Light from the windows fell directly into room number 1. Soft, morning light, golden-pink, pushing through the heavy curtains and drawing long stripes on the stone floor. The crystals on the walls and ceiling began to slowly fade. Their bluish light weakened, dissolving into the sunlight, and the warmth became softer, almost imperceptible, like the breath of a sleeping person. Silence and calm reigned in the room. Only the steady breathing of the sleepers and the occasional snore coming from the corner where one of our "heroes" was sleeping.
Someone was sleeping peacefully, face buried in a pillow; someone was snoring non-stop, loudly, with a whistle, as if competing with himself. And one of the hyperactive people decided to break the peace and quiet.
— Kichiro (in a whisper, but with enthusiasm, doing squats): One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four! Phew, morning exercises are done, now I just need to wake up these two half-asleep bears!
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looked around as quietly as a thief, and slowly, on tiptoe, approached Tadashi's bed. He was sleeping peacefully, calmly. His face was relaxed, his breathing steady, one arm hanging off the bed, the other hugging a pillow. Kichiro stopped, thoughtfully scratched his chin, weighing the options on how to wake his friend:
Like a normal person? – Nooo.
Like a best friend? – Yesss.
He looked around again, searching for something to wake his friend with. No water, no bucket, not even a slipper lying around. Nothing. Only the pillow on his own bed. His eyes lit up, and he returned to his bed, grabbed the pillow with both hands like a weapon, and tiptoed back to Tadashi.
— Kichiro (in a whisper, raising the pillow above his head): Sleepyhead Tadashi-kun, wake up! Morning has come!
He sharply brought the pillow down and – wham! – right in the sleeper's face. Tadashi flinched, let out a short cry – muffled, sleepy – and instantly opened his eyes. The pillow flew to the side, and he sat up with a jolt, hair sticking up, face red from the shock.
— Tadashi (hoarsely, grabbing the pillow): Have you completely lost it!? You scared me to death!
He quickly gathered himself, got on his knees on the bed, and hurled the pillow back at Kichiro with all his might. But he caught it with one hand, effortlessly, grinning from ear to ear.
— Kichiro (laughing, tossing the pillow aside): Oh, come on. You're not dead, are you? Stop making a mountain out of a molehill. Besides, you seem to have forgotten about one more person.
He nodded towards Tsukuyomi. He was still asleep, face buried in the pillow, breathing evenly, hair disheveled. Kichiro and Tadashi exchanged glances. Their eyes lit up simultaneously, quite predatorily, merrily.
— Kichiro and Tadashi (in unison, quietly): Hee-hee-hee >:]
Tadashi got out of bed, grabbed his pillow, and they both began to slowly approach Tsukuyomi's bed, quietly laughing, on tiptoe, like two conspirators.
— Kichiro (whispering): Ready?
— Tadashi (nodding, raising the pillow): Yeah, but first…
Instead of throwing the pillow at their sleeping friend, he suddenly spun around and hit Kichiro on the head with it – resoundingly, with a strong swing.
— Kichiro (crying out, clutching his head): So that's how we're doing this, huh? Traitor!
He grabbed his pillow, and they both assumed fighting stances. Feet apart, pillows raised, eyes blazing. A moment of silence – and both attacked each other simultaneously. The best defense is a good offense. The pillows collided in the air with a loud "poof!", then again, and again. They thrashed each other, laughing, tripping over the rug, falling to their knees and getting back up.
But because they attacked at the same time, both received a hefty blow from a pillow right in the face. Unable to hold back, they both froze for a second, then simultaneously smiled and started laughing – quietly but infectiously, choking with laughter, holding their sides. And this laughter was quite terrible for someone.
Tsukuyomi lay on his bed, face buried in the pillow, feeling everything inside him clench with irritation. His eyes opened slowly, but heavily. He lay motionless, listening to that horrific laughter, thinking only one thing: "Why can't I just get some sleep?"
— Mm, god. First thing in the morning… You two are like cats and dogs – I muttered, slowly sitting up in bed and rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.
My voice was hoarse from sleep, but already had its usual irritated tone. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, trying to tidy it up a bit, and exhaled heavily. Hearing him, Kichiro-kun and Tadashi-kun instantly froze in the middle of the room – their pillows still hanging in the air, as if time had stopped. They synchronously turned their heads towards my bed. When they saw that I was no longer asleep, Kichiro-kun let out a theatrical sigh, dropping his shoulders with an expression of utmost disappointment.
— Kichiro (accusingly, pointing a finger at Tadashi): Well, great, we couldn't prank Tsukuyomi-kun, and it's all because of you!
— Tadashi (indignantly, immediately pointing back): Hey, what do you mean! Actually, you started this whole thing! It was your plan – to prank Tsukuyomi-kun while he was asleep!
If you're going down, take others with you. That's the thought that flashed simultaneously through the minds of the two geniuses. They stood opposite each other, pillows in hand, faces red from the morning adrenaline and mutual accusations, and both looked like round two of the pillow fight was about to start.
I just watched them without emotion, with slight weariness in my eyes. I silently got out of bed and stretched – feeling my vertebrae crack – and started pulling on yesterday's t-shirt, which was lying on a chair.
— Tsukuyomi (calmly, but firmly, without looking at them): You should probably get dressed first, before arguing with each other.
They both froze, as if they'd seen something amazing. Kichiro-kun with the pillow in his hands, Tadashi-kun with his mouth open. Then they synchronously looked down at themselves – in just their underwear.
But instead of obediently starting to get dressed, another "brilliant" idea popped into Kichiro's head.
— Kichiro (with a feignedly indignant look, but a sly smile): Hey, come on! We're all guys here, what's there to be embarrassed about? Or does someone wish that sleeping with you weren't your friends, but two girls? Shame on you for that!
He theatrically placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be an offended, innocent angel. Tadashi-kun instantly caught the hint and immediately chimed in, eyes lighting up, lips stretching into an evil grin.
— Tadashi (playing along, with feigned horror): Oh my god, I never thought our friend would turn out to be such a pervert! – And this from the guy who's always talking about the girls in our class?
— Kichiro: But telling us to get dressed – does that mean you're into guys, Tsukuyomi-kun? But don't worry, my friend, we'll love you just the way you are! – says the guy who sounds like he's gay himself.
— Tadashi: One-nil for us! – God, they're the ones talking, but I'm the one embarrassed. What can I say to make them shut up? Hmm... Oh, I have an idea.
— Tsukuyomi: Should I tell our class about your ero-mangas?
Both instantly froze. Kichiro-kun opened his mouth, but no sound came out – only a quiet "uh-uh-uh…". Tadashi-kun paled, his eyes widened, the pillow fell from his hands and thudded onto the floor. They stood like two condemned prisoners – faces drawn, shoulders slumped, breathing stopped. A heavy, almost tangible silence hung in the room. Only the quiet crackling of the crystals on the walls broke it.
— Tsukuyomi (calmly, with a slight smirk, crossing his arms over his chest): One-all, I believe?
