Chapter 1 Hero Summoning, but I Was the Only One with a Crafter Class
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It seems I’ve been caught up in the impossible – whisked away to another world.
One moment, I was leaving the school building to head home like any other day. The next, a massive magic circle¹ erupted beneath my feet, and I was gone. I wasn’t the only one; three seniors who happened to be nearby were sucked in with me. Since we were in different grades, I didn’t even know them – just one guy and two girls.
We materialized in a stone chamber that looked like a carbon copy of a castle from a fantasy RPG. The room was a crude construction of stacked, unrefined stone blocks, though someone had tried to class it up with a gaudy red and gold carpet. The gold trimmings were clearly meant to scream “luxury,” but against those lumpy, exposed walls, the whole place just looked cheap. Even the furniture looked like it had been hacked together by an amateur.
It was a cavernous space, yet it felt hollow and desolate.
In the center of the room, right under our feet, was a giant magic circle etched into a material resembling aged parchment. This wasn’t an audience chamber; there was no king, no princess, and certainly no throne. Instead, we were surrounded by dozens of exhausted-looking mages in robes and a dozen armored soldiers clutching spears.
While we stood there, paralyzed by shock, a man who appeared to be the captain of the guard stepped forward. He wore a sneer that made my skin crawl.
”O summoned ones! Rejoice!” he bellowed. “You have been chosen as the heroes to save our kingdom from ruin! You should be grateful!”
Strangely, I understood every word. The fact that I could comprehend a foreign tongue only hammered home the reality I wanted to deny. This was it – a Hero Summoning².
”Now, we shall perform the Appraisal³,” the captain commanded. “Kneel where you stand and wait.”
An appraiser was assigned to each of us, calling out our skill names one by one. After being assigned “Classes” – the kind you only find in games – they demanded we show them our power. We had just been kidnapped, and they were already demanding a talent show.
I was definitely the one who had just been “caught up” in the mess.
The proof was simple: the three seniors summoned with me all had the classic powerhouses – Hero, Saint, and Sage. My class? Crafter⁴. A non-combat role if I ever saw one.
Naturally, they started with me. The captain stood before me, his expression tight with an accusatory glare.
”Kisaragi Ibuki. If you possess any strength at all, I permit you to demonstrate it,” the captain said.
Looking at him, my irritation finally eclipsed my fear. These people were kidnappers, plain and simple. Why was this guy looking at us like we were the ones at fault? We hadn’t even received an explanation yet. We were just standing there, forced to listen to their demands.
I knew that if I resisted now, they’d just crush me with force. I kept my thoughts hidden and gave him a dry response.
”You say that, but I don’t even know how to use it,” I replied. My cheek twitched with suppressed anger. ‘I’m never going home, am I?’
I felt a scoff building in my throat, so I averted my eyes before I could let it out. I wanted to tell them to go to hell, but I forced myself to stay calm. My lack of enthusiasm didn’t sit well with him.
”Watch your tongue, boy!” the captain barked. “You simply chant the skill name and release your mana! It isn’t difficult!”
The guy was insufferable. ‘Try showing a shred of decency before you start demanding respect,’ I thought. Why should I bow to someone like him?
Despite the urge to argue, I muttered the word: “Crafter.”
The moment I spoke, I felt something being drained from me – even without trying to “release mana” – and a window appeared, looking exactly like a menu from a crafting game. It had several tabs, currently defaulted to the Inventory⁵ screen. My eyes instinctively searched for a “Logout” button, but there was nothing.
”O-Oh! Look at that magic!” the mages in robes shouted. They seemed to perk up at the sight. At least it didn’t look like they had sacrificed their lives to pull off the ritual.
The seniors and I stared at the floating board. I had no idea what to do with it. ‘Do I just tap it?’ I reached out, and while it looked like a hologram, there was a clear tactile sensation when I touched the interface.
Nothing happened. Of course not – I was tapping an empty inventory slot.
”Nothing’s happening,” I said, tilting my head. “What now?”
I truly didn’t know what this class was capable of, but if it was actually useful, I wasn’t about to show these thugs. I decided to play dumb for as long as possible to gather information.
”It looks like a game menu,” the Hero-senpai interjected. “Maybe try switching the tabs?”
