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Classmate wa Isekai de Yuusha ni Natta kedo, Ore dake Gendai Nihon ni Okizari ni Narimashita - Interlude 4

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Interlude: Those Summoned to Another World 4 (幕間　異世界に召喚された者たち 4)

Flames were rising all around, and the battlefield was saturated with the choking stench of blood.

“Huff… huff…”

A boy — a high school student summoned from another world — ran desperately through this hellish scene, clutching a magic staff in both hands.

His stamina was nearly depleted. Every part of his body screamed that he couldn’t run anymore.

But he kept running for one simple reason — because he didn’t want to die.

“Gya gya gya!”
(They’re here...!)

A horde of goblins appeared before the boy, blocking his path.

He was on the verge of turning to flee, but the fear of what lay behind him stopped him in place.

“Perish, all who stand in my way! [Fire Magic]!”

The boy recited the incantation necessary to activate his magic skill, launching a fireball at the goblins.

“Gya!? Gya gyaaa!”
“Gyahi!”

The fireball struck the largest among them — a hobgoblin — igniting its hair and the stolen clothes it wore. It thrashed about, setting the surrounding goblins on fire.

All that remained were piles of small, charred goblin corpses, reeking with nausea-inducing smoke.

“I… I did it! Now, let me check my status…”

The boy celebrated his small victory and opened his status window.

If he had reached level 40, he’d finally be free from being ordered to fight such weak monsters.

He silently prayed those goblins were worth that much experience.

He checked — with trembling hands.

[Tomoya Fukutani – Level 37 – Human Race]

He had leveled up, from 36 to 37. But it was far below what Tomoya Fukutani had hoped for.

(I can’t escape the frontlines like this... I’ll have to rack up more achievements somehow.)

His MP and stamina had recovered slightly due to the level-up. He looked around for an opportunity — and saw it.

Another student, also summoned from Earth, was isolated and had nearly defeated a hobgoblin with his spear.

Tomoya locked onto him.

Just as the spear-wielding student was about to deliver the killing blow to the hobgoblin—

“Perish, all who stand in my way! [Fire Magic]!”
“Wha—!?”

Tomoya launched a fireball, stealing the kill.

The hobgoblin — weakened from the spear attacks — collapsed from Tomoya’s spell.

“You bastard! That was my kill!”

“I just attacked an enemy I saw! You got any proof I stole your kill?”

The spear-wielding student grabbed Tomoya in rage, but Tomoya snapped back, demanding evidence.

The student looked around for anyone who had witnessed the fight — but just as Tomoya had hoped, there was no one nearby.

“So? What now? Gonna tattle to them without proof? Or are you gonna stab me with that spear? You know what’ll happen if you do that… right?”

“Tch… Damn it!”

The spear-user angrily slammed his weapon near Tomoya’s feet and stormed off.

Only then did Tomoya collapse in exhaustion.

(I racked up some kills. I deserve a little break… right?)

He moved to a shaded rock to catch his breath, waiting for the battle to end.

“O Spirit of Light, empower my sword — [Heavenly Sacred Severance]!”

A commanding voice echoed through the battlefield, amplified by a magical device.

A golden holy sword gleamed in the distance — wielded by the “Hero,” Seiya Amagi — as it struck down the commanding demon of the enemy army.

Tomoya exhaled in relief as he watched the scene.

(It’s over… I took out two hobs and a goblin group. Surely I’ll be exempt from the next battle… right?)

The remaining enemy stragglers would be taken care of by the Kingdom’s knights. Tomoya gulped down a fatigue recovery potion, used his staff to steady himself, and began walking back to camp.

But on the way—

“You stole my kill!”
“Screw you! You’re the one who cut in!”
“You bastard, I earned that!”
“Don’t make up crap!”

He heard yelling all around — other summoned students throwing insults at each other over stolen kills.

It was a common sight now. Tomoya barely reacted.

He was only thinking about two things:

To dive into bed as soon as he got back, and to not run into that spear guy again.

◇◇◇

“Another flawless victory, Lord Seiya!”

Back at the camp’s central plaza, Priscilla, smiling innocently, greeted Seiya Amagi as he descended from the sky on a Pegasus — a beast forcibly tamed using a magical device.

Seiya scratched his cheek, looking bashful.

“I only succeeded because everyone helped clear the weaker mobs.”

“Don’t be modest, Seiya. You're the one who made all those useless ones into proper assets.”

“She’s right. We only performed well because of your plan.”

The main force, led by Rin Kayama, also returned on their dragon mounts, singing Seiya’s praises.

“Anyway, how many people met the quota this time?”

“Fukutani and Inoue. Fukutani defeated two hobgoblins, and Inoue reached level 40 — he’s now on par with the support team and has shown loyalty to you, Seiya.”

“Good. Move them both to the support unit. And how many in the support group failed to meet their quota?”

“Ten people. All showed only minimal results.”

“Then reassign them to the frontline. They’ll need to prove themselves again.”

“Understood. I’ll notify them.”

Priscilla bowed and gave instructions to her knight escorts.

The plan Seiya had devised was ruthless:

Anyone lacking in level, strength, or loyalty was forced to join the frontlines and grind on monsters. This preserved Seiya and the elite’s strength.

To escape the frontlines, one had to either:

  1. Show outstanding results in battle, or

  2. Reach half of Seiya’s current level and prove loyalty.

If someone in the support unit stopped performing or lost favor, they’d be demoted back to the frontlines.

Any objections? Seiya’s holy sword would answer them.

This system was the embodiment of Seiya Amagi’s survival-of-the-fittest ideology.

“Hey Seiya, since we won, how about a quiet little celebration, just the two of us?”

“W-Wait, Rin—”

Taking advantage of Priscilla’s absence, Rin clung to Seiya’s right arm, speaking sweetly.

“My, my. Sneaking ahead, are we?”

Priscilla, sensing what was happening, latched onto his other arm to block Rin.

(...God, why do I have to see this crap?)

Back at camp, Tomoya, barely having made it back, watched the scene in disgust while chugging water.

While people like him were scrambling for survival, stepping over each other and fighting like dogs, the former top dogs of the school caste were enjoying a nauseating love triangle.

Was there anything more enraging?

(…Damn it!)

Swallowing his frustration, Tomoya returned to his assigned tent, filled with anger toward whoever summoned them and resentment for the suffering he was being forced to endure.

This… was the everyday reality of Class 2-B.

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