They still couldn't pull themselves together and stood there with their mouths open, like fish washed ashore. They rarely heard such threats from me. Usually, I just stayed silent, endured it, sighed. But today… today I was at my limit. And this, it seemed, worked better than any slap on the head.
Kichiro-kun was the first to snap out of it, blinking slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat, and raising his hands in a defensive gesture.
— Kichiro (quietly, almost in a whisper): O-okay… okay, mom… we won't do it anymore… – So am I mom or a friend?
— Tadashi (hoarsely, lowering his gaze): …Yeah, sorry…
They both looked like they'd just been sentenced to life in prison. I just watched them without anger, but also without pity. Inside, I was still seething, but now from a strange sense of satisfaction. If only it were like this more often. Maybe then my head would stop hurting.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Quiet, polite, but insistent: knock-knock-knock.
— Tsukuyomi (turning towards the door): Coming!
I was almost dressed – t-shirt buttoned, pants on, hair more or less smoothed down. Still looked prickly, though. Only one question bothered me: when would they give us new clothes for this world? In this form, we'd attract too much attention. And there's also the chance of attracting the local antagonist. That I really didn't want. I know we wouldn't stand a chance against the Demon Lord.
— Tsukuyomi (turning to his friends): Hey. Just going to stand there? Get dressed quickly.
They finally obeyed, nodding in unison like guilty puppies, and began frantically pulling on their clothes. Thanks for listening. For once.
I walked to the door, took the cold, metal handle, and turned the key. The door opened with a slight creak.
In front of me stood a butler. Young, around 25–27, dressed impeccably: white shirt, black suit, trousers and shoes of the same color. Everything ironed, not a single wrinkle. But his face… I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in this world had beautiful faces. Sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, calm dark eyes, a slight smile. A classic "courtly handsome man" from a fantasy. If I saw him in a manga, I'd think he was the protagonist.
— Butler (with a polite smile, holding a tray of food): Your lunch, esteemed heroes from another world. Allow me to come in and set it on the table. – Seems everyone in the castle knows we're from another world. And here I thought it would be different.
— Tsukuyomi (opening the door wider): Yes, of course. Come in. – Hope these idiots don't mess anything up.
The butler entered quickly – but his steps were quiet, confident – and began arranging the food on the table: plates with hot meat, vegetables, bread, a pitcher of water, several fruits. While he was busy, my friends stared at him from head to toe.
— Kichiro (in a whisper, leaning towards me): He's not bad… handsome! – Reading my thoughts.
— Tadashi (chuckling): Yeah, looks like some kind of prince. Maybe you, Tsukuyomi-kun, could have something going on with him? :] – And after this, I'm the gay one?
— Kichiro (continuing, with a sly smile): Yeah, ask for his name, where he lives, and start dating him, mom. This is your chance >:] – …Okay, that was uncalled for.
— Well, everything is ready, you may now have your lunch, heroes! — said the butler, carefully arranging the last plate and stepping back a pace.
As soon as he turned to us, his face instantly paled. He saw the huge lumps on my friends' heads. Red, swollen, almost fist-sized. And from their eyes flowed… not real tears, but some theatrical, exaggerated droplets, like from an old anime. Kichiro-kun sat there, holding his head and whimpering pitifully; Tadashi-kun sat next to him, demonstratively wiping "tears" with his sleeve and sniffling.
— Butler (panicking, throwing his hands up): Oh my, oh my! What happened to you, heroes?! Should I call a doctor? For them to heal you with magic? Oh my, I only just came in here, how did you manage to hurt yourselves so badly, young heroes?!
He was genuinely panicking – his hands were trembling, his voice cracking, his eyes darting from one lump to the other. On one hand, I understood him: he was in the room with us, so suspicion would fall on him first. And he certainly doesn't want trouble. On the other hand… you can't even call this a wound. He's panicking for nothing.
— Tsukuyomi (calmly, raising a hand): Don't worry. I just talked to them. I won't keep you here any longer, you may go. And thank you for your concern for us.
— Butler (still nervous, but already backing towards the door): A-ah, as you say… If anything, you have exactly 1 Cald. I hope that's enough for you to eat and satisfy your hunger. If you need anything, I'll be outside. – Cald? Is that local time?
He bowed quickly and almost ran out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. I stood there, looking at the closed door.
— Kichiro (snorting, crossing his arms): 'Talked to them,' he says. Yeah, right!
— Tadashi (with feigned indignation): Lies through his teeth without blinking! Didn't expect that from you, buddy! – Well, lying is sometimes good. These two never stop complaining. Oh well, grievances aside, lunch is on schedule.
— Tsukuyomi (sitting down at the table, calmly): Two against one? Aren't you ashamed?
— Kichiro and Tadashi (in unison, frightened): Eh!? You've got it wrong! It was just a joke! – Two-nil in my favor. Easy.
— Tsukuyomi (wearily, but firmly): Okay, I understand. Let's have lunch like normal people. You're probably hungry after all this time too.
I sat down at the table first. My friends exchanged glances, sighed, and also sat down. We really were very hungry, not having eaten anything since yesterday. The smell of hot meat, fresh bread, and vegetables hit our noses so strongly that our mouths instantly watered. I took a fork, cut a piece of meat – juicy, with a crust – and put it in my mouth. Hot, tasty, with a slight spiciness. I'd almost forgotten what normal food was like.
And if my memory serves me right, usually after lunch, the main character and his friends are summoned by the king himself. Well, if it happens exactly as I said, then the author of this world has no imagination at all.
— Kichiro (chewing, but not letting up): Since when do monkeys eat together?
— Tsukuyomi (sighing): Haaa… please, don't start.
— Tadashi (sharply, but with a full mouth): Don't you want to shut up, you idiot? Then I'll help you with that!
And here we go again. You can't even eat or drink in peace with them around. Nothing but trouble with them… although, maybe that's for the best.
"AFTER LUNCH"
— Kichiro: Phew, that's it. Can't eat another bite. Ugh-ugh, my stomach hurts! – He leaned back in his chair so sharply that it creaked pitifully, pressing both hands to his stomach, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. His face was contorted, eyes watering, cheeks puffed out as if he were about to burst. A loud, agonizing moan escaped his throat, mixed with a burp that made the very air in the room feel heavier.
— Tadashi: God, is there a doctor here?
He sat hunched over, clutching his stomach so tightly that his knuckles were white. His forehead was beaded with sweat, his breathing heavy and labored, with a wheeze on every exhale. He tried to straighten up, but immediately groaned louder, folding in half again, rocking back and forth as if that might somehow ease the pain.
…And I'm supposed to fight the final boss of this world with these wannabe heroes? Seriously? And I told them not to eat everything in sight! I said it calmly, without pressure, just stating a fact. But of course they didn't listen. They pounced on the food like hungry wolves: meat, bread, vegetables, sauce, fruit – all gone in minutes. And now here's the result: two groaning idiots and me, feeling like both a babysitter and a future martyr.
— Tsukuyomi (wearily, getting up from the table, voice steady but with a hint of irritation): Good grief. Sit here quietly. I'll try to find you a doctor who can heal you. Understood?