’Seriously?’ I thought. ‘Mind your own business.’ He was the Hero; he could go off and start his harem party with the Saint and the Sage. I just wanted to be left out of it.
”Uh, maybe this one?” I said, feigning cooperation to avoid looking like a rebel.
I switched tabs to a section labeled Recipes⁶. It was completely blank. I was, for all intents and purposes, useless.
”It seems I can’t do anything yet,” I said. “There’s nothing here. It’s a creation-based class, and since I can’t even make weapons, I doubt I’ll be of any use to you.”
The captain clicked his tongue sharply. The irritation on his face was clear, but his interest immediately shifted to the others.
Unfortunately for the kingdom, the seniors couldn’t do anything either. They didn’t meet the captain’s expectations, and he made no effort to hide his disgust. He grumbled about summoning “useless small fry” and how he was supposed to report this disaster.
Eventually, he lost his patience and ordered his men to throw us in the cells.
We were hauled off to a basement dungeon. It was a filthy, damp hole that looked like something out of a dark fantasy novel. The weight of the situation almost crushed me, but I forced myself to analyze our surroundings.
Since they’d deemed us worthless, there was only one guard posted at the exit to the surface. There were likely more upstairs, but they didn’t seem interested in eavesdropping on us. This was a lucky break; it meant I could talk to the others in relative private.
It was becoming clear that this kingdom was even more incompetent than I’d feared. They knew we had unknown abilities, yet they left us with such pathetic security. It was a boneheaded move.
”I can’t take this,” the Saint-senpai sobbed, finally breaking down.
”Don’t cry,” the Sage-senpai whispered, though she was crying just as hard. The Hero-senpai just sat there, his face a mask of despair.
”Hey, senior… you have a second?” I asked, calling out to the Hero through the bars.
”What is it…” he replied. He looked like he wanted to curl up and disappear.
’We don’t have time for this,’ I thought. ‘Our lives are on the line! This is the part where you brainstorm a way out!’ I realized then that I probably shouldn’t rely on this guy.
”Look, could you stop trying to explain my skills to those people?” I said, skipping the comfort. “I’m trying to figure out how to handle this, and I need you to stay out of it.”
Just because we were in a cell didn’t mean it was game over. But we’d been kidnapped by people who clearly didn’t value us. If I didn’t play this perfectly, we were dead. The Hero-senpai hadn’t thought a single step ahead.
”What…? I wasn’t trying to ‘expose’ you,” he stammered. “I just thought you were confused…”
”I know you didn’t mean any harm,” I said. “But back home, what they did is a crime. Here, it might not be. We can’t just hand them all the information they want. So, from now on, if they ask about me, just keep your mouth shut.”
He looked at me with a skeptical frown. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
He probably felt safe because of his title.
”Yeah,” I replied. “My skill could lead to some dark places if they realize what it can do. I’ll handle it myself. My life, my responsibility.”
If being a “Hero” actually meant something to these people, I would have hidden behind him in a heartbeat. But given the way we were being treated – and how little this guy understood about survival – getting involved with him felt like a death sentence.
”No, but… we should cooperate,” the Hero-senpai said, his voice cracking. “We’re the only ones who understand each other, right?”
He looked like he was about to burst into tears. He seemed like a genuinely good person, not someone who’d let the “Hero” title go to his head. That was the problem. My gut was telling me not to tie my boat to his until I was on solid ground.
Look, I’m just a Crafter⁷. It’s not like they’ll just toss me aside because I’m helping out, so it’ll probably be fine.
”You two go ahead with them,” I said. “My path diverges here anyway. I’ll likely end up rotting in a cell, banished under a watch, or executed to make sure a dead man tells no tales. They aren’t going to keep a useless person around forever, after all.”
Right. If I don’t maneuver myself into a position where I’m seen as “harmless and not worth the effort of killing,” I’m in hot water.
”Th-that’s…! Execution?!” the Hero exclaimed.
”You’ll be fine, Senpai,” I replied. “They wouldn’t discard a Hero just because you were weaker than expected.”
”N-no! That’s not it… even you…”
Ugh. It’s hard to play my cards when he’s actually worrying about me. Normally, I’d want to be friends with someone like that, but my life is on the line here.
”It’s the truth, though,” I said after a pause. “Believe it or not, we’ve already been kidnapped to a place we can’t return from on our own. To us, this is a total lawless zone. We’re caged, and escape looks impossible. There’s no point in crying about it now, is there? Let’s just play the hands we’ve been dealt and look out for ourselves.”
