed to avoid falling, but chills ran down his spine as he saw

how close he had been to impaling himself on a drawn sword. He frowned as he turned

back and saw the usual group of four all wearing the same obnoxious expression.

As always, Daisuke Hiyama was standing behind him, together with the rest of the

Petty Four, as Hajime liked to call them. Ever since they'd started training, the four of

them had taken every opportunity they could to bully Hajime. They were half the

reason he found training so depressing, with the other half being how pathetic his

stats were.

"Yo, Nagumo. What are you doing? You know that sword's totally useless in your hands

anyway, right? I mean, come on, you're a total weakling!"

"Hey man, that's going too far. I mean, you're totally right though, Hiyama… Gyahaha!"

"Why do you even bother coming to training every day? I'd be way too embarrassed if

I were you!"

"Hey, Daisuke. He's just so pitiful… Don't you think we should help him out with his

training a little?" Hiyama and the others laughed hysterically, as if Shinji had actually

said something funny.

"Huh? Come on, Shinji, don't you think you're being a bit too nice to him? Well, I'm a

nice guy too, so I guess I don't mind helping out."

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I'm also a super nice guy, so I'll pitch in. Man, you

better thank us, Nagumo. We're taking out some of our precious time to help out a

weakling like you." They put their arms around Hajime's shoulders in a false gesture

of kindness and dragged him away to an inconspicuous location. Most of his

classmates noticed, but they pretended not to see anything.

"Oh no, I'm fine by myself. You don't have to waste your time on me." Hajime tried to

refuse, though he knew it was pointless.

"Huh!? Here I am going out of my way to train your sorry ass and this is what I get? I

can't believe you! You should be on your knees thanking me!"

As he said that, Hiyama punched Hajime in the side, hard. Hajime groaned in pain as

he felt Hiyama's fist sink into his soft flank. Hiyama's group had steadily been getting

more and more violent with him as of late. While it might've been natural for

hormone-driven boys in puberty to go mad with power once they got their hands on

some, that made it no easier for the one who had to bear the brunt of their lapse in

sanity. Though it was not as if there was anything Hajime could do to fight back. All he

could do was grit his teeth and try to bear it.

Eventually, they brought him all the way to a secluded corner of the training grounds

that couldn't be easily seen, then Hiyama thrust Hajime down to the ground.

"Come on, get up. It's time for some fun training." Hiyama, Nakano, Saitou, and Kondou

all surrounded Hajime at those words. Hajime bit his lip in frustration as he stood up.

"Guah!?"

He felt something crash into his back as soon as he rose to his feet. Saitou had hit him

with the sheath of his sword. He flew forward, groaning in pain, and was met with

another attack.

"Hey now, you can't sleep there. You'll get burned if you do! Incinerate all that stands

in my path — Fireball."

Nakano unleashed a fireball at Hajime. As the impact he'd just received made it

impossible for him to get back up right away, Hajime frantically rolled to the side,

barely avoiding the incoming fireball. However, Saitou had predicted Hajime would

dodge, so he'd cast another spell in his direction.

"Rend my foes O wind — Wind Sphere." The clod of hardened wind hit Hajime just as

he was getting up, which made him double over in pain as he was blown back. He

collapsed to the ground once more, throwing up.

The magic they had cast were all low-level spells with simple incantations. But even

weak magic like that hit as hard as a pro boxer's punch. The reason even their weak

spells hit so hard was because of their magical affinities combined with the rare

artifacts they had received from the king.

"Tch, I can't believe you're so weak. Are you even trying, Nagumo?" Hiyama lazily

kicked Hajime in the stomach as he said that. Hajime desperately tried to keep his

stomach from emptying itself entirely.

The lynching disguised as "training" continued for a while longer. Hajime bit his lip,

cursing his own powerlessness. Maybe he should have fought back, even if he knew

he was too weak to truly achieve anything.

But Hajime had always been averse to violence. He even had trouble really hating

people. He'd always folded when cornered into a situation that seemed as if it might

devolve into a fight. Always believing that it would end eventually as long as he could

put up with it. And that bearing it was always better than fighting back. Some people

thought him kind for it, while others simply saw him as a loser. Hajime himself wasn't

sure which he was.

Around the time the pain had grown nearly unbearable, Hajime suddenly heard a girl's

angry voice.

"What do you think you're doing!?"

Hiyama and the others paled when they heard that voice. It was only natural. After all,

it belonged to the girl they were all smitten with, Kaori. And not just her. Shizuku,

Kouki, and Ryutarou were all with her.

"Umm, please don't misunderstand anything. We were just helping Hajime with his

training…"

"Nagumo-kun!"

Kaori ignored Hiyama's excuses and ran over to Hajime, who was huddled on the

ground, coughing. Hiyama and the others had ceased to matter at all to Kaori when

she saw the state Hajime was in.

