Disclaimer: I do not own Rising of Shield Hero

Okay, so originally this was suppose to be a crossover fanfiction of Rick and Morty and Rising of Shield Hero where Rick is of course replacing Naofumi. But after watching the series again I found it to be more of an animated Game of Thrones so I thought 'why not try to replicate that?' What happens after that idea depends on what I feel after posting this first chapter.

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In a gyre of ocean currents Matt Arudup, the Sword Hero, was sailing with his party of four—one amazon, a veiled ninja, a sorceress and a white mage—to a monster with unhappy connotation on a small fisherman village and they wanted it to be killed so that its memory would fade from their minds.

Matt like most of the four Cardinal Heroes was just an ordinary eighteen year old boy who would have started college a four months ago although he wasn't sure if four months actually passed by in his own world. There were some isekai manga and visual novels where the protagonist returns home and no time has passed or weeks have passed but it was like Mulan where little to no time has passed unlike the 2009 movie where thirteen years have passed, either way the chance of him returning home was slim to none.

Matt was 5'8" feet tall, had golden blond hair with a fringe of brownish blond on his right head, donned this world's armor which was a binge breastplate, yellow guards on his elbows and shoulders, black leather gauntlet's for moving his arms, and the same armor as a breastplate used for his legs since they were a matching set. His eyes were dichromatic where his left was yellow and his right was light green. Like the other three heroes he carried a legendary weapon, a spear, which gave him many abilities most inhabitants of this world couldn't do so long as he wielded it, and even when it wasn't clutched in his hands he had to sheath it somewhere on his body or it would never leave him.

Matt talked a lot...coyishly and endlessly to his party members who despite being distinguished more on their class than their personalities had high perception of their leader and listened intently to his commands, even when he was wrong...his voice just sounded so oily. He was desultory in his role as a Legendary Hero, but they didn't know that when they joined his party.

And then—a tidal wave spumed from the sea and seething froth boiled in what Matt assumed was the sea until the hideous face of a large jawed, black serrated teeth, wing-esque eared monster arose and snarled at the dinghy ship carrying four adventurer's out of their minds to think they stood a chance against 'it'.

"Steady, on my mark..." Matt fluttered four fingers in his right hand, each one resembling one of his party members, then squeezed them into his palm. "Sunelh, Nil, Toda, you Bolgor, and then me...commence!"

The first one to make a move was the amazon. She used her barbarian version of a truncheon to leap towards the beast and whack it across its face. The blow was barely able to leave an impression on its already clueless face until the ninja appeared above its neck cleaving his katana through the nape of its neck! The serrated blade left a searing gash as a gush of black blood left a coagulation of a black paste on its neck, to which he disappeared to be furtive and smart not to draw its attention.

"Brid!"

Toda conjured a blazing fireball in her hands she controlled with one hand before hurtling it at one of the creatures' vast tentacles. At first it just left a black print on it, however, a searing rope of flames caught fire on the tentacle before clambering up to its neck. All the while it was moving the creature writhed in a high pitch shriek reminiscent of a banshee.

At last it was up to the Spear Hero to finish the monster off, with help from his loyal white mage Bolgor. He empowered the Spear Hero with a transparent green shield that would deflect any blows the monster would likely flail at him. Matt finally leaped up with both hands gripped on the end of his spears' shaft ready to plunge it into the beasts weak spot.

It retaliated simultaneously trying to smack him with tentacles on its left side and spewing dollops of purple toxic goo, but Matt just went right through it until his feet were standing on the lower jaw of the beast...raising his spear up over his head.

"Spirits help me pock through the wall of this monster...Lightning Jab!"

The spirit in the spear imbued it with lightning right before he jabbed it straight into the monster's mouth. At first it only caused a small spark to manifest in its head until Matt had the bright idea to jump off it where its entire outer body was frizzled and accumulating electricity all over. The four supportive allies watched in unfettered awe as the big beast twitched and its skin slowly peeled into a dried flaky square.

At last the Spear Hero stood on the dinghy and watched what was once a terrifying monster crumble away into black balls some would call octoballs if they ever watched Japanese cooking shows. The battle was won, but it was as simple as winning...they now had a cleanup job.

"Why don't all four of you wait on one of those floating balls while I come back with a bigger ship and they can help clean up this mess." Matt suggested.

All four of them looked at him with a glare in their eyes, some frowned while others furrowed their eyebrows. All that could be said was they were unhappy with the job the Spear Hero put them in.

"You suck!"

Brandon Hado, the Bow Hero, was training nonstop nocking his arrow in his quiver before firing it at a small bouncing orange balloon. He was accompanied by his only party member, a dark purple haired demi-human girl named Canda wearing a frilly white shirt with eight gold buttons, frills puffing out of her brown leather boats, crimson eyes with a circle around her irises ghostly white, and fingerless gloves on her small hands. What made her stand out was her purple cat ears with white fur in the eardrums and a reddish pink tail with a white tip.