I understood how he felt. He was so mentally shaken that switching gears was a monumental task. But if I stopped thinking now and let my standing drop further, the Hero might survive, but I’d be the one headed for the block.
”W-what do you think I should do?” he asked. “This happened so fast, my brain can’t keep up. If you have a plan that makes sense, I’ll help, okay?”
I keep telling him, I have zero info. We were told we were chosen as heroes to save the country, and that was it. Then they just flew into a rage because we were an anticlimax. Unless the other side clearly states why they called us here, there’s no move to make.
Actually, for the Senpai-tachi, the problem started with their mindset long before that. I might as well share my perspective. At least he isn’t acting hostile.
”In a situation like this, we’re never going to have the initiative,” I explained. “The best we can do is secure a decent position. Isn’t it better to move in a way that shows just enough utility to stay alive, while angling for the spot you actually want?”
Exactly. Whether my ideal spot is in the castle, the country, or beyond its borders-we don’t know enough to decide yet. Though, the “inside the castle” option is pretty much dead in the water.
Just as we finished talking, the door where the guard stood was slammed open.
”W-what is the meaning of this?!” the guard cried.
”What is the meaning? What the hell were you thinking, throwing a Hero into a dungeon?!” a voice roared.
The guard was shoved aside. A soldier leveled a sword at him, and the guard raised his hands, begging for his life. “No, I was just following orders!”
”Enough! Give me the keys, now!”
”Y-yes! At once!!”
The soldiers took the keys and marched toward us. Before opening the cell, the leader bowed deeply.
”A miscreant has shown you extreme disrespect. I offer my profound apologies!”
As the leader bowed, the others unlocked the cell and removed our restraints.
”We will escort you to the castle. Please, follow us,” he said.
We met his words with silence. The Senpai-tachi were hesitating even to leave the cell, terrified of what came next.
”Senpai, staying here won’t change anything,” I muttered. “Let’s just go for now.”
I figured I’d let our feelings be known, so I gave the soldiers a bitter, incredulous look as I spoke.
”Y-yeah. Kubo-san, Sato-san, let’s go,” the Hero said. He stood up and helped the two sobbing girls.
”Heroes-sama, please put your minds at ease,” the soldier said. “Now that I am here, I will not allow such rogues to come near you again.”
”T-thank you,” the Hero replied curtly, his face tight. After a heavy silence, the procession began.
We re-entered the castle, walking down a long corridor that led to the audience chamber. Apparently, they weren’t interested in a private apology. I figured a King in a country like this wouldn’t lower himself in public, but I was wrong.
At the end of the red carpet, a table had been set out. Upon it sat three severed heads: the captain who had been so overbearingly intimidating, and the two lackeys who stood beside him.
”Eek…!” the Saint started crying again. The other two froze, their faces turning ashen.
”Please, proceed,” the soldiers urged, completely indifferent to our shock.
Yeah. Just as I thought. This is a primitive, barbaric country. But the fact that they felt enough of a “blunder” to do this is good news. If they had just relied on brute force from the start, we’d be finished.
I didn’t want to go near the heads either, but standing still was pointless. I couldn’t step out ahead of the Hero, though. I gave his back a light nudge.
”If we stop here too long, it’ll only make a bad impression,” I whispered. He looked terrified, but he forced himself to walk forward.
I followed, and the other two tagged along, clearly desperate not to be left behind. Once we were close enough, the pudgy man on the throne-the King-raised his voice.
”You have done well to answer the summons, Heroes! And yet, it seems a fool has caused you distress. Every one of those men has been executed. Forgive the unpleasantness.”
The biggest ‘unpleasantness’ here is you summoning us in the first place, I thought.
But the Hero blurted out, “No… as long as the misunderstanding is cleared.”
Which was total nonsense. There was no misunderstanding. It was a fact that we were weak, and a fact that they were sociopaths. Still, if he was just saying it to survive, it was a solid move.
Hang in there, Hero-senpai! I was ticked off when you almost leaked my skills, but I don’t hate you anymore. I’m rooting for you, Mr. Hero.
”S-so, um… why exactly were we called here?” the Hero asked.
Ah, right. Start with the basics.