"Training, huh? Wouldn't you say that was a bit too one-sided to be called training?"

Shizuku uttered those words in an icy tone.

"We were just…"

"Save your breath. No matter how unfit for battle Nagumo-kun may be, he's still our

classmate. Make sure you don't do it again," Kouki calmly interjected.

"If you've got time to be messing around, then work on your own damn skills instead!"

Ryutarou bellowed.

Hiyama and everyone else started giving different excuses as they smiled awkwardly

and beat a hasty retreat. Kaori cast some healing magic on Hajime, and he gradually

felt the pain recede.

"Th-Thank you, Shirasaki-san. You saved me."

Hajime smiled painfully and Kaori shook her head at his words, her eyes filled with

tears.

"Do they always do things like that to you? If so, I'll…" Kaori glared angrily in the

direction Hiyama and the others ran off to, but Hajime hurriedly stopped her.

"No, no, it's not always this bad! I'm fine, really, so please don't mind me!"

"But…"

Kaori didn't seem fully convinced, so Hajime smiled and said, "I'm fine, really." At those

words, Kaori reluctantly gave in.

"Nagumo-kun, if anything else happens, please, for Kaori's sake too, tell us right away."

Shizuku said that with a sidelong glance at Kaori, a strained expression on her face all

the while. Hajime was about to thank her for her concern, but the resident hero had

to go and ruin the mood.

"But you know, Nagumo, you need to put in some effort of your own. You'll never grow

strong if you keep using your weakness as an excuse. I've been hearing that you're

spending all your time in the library when we're not training. If I was in your shoes,

I'd spend every spare moment training to get stronger. I really think you need to start

taking this more seriously, Nagumo. Don't you think Hiyama and the others might have

done this because they were trying to fix that frivolous attitude of yours?"

No matter what Hajime did, Kouki always interpreted it like that. Hajime was

dumbstruck for a moment before he remembered that Amanogawa-kun was the kind

of person who believed that all people were inherently good, and filtered everything

he saw through that world view.

To Kouki, it was actually unthinkable on a fundamental level that humans could be so

cruel. If that was how he saw everything, then it stood to reason that he believed there

was a proper reason behind all cruel acts. "Maybe the problem was with the person

they were attacking!" was a natural conclusion to draw with that kind of mindset.

Kouki's words contained no real ill will. His warnings toward Hajime were actually

sincere, in fact. That was why Hajime no longer possessed the strength to even try and

correct Kouki. Besides, it was pointless to say anything to someone so convinced of

their own righteousness.

Shizuku knew that as well, so she put a hand over her mouth to stifle a sigh before

apologizing to Hajime.

"Sorry about that. Kouki at least means well."

"Ahaha, yeah, I know. Don't worry about it." Hajime smiled and replied with the same

reassuring words he always did. He slowly stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes.

"Anyway, it's almost time for training to start. Shall we head back?" They all walked

back to the training grounds together at Hajime's insistence. Kaori kept shooting him

worried glances, but Hajime pretended not to notice. As a man, it felt somewhat wrong

to let himself be doted on by a girl the same age.

As they returned to the training grounds, Hajime breathed a sigh for the umpteenth

time that day. The road ahead certainly looked grim for him.

Normally the students were given free time after training until dinner, but Captain

Meld held them back after training had ended on that day. The students all looked at

him curiously, and once he had their attention, he proclaimed loudly,

"Tomorrow, as part of your practical training, we will be going on an expedition to the

Great Orcus Labyrinth. I'll prepare all the necessary equipment you guys will need, but

don't think this is going to be anything like the monster hunts you've been going on

outside the capital! You guys better prepare yourselves! Get as much rest as possible

tonight so you're ready! That's all, dismissed!" He kept his announcement brief, then

left right after he had delivered it.

Hajime stood at the end of the line of chattering students and looked up at the sky.

Very grim indeed.

The Great Orcus Labyrinth. It was a massive dungeon said to span a hundred floors.

As it was one of the seven great labyrinths, the deeper one went, the stronger the

monsters they faced. Despite the dangers, it was a very popular training spot for

adventurers, mercenaries, and new troops alike. The main reasons for that were

because it was easy enough to measure the relative strength of the monsters one

would have to face based on the floor they were on, and that the mana crystals

contained within the monsters were of a higher quality than the ones harvested from

monsters on the surface.

A mana crystal was the core of a monster; it was what made a monster a monster. The

more powerful a monster, the bigger and purer a mana crystal it held inside. Mana

crystals were an important component in magic circles. A magic circle only needed to

be drawn to be able to cast the spell inscribed within, but it would have reduced

effectiveness without powdered mana crystals used in the engraving of the circle. In

fact, it would only be one third as powerful.

