Edited for better grammar and fixed mechanical issues

Congratulations, you have been summoned to another world and are the chosen warrior that would save it. What, you don't remember being killed by Truck-kun while you were walking to school? Too bad, here's a cursed weapon and fight to save a world you have no stakes in.

What may be a fantasy for others, instantly became a reality for I hated it.

To be summoned to another world, it had to be one's own dream come true if one had any knowledge on the genre. It gave rise to the perfect lifestyle; become a hero, get the harem, and live the rest of your days doing simple gags to fill a season's worth of anime. Or if one were to feel vindictive, try to kill your best friend and be stuck on a boat for several years. Either way, becoming a hero in another world had to be the best thing ever, right?

EH! Wrong.

Like Earth, reality sets in. Like how Earth pushed those who had no purpose in life into the ground, the other world is merciless and determined to end your life, by words or magic. If it wasn't by battle, it was by disease. If it wasn't some foreign noble with a sword, it's probably getting mugged at the side of the street because you decided to act like a hero and got your comeuppance. In short, any and every isekai is hell when reality sets in.

However, while I could somewhat deal with going alone on an adventure and be the sacrificial lamb to the Isekai genre, I never wanted others to have followed with me. I'm not in any regular old trashy other world novel-I'm in the trashiest of trash of novels.

I wasn't summoned alone. I had companions.

Great Tree Moon, Day 30

The obstacle before me was something I never thought I would have to traverse again during my tenure at this excuse of a school. The snowy apex of the mountain before me signified that this hurdle would be near to impossible to climb over, the glare it gave to me stating that I was never going to find a way over. The arms on its chest made it apparent that, unless I answered, I would be stuck at an impasse, never to reach the truth and die multiple times over. Fortunately, this mountain was actually just a molehill, and the person before me was simply an above average caricature of what one would call 'the ojou-sama' of the school. Simply put, it was my house leader.

"No thanks, I'll be at the library." I gave a blank stare at Edelgard, my eyes feeling like death after a night of procrastination. Her surprised face shouldn't be warranted-she knows I had a distaste for battle.

"Hachiman." Edelgard von Hresvelg (Who was the bastard that named their kid this?) gave me a look of what seemed to be contempt. Her eyes were difficult to read, as per usual.

"It's Hikigaya to you, and no. I need to finish work." Let me go do my magic research please. It's so close...

"You're always stuck at the library, and ignoring the fact that you're one of the few better healers. This mock battle is a time honored tradition, your presence is paramount for our victory." Edelgard gave a brief huff of indignation as she inched closer to me, her hands ready to drag me to a horrible death. Thanks for the compliment, but I know that I'm just fodder so everyone else could win, but I appreciate it. I give it a 4/10-good try.

"Ha, so you all do care about me. But I'm sorry to say that I am a innocent bachelor who is saving himself for his future bride. I don't need a stick in the mud and grubby princess like you hurting my future wife's goods just so our professor could give you a good job." Smirking at her glare, I gave myself a mental pat on the back. Score one for me!

"You're already broken goods Hachiman. The look on your eyes will drive away any man and woman from you, so don't even try using that excuse. Not even the goddess could give you a miracle here." Edelgard's smug smile on her face made me twitch. Damn, she was nowhere near as vicious with her other peers, just me! Why do I always deal with spoiled rich girls that have a big mouth?

Before any other words could be spoken to ensure that yes, I am a man of the faith due to my class, I was unfortunately saved by a face that was too early to deal with.

"Edelgard! What are you doing here? Everyone is ready to head out!" Our newcomer came jogging over, waving his hand to get our attention. Already I could see Edelgard's eyes grow calculating and focused.

Another girl to Hayato's harem I see. If only the bastard could actually try and swoon her so she would leave me alone, yet I'll take him as a meat shield for now.

Hayato Hayama jogged towards our little dialogue with a worried look on his face, giving me a look of slight concern as he stood between us. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I began to think on how to annoy Tomas this time around.

"I'm sorry for the wait Hayato, I was simply convincing Hachiman to head to the front lines instead of tormenting Tomas with his questions." Edelgard smiled as she apologized with her fake mannerisms. Heh. While this may work with every noble hearted noblemen and women, Hayama was from the modern age. His fakeness was on another level, and couldn't be easily replicated. He could sense your fakeness a kilometer away.

Hayama gave her a smile as shook his head. "It'll be fine Edelgard. I'll bring him over right now, after I ask something first." Taking a step at my side, the blond socialite gave our dear leader a reassuring smile. Rolling my eyes, I counted to two before Edelgard was convinced by Hayama's acting.

"Of course! I will inform the professor about you two being late then. Meet us at the field in an hour then. For now, I bid you farewell." Giving a wave towards Hayama and a glare towards me, she jogged away to the direction of the classroom, most likely to get Hubert.

Hayato and I stood next to each other for a moment in silence, making sure Edelgard was gone before we let out a sigh. Walking away from our little spot, we began heading into the library. With the apparent mock battle occuring, the library was empty, allowing us to grab a seat near the back of the library.