”Hmph. The world stands upon the brink of ruin,” the King stated. “Thus, following the divine word of God, I performed the Hero Summons⁸. I ask that the Hero’s party subjugate the Demon King who plots to conquer the world. Of course, not immediately. The records state that with training, you will grow at many times the speed of a mortal. I shall provide all the men and materiel you require. Can I count on you?”
It all depended on the Hero’s answer, but if he accepted, I had to speak up immediately. At the exact moment the King “receives the Hero’s pledge,” it was vital that I, a fellow countryman, get my own terms on the record. If the King of a nation makes a promise, it’s hard to take back.
”E-even if you say that… we’ve never fought before, and besides…” The Hero looked at the severed heads with trembling eyes.
”I see. They are indeed unsightly. Remove them!” the King commanded.
”Yes, Sire!”
A few unarmored civil servants scurried over, dumped the heads into boxes, and vanished.
”But Hero, this is a global crisis. If we do not act, we all perish together,” the King said. “No matter how strong a Hero is, you cannot survive alone, can you? Without a country, you have no weapons, no livelihood. You could not even protect your own skin. Since you cannot return, you have no choice. Is that not so?”
The King smirked, his question making it clear we had no options.
”We can’t… go back?” the Hero asked.
”Likely not,” the King replied. “Even God, who surely knows the way, does not move simply for our convenience.”
Ah, so it’s “God told me to do it, so you have to help,” huh?
Either way, these people were the enemy, but rejecting them now would be suicide. I didn’t know how bad the “world crisis” was, but the King didn’t look particularly stressed. If they could just summon more, they could kill us and try again. And even if they couldn’t kill us because of “God’s word,” they could just exile us to the middle of nowhere to die. There are a thousand ways to kill someone indirectly.
The Senpai-tachi had no right to refuse. Acceptance was a foregone conclusion. The only thing that mattered was the conditions.
”I… see. If you put it that way, I suppose we have no choice but to try…” the Hero said.
Yes, yes. Keep up that reluctant vibe. Now, squeeze him for concessions! Our entire future depended on this. I didn’t know enough about this world to know what to ask for, but I hoped he’d do his best. It would make my life easier, too.
Or so I thought, until he bowed his head and said, “Understood. I’ll do what I can.”
…Wow. He just accepted without asking for a single thing. This is going to make me look like a greedy jerk when I speak up.
But as a non-combatant Crafter, this was probably the only chance I’d ever get to speak directly to the King. I timidly raised my hand.
”What is it?” The King’s gaze shifted to me.
”Um, since my skills are strictly for manufacturing and have nothing to do with weapons, I won’t be able to meet your expectations on the battlefield,” I said. “Therefore, if possible, I would like to request some modest support so that I may live in a town.”
I placed a hand over my heart and gave him a smile, acting as if it were the most natural request in the world.
”Hmm. You are Kisaragi,” the King noted. “I have seen the report. If you wish, I could find a place for you within these walls.”
”Even so, without any achievements, I couldn’t stay forever,” I replied. “I believe it would be more appropriate for me to live among the commoners until I can accomplish something of note.”
”Ho. That is reasonable. Very well. I like a man who knows his place. I shall provide you with starting funds and an assistant.”
Assistant? You mean a tail. I knew complete freedom was a pipe dream.
But, thank God. It looked like I’d get some cash and I wouldn’t be executed. Or at least, I wasn’t dead yet. He might just be holding off because the Hero was watching. This was the kind of low-class country that displayed severed heads, after all.
Still, based on the info I had, there was no reason to kill me if I was obedient. He’d announced in public that we were summoned by God. Killing a member of that group, even a Crafter, would be a PR nightmare. Really, the only “inconvenience” they had to smooth over was the fact that they’d thrown us in a cell.
Since I’m the one who suggested an aide, the King has all the cover he needs to justify it to other nations or his own believers. If he’s worried about keeping me on a short leash so no other country can poach me, I’ve already told him he can keep me in the castle regardless of whether I actually produce results. As long as I don’t go spreading rumors once I’m out in the city, the kingdom loses nothing. I’m still flying blind regarding the scale of this world or its politics, but getting a verbal commitment is a massive step forward. If I can actually make it to the streets, I can test the limits of this Skill Verification⁹ and decide whether to play it safe or do whatever the hell I want.