— Kichiro and Tadashi (in unison, pitifully, synchronously clasping their hands in front of them, eyes big and shiny): Thanks for your care, Mom! – What am I supposed to do with you?
I exhaled heavily, my chest rising and falling, shoulders slumping from fatigue and mild despair. I shook my head slowly, with a quiet sigh, and headed for the exit.
Now I just need to find that person, or whoever. So, what was his name? Actually, no – better to ask what he looked like. I don't even know his name. God, I really didn't feel like wandering through the castle corridors…
— Butler (calm voice right outside the door, as if he'd been waiting for this moment): Oh, so you've already finished lunch? I hope you enjoyed the food from our chef!
I froze on the threshold. So you've been standing outside the door this whole time, waiting for us to finish the meal? So he wasn't lying when he said he'd be waiting outside? Creepy.
— Tsukuyomi (calmly, but with slight irritation in his voice): Excuse me, sir. My friends have stomachaches right now. Could you give them some medicine? – He listened to me attentively, tilting his head slightly, as if this were the most ordinary request in the world. I wonder why you didn't react like this when you saw the lumps.
— Butler (nodding, without the slightest surprise): Of course, Mister Hero! – Don't call me that – I'll heal them right away with my skill! – Just as I thought, they're obsessed with magic. Pills apparently just don't exist here.
— Butler (with enthusiasm, eyes lighting up): Let's heal the other heroes too, before your training! – Wait, what?
He quickly opened the door and walked inside confidently, without hesitation, as if it were his room. I closed the door behind him quietly, almost automatically. I wanted to ask about the training. What training, where, when – but he was already inside, and the moment was lost.
— Kichiro (turning away, barely audible giggling through the pain): God, Mom, isn't that too big a dose?
— Tadashi (seriously, but with a smirk despite the pain): Yeah, do you want it to get stuck right in our throats? – That's not medicine, that's a doctor, idiots!
— Butler (smiling, genuinely not understanding the joke): I don't understand what you mean at all, heroes. But please, show me where it hurts, and I'll heal you in a flash! – He asked my thick-headed friends with a smile where it hurt… Didn't I just tell you where it hurts? Or is this world's special feature quick forgetting? And another thing – when he first came in and saw the lumps on their heads, he immediately panicked: "Oh my, should I call healing mages?" And now he stands here, hands glowing, healing stomachs without even blinking. If you have healing abilities, why didn't you use them on their heads right away? God, so many plot holes...
He looked at them with such care, as if they were little children. My friends exchanged quick, guilty glances and simultaneously pointed to their stomachs, lifting their shirts slightly.
The butler nodded and raised his hands. His palms glowed with a soft green light, as if tiny emeralds had ignited inside them. He brought his hands close to their stomachs without touching, just holding them 10-15 cm away. The light grew brighter, spreading through the room – warm, soothing, like sunlight through foliage.
Kichiro-kun and Tadashi-kun tensed up at first – shoulders raised, eyes wide, breath held – but after a few seconds, they relaxed. Their faces smoothed out, breathing became steady, stomachs stopped hurting. They synchronously exhaled with relief, almost blissfully, even smiling slightly. Sometimes I think that with all their synchronicity, they must be twins.
— Butler (lowering his hands, the light fading, voice satisfied): Well, that's it! If you need any more help, just come to me. I'm always ready to help!
Kichiro-kun and Tadashi-kun jumped up quickly, energetically, as if nothing had happened. They started circling around the butler – first from one side, then the other – thanking him nonstop, peering into his hands, his face, his eyes.
— Kichiro (enthusiastically, almost bouncing): That was awesome! How did you do that?
— Tadashi (curiously, leaning in closer): Can you do it again? Just out of curiosity!
The butler smiled patiently, politely, but already a little wearily, like a person accustomed to such questions. But I was interested in something else entirely.
— Tsukuyomi (calmly but firmly, stepping closer): Sir, you mentioned training after the meal to me. May I ask what kind of training this will be?
— Kichiro (stopping his circling, sharply turning around): What? We're starting training already? What about scouting the location, learning the local history and adventures? – Walk through the whole city without information, without a map? And then come back here? No way, my legs won't make it.
— Tadashi (nodding, seriously): Aren't you rushing into adventures a bit? – Here I actually agree with you. What kind of heroes are we if even an ordinary person could defeat us? I don't know how strong they are, but they've probably lived with magic since birth. So it's safe to assume they're tens of times stronger than us.
— Tsukuyomi (turning to the butler): And where will the training take place?
— Butler: Don't worry. I'll escort you to the training camp right now. Follow me, I'll show you where it is. – He straightened his back, walked to the door, and opened it. Then he turned back to us.
— Butler: Is something wrong?
— Tsukuyomi (honestly, looking him in the eye): Huh? No, no! I'm just still not used to this world.
— Butler (smiling softly, almost paternally): Well, that's alright! It happens! – Oh, really? Lots of things happen in this world.
I looked at my friends. Fire burned in their eyes. Real, intense, hungry fire. They were more ready for training than ever before. Especially considering they hate sports. That sounds completely illogical, honestly. But since they're ready, I'll be ready for the upcoming problems too.
"TRAINING LOCATION"
We stepped out onto the training ground, and I involuntarily stopped, looking around.
It was an open, quite spacious area within the castle walls. A huge courtyard paved with packed gravel and sand that crunched underfoot with every step. On all sides, it was surrounded by high stone walls with narrow embrasures and massive towers at the corners. Gray, heavy, as if grown straight from the earth. On the walls, flags fluttered with the kingdom's crest: a flaming sphinx in yellow, surrounded by symbols and patterns. The wind occasionally made them flap, and the sound seemed almost threatening.
Along the edges of the grounds stood wooden dummies, quite battered, covered in dents and scratches from countless blows. Each had a straw head and painted targets on its chest. Some were almost worn away, others still fresh. In the center was a large circular ring of packed sand, specially made so dust wouldn't fly too much during sparring. Next to it were racks with training weapons: wooden swords of various lengths, heavy shields, spears, and bows – all simple, unsharpened, but sturdy and worn.
On one side, a small forge was visible, an open shelter with an anvil and furnace where coals were already smoldering, and nearby lay tools and unfinished blanks. Opposite was a long shelter with wooden benches for resting and several barrels of water with ladles sticking out. The air here was heavy, saturated with the smell of sweat, hot metal, earth, and old wood. Gravel constantly crunched underfoot, and the sun was already starting to beat down, though morning was just unfolding.
Around the perimeter of the grounds stood knights in full armor, motionless as statues, with stone faces under their helmets. In the far corner rose a small tower for instructors, a simple wooden structure with a ladder and platform at the top.
Everything looked practical, harsh, and... merciless. Like a place where they don't mess around, but forge heroes. The wind swept through the flags again, and suddenly I felt cold, despite the sun.
