Chapter 2: Transfer
I wake up in the infirmary. Not feeling like getting up and heading to the cafeteria, I lay in bed, staring at the strange patterns on the ceiling, different from my room until yesterday.
“Good morning!”
With a knock and an energetic greeting, Miree enters and asks about breakfast. Hesitating due to yesterday’s events, she suggests it might be better not to meet the students today.
“Yeah… But I’m still reluctant to turn my back on the students.”
“You have a strong sense of responsibility…”
“Is it responsibility? Maybe I’m just trying to hide behind my position as a Sensei.”
“That’s not…”
Damn. What is this feeling of powerlessness?
I didn’t become a Sensei out of a strong passion for education. Still, after doing it for nearly ten years, I had grown fond of it. As the kendo club advisor, I couldn’t teach, but I did what I could, like arranging practice matches.
Did I do something wrong? Is it because we came to another world…?
Miree comes back, timing it with the end of breakfast. Knowing my love for history, she starts talking about this country’s past.
She begins with an explanation of the “Wilveland Theocracy,” a religious state. It’s like the headquarters of the monotheistic religion in this world. This Sky Temple is also under the theocracy’s management.
The largest nation in this world is the “Glenvarren Dynasty,” and the Wilveland Theocracy was established by integrating the shrines and divine ruins within that dynasty.
This was triggered by the appearance of a transferee who claimed to have received the “God’s” protection. This transferee, “Fael Raven,” created a system to accept transferees in this world and the Divine People’s Register. He also encouraged spirits to build the Sky Temple and made various changes to this world.
Some say Fael Raven wasn’t a transferee but “God” himself. In fact, no transferee has received “God’s” protection since Fael Raven.
The king at the time accepted Fael Raven as a person conveying God’s will and supported the establishment of the theocracy.
Initially, I was feeling a bit gloomy due to yesterday’s events, but being interested in history, I found myself enjoying the stories about this country’s origins and asking many questions.
We move from historical topics to discussions about this country and the Divine People’s Ranking.
“To raise your ranking, improving ability data helps, but you can also increase your rank by defeating someone of a higher rank.”
“…What? Then… don’t tell me…”
“Yes. Some people challenge higher-ranked individuals to improve their ranking.”
“That’s scary. Do people get killed…?”
“It happens sometimes. But you can also overlay your opponent’s card on top of your own filled space and declare defeat to reflect it…”
“Doesn’t that mean… you could buy rankings with money?”
“There’s God’s eye, so such fraud isn’t reflected in the rankings.”
Wow. A ranking given by God. It seems quite accurate. But… for someone like me who wants to live peacefully, a low rank might actually be preferable.
That evening, I’m informed that I’ve received an offer from the Rigarland Republic.
From what I hear, unlike other kingdoms, the Rigarland Republic seems to be a democratic nation. They’re also recruiting a wide range of intellectuals.
This offer felt quite ideal to me.
I was curious about the other students’ plans, but Miree said they were talking about going to the lower world as freelancers to become adventurers.
I wondered about the term “freelancer,” and learned that there’s a job called “adventurer” where people defeat monsters in unexplored lands to expand human territory. It’s apparently one of the most glamorous jobs in this world. Fighting more monsters is optimal for raising one’s tier and improving one’s abilities.
“Is that… everyone’s consensus?”
“From what I overheard in the cafeteria, it seems they’re moving centered around Kyohei, but I’m not sure if it’s everyone’s consensus.”
Dōmoto had apparently received the protection of a “Holy Extreme,” said to be second only to “God.” With training, his strength could reach quite a high level. Ikeda and Sakuragi also received the protection of beings called “Holy Crowns” and were quite blessed with spirits.
They probably have enough confidence and ability to manage on their own without belonging to any organization or nation.
But I… Even if I wanted to, the students probably wouldn’t accept me.
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Finally, the morning of the sixth day arrives.