Once the audience wrapped up, we were each given a surprisingly lavish private room. The meal they served was so incredible it actually caught me off guard-my taste buds were in shock. I came from a world known for its food culture, but I guess this is the reality of a world fueled by magic.
Looking at how crudely the castle itself is built, I doubt they can touch my old world’s general standard of living, but they might have us beat in the “ultra-high-end” department. Then again, my family was poor, so it’s not like I’d know what real top-tier cooking tastes like anyway.
Still, good food is good food. As I finished up and headed back to my room, Senior stopped me.
”Ibuki, you’re something else,” Senior said. “Standing your ground against a King like that… I could never do it.”
He looked miserable, his face twisted with a bitter sense of his own inadequacy.
”I wouldn’t call that ‘standing my ground,’ Senior,” I replied. “I just put on a submissive act so I wouldn’t piss him off, then made a request so small he’d look petty for saying no. It’s like playing the ‘perfect child’ just so you can squeeze an adult for some pocket change. Trust me, I was terrified. I have no idea what the ‘right’ move is in this world yet.”
It’s all about the exit strategy. You can’t ask for too much, or you’ll trigger a reaction you aren’t ready for. Without knowing the local culture, I have no way of knowing what might accidentally offend someone. I’d originally planned to see how the King handled Senior’s requests before making my own, but since Senior didn’t push for any conditions, I kept my mouth shut.
When I explained my reasoning, Senior gave a grim nod.
”You’re right,” he said. “We need to learn about this world. Fast.”
”Exactly. Especially since you’re the ‘Lord Hero’ and all,” I said.
”Don’t. Please. I never asked for this,” Senior muttered. “I feel like I’ve just been put on a chopping block.”
If that’s how he feels, he’s in a pathetic spot. From what I saw at the audience, he doesn’t have the survival instincts to protect himself. Honestly, I’d be losing my mind if I were in his shoes, too.
”Look, I’m heading to town,” I said. “Once I’ve got my own feet on the ground, I’ll be around if you need to talk. Let’s just try to survive this.”
”Yeah. You’re right… I’ll try to fight back in my own way,” Senior said.
”Listen, you guys have to go all-out on the combat stuff, but when it comes to your social standing? Don’t fight the current. Just go with the flow and subtly nudge yourself toward the exits when you see them. It’s much easier,” I advised.
Usually, this is where people say something cliché like “let’s struggle together to find a way out,” but a Hero isn’t allowed to just leave. It’s easier to play the part without causing a scene. Do enough to be useful, but not so much that they think they own you. These people are purely driven by pride; I could see it in their every move. Even if Senior becomes a legend, there’s no telling what they’ll do to him. Better not to give them a reason to hate us.
Unless, of course, Senior had the ambition to seize the throne. He clearly doesn’t, so I kept the vibe casual-like we should just dodge the bullshit and move on.
”Though, if they try to brainwash us with magic, all bets are off…” I added.
”What?! I-I didn’t even think of that. Am I safe?” Senior asked, his voice cracking.
”Maybe. Probably. If it were easy, they would’ve done it while we were in the cells. There might be some kind of ritual or cost involved, so we aren’t in the clear yet. But there’s no evidence of it yet, so just stay sharp. No sense losing sleep over ghosts,” I said.
”I… I see. You’re right. Yeah,” Senior said.
Sure.
But I’m never going to forget what they did. They kidnapped us from another world, looked down their noses at us, and ordered us to die for them while holding our lives hostage. God’s command? I don’t give a damn. A god that sows misery is nothing but a demon. If this is a god’s work, then as far as I’m concerned, their god is an Evil God¹⁰.
And if these people followed those orders of their own free will, they’re just as guilty. If they’d shown even a shred of remorse or tried to make amends, I might feel differently. But with the way they act? They’re just the enemy.
Of course, there’s no point in revenge if I get myself killed in the process. If I can’t do it safely, I won’t do it at all. I don’t know if the time will ever come when I can pay them back.
If they actually give me the startup funds and let me go free, I won’t go out of my way to ruin them. I can’t forgive them, but I’m not going to throw my life away on a suicide mission just to topple a kingdom. Constant war is just more misery.
For now, the priority is survival. And that starts with testing my skills.
I threw myself onto the plush bed. My mind was fried from keeping my guard at max capacity, but I forced myself to shut down and get some sleep.