And the other heroes were gradually approaching. So we met up with our classmates again. I could literally feel their desire to test their skills. The air seemed to grow heavy with tension, their gazes sharp, fists clenching, some already shifting from foot to foot. I wonder what their stats and skills are... By the way, I haven't even looked at my own characteristics, rushing to my classmates. I should check right now... But how do I do that? And where did those two disappear to? Ah, whatever. First, I need to figure out the first question.
Before I could properly think about how to open my status window – I just mentally reached for it, like reaching for a phone in my pocket – I was immediately grabbed, hands placed on my shoulders. Hard. Fingers dug into my skin through the fabric of my hoodie, nails almost scratching.
— Kurosawa Ren (with a smirk, leaning closer, his breath smelling of meat from lunch): Oh-oh, look who we have here! If it isn't our beloved Tsukuyomi! – He has the nerve to call me by my first name? We're not even close to each other!
— Amano Shigeru (on the left, squeezing my shoulder so hard my bones creaked): I heard you were smiling and looking all pleased about our boss's bad mood. Getting a little too cocky, aren't you!?
A few more boys from my class approached us, with clearly malicious intent in their eyes: lips curling, fists clenched, some already cracking their knuckles. Well, of course. I'm an idiot for thinking they'd stop bothering me. Even in another world. So what now? Will they beat me up like in those days? Bastards. They took advantage of the moment when Masa-nori-kun and my friends weren't around.
One of them – Ren, I think – had already drawn back his fist. I instinctively tensed, preparing to take the hit in the shoulder or stomach, as usual. But the fist froze in mid-air. It didn't reach me. Ren's hand trembled, muscles tensed, face red with effort, but he couldn't move. As if invisible threads had wrapped around his wrist and elbow, locking them in place. He jerked once, twice – nothing. The fist hung centimeters from my face.
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— Kawamura Ren (bewildered, voice trembling): Wh-what the...? Why can't I...?
At first, I didn't understand what was happening either. My heart beat faster, adrenaline rushed to my temples. But remembering the laws of this world – magic, some kind of skills – I more or less understood what had happened.
One of the knights from this castle approached us. He was fully equipped in iron armor. Heavy, worn, with dents and scratches, but sturdy. On his breastplate and pauldrons was painted the state flag, as I understood it: a flaming sphinx in yellow, surrounded by symbols and patterns. His head was without a helmet. Brown eyes, black hair, a young man. Hmm, I'm starting to get used to the fact that everyone in this world is handsome and perfect-looking. I even think they'll recognize us as heroes only because of our appearance.
— Knight (sternly, with a serious tone, stepping closer): What are you idiots trying to start here? Just because you're heroes doesn't mean you can do whatever comes into your heads! – He approached us and looked intently at the boys holding me, his gaze heavy, piercing. Then he turned his eyes to me.
— Knight (with contempt): These are the heroes who are supposed to save us? What a disgrace. You're supposed to fight the Demon Lord, not each other. Or have you decided to make his job easier by killing each other!? – Yeah, I think so too. Can I not be a hero? I wouldn't want to feel a knife in my back. T_T
The boys around me lowered their heads, stared at the ground, and couldn't even look the knight in the eye. They probably thought about his words. But knowing them and what they did in my school life, I'm sure they won't stop tormenting me and will try to challenge me to a duel, which we 100% will have in the future.
I stood there, feeling everything inside me clench with anger and fatigue. Their hands were still on my shoulders, but now not so confidently. The knight stepped even closer, and his armor clinked softly, the air seeming to grow heavier.
The knight raised his hand and clenched it into a fist. The hand of the boy who had tried to hit me a minute ago was instantly freed, and the threads disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they had never been there. Ren jerked, shook his wrist, looked at the red marks left on his skin – thin, like from a rope – and glanced sideways at the knight. Dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn't dare show aggression openly. He didn't start a conflict. There was a huge gap between their strength, and it was felt even without words.
— Knight (sternly, his voice like a sword striking a shield): Get back in formation immediately. We're starting your training right now.
He said it the same way he gave orders – without unnecessary emotion, but with such force that no one dared argue. The guys holding me reluctantly let go of my shoulders – their fingers slowly unclenched, as if it disgusted them. Ren looked at me once more, his gaze full of malice, lips twisted in a contemptuous smirk. Shigeru just snorted and turned away. They walked off without a word. Well, knight... I'm in your debt from today.
Together with the knight and Tsuyoshi's subordinates, I joined the rest of my fellow heroes. Nothing had changed. No one really paid attention to me. For now, nothing... Out of nowhere, Kichiro-kun and Tadashi-kun pounced on me, grabbing my arms, shoulders, collar, asking about my condition nonstop.
— Kichiro (shaking me, voice trembling with worry): Tsukuyomi-kun! Are you okay?! Did they touch you?!
— Tadashi (squeezing my shoulder, eyes running over me): Are you alright? Tell me if anything hurts! – And where were you when I was almost beaten up?
— Tsukuyomi (trying to pry their hands off, voice tired): Both of you, calm down. I'm fine. No need to worry so much.
— Kichiro (not letting go, but already a little quieter): Says the person who was looking around with a "help me" expression? – Wait, so you saw that? Oh, you...
— Kichiro (quickly, making excuses, but with a slight smirk): And before you start drilling me with your terrifying stare, I'll say in my defense: they're stronger than me individually, and there were several of them near you. Plus, they're more experienced in fighting! – You sure know how to weasel your way out of trouble.
— Tsukuyomi (sighing, but without anger): Well, thanks for the honesty, at least. And what about you, Tadashi-kun?
— Tadashi (blinking, confused): Huh?... – Useless to ask.
— Kichiro (thoughtfully looking at the crowd of future heroes): I wonder when we'll start killing slimes to level up? – He said it quietly, almost dreamily, rubbing his chin. Seems he decided to change the subject for convenience.
— Tsukuyomi (turning to him): What makes you think we'll kill slimes first?
— Kichiro (confidently, with a slight smirk): Well, think about it yourself. Slimes in the first stage – it's a classic from all possible mangas! – He made a compelling argument. But if you think about it, yeah. That option might turn out to be true.
— Tadashi (grimacing): Ugh, I don't want to be all covered in sticky slime! That's disgusting!
— Tsukuyomi (dryly): ...Obviously...
— Kichiro (finishing my sentence): A pure city kid. – Well, what can I say? Getting your hands dirty with slime isn't that scary. In exchange, you can become stronger by killing them.
— Knight (loudly, cutting through the noise): Your attention, young heroes! – He shouted so that everyone fell silent at once. His voice was stern, like the crack of a whip.
— Knight (straightening up, armor clinking softly): My name is Xerxes Walter. General of the second squad, B-rank. And from this Svetlora, I will be training you. – Svetlora? Hmm, that seems to be their name for the day. Well, thanks that at least the word "today" remained unchanged...
Wait, what do you mean Xerxes? As in HIM, his son!? Have I ended up in a world where every other king has not only daughters but also sons!? Or does he have a daughter too, and I just haven't met her yet? Though it's not certain I'll meet her at all. But then... what kind of story would it be without a princess, right? -_-
— Tadashi: So what is Mom thinking this time? – he said, looking at me, who had taken my chin in my hand and was staring thoughtfully at the ground, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line.