Miree comes to pick me up, and we head to the Sky Temple. It’s only been three days since I regained consciousness in this world, but Miree has been a great help. She’s supported my fragile state of mind considerably.
Entering the Sky Temple, we’re guided directly to the room with the transfer formation. Thinking that this is goodbye to the mysterious sky islands, it feels like quite an abrupt farewell.
Behind the very thick door, the room has a dome-shaped ceiling reminiscent of a planetarium, with mysterious symbols and characters carved all over the walls and ceiling. Perhaps the dome itself is the transfer formation.
“The transfer ceremony will begin once everyone has gathered, so please wait a little longer.”
I’m dressed in the shirt and slacks I was wearing when I came to this world. A belt is wrapped around my waist with a short sword attached. I’m also carrying a backpack with clothes, food, and a water bottle. It’s a magical item that can hold much more than it appears, like a four-dimensional pocket.
After a while, the two girls, Kimijima and Sakuragi, enter.
But something seems off about them. Kimijima’s eyes are red as if she’s been crying, and Sakuragi is comforting her.
…What’s going on?
After hesitating a bit, I decide I can’t ignore it. I approach the two.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sensei…”
Even when I call out, Kimijima doesn’t answer, keeping her head down. Sakuragi responds but glances at Kimijima and hesitates. Did they have some kind of disagreement?
At that moment, the door is roughly opened, and Kohinata enters, followed by Dōmoto, Tsuji, and Satō. Kohinata briefly flashes a grin at me but immediately scowls when he sees Kimijima and Sakuragi standing nearby, glaring at them hatefully.
…Did something happen with Kohinata? Seeing how he’s glaring at Kimijima, I get that feeling.
Before I can ask what happened, the priests enter the room. Everyone’s attention naturally turns to them.
“Transferees, we will now guide you to the lower world. You may go to the place that has made you an offer, or to a place of your own choosing. Follow your own feelings in deciding.”
According to what I heard from Miree yesterday, there are many temples built in this world, with one main temple in each country. The transfer formation is connected to the transfer formations in those main temples, allowing people to transfer to the nearest main temple of their desired country or organization.
In the center of the hall is a circular space for people to stand. The transferee stands there, and the priest operates the transfer formation using a stone tablet opposite it.
“Now then, who would like to go first?”
When the priest calls out, the second-year student Ikeda raises his hand and steps forward. The priest tells Ikeda to stand in the center of the magic circle.
“Where shall we send you?”
“To the Glenvarren Dynasty.”
As soon as Ikeda answers, the air becomes tense. Tsuji shouts, seemingly not understanding:
“Hey! What are you saying? We’re all supposed to become adventurers in Rigarland—”
“Senpai, if I stick with you guys here, I’ll be trapped in this Senpai-junior relationship forever. Didn’t Senpai Dōmoto say that when we came to this world, the Sensei-student relationship was over? I think it’s better for us to do the same.”
“What! That’s different!”
“I’ve made my decision. Luckily, it seems I’ve received quite good protection. I’ll live comfortably in the dynasty.”
“Ikedaaaaa!”
“Stop it, Tsuji.”
Dōmoto stops the agitated Tsuji. Tsuji falls silent, though dissatisfaction remains on his face.
“Are you sure? Even if that choice might someday make you my enemy?”
“…Yes. But among the third-year seniors, only you could match me, right? In kendo and probably in this world too. It feels wrong to always remain a junior.”
Tsuji and Satō show anger at Ikeda’s words, but Dōmoto keeps a blank expression as he stares at Ikeda.
“I see.”
At Dōmoto’s words, Ikeda turns back to the priest.
“Then, please send me. I’m ready.”
As the priest activates the magic formation at Ikeda’s words, I realize this might be the last time I see Ikeda. With that thought, I call out to him.
“Ikeda. Take care of yourself. Stay well.”
“…You too, Sensei. Be careful.”
Ikeda responds to my voice with a smile. As I watch his smiling face, I suddenly feel something odd.
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