Beginning self-insert into Winter 2019's most polarizing anime.

Let's try not to die.

Epic 1: The Advent

Let's see how I've ended up like this.

First, I noticed that there are exactly 100 days left until graduation (weekends included).

Second, my councilor's appointment has been moved to tomorrow.

And finally, I didn't do too badly on my Calculus Quiz today, so yay.

All of that, was around the last 16 hours of my life in the real world.

Because by the type I hit the sack and wake up to go to the bathroom, the door ends up into a deep dark pit that sends me flinging down towards god-knows-where.

And now... here the fuck I am.

Four Japanese dudes with each of them holding onto a bow, sword, spear, and shield respectively.

"Fuck me..."

The Rising of the Shield Hero. The trendsetter of edgy-isekai before Re:Zero and Goblin Slayer became a thing. I am now living and breathing in this possible hellhole.

"Wait, calm down. Calm down." Before I can visibly panic, I began to process the world around me.

"Naofumi, I think." I thought as I began to scan the room around me.

Itsuki, Ren, and-

"... Fucking Motoyasu." I tried my hardest not to strangle him right where he stood.

Wait.

"If I am in 'that' scene, then that means..."

A metal cuff was around my right wrist. Linked to the metal cuff, was a book chained to it.

A rather large book, might I add.

The book itself was gunmetal-black, a complete contrast to the others's whitish-silver weapons, and a single snow-white pearl on the center of the book's cover. As for the book itself, the book was the size of my backpack, its thickness is like the combined thickness of two of my math textbooks, and the pages around the edge were covered by a layer of white metal.

But on the plate of white metal, was a zigzag groove running through the center.

"BRAVE HEROES!" A booming voice rattled in my eardrums, causing me to flinch. "WE HAVE SUMMONED YOU FOUR TO SAVE OUR WORLD FROM THE ONCOMING-"

"HEY OLD FART!" I yelled out in an annoyed tone. Barefoot, in nothing but basketball shorts, a green hoodies and a plain white t-shirt under it, I stamped my feet towards the man upon the altar.

By the time I was around an arm's reach of the wrinkly hoot, the guards then cross their polearms, cutting my path off.

I stopped out of courtesy. After all, being sleep-deprived for about three hours is no excuse to continue acting like an asshole, right.

"Pardon me." I then cleared my throat. "Can someone tell me on what the fuck is going on here?"

"Wait, there are five?" A female voice called out.

... Oh fuck my life.

I turn my head towards the left, setting sight upon a red-haired lady in somewhat-modest royal-looking garb and with an innocent look on her face that made me want to rip that mask that she calls a goodwill off of her face and make a hat out of it.

But should I do that, I'll go knee-deep to shoulder-deep in an instant.

"Better wait til it gets cold." I thought as I then recollected my thoughts.

As the four Japanese began to converse with one and other, I then began to open my book, but I find all the pages to be blank.

"Wait." I thought. "What did the characters do when they tried to figure out their stats?"

Then I heard someone mention about a "menu".

The crystal.

I then dragged my book closer to me and touched the white pearl.

Then a screen pops into my eyes.

"[Level 1]..." I mumbled out. I then continue to toggle with the menu to see what kind of a hero I am.

"[Hero of the Tome]?" I then look at the skill chart presented in my menu.

... And to my surprise, I've already unlocked at least 10 skills, which would be great, but then I checked closer, and found out that all of them were all non-combatant.

"[Master Linguist], [Hyper-Awareness], [Charisma Point], [Investigate], [Interrogate], [Negotiate], [Rebellion], [Discernment], [Fated Encounter], and [Analyze]?"

What am I, a goddamn Freelancer-class from Bravely Default!?

But compared to what I knew about Naofumi and his eventual hell, I really gotta count my blessings.

"Master of None" certainly beats being labeled as a "Crippling Overspecialist", that's for sure.

"Hey new kid!" Motoyasu called out to me.

Yay.

You are not even remotely worthy of having the godly Xander Mobus voicing you, you damned prick.

"Come here and tell us your name!" He waved.

With a sigh, I came forth.

But in order to "live-out" this world to the fullest, methinks it's time to get a new name.

"The names Nan Hon-Jah." I lied out my false name. "Korean, 18 years old, and I only had a 100 days left til I graduated from high school."

Then I turn my head awkwardly. "... That is until I kinda got dragged here against my will and end up in this fucking place."

Because to hell with this.

If I'm going to begin my stomp in this fucking hellhole, then I might as well start it with a smile on my face.

"Regardless, I hope we can get along..." I winced out.

Never been a people person, even in this new world.

To Be Continued...

Author's notes: Just a little something that I've cooked up ever since Shield Hero started airing.

Also my very first Self-Insert.

This outta be fun.

Let's see what I can do, alright?

Wish me luck.

... I'm gonna need it.