— Kichiro: As if I know what Mom is thinking right now. Do you think I can read minds? – he replied, snorting and crossing his arms over his chest, but curiosity still crept into his voice.
— Tadashi: Well, isn't your status related to that ability? – he decided to clarify with his friend (giraffe), slightly tilting his head and squinting.
— Kichiro: Possible, possible. But even if so, my level is too low for that. And besides, I have a completely different skill, – he sighed sadly, dropping his shoulders and theatrically placing a hand on his heart, as if he'd just lost the meaning of life. – We won't be able to find a suitable man for our mom!
He made an exaggeratedly sad face – eyes big, lips pursed, corners of his mouth downturned, like a puppy that forgot to be fed.
— Tadashi: Tell me about it! – he decided to join the scene too, copying Kichiro-kun's pose and expression, but adding even more drama – hand to his forehead, as if about to cry.
You think I didn't hear their mockery? I hear everything. I just decided not to interfere, let them get it out of their systems. Let them feel witty. For now.
At that moment, a calm but heavy voice sounded from behind, like a sword striking stone.
— Xerxes Walter (sternly, without a smile): I see our young ones find something very funny.
From his voice and sudden appearance behind them, Tadashi-kun and Kichiro-kun got goosebumps. They shuddered in unison, letting out a quiet, barely audible "eep...". Slowly, very slowly, they turned around, as if afraid to see something terrible there. They met the gaze of Xerxes Walter's cold eyes. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, armor clinking softly, face stony, gaze piercing.
They exchanged glances with each other – their eyes widened, faces paled – and immediately looked at me, hoping I would save them... Fat chance. That's not my problem anymore. Let them get used to living in a harsh world. :)
"AFTER A FEW MINUTES OF A LECTURE ON HOW A PROPER HERO SHOULD BEHAVE"
— Tsukuyomi: Are you two sure you're okay? – I asked my friends, looking at them carefully.
They looked pretty weak. Their legs barely held them up, knees slightly buckling, backs hunched. Their faces were pale, eyes half-closed, eyelids heavy, as if filled with lead. They seemed almost asleep from the lecture, even a little drool trickling from the corners of their mouths, gazes unfocused, staring blankly at one point, pupils cloudy. They basically looked like zombies, only scarier by far… I mean their faces, anyway.
— Tadashi: Good grief, I'm kinda sleepy… – What's wrong with your speech?
— Kichiro: Dude, he's clearly leveled up his sleep-inducement skill… – Or maybe you just don't know how to listen.
Good grief, the day has only just begun, and you're already exhausted. Hard to imagine how they'll behave in battle. I didn't think I'd have to look after them in this world too. Though, who am I kidding – I did think so! Of course I did!
— Xerxes Walter (in a calm but firm tone, holding a sword on his shoulder): So, right now I'm going to assign you all according to your status, for more effective training. Show me your status windows. And after the assignment, we'll immediately begin training. – So, um... How do I summon this status window?
I decided to ask my friends how to do it. But looking at their puzzled and terrible faces, I decided not to ask them after all. They're clearly just as confused. Maybe I should have said "Status window"? Or maybe tap myself between the chest?
— Tsuyoshi (irritably, flaring up): Damn it all! How should I know how it's done!? – Well, at least I'm not the only one who doesn't know how to do it.
— Masanori (calmly, but with a hint of confusion): Excuse me, but how do you summon this status window? – And there's our savior.
— Xerxes Walter (with slight surprise and mild mockery): You don't even know such a simple thing as how to check your own status? Even children know how to do it. – He said this to ordinary people who literally ended up in a fantasy world yesterday. While he himself was born in a world of magic. Brilliant.
— Xerxes Walter (calmly but clearly): Just think about wanting to see your level, status, characteristics, strength, and so on. Then it will appear before you on its own. – Well, that's quite convenient. Though almost too simple.
— Masanori (nodding to everyone): You heard that, guys? Let's show our statuses!
Status windows began to appear before everyone's eyes. Blue, translucent, with white letters. Even though they'd only seen them yesterday, they all started re-reading their skills and statuses – some frowning, some smiling, some quietly cursing.
Come to think of it, I didn't really read my skills properly yesterday either. I was in a hurry, worried, distracted. I wonder what I got? Probably better not to think about it, but to just look at it right away.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My chest rose and fell, the air came out slowly, calming my nerves. Then I began to think about my status and the blue screen that stood before me.
Dzing.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw yesterday's blue screen. It appeared smoothly, without flashes, just materialized before my eyes, as if it had always been there. It was much easier than I had imagined. Well then, let's take a look at my status.
Here is the translation of your character's status window:
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Name: Tsukuyomi Raiden
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 172.6 cm
Weight: 61 kg
Age: 17
Level: 1
Class Type: Assassin
Weapon: Katana – +F
(A wooden training katana with no magical properties, but with a smooth, even blade. Light, fast, ideal for chain attacks, but requires good technique and endurance to avoid losing control during long combos.)
Skills:
Fangs – unleash several chain strikes that fly directly toward the target like a wave of blades.
Attack range – 25 meters.
Warning: After each subsequent attack, the katana becomes heavier, and attack speed decreases significantly!
Equipment: Ordinary Clothes – F
Simple everyday clothing without any bonuses, effects, or protection. Just basic fabric, comfortable for movement.
Traits:
· Seriousness – +D
(Takes matters very seriously, especially when it comes to life/death situations. In battle, he is focused and cold, almost frighteningly so.)
· Calmness – D
(Maintains composure even in chaos, but under strong emotional pressure, he can "boil over" inside.)
· Honesty – +D
(Tells the truth even when it's better to stay silent. Doesn't lie to friends, doesn't hide weaknesses, but because of this, sometimes comes across as too harsh.)
Are you kidding me...? A wooden katana...? So everyone else gets normal weapons, and I get an ordinary wooden katana!? Where's the balance in this system!?... Well, whatever, no one's going to answer my question. Better not to dwell on one thing and move on to another, like the skill. Otherwise, I'll waste my nerves for nothing.
Hmm, I think it's pretty decent for a start. But just how strong is my skill? Can it cut through metal, for example? I think I'll need to test that. But I think the result will be obvious. A wooden katana, after all. Hopefully, I can at least cut down a tree. It would seem logical that with a wooden katana and a skill, you could cut one down. But I need to be careful with this skill's drawback. "After each subsequent attack, your katana becomes heavier, and your attack speed decreases significantly!" – that's pretty bad. With my body and physical fitness, it's not enough.
I wonder, does the class type give anything besides the name? I hope so, because the word "Assassin" alone doesn't inspire confidence. Only anxiety. I'll hope that because of this, the whole city won't hate me. And if that happens, I don't know what I'll do next! Though I'm not some character who'd walk around town shouting at everyone that I'm an assassin... right?
— Kichiro (sneaking up from behind, with admiration): Whoa, an assassin, huh!
I flinched from the surprise, and my heart skipped a beat. So here I am, nervous and trying to calm myself down, and this amoeba scares me from behind every time. How did I even end up being friends with you?