Mana crystals allowed for more efficient transferal of mana, which was why they

improved effectiveness so much. In addition, most commonplace magical tools used

mana crystals as a power source. Because they were used by the common folk and not

just the military, mana crystals were always in rather high demand.

However, monsters that possessed high quality mana crystals were also capable of

using powerful specialized magic. It was specialized because while they had large

quantities of mana, monsters were incapable of using magic circles or chants, meaning

that they could only ever use a single type of spell. Still, being able to unleash that spell

without needing a magic circle or incantation was a powerful asset. It was the number

one reason one could never let their guard down when fighting a monster.

Hajime and the others arrived in the outpost town of Horaud, together with Captain

Meld and a few of his knights. It was a small town that primarily existed to service the

adventurers who traveled there wishing to challenge the Great Orcus Labyrinth. As

the labyrinth was also used as a training arena for new soldiers, the kingdom

maintained a state-run inn at the town, which was where the students were all staying.

Hajime was glad to see a normal room for once, and happily dived into his bed with a

relieved sigh. Every other room had at least two people in it, but Hajime had one all

for himself.

"Wow, lucky me," Hajime muttered, somewhat disappointed. He did feel a little lonely

being in a room alone, after all.

Tomorrow they would all enter the labyrinth. The plan was to go no further than floor

twenty, which according to Captain Meld was still high enough that the knights would

be able to protect him. All Hajime could say in response were apologies for how much

of a burden he was. He honestly would've preferred if they left him behind and went

on by themselves… but he didn't have the courage to say that to Captain Meld,

considering the atmosphere and all.

Hajime started reading the picture book he had borrowed that described some of the

monsters that inhabited the lower levels of the dungeon. After a while, however, he

decided he would need as much rest as he could get, so he planted himself down in

bed despite the early hour. The skills he'd developed in school to allow him to sleep in

any situation still worked even in another world.

But just as he was dozing off, he heard a knock on his door that broke him out of his

stupor. Though he had mentioned it was still a little early, that had meant early for

him, who was used to pulling back to back all-nighters. It was actually quite late for

the people of Tortus. Suspecting the unexpected late night visitor might be Hiyama

and the others, Hajime tensed up. However, his fears vanished when he heard the voice

on the other side of the door.

"Nagumo-kun, are you awake? It's me, Shirasaki. Can we talk for a bit?"

What on earth? Hajime stiffened up for a second before hurriedly rushing over to the

door. He quickly unbolted and opened his door. Standing on the other side was Kaori,

wearing nothing but a cardigan over her pure white negligee.

"…What in tarnation?"

"Huh?" Hajime was so shocked that he unintentionally slipped into an odd accent for

a moment there. Kaori looked at him blankly, so she must not have heard him right.

Hajime composed himself as best he could and asked what she wanted while trying to

avoid looking at her as much as possible. As much of a 2D advocate as he might've

been, Hajime was still a teenage boy. Kaori's appearance was a bit too stimulating for

him.

"Ah, umm, it's nothing. Anyway, what's up? Do you have a message for me or

something?"

"No. I was hoping we could talk for a bit, Nagumo-kun… But I guess I'm being a bother,

aren't I?"

"…Come on in." Hajime asked what he thought was the most likely reason for Kaori's

appearance, but she bluntly refused and gave a most unexpected reply. And she had

asked him with such pleading puppy dog eyes too. The combination was super

effective! Before he knew it, Hajime had already thrown the door wide and invited

Kaori in.

"Thanks!" Kaori happily stepped inside without any hesitation, then sat down at the

table by the window.

Still somewhat confused, Hajime began reflexively brewing her some tea. Brewing

might have been a bit of an overstatement, however, as it was just some crappy black

tea he made by dumping some teabags into a pot of water. He made enough tea for the

both of them and offered Kaori a cup. Once the tea had been served, he sat down across

from her.

"Thank you." Despite the terrible quality of the tea, Kaori still accepted it graciously.

She gently brought the cup to her lips, and the moonlight illuminated her figure as she

did. Her black hair glowed faintly in the silver light, wreathing her in a halo. She looked

almost like an angel.

Hajime stared, captivated in a purely platonic manner by her mysterious aura. He

finally returned to his senses after Kaori put the cup down with a clink. In an attempt

to calm himself down, Hajime downed his cup of crappy black tea in one big gulp. He

choked a little as the deluge of liquid poured down his throat. Well, that was rather

embarrassing.

Kaori chuckled as she saw him sputter. In order to distract himself from the

embarrassment, Hajime quickly started talking.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about? The dungeon trip tomorrow?" Kaori

nodded in affirmation, and her smile was replaced by an unbelievably grave

expression.

"I want you… to stay here when we go to the labyrinth tomorrow. I'll convince the

instructors and the rest of our classmates, so please, don't go!" Kaori grew more and

more heated as she spoke, and by the end she was leaning forward into Hajime,

pleading with him.