Chapter One: A Royal Summons
“Huh?”
I’d gone to the library to do a bit of reading.
My name is Naofumi Iwatani, and I’m a sophomore in college. I’m
also aware that I am more of a nerd than the rest of my classmates. Ever
since I first became interested in video games and anime and other Otaku
past-times, I’ve given them more of my time than I give my actual studies.
My parents know this about me, and so they gave up on me early on.
Instead they sent my brother to a famous prep-school in an effort to
“secure his future.” But the pressure was too much for him. He got worn
out with all the studying and turned into a troubled teen, dying his hair and
yelling obscenities around the house. For a little while, the whole family
was miserable.
But then a savior appeared to save the day: me!
He was always scowling and mouthing off to everyone, but I had an
ingenious plan up my sleeve: I suggested he try playing a game, a popular
one. It was a dating simulator, the kind where you get to go on dates with
cute girls.
“What the hell?”
“Just try it! You don’t have to commit to liking it.”
I said that because I knew the real reason he had turned into such a
punk.
When we were growing up, our parents had always given me
whatever I asked for—but he had never received the same treatment. He
wanted the freedom that I’d always had. I’m a specialist when it comes to
having fun though, so he was interested in the game I suggested, if only
because he knew I was an authority on fun. He told me this himself, later
on down the line.
I’ll just skip right to the end: there’s one more Otaku in the world
now.
If you walked into his room now, you’d see posters and figurines
from the very same game I introduced him to. Not only that, but he also
rededicated himself to his studies, got into a great school, and is apparently
at the top of his class.
My parents were so happy about my intervention that they spoiled me
even more as a result, so I am currently leading a very free life as a college
student.
Ok, so that was a bit of a digression. I had gone to the library to do a
bit of reading.
My parents give me an allowance of 10,000 yen every month. The
naughty games and magazines, light novels and manga that my friends and
I go through eat up that allowance pretty quickly. I have a part time job
that brings in about 50,000 yen a month, which is great, but the various
festivals I take part in during the summer and winter months use all that
money as well.
My brother is not the sort of person to go out of his way to participate
in a festival, but my parents rent a room for us near the festival grounds to
encourage his participation. Well whatever, they have their own lives to
live so they can’t give me all that much money. They try to help cover
tuition and rent, so that’s plenty. So whenever I need to save money, when
I don’t have all that much, I go to used bookstores or to the library to read.
If I have free time, I like to play games online, but if you really want to be
good at them there’s no end to how much time you could sink into a
character.
Besides, I consider myself a jack-of-all-trades, and I’m not really the
type to invest all my time in one particular thing. That, and even when I do
get into a game, I don’t really care about leveling up my character. I just
end up obsessed with gathering money in the virtual world. Even as I’m
writing these words, I have characters and rare items that I collected up for
sale.
Thanks to those sales, I somehow managed to secure free time for
myself in the real world.
Ok then, so I was there in the library when all this craziness started.
I was looking over an old bookshelf in the corner that was dedicated
to fantasy novels. I think that fantasy has a history at least as long as
recorded human history. I mean, if you really think about it, even the Bible
is a type of fantasy novel.
The Records of the Four Holy Weapons?
This really old-looking book just fell off the shelf. The title was pretty
hard to make out, and I guess whoever had been reading it last hadn’t
taken the time to put it back securely. Whatever. Figuring it was probably
destiny, I brought it back to the table, sat down, and opened it.
Flip… Flip…
It was the kind of book that starts off by telling you about the fantasy
world itself. To sum it up, it seemed to be about a different world, one with
an apocalyptic prophecy to worry about. The prophecy said that many
waves of great destruction would wash over the world until nothing was
left. To stave off disaster and escape destruction, the people would call for
heroes from another world to come and save them. Or something like that,
anyway.
Hmm, well the idea seems pretty cliché now, but something about the
book being that old felt, ironically, fresh.
So the four heroes each possessed a weapon.
Sword, spear, bow, and shield.
I started to wince at the content. I mean, when you think about it, a
shield is not even a weapon at all. Anyway, I started to skim ahead.
The four of them went on a journey to train, gather strength, perfect
themselves, and stop the prophesied destruction of the world.
My head jerked. I’d nearly fallen asleep in my seat. It was all too
much, I was yawning. And the book was so old-fashioned. I mean, there
were no cute heroines at all. The only girl was the princess, and she was
horrible because she was manipulative and obsessed with the heroes. She
kept casting flirtatious glances at all of them, pitting them against each
other. I wished she would just pick one of them to focus on.
The Sword Hero was active and powerful; the Spear Hero valued and
protected his friends, and the Bow Hero would never tolerate injustice. All
the heroes were good people with great personalities. There aren’t many
stories like that these days. You know the kind where all the characters
share the protagonist spotlight?
What’s this? The story was shifting to talk about the Shield Hero.
“Huh?”
I turned the page and let out an involuntary yelp. All the pages after
the introduction of the Shield Hero were blank. I kept flipping, kept
looking them over, but they were all blank, white pages. There was
nothing else in the book.
“What the heck?”
I was thinking over how strange it all was when I started to feel dizzy.
“Huh? What’s…” I heard my own bewildered whisper and felt my
consciousness slipping away… I’d never dreamed that I’d be transported
to another world.