By the way, don't ask "Why is he admiring it?" – he's just played too many games as an assassin.
— Kichiro (sadly, theatrically): Eh, too bad I didn't get this class :[
— Tsukuyomi (turning to him): And what's your class type? – I decided to ask. Since he found out about my class, why shouldn't I find out about his?
— Kichiro (with a sly smile): Guess! – You're about to get hit in the face, not "guess." Every time. If I'm serious, it doesn't mean I'm super smart, smartass!
It was enough for me to look at him sternly and seriously for him to tell me his class type. I don't know, but it always worked. Maybe it's because of my eyes? Or maybe it's just because I'm his friend.
— Kichiro (raising his hands): Okay, okay, I'll tell you. But please stop staring at me like that! – And who do you think gave me a reason to do that? – My class type is MAGE!!! – …Whoa, congratulations. Not surprised. Getting a mage class in a world with magic. Cool.
— Kichiro (indignantly): Hey, what's with that face!? You could at least pretend to be happy for me! – Dream on. Besides, considering your personality and jokes, definitely not.
— Tadashi (approaching): Am I interrupting? – Tadashi-kun decided to join the conversation after all. It was clear he didn't like being the third wheel. – Aren't you interested in what my class type is? Well, if you ask nicely, I might just tell you!
— Kichiro (crossing his arms, with a slight smirk): He's a fighter. – You two just love interfering with each other.
— Tadashi (indignantly): Hey, why did you tell him!
— Tsukuyomi (wearily): I think you'd better shut up if you don't want another lecture from the knight.
As soon as I mentioned the knight's lecture, both of them froze for a few seconds and instantly stood at attention in a formation that didn't exist. Idiots.
— Xerxes Walter (loudly, cutting through the noise): Now, approach my assistants one by one and show them your class types. Please, no unnecessary tricks or antics. – Oh, I can't promise that. Once, a teacher told us that if we stayed quieter than grass and lower than water, we wouldn't have to write anything and could just sit. And as you've already guessed, they didn't hear that. And then they complained about why they were being scolded. So, why did I bring up that incident to myself? Better not get distracted.
Four assistants approached Xerxes Walter. They were dressed like the butler from the castle and looked identical. Of course, they were all handsome. What's wrong with this world? I wouldn't be surprised if even children looked the same from birth. As if they all give their kids plastic surgery. God of this world, if you can hear me, couldn't you make this world more realistic? Because it looks like every living creature is your favorite.
God, there I go again. Okay, better not get distracted and do as I'm told. I wouldn't want to listen to lectures from Knight Xerxes Walter either.
I looked at the rest of my classmates, who were approaching the butlers one by one. They told them their classes, and the butlers in turn recorded that along with their names. The line was quickly reaching us.
— Kichiro (proudly): Well then, it's my turn!
He stepped toward one of the assistants. Behind him came Tadashi-kun and me. Nothing special happened, like it usually does in some anime. They weren't even surprised that I had the assassin class. It seems it's perfectly normal for a person to have this class type. I guess I was worried for nothing. I always do that. Make a mountain out of a molehill.
After everyone had stated their class type and name, all the assistants approached Xerxes Walter. I couldn't hear what they were saying. Not only because they were talking quietly, but also because those two, Kichiro-kun and Tadashi-kun, wouldn't shut up. Though I didn't really want to eavesdrop on what they were discussing anyway. It's probably about the training or who will study where. There must be a separate school, camp, or whatever for each class here.
— Kichiro (looking at me): See. He's lost in thought again. Sometimes I don't understand him.
— Tadashi (chuckling): Yeah. Who was I just telling about what I'm going to do?
— Kichiro (indignantly): Look for a job? Seriously? We're here to defeat the main villain, in case you forgot!
— Tadashi (with a slight smirk): And who was just telling me about creating his own harem!? How will they help fight the villain!? – Please, shut up for at least a minute. Am I asking too much?
— Tsukuyomi (wearily): Could you both please shut up? My head is splitting because of you.
— Kichiro (cheerfully): He finally noticed us! Then we're on the right track!
— Tadashi (nodding): Exactly! This is way better than talking to a wall. – That one hurt. T_T
— Kichiro (laughing): See, you'll never find a boyfriend like this, Mom. This is your chance to find a partner in this world! >:] – Now that sounded gay. What's wrong with you guys? Where did you even crawl out from, tell me.
— Xerxes Walter (loudly, cutting through the noise): I have finished my discussion with my assistants! Those whose names I call, step forward! – Thank god! Those two finally shut up!
Xerxes Walter looked at the sheet of paper that he and his assistants had been filling out, occasionally discussing something. I wonder what my training will be like. Though, this is probably about our classes. Hopefully, I won't end up in a group with Tsuyoshi or any of his gang.
— Xerxes Walter (announcing): Masanori Ryota and Tsukuyomi Raiden! I won't repeat myself!
I felt a bit uneasy after that. I clearly remember that Masanori-kun had the tank and support class. And as I know from games, tanks are pretty hefty characters with a lot of health. I won't survive the training! I wish I could at least do fifty push-ups without getting tired!
Masanori-kun, surprisingly, stepped out of the crowd and stood before the knight. Even though I didn't want to step out, I had to. As the knight himself said, he wouldn't repeat himself. I also took a few steps forward, standing in line with Masanori-kun. To say I wasn't nervous would be an understatement. There was a slight smile on Masanori-kun's face. He was interested in what would happen next. He stood calmly. Unlike me. Sometimes his optimism scares me.
— Xerxes Walter (calmly): So. I'll explain everything to you now. – And how exactly?
— Xerxes Walter (continuing): You know the weapon shown in your status characteristics, right? So, imagine that weapon in your hands. Feel the mana in your body and redirect it to your hand, and try to recreate that same weapon.
…I think you've got something mixed up. Don't people usually learn to feel the mana in their body and direct it properly first? No? We haven't even properly worked with mana yet! So at this moment, we forget about clichés and standard training, do we?
— Masanori (smiling): Good luck to you, Raiden-san!
He concentrated, and a hammer and shield appeared in his hand. Except they were made of wood… It doesn't seem to bother you at all that we're supposed to fight, does it? And how did you manage to do it on the first try? Thank goodness his weapon is also made of wood.
In response, I also assumed a stance and concentrated, closing my eyes. I started thinking about the katana. About its speed, its cut, and its sharpness. Then, piece by piece, the katana began to appear in my hand. When I opened my eyes, I saw a wooden katana in my hand. And a sheath for my katana appeared on my belt. I was surprised at first. I didn't think summoning a weapon would be so simple.
— Xerxes Walter (calmly): Now, get on the ring. – Hey, hey, hey, aren't we rushing the plot!?
Masanori-kun and I had to go to the ring. I don't particularly like where this is going. But feeling that knight's gaze on me made me uneasy, and my body moved on its own. And Masanori-kun didn't show any sign of hesitation and obediently walked to the ring. You're an amazing person...