Brandon himself was a feminine looking male teenage boy, 5'4" feet, had short black hair, despite most of the other heroes wearing armor he basically just padded his brown school uniform with black armor guards, wore a skirt that was pink and frilly, had blue eyes, and his hands were calloused that scathed him when he tried to pull his bow but still didn't deter him from using his Legendary Weapon.

"Why do you always go out and hunt Orange Balloons?" Canda asked him. "We could be hunting Dire Wolves, Filolial's or even Orcs and you choose to always waste your shoots on these puny creatures." He was ignoring her questioning which made her face scrunch up and her back start to develop a tightness only someone as agitated as her could do. "Heeeyyyy! I'm asking you a serious quest—"

"Asking me why I choose to kill Oranges is the same as asking humans why they don't slaughter more demi-humans." He finally said narrowing his eyes from the Oranges to her until he was giving her his undivided attention. "If this were what we called in my world an MMORPG then the natural thing to do is find the biggest creatures that grant the most EXP and kill them while what is the equivalent to jesters' playing their music is drumming in my ear. That is not the world I perceive here, Dire Wolves, Filolial's and Orc's are just creatures trying to live their own lives while Oranges are a never ending always reproducing ravenous creatures that really have no purpose other than to 'pop' by a hero finishing them."

She simmered down a little only for her cheeks to blush a little red as she opened her mouth widely and cried, "We just spend so much time outside this place! I hate this place and want to go somewhere else! Why won't you take me there?"

"I'm only good with long distance battles. Once an enemy whether a cutthroat or god willing an ogre or troll gets too close to me...it's over for both me and you. Ergo, I must always train five days in a row and save travelling for the sixth and seventh day."

At a time like this Canda wondered why she even bothered joining the party of the Bow Hero. It wasn't as if she was a slave like a multitude of her kin were, she bought her way to live as a free woman, but she looked back wondering if maybe being beside one of the Cardinal Heroes would get her more recognition.

Suddenly, from the hill behind a few trees grown irregularly on a hill she saw the silhouette of someone riding a horse...and they were trotting down the hill towards the duo. She panicked.

"Mr. Bow Hero...behind YOU!"

He had his hand pulling his arrow back when he heard her shrilling voice. Instead of turning around he murmured something to his bow before nocking his arrow. Once fired a glittering light sparkled the arrow before it veered to the right and went back pocking into the left tree right when the man on horseback was already next to that tree. His horse raised its front legs and nearly made him fall off if he wasn't clinging to the horses' neck for dear life.

"Please...don't do that again!" He cried. His voice sounded too pusillanimous to be that of a bandit. "I'm only a messenger sent to deliver a letter to the Bow Hero."

Speaking of bandits—the world was shamelessly full of them not to mention swindlers and corrupt soldiers—a small army of them were marching steadfast down a hill in a different kingdom far from the Bow Hero and the Spear Hero.

Most of the bandits were there simply because the offer to gallop their horses through a barely protected wooden gate to topple a kingdom meant they could indulge in their avarice by stealing any coin in houses of people too scared to stay and guard it. For others it was a way to assassinate the queen—mainly the black bearded man with black armor and a turban also ebony in color—and he has been training for years just to become strong enough to take down anyone.

However, problems arose as two individuals stood undaunted by the group. Although it seemed liked they were just two boys with too much bravado or too much foolishness...getting closer and seeing clearer he saw these two were Cardinal Heroes.

'Two of them in one place?!'

They were the Sword Hero and the Shield Hero Decker and Ian. Decker was a pasty skinned twentyish male who had short red hair, 6'0" feet, a few freckles on his face, a blue gi made by a kind seamstress and had runes on both sides that covered his nipples. He had golden yellow eyes and boots with little wings on them. Finally their was his sword with its pommel and two edged blade that made it look less like the samurai blade his attire would suggest and more of a last minute cosplay sword.

Ian had his shield on his left arm with its pointed sections making it seem more like an ivory trapezoid than the circular medieval shields he's seen in movies. Since he like Brandon relied more on dodging than using durability to go blow-to-blow with his enemies he wore a brown jacket meshed with black and green stripes with two breast pockets and a turtleneck collar, had trousers with cords and a button, his white sneakers from home, and had glasses on with dirty blonde hair that looked a little disheveled because he liked to roll around in his sleep.

Every one of the four Legendary Heroes knew that when fighting monsters to gain experience it was prevalent to do it far away from any other hero since their weapons couldn't absorb any experience when together. However, they also could share EXP from their allies slaying monsters since it was just the four heroes weapons that couldn't work together, so Decker and Ian protected the castle Ian was teleported to while the region Decker was teleported to was where their allies roamed looking for ways to help their master(s).