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Summary:
Kisaragi Ibuki and three seniors are summoned to a fantasy world as heroes. While the seniors receive combat classes, Ibuki is a ‘Crafter’ and is deemed useless. The group is thrown into a dungeon by the aggressive summoners after failing to immediately display impressive powers.
Kisaragi and the Hero-senpai are released from their cell by soldiers who claim the previous guards were rogue actors. They are brought before the King, who presents the severed heads of the guards as a gesture of ‘forgiveness.’ The King demands the group defeat the Demon King, claiming they cannot return home, prompting Kisaragi to negotiate a peaceful life in a town away from the frontlines.
Following the audience with the King, Ibuki and the Hero-senpai move into their quarters. Ibuki successfully secures a verbal promise of freedom by appearing submissive. The two discuss the dangers of the new world, including the possibility of magic-based brainwashing.
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Trivia:
- Ibuki felt a tactile sensation when touching the hologram menu.
- The language comprehension was automatic and felt intrusive.
- The summoning ritual seemingly didn’t require human sacrifice, as the mages were only ‘exhausted’.
- Ibuki is deliberately hiding the potential of his class from the captors.
- There is only one guard at the basement exit.
- Kisaragi is intentionally acting like a ‘harmless’ person to avoid being seen as a threat or a wasted resource.
- The King’s ‘apology’ is actually a display of absolute power and barbarism.
- The Hero-senpai agrees to the King’s terms without asking for any benefits, leaving Kisaragi to speak for himself.
- The ‘assistant’ provided to Kisaragi is explicitly recognized by him as a spy/surveillance tail.
- Kisaragi’s skills are purely production-based (Crafter), making him technically ‘useless’ in the King’s eyes for combat.
- Ibuki is poor in his original world, which affects his perception of luxury.
- The castle’s construction is described as ‘crude’ despite the high-quality food.
- Ibuki views the local God as an ‘Evil God’ because of the circumstances of their summoning.
- Senior did not negotiate any conditions for himself during the audience.
- Ibuki is prioritizing ‘Skill Verification’ as his next move
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Character Insight:
Ibuki shows high survival instincts and cynicism, immediately identifying the summoners as criminals and distancing himself from the naive ‘Hero’ senior to avoid unnecessary risk.
Kisaragi shows high emotional intelligence by using a ‘bitter’ expression to play into the soldiers’ guilt and acting humble to manipulate the King. His loyalty to the ‘Hero-senpai’ is based on pragmatism—he needs the Hero to succeed so he can live in the shadows.
Ibuki displays high social intelligence and a lack of ‘isekai’ wonder, focusing entirely on leverage and survival. Senior acts as a foil, representing the typical overwhelmed summoned hero who lacks agency.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Crafter’ class setup is a common subversion of the ‘overpowered hero’ trope, focusing on utility and game-like mechanics in a hostile setting.
The author uses the ‘severed heads’ scene to immediately establish that the summoning kingdom is not the typical ‘good’ fantasy nation, setting a darker tone for the political intrigue.
The protagonist’s internal monologue reveals a deep-seated grudge against the kingdom, setting the stage for a non-cooperative hero dynamic.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Hero – Ibuki’s upperclassman from Earth—summoned as the naive Hero with emotional, mentally fragile personality. Empathetic yet reluctant and inadequate-feeling, lacking survival instincts and political skills. Currently in despair and terrified by his situation.
• Ibuki – High school student summoned from Earth—pragmatic, cynical, survival-oriented Crafter (production-class) from a poor family. Strategically submissive yet internally rebellious, observant with high-efficiency magic from past-life memories. Wears school uniform, displays ‘bitter’ expression to manipulate, fan of crafting/tower defense games while protective of his unique skill and ‘ability’ status.
• Kubo – Female student from Earth—one of the summoned companions, upperclassman designated as the Saint. Naive and easily manipulated, believes kingdom propaganda and enamored with her caretaker. Prone to seniority outbursts, currently weeping in shock and despair within the dungeon.
• Sato – Female upperclassman summoned as the Sage—a Japanese woman grounded and cautious alongside the protagonist. Highly emotional, prone to sobbing while comforting the Saint, she hides fear but seeks mutual support. Exhibits jito-eye (scornful half-closed stare) when annoyed.
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