As soon as we both were in the ring, I looked at a sort of crowd on one side. All my classmates were watching us with anticipation. It seems they're waiting for a battle between us. Except...
— Xerxes Walter (loudly): Begin! – Except I still don't want to!!!
Before I could react, Masanori-kun had already lunged forward. His wooden hammer flew above his head, his shield in his left hand covering his body. He moved surprisingly fast for a "tank." His legs pushed off the ground, his body leaned forward, the hammer came down in an arc, aiming for my shoulder. The air whistled. I instinctively jumped left, and the hammer slammed into the ground right where I had been standing, raising a cloud of dust and small stones. The impact was so strong that the ground shook under my feet. Are you sure your weapon is made of wood!?
This guy is crazy! What happened to our babysitter!? And why is everyone laughing!?
I landed on one knee, the katana in my hands trembling not from fear, but from adrenaline. My heart was pounding in my throat, my breathing was ragged. The classmates around laughed. Someone whistled, someone shouted "Go, Ryota-san!" – I bet someone was already placing bets. I glanced at the crowd and saw Kichiro-kun and Tadashi-kun standing aside, tense but silent. Thanks for that, at least!
Masanori-kun didn't give me a break. He spun around, and his shield shot forward like a battering ram, the hammer rising again. I rolled aside too slowly. The shield grazed my shoulder. Even though it was wooden, it was heavy. There was almost no pain, just a strong jolt that almost made me lose my balance. I gritted my teeth, rolled, and jumped to my feet. A counterattack. I need to counterattack. Now or never.
I gripped the hilt tightly with both hands. Masanori-kun was already coming at me again, swinging his hammer and winding up for a vertical strike. My heart sank into my heels. At the last moment, I activated the skill by accident. Just out of panic, out of a desire to defend myself.
"Fangs." The katana in my hands suddenly glowed brightly blue, almost electric. Thin cracks of light ran along the blade, as if lightning had ignited inside the wood. I swung sharply, with my whole body, putting all my strength into it. A blue wave of energy burst from the katana – narrow, sharp, like a blade. It flew forward with terrifying speed, cutting through the air with a high-pitched whistle. I thought I would hit him and win the battle, but you know what?... I missed...
The wave passed centimeters from Masanori-kun. He managed to dodge at the last moment. The blue flash went to the side, crashed into the ground behind him, and then – an explosion of dust, a crack, a small crater. Now I know for sure I can cut down a tree... probably...
And I... I felt my hands suddenly become heavy. The katana, wooden and light a second ago, now seemed filled with lead. My wrists ached, the muscles in my forearms trembled from the strain. My fingers barely held the hilt. There was a sting in my chest – not painful, but unpleasant, as if my lungs were compressed. My breathing became heavy, labored. My legs gave way, and I barely stood. There it is... the skill's drawback. After just one attack. And it was accidental...
I lay on the ground, breathing heavily, my arms trembling, a dull pain pulsing in my shoulders and wrists. Not a wound, but just severe overexertion after using the skill. The katana lay to the side, like an ordinary wooden stick. The crowd was silent, and someone whistled, someone laughed quietly. I'd like to see you in my place!
— Masanori (quietly, extending his hand): Are you okay, Raiden-san? I didn't mean to go so hard... – Oh, really?
I slowly raised my hand and grabbed his palm. He easily pulled me to my feet. I brushed the dust off my clothes – my hands were still shaking, my fingers disobedient.
— Tsukuyomi (quietly, in a trembling voice): I-I give up. You win, Masanori-kun.
He smiled a kind, slightly guilty smile and dismissed his hammer and shield. They simply dissolved into the air, as if they had never been there. Just like my weapon, which had been lying on the ground a second ago. I looked at my empty hands and thought only one thing: This is just the first training session... And I can barely stand.
And so it continued all day. Training, sparring, training, sparring. No rest. Except for the time they gave us to eat and satisfy our hunger. And thank you for that. But don't you have any variety? No? An entire day dedicated only to training? Seriously?...
God who created this world and summoned us — please, if you can hear me, I'll tell you just one thing. Your imagination is simply zero. Forgive this mortal. But I hope you accept the fact.
"Evening"
The sun began to slowly set. A cool wind passed through outside. Light, but already with an autumnal taste, it stirred the grass on the training ground and carried the smell of dust and sweat. But that wasn't enough to refresh us even a little.
All of us, my classmates and I, were either sitting or lying right on the ground. Some on their backs, some on their sides, some simply leaning against the nearest post. We didn't even have the strength to get up. Our arms trembled, our legs were numb, our backs ached from endless push-ups, squats, and strikes against wooden dummies. But we did learn to properly use skills and the system. Still, it was hellishly painful. Especially for those who had attack skills. After using them, their bodies ached and burned inside, muscles cramped, chests stung, breathing became ragged. And considering my "Fangs" skill and its drawback, sometimes I even felt nauseous after each activation – my arms filled with lead, my wrists ached as if they'd been twisted in a vise for a long time. But still, we made it and survived until this day. Finally!
But I don't think it's time to celebrate. After all, today all we did was practice, train to control mana, and repeatedly summon and dismiss the status system. And considering we're all still level one, I bet that tomorrow we'll officially go hunting and level up.
After a minute, or as they call it here, a "Tirnom," Xerxes Walter addressed us all again. He and his assistants began sorting us all by status. Mages with mages, tanks with tanks. In the end, we had: 3 tanks, 3 fighters, 5 supports, 4 archers, 2 mages, 3 assassins. If I counted correctly, that is – I kept losing concentration sometimes.
Anyway, some turned out to have two badges, like Masanori-kun. But the main thing that reassures me is that I'm not the only assassin in this wannabe-team. Phew, I was starting to imagine that I was the main character! Heh-heh... heee... hmm, yeah.
After we were sorted and registered, we were all sent to our rooms. Honestly, I thought that after you get isekai'd, at least something interesting would happen, not just this – ordinary training without leveling up.
Everyone left the training ground. There was no point in training without a single source of experience. Besides, everyone was very tired. Especially the girls. Because our training was the same for everyone. No discrimination or going easy. That, of course, didn't go without complaints from them. But what can you do if half of them aren't supports, but rather fighters, tanks, archers, and mages? If they want to return to their world, they'll have to work hard.
I was returning to our rooms with my friends. We could barely walk, holding onto each other. Kichiro-kun leaned on my shoulder, Tadashi-kun on Kichiro-kun. From the outside, it looked like we were drunk, but no, fortunately. Sometimes I heard laughter from Kichiro-kun. Quiet, but strange, almost satisfied, and I could say a little disgusting. But I didn't want to ask yet what was making him laugh so much. My legs hurt too much from the training. Of course, not just my legs – also my arms, my head was spinning, well, you get the idea.
But despite all the pain in my body, I still wondered why Kichiro-kun was laughing and grinning... is he a masochist?
Brrr! What terrible thoughts about my friend!?... Although, if my memory serves me right, when Tadashi-kun and I hit him, choked him for his antics, all he did was continue – and continues – to make mistakes so that we would beat him up. But he himself understands what it will lead to. Could it be that...
