Shield Hero, but hopefully Heroic

Edit: fucked up and reused a name that I was already using.
Winning Plan
[X] Plan Tragic Princess
-[x] Former Prime Minister Saizo Sakura and an unknown mistress despite common belief, the Prime Minister wasn't killed during the war. He escaped and lived long enough to (un)fortunately sire you. Your childhood was much better off then most kids born in the ruins of Old Japan. However good things don't last forever and your father died soon after you turned ten to agents of the new 'Temporary' military government in Osaka with what was left of your fathers security detail sacrificing themselves for your escape.
-[x] You found companionship. When you were twelve you found a girl half your age alone in the world. You took pity on them for a while, and like a particularly determined fungus she grew on you. Times were harsh, you often had to go without to care for your new charge. But to see that girl smile that kept you going you'd do anything for your pseudo-daughter. It kept you sane in a world gone mad.
-[x] A local warlord was interested in you and constantly sent people to fuck you over. There was many close calls, it taught you many valuable lessons but it also left you damaged. There are grotesque scars of battle littering your body but the most prolific ones were on your mind. You have enough hate to kill.
-[x] You were being hunted by someone who clearly outmatched you. They were closing in on your hiding spot and you would have died but this old guy came out took their attention and left. Despite the distance you could clearly hear him. 'I'd run if I were you Shield Hero, people need you still'. You were left with so many questions, but you resolved not to make light of the mans sacrifice even if you had no idea what he was talking about at the time.
-[x] You died during the second week. After the first few battles you and the other conscripts were finally introduced to the rest of the 'soldiery' as equals to strengthen loyalty we were bribed with all manners of Old World luxury from cigars to fancy wine. It worked well for what it was, even you weren't immune to the tactics they used to ensure your service. Morale was high and the counter attack started off well. Unfortunately your squad leader made the wrong call to keep pushing further than was reasonably safe or planned and accidentally landed you in front of a machine gun nest that crippled you, and then you were unceremoniously executed by a clean up crew.

You hated most of the people in your 'army'. It was full of local fuckheads. The bad blood between you and some of the Warlords here could fill a river, and the feeling was mutual considering the amount of missions your squad were thrown into. Luckily the Warlord in control of you was smart enough to figure out that you probably have the best eyes in the country instead of just having you thrown into the meat grinder. The whiplash from 'disposable trash' to 'mission critical operative' was immense, instead of slop you got decent rations, booze and fucking cubans. They were bribing you to work with them and were likely trying to recruit you as some sort of retainer in the future.

You were still going to desert though, or at least you were going to anyway. But the Warlord from Chiba, Takami promised anything he could provide and that made you hesitate, your daughter Saki. She needed to be protected and you were positive you weren't up for the task by yourself but with a warlord behind you? You could accept that, so you viciously ripped a agreement from him with your politician skills you got from father. You're not worried about