Chapter 101: Incompetent Hero

[Master.]

"Yes?"

Aria's voice was low.

Although he couldn't read anything from her expression, he could discern to some extent from her voice.

That's the expression she has when there's bad news.

[It seems we will have a casualty soon.]

"A casualty?"

There couldn’t be a war without casualties. Even for the great Galactic Empire.

So it was somewhat of an unexpected statement. After all, it was something all too obvious.

"What happened?"

[It's one of those invited to World.]

"By invited, you mean..."

It referred to the Transcendents from the Community.

"...Is that so?"

They were carefully selected talents, after all.

Currently, the installation of defense facilities and interception facilities at the World base was almost complete.

It shouldn't be easy to break through unless it's a formidable enemy, right?

"I'll drop by. Prepare what I asked for in the meantime."

[Yes, understood.]

Zfft-

***"Cough... I am the owner of the 32nd Holy Sword... Hero... Versya..."

"Stop speaking. You're only shortening your time."

"Is... that so?"

"Yes."

"Kuhuk."

Blood spurted from the man's mouth.

Most of his vital organs had already been destroyed, and the lower half of his body, sliced diagonally in half, was nowhere to be seen.

Despite this situation, he was able to keep breathing and speaking, partly due to his transcendent willpower, but mainly thanks to the syringe stuck in his burst heart.

Hero Versya, barely clinging to life with the Galactic Empire's emergency treatment.

"...It is alright. I was... already prepared."

"If that's the case..."

The Spirit Summoner decided to watch over his final moments.

"At least you can go in peace. 'He' will surely fulfill your wish. You did well. You probably volunteered with hopes not much different from ours."

The Spirit Summoner's gentle hand stroked Versya's forehead. A sense of relief filled Versya's fading eyes.

"Cough... We must all be similar."

"Indeed. So if you have any last words... speak freely. We can at least grant you that much."

The Spirit Summoner seemed experienced in such matters, calmly and familiarly watching over Versya's final moments.

"Kuhuk. I see. Then will you listen to my story?"

-Look here! If there's any painkiller left, pour it all in!

-It seems mixed with cursed energy. It's not just physical wounds.

-How are the wounded on that side?

-Thanks to Sir Versya, fortunately, there aren't many casualties.

-We could have lost this entire base if we weren't careful.

The surroundings were busy dealing with the aftermath of the battle.

They knew that without Versya's final sacrifice, they wouldn't be standing here like this.

Knowing this, they were all the more focused on their tasks to honor his sacrifice.

"I am Versya, Owner of the 32nd Holy Sword."

"I know."

"The name of an exceedingly ordinary hero."

"A hero doesn't seem to fit well with 'ordinary', though."

"Haha. Is that so?"

Versya smiled wryly.

***He was ordinary.

During his school days, he could get decent grades, but he didn't have the brains to achieve anything through study.

Sports were the same. He could play around with others, but he wasn't good enough to choose it as a career.

As a student, one might get sick of being ordinary, but things change as you live. He was an ordinary person, so he was used to ordinariness and thought of it as just another way of life.

However, dying in an unexpected accident might have been a bit out of the ordinary.

But considering humanity as a whole, it probably wasn't that special.

Then he was summoned to another world.

-Welcome, Hero.

-Can you perhaps hear us?

-Please save our world.

Ah...

He became special.

But that illusion was short-lived. Just because he, who was extremely ordinary, was summoned to an otherworld didn't mean he would become special.

Exercise, training, cultivation were all too tiresome, and after just two hours, his concentration dropped as he got bored.

He tried to do something based on his previous life's knowledge of soap, cooking, systems, science, math, etc., but being ordinary, he didn't know enough details to utilize in this other world.

It was not like he could create a non-existent computer to make use of his previous life's skills.

To Versya, they were true heroes.

-Why on earth!

Those who accepted even Versya, who couldn't understand the value of sacrifice.

-Haha. Don't be sad. We're just going ahead to wait.

-I... I hope you will only join us after a long time...

-I’m sorry. That I'm going first.

-I believe in you.

-It will be hard... but you can overcome it.

And so he became alone.

"It's just my turn now."

Versya's eyes slowly closed.

"They were wonderful companions."

"Haha... Too good for me."

"Were they..."

"But it was fine. Until that moment."

"Until that moment?"

"...No one remembered them."

He thought it might be because they didn't achieve great feats or subjugate infamous demons.

However...

"I couldn't... stand them being ignored and insulted."

Incompetent Hero Party. Odd jobs. Problem children. Losers.

All sorts of contempt poured out.

"At that time, I... thought it was all my fault."

Various kinds of disrespect poured onto him who was left alone.

As the situation on the continent worsened, the criticism towards the incompetent hero intensified. Moreover, towards those who had been with him as well.

"If only I had died, they wouldn't have had to face such contempt..."

His eyes closed. He was barely opening his mouth.

"The story after that is nothing special. It's ordinary."

"Why is that?"

"I just... tried not to let their names be in vain. That's all..."

"You must have gone through a lot to become as strong as you are now, haven’t you?"

The Holy Sword, given only to the strongest hero.

However.

"Haha. Compared to the adventures with my companions, it is all just trivial stuff. Cough."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

There was not a hint of hesitation in his voice.

The Spirit Summoner smiled at that.

"Then haven't you fulfilled your wish? As your fame grew, the evaluation of them must have changed."

"Haha..."

Versya shook his head with difficulty.

"Their last wishes weren't for me to become special."

The strength was leaving Versya's voice.

"The continent is facing destruction."

"If even you find it difficult..."

"Yes. It is not an easy situation. It is beyond my abilities too."

"I see..."

The Spirit Summoner didn't comment on that.

"What were their last wishes?"

He simply asked what past companions' last wishes Versya was following.

At that, Versya's lips curved into a smile.

"An ordinary... daily life... for everyone..."

Versya couldn't continue speaking.

"You are already a splendid hero..."

The Spirit Summoner closed his eyes for him.

*

Versya, which had now become his name.

-Shouldn't our party have a name or something too?

-A name? Is it necessary?

-How about Versya?

-What does that mean? Mage.

-Yeah. It means 'courage' in the Rune Language.

-Isn't that far from who we are?

-Shut up! Names are supposed to be cool!

-Hahaha. We'll just have to become a party worthy of the name!

Their laughter welcomed Versya.

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