I turned my head toward Kichiro-kun, who was already walking to our room with that same smile. He didn't even notice that I was looking at him, even though he usually notices my gaze from the end of my district. But I thought and figured that it might just be because he's physically and mentally exhausted from the training. I decided not to bother him today. Let him live a little longer.
"In Room Number 1"
— Tadashi: Hey, Kichiro-kun, why were you smiling during training? What, are you a masochist? Eww! – he said with a grimace of disgust, eyebrows furrowed, lips twisted as if he'd just tasted a lemon.
I think you might have the skill to read minds, not Kichiro-kun. This coincidence is too suspicious – it even gave me goosebumps.
— Kichiro: Hey-hey-hey! Watch your tongue, you gnome! I, for one, noticed something very useful, unlike you two idiots! Jealous? Curious, aren't you? – he reacted sharply, eyes blazing with excitement, fists clenched, and his voice rising with enthusiasm, as if he were about to burst from his own coolness.
Not interested at all now, buddy, thanks to your answer. Irritation washed over me like a wave. Why tease like that?
Kichiro, like a true actor/clown, struck his signature pose. One hand on his head, as if holding a headpiece, fingers theatrically splayed; the other hand out to the side, palm open, as if inviting everyone to a show; legs crossed, slightly bent forward, back arched for dramatic effect. But the most infuriating part was his signature smile. Wide, with squinted eyes and raised corners of his mouth, like a cat who knows a secret. I'd recognize that pose anywhere. It always gets on my nerves – my teeth grind from irritation.
I just crossed my arms tightly over my chest, feeling my muscles tense, and waited for Tadashi-kun to join this game. But he stood next to me, still waiting for an answer to his question, shoulders slightly tense, gaze impatient. Within a minute, he quickly turned his head toward me, looking at me with a calm expression. Even though it was calm, his action made me flinch – my heart skipped a beat, goosebumps ran down my spine, a little scared by his sudden movement. I don't like such sharp movements, honestly; they always make me jump, like sudden thunder.
Tadashi-kun turned and, in a few steps, ended up behind me. Quietly but confidently, stepping softly on the carpet. With one hand, he pointed at Kichiro-kun – who, by the way, was still standing in that pose – finger extended accusingly; with the other, he placed it on my back, palm warm, pressure light but insistent. After this action, I already understood what he wanted to do… why was I saddled with these two idiots? Why is it always like this? Irritation gave way to slight despair.
— Tadashi: Mom! Tell Kichiro-kun to tell us why he was laughing and smiling all the time! And also ask if he's a masochist, just in case! Please! – he asked with such a tone – pitiful, almost childish – and such a face. His eyes seemed to become huge, lips pursed, like an offended puppy.
How can you refuse when he asks you with that tone and face? Something warm stirred inside, despite the irritation.
I took a deep, tired sigh, my shoulders drooped, and I lowered both arms. I rubbed my eyes a little – eyelids heavy with fatigue – and looked again at my wannabe-son's pose, feeling a slight surge of anger. I told him to answer Tadashi-kun's questions. But honestly, I was a bit curious about it now too. Curiosity pricked inside like a needle.
— Tsukuyomi: Kichiro-kun, answer Tadashi-kun's questions, please. Don't make me repeat myself.
Kichiro-kun opened his eyes slightly, looking at us with mild surprise. Then he stood up straight, slowly unfolding like a spring. But something was off with his face – his expression looked offended.
— Kichiro: Hey! Why is Mom on your side, Tadashi-kun? That's not fair! – he exclaimed, stomping his foot, face red with indignation.
— Tadashi: All's fair in battle! – he replied with a triumphant smirk, eyes gleaming with victory.
— Kichiro: You little… Haa, fine! But only because Mom said so! Got that, you brat!?
Wow, the title of "Mom" isn't so bad, as it turns out. Main thing is not to get too into this role. And who knows what they might pull after this. I remember a time when these two broke something belonging to some adult, and he yelled at them to bring their guardians. So, they called me instead of them. Those brainless creatures. But the weirdest part was that instead of being angry at them, that adult started yelling at me, and I had to apologize to him for them. No way, I'm not stepping on that rake again.
Without noticing it myself, I frowned – my brows drew together, my gaze became heavy – which, of course, didn't go unnoticed. Kichiro-kun hiccupped sharply from my look, nervously, thinking I was displeased with him, which was partly true.
— Kichiro: Okay, okay, Mom, calm down. I'll explain today's joke now. – he said, standing up straight and coughing to the side a little, as if about to sing for us. – So, when that knight with the sleep-inducing skills divided us all by status, Tsuyoshi was in the support row! Get it now? In the real world, he was all tough and strong, and now he's just a regular medic with a support status! That's hilarious!! Ha-ha-ha!!
He laughed, unable to contain himself, even falling to the ground, starting to pound his fist on the floor loudly, hysterically, tears welling up in his eyes from laughter. At the same time, Tadashi-kun and I looked at him with an expression like we were watching a monkey throwing a tantrum – with slight irritation and bewilderment.
— Tadashi: Nah, I'm going to sleep. I don't want to watch this… whatever it is. – after saying that, he started undressing and lay down on the bed.
I decided to calm Kichiro-kun down; I didn't need to listen to complaints from the neighbors. That's the last thing I needed – my head was starting to hurt from the noise.
— Tsukuyomi: My god, my body hurts, and now there's you too. I hope tomorrow we'll finally start killing monsters and leveling up.
— Tadashi: I hope so too. And I hope even more that there'll be some physical body leveling there.
— Kichiro: Heh-heh… heh… Sounds like someone wants to find a girlfriend? – finally calming down, he sat on the floor properly, looking at Tadashi-kun with a half-smile.
— Tadashi: That's none of your business!
— Kichiro: Oh, come on, is it really like that?
— Tadashi: Ah, you didn't get enough today? – after which he got out of bed, grabbing a pillow. At moments like this, your body doesn't hurt, huh?
— Tsukuyomi: That's enough! Everyone, into your beds and sleep! My head is splitting as it is. – I ordered them both to go to sleep, feeling irritation wash over me in waves. But in moments like this, the power of "Mom" doesn't do much. In the end, they started fighting each other with pillows, jumping and running all over the room, laughing and shouting, making the walls shake. I decided I wouldn't participate in their battles. But they wouldn't let me sleep because of the noise anyway, so I just walked over to the window and started observing the world. Watching how the sun slowly but surely retreated, and in its place, the moon rose. Little by little, the first lights began to appear throughout the city. I had a rough idea of what would be there. Adventurers, thieves, blacksmiths, shops, and other things, like in the usual isekai anime I've watched, or other anime with similar formats. But that didn't stop me from being interested. After all, these are just guesses. Who knows, maybe the god of this world isn't that predictable? Heh, well, anyway, tomorrow we'll find out…
To be continued…
#&+#5+/:… Finally, they'll step out into the new world!.. Hey, why are we standing here reading? That's it, let our "Heroes" rest, otherwise the training has completely exhausted them. Bye-bye!