"You know Hikigaya, you shouldn't antagonize her. She isn't Yukinoshita." Hayato commented as he took a seat in front of me, his eyes boring into mine. That made me glance away, due to the fact that I was searching around for Tomas of course. I already knew that our house leader wasn't Yukinoshita, but she sure tried to be. Edelgard however is weaker with her barbs-Yukinoshita would have degraded not only my eyes but my social standing, interest in literature, and call my gaze sexual harassment in the same breath.
"Whatever. And before you ask, no, I haven't found anything yet. No summoning magic whatsoever. Just a lot of theory." I took out a small notebook from my pocket and handed it to Hayama. Taking it, he glanced at a few pages as I adjusted my uniform to be less tight. Stupid medieval clothes, these threads itch. Did this set get smaller again?

Taking a gander at my notes, Hayama nodded. "I see. I'm not as well-versed in this, but you and Zaimokusa should come up with something right? You have an idea of what to do so far if I'm reading this correctly." His worried eyes betrayed his relaxed posture, and I couldn't help but want to bow beneath them in apology. Damn riaju.

"I am not touching Zaimokusa's notes with a ten foot pole. They're all combat based so far, but he promises he's learning from that white haired girl in Deer house." I gave a reply to at least dissuade Hayama from outright trying to do his own research. As much of a socializing guy he is, in this medieval setting, he knew nothing about being discrete, and would brand us all heretics to the church in hours.

How was I any different you may ask?

I at least didn't go up to an administrator's sister and ask her about summoning magic with the attitude of seduction. I had a small amount of pleasure having heard the scolding Seteth gave to him though.

Hayama gave a downtrodden look before nodding. "I know but… fine. I'll leave it to you for now." He shook his head before giving me another look. " However, I'll be serious here. We need you at the mock battle-you're the most potent healer right now, especially since Lindhart is starting to take an interest in intellectual magic."

A blank stare was rewarded with that sentence. Besides the sheer absurdity of it coming from Hayato of all people, I knew why I was needed.

Like in every isekai, I was given a cheat skill of sorts. This involved having an abnormal amount of proficiency with healing magic, while being abysmal in everything else. Being the white mage isn't inherently bad for me; I was used to such roles in some RPG's. Yet while I was given a role, Zaimokusa and Hayama were given other cheat skills that I couldn't help but envy.

Hayama has an abnormal knack for lances and made armor something of a joke for him. He didn't seem like it, but Hayama grew freakishly strong. Just last week he nearly destroyed one of the iron lances that were laying about after sneezing with one in his hand. Zaimokuza on the other hand…ugh.

The tubby bastard had his wish granted by whatever god had decided to grace him. He was able to use any kind of magic, bar healing, with the utmost ease. His magic equations were insanely efficient and stupid however.

The moment he was able to use Dark Spikes, he was a lost cause with his chuunibyou delusions. Yet while he was insufferable during his speeches in training, it was a good gamble for him to be in Golden Deer. He fortunately had a good friendship with the magical nerd there, so we had a three way research team going strong after much bribery with sweets. Overall, a great way to accelerate getting home.

Now, the reason why I desire to not go to battle was quite simple. I did not want to get injured, even if I could theoretically heal it all up. I didn't understand the science behind white magic but, I heard that people could die from its overuse.

Cellular regeneration? Cells that grow fast? Though I wasn't an expert, this was all pointing to magical cancer, and I did not want to use such a stupidly harmful technique on me for that matter.

"The moment I get on that hill I'll be gunned for, as the white mages are always the most prioritized target in battle. Even then, it's just a mock battle. It's like a sports game-it won't matter next week."

While the plan was to bunker down here and annoy the librarian again, someone else decided to come.

"OH! Hachiman! You have to come quick!" Before I could identify the voice, my hand was grabbed and I was dragged along by a female student that I identified as Dorothea. Huh? I thought she pulled a me! What's this?!

"Bernie got hurt by a stray arrow! Loathe to admit, we need you!" Her announcement made me pause.

Wait what?

I looked behind me, already seeing Hayama already in action to come with. Following Dorothea, we headed to the stables. Ah! Why her of all people!

"Ah, Hachiman. Glad you could make it." Edelgard's smile made me wish for her untimely demise as I hopped off the horse, having arrived at the hill where the mock battle took place. Taking a look at Bernadetta, who was crouching and hiding herself in her hoodie, I connected the dots.

You bitch. My left eye twitched at the trick, and had to withhold the urge to beat Edelgard with Hayama's training lance. Maybe I had enough time to get on Dorte and go back to the monastery? I could be quick about it actually-and a knight took Dorte away.

I could steal Hayama's horse, and get back to the monastery before this conflict took place.

….Those were the trumpets.

"Everyone! To the Professor! Do not disgrace the Black Eagle house with your dawdling!" With a yell from Hubert, I reluctantly walked towards the back line. Giving a slight wave to the professor as she smiled vindictively at me, I waited for the inevitable beat down that would ensue once our 'tactician' gave us the strategy.