The bandits were close to ramming right into the two heroes, actions were now necessary.

"Are you twisting your knees to the left or the right?" Decker asked.

"The left." Ian answered.

"Okay. Then we rain these throngs of lowlifes rather than maul through them." Decker's sword was emblazoned in yellowish flame before his sword glowered with scarlet light. He did a ninety-degree flip before cleaving his weapon into Ian's shield. "Sword of Burning Forge!"

"Volley of Fire Spit!"

Once the shield was struck a visage of a monsters' face replaced the shield, a wyvern with fire burning in its mouth, and fired multiple burning fireballs into the air. Once they were airborne they garnered the attention of a few of the bandits while the rest still galloped screaming their bloody battle cry.

All that rage was silenced when the first raining fireball struck one of the bandits in his heart! One by one a bandit was struck in the chest and either fell off their horse or sat crying in terror as the fire spread through their bodies. Even with dozens of bandits down or burning there were still men charging towards the two Cardinal Heroes.

'How tough can two soldiers be?' One asked, seeing what just two could do but dismissing it as a lucky fluke.

One bandit charged up to the Sword Hero and used a harvest scythe as a tool he aimed to slit the heroes' throat! Not only did he miss he didn't even know where the Sword Hero was anymore, he just vanished after he swung his scythe.

And then—he felt the worst pain any person could feel while sitting on a horse: the pain of losing his arm holding his weapon. Although he was a leader, a philosopher, followed in the tutelage of "great" men in his life...he was not quick enough to catch Decker standing on the back of his horse before cleaving his hand off with one swish of his sword.

While he was grasping his severed hand with his hand still attached, Decker was jumping from horse to horse slicing off other bandits hands after succession after succession.

Ian left alone was handling himself just as superlative wielding his shield. All those mettlesome bandits who either didn't see how quickly Decker was dispatching their men or just had too much valor to quiet moved close to him and slashed their weapons: farmer scythe, swords, cleavers, and scimitar's.

Each one of their weapons were blocked by Ian's legendary shield and attacked by a wild monster face: purple furred tiger, Orthrus, Minotaur, or even the last boss monster from the Swarm he singlehandedly stopped...a grey iron golem with large serrated teeth.

Each of the bandits fell until their whole throng were sprawled on the ground each bleeding to death, charred by fire, or had a large hole perforated in their torsos.

Ian and Decker stood close together again, stared at each other as if they were both trying to see who could keep their eyes open the longest, and were about to do rock-paper-scissors to see who would get a trolley to throw the bodies of the genocide in—a messenger with a tricorn hat strode in fluttering his hand up high while holding a letter.

At mid-afternoon Matt was given the same letter as the three other Cardinal Heroes:

Valiant Spear Hero, Sword Hero, Bow Hero, and Shield Hero...

I, the king of Syntomarc, invite you all to a grand ball to thank all four of you for your arduous efforts to make all villages remained untrammeled by the Swarm and those who wish to impose their own ideals to the land.

You are all welcome to Syntomarc free of charge, but please be there before the sunlight fades and everything becomes dark...so that you can be let into my glorious castle by nightfall and we can commence a banquet for each of you.

Cheers and good work

In each of their old worlds if something was too good to be true it really was, but since he was right that they did work hard, never took a break from standing up to those small, poor or weak and still fought legions of monsters all by their lonesome...it wasn't impudent of them to accept the kings' request.

Ian and Decker rode horses, Matt rode on a seven foot tall dark brown scaled lizard with a grey underbelly and Brandon on his dark blue puffy Filolial. The king's kingdom was small except for his giant castle made entirely of red wood and mahogany draw bridge. There were bridges after bridges just to get through the open spaced door guarded by four guards with yellow fabric covering their chainmail's.

When they arrived on their steads they were swarmed by the denizens of the village. At least they assumed the people were greeting them were the villagers until they saw something noticeably queer about these people: they were all either wearing maid uniforms if they were a girl or they had ghostly apparitions sprouting from their heads if they were male.

"I have a bad feeling about this place." Ian murmured to Decker.

'What deplorable human would do something like this?' Brandon wondered.

"Wow...that girl with the red hair is pretty hot." Matt said without a care in the world.

"Welcome to my home I welcome all four of you with warm arms."

All four of them looked at him but they couldn't believe it was a him. They were looking at a creature with barely any bones in his cheeks, oval green eyes, long red hair with fringes on both sides, a black housecoat with a red handkerchief inside...dog ears...bushy light brown tail with a white spotted tip...and a small brown wet nose.

"My name is Synyoug...king of Syntomarc."