The hero’s butt was sore. In all the stories he had read over the years they never truly did justice to just how sore a butt could be. The hero now knew what the phrase ‘butt sore’ truly meant and its true implications. Currently the hero was lying down in a campsite with several other families. It was a fairly large migration to the capitol and the families were from all over. However, Percilla was still immigrating along with his own fairly sizable family.

The reason why he was immigrating to the capitol was pretty drab and boring, he didn’t realize that a hero could have such a mundane backstory as ‘need to find work’. It was soo, droal and ordinary. Shouldn’t a roving dragon have torched his village will his family was out or the demon king, rather any demon king come around looking for him, only to be chased off by him mid monologue? Not that he wanted that to happen, he had generally liked his neighbors mostly, though they had caused problems. Nor did he want any of his, rather considerable family hurt.

Nope, the move was ordinary, instead many of the caravan had much more interesting backstories. That family over there, lost their home to a monster wave, now the warrior mother is teaching their son how to defend themselves in spite of having an ‘ordinary’ tier class, not an official tiring [System] btw but people used it because. That guy over there, the scholars were from a lost clan, devastated by another clan in a battle between nobles, now their all that’s left. They are training the arcane arts since they’re all pretty much [Arcane Mage]s. That one chick over there is a [Zerker] from a barbarian tribe of recently conquered land in a battle between nations. An agreement was apparently reached for their assistance in the war that they would be taught and become full [Citizen]s, and agreement that the prince had to follow if he wanted their continued support.

No, here he was the [Hero] or all and he had such an ordinary backstory, his parents work had dried up and their choices were take a pay cut or find new work. So here he is hours after a wagon ride laying on the grass because his ass was in uncharted pain territory. He had of course known ass pain, who hadn’t? In his past life he had known it, in his present life he had known it. He had had his ass beaten, spanked, and numb. This was an entirely new level. He literally couldn’t sit on his butt, and moving was only for emergencies, or he would die, literally, at least so he felt. Considering that most of the adults that were used to it were in similar states, though better handled, it wasn’t as melodramatic as he made it out to be. Worse, this was hours after while laying by the campfire.

At least he could commiserate with Percilla, though she was ‘able’ to sit, so she was making fun of his cherished delicate ass. But the real reason was the cushion she had snuck out of storage and kept away from the adults that might have stolen it. The hero Parson had tried and failed a similar trick. However, his was stolen after he had copied her, to the laughter of Percilla when she watched it happen. He had glared to little effect as she had hidden hers away when asked.

In other non-ass knews, Parson was going to turn ten soon! He couldn’t wait! He was also confidently nervous. He was obviously the hero, however, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have his story and subsequent rise to fame on hard mode. Well, so far it was on hard mode, but he didn’t want it set to nightmare mode where the demon king does come around for a fight. Hopefully he gets a good class, but it could be a terrible class that he miraculously turns around making a new saintly build that everybody attempts to follow. Hopefully not and it’s all easy mode for him though. Maybe even the [Hero] class!

Parson couldn’t wait till he and Percilla were divined… though he could, he wasn’t yet prepared, I mean he was as ready as he will ever be it wasn’t like it mattered. But maybe it would? Did he need to get his power tested by a crystal ball that exploded first? No no, he should just go for it, as the hero everything would miraculously work for him in the end right? But what if it didn’t? This was ‘real’ life and not a story, bad things are actually bad in real life, but a story you just gloss over things. Butt hurt is a good example, his butt had never known such pain as it was in, he wasn’t able to move, what if something worse happened. What if he had an illegal class?

Such were his thoughts as he failed to sleep by the campfire till morning came and he could move again, if still a little sore and a lot sleep deprived…

Soon enough wasn’t soon enough was too soon he was in the capitol. And it was huge! The one thing in isekai that all the heroes do is say ‘wow, this fantasy city is amazing and totally not like all the other fantasy cities I’ve seen on the internet, it’s so amazing and cool and unique and those buildings are so huge’... Like the isekai hero hasn’t seen a skyscraper or gone to a museum or traveled to any of a bazillion places with ‘mediaval’ style architecture foam and plaster castles. I mean it’s not the real thing, but it isn’t like ‘wow this is unique I’ve never scene this before my mind is blown!’ Honestly, any of the architecture he was actually wowed by was ‘#Hay, that’s n33+’ wish I had my camera so I could take selfies. The biggest wow moment had been the mud huts he had seen one time.

At least till now, friggen mile high skyscrapers alien spaceships in his high fantasy, steampunk, high fucking fantasy in his fantasy. This city had it all! And that wasn’t including the tower crawling and ziplining in this post apocalyptic dystopia! It was literally two worlds in one city in another world fantasy! Finally it was his time to rise and become a true hero!... He just had to say high to his older brother first. He had already said his goodbyes to Percilla, she was going to live in apartments on a lower level.

“Hi twerp.” Stated his barely big brother. Parson had been gaining on him considerably even though he was only ten. His big brother was only a head taller with his gangly self. Parson Punched him in the arm, and was punched back twice as hard. Damn his starter stats weren’t enough to outlevel… well level. He would get him back eventually though!

“Micky Derral Anderson! You get over here this instant and give this old lady a hug!” His mother screeched at his older brother. Parson cringed, middle name, his big bro was so in trouble, and he wasn’t even in trouble yet!