Byleth, not for the first time, felt a bit nervous at being the center of command of Black Eagle house. Oh, she wasn't a greenhorn at being the general, but being the leader with a group of teenagers, a few near her age, was nerve wracking. Manuela told her that having the respect of her students was just as important as teaching them, but it was difficult to try and not do most of the heavy lifting for them.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Hachiman arrived, and she felt ecstatic. Now she didn't have to worry about conserving everyone's strength and magic! While Lindhart himself was a good healer, he liked to drag out people's healing a tad bit much. And Hachiman had Physic, so she'll gladly have Lindhart focus more on his intellectual magic while Hachiman worked on keeping people from collapsing. Maybe later she could have them both begin working on other kinds of magic, with-no. Shaking her head from those thoughts, she focused on the matter at hand.

Now, to come up with a plan….

"Professor, can I stay in the back lines?"
"Professor, I'll be going now."

As the mock battle was about to begin, Byleth looked to both Lindhart and Hachiman, both of whom have voiced their opinions.

They were just as bad as Edelgard had said, but to this extent, so shamelessly?!

"No! Lindhart, go up near Edelgard and Caspar and keep your distance. Make sure to heal any injuries that you can, but focus on using fire near the wooden barriers. Hachiman, you stay next to Ferdinand, Petra, and me-we're going to start turtling to Manuela. Dorothea, support Bernadetta as much as you can. Hubert and Hayato, you both start flanking Claude and Hilda's little hill!"

Byleth's command rang across all the students, giving them a look that prevented any back talk.

"Wouldn't it be better if-?"

"Hachiman, that sounds like insubordination." With a sweet-looking smile towards her current trouble student, Hachiman stopped talking before he grumbled.

Oh, you think I didn't hear that comment about my clothing?

"And like that Hachiman you've earned a training session with Felix." Byleth couldn't contain her chuckle at the wounded face he made.

"That's abuse of position! And Felix isn't even in our house."

"Ah, a training session with Felix and Caspar?" Caspar made a whooping sound as that made him shut his mouth before he fell in line with Ferdinand, who seemed eager to be at Hachiman's side.

Satisfied, Byleth lifted her sword to the air.

"Alright everyone, get to work!"

Seteth analyzed the mock battle below the small cliff he and Lady Rhea stood, feeling relieved at the small break from his administrator work. His green hair was in slight disarray as the work to create the necessary histories for the three newcomers was strenuous and time consuming. Favors, bribes, and a few promises were made in exchange for the three students to have a past presence in Foldan, of which proved difficult due to their complexions resembling lands to the east. He was assured however that the paperwork would include this, but that didn't leave Seteth confident. Looking at Lady Rhea with slightly suspicious eyes, Seteth did wonder why the summoning of those three children were needed. Lady Rhea was adamant about keeping them here at Gareg Mach, and Seteth had no choice but to follow her orders, no matter how contrived a reason she may have as an excuse.

He saw Lady Rhea observe the ongoing battle with a razor focus he hadn't seen in years, with that focus on the Black Eagle house. Glancing at the house members below, he nodded his head in an approving manner. The new professor, Byleth, seemed to be capable so far. He could already see the improvements of the students under her tutelage.

An explosion interrupted his thoughts, and with an amusing smile Seteth gazed at the Golden Deer house. One of the newer students, a Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, had used Meteor against the future ruler of Faerghus. Surprisingly, the lad managed to endure the magical attack and went on the offensive. He struck down the vessel with the training lance with vigor, but Seteth could already tell that it was no use. The activation of Physic was apparent as Yoshiteru's wounds were healed, and he jumped back into the fray with wild swingings of a training sword. Seteth closed his eyes in amusement-even when in another house, it seemed that Hachiman Hikigaya could be quite caring. He opened his eyes to see Byleth giving Hachiman a flick on the side of his head for the sheer absurdity of healing the enemy.

Looking back at Yoshiteru, Seteth was reminded much of a comrade of his. That Yoshiteru was skilled in magic, much so, but his swordsmanship was quite lacking. Unsurprisingly, he was struck down once more before he raised his hand-a sign that he was ready to be discharged from battle.

Gazing at Black Eagle, he saw the other student, Hayama Hayato, engaging in a game of cat and mouse with the student Hilda. He let out a quiet cheer as Hayama defeated her with ease.

Seteth was very hesitant about the three vessels beforehand, and their ability in combat in a new environment. Yet after just a couple months of direction and training, these three were quite formidable in their specializations. What was achieved in months of hard work and study became a reality within weeks.

After seeing this progress, Seteth held no hesitancy towards these vessels anymore, but all he was left with was curiosity. After all, summoning three vessels of gods was a monumental achievement for the mages of Gareg Mach and Lady Rhea, who created the summoning aria. He didn't know what she wanted to do, but he held trust in her decisions and foresight.

All that was left was to wait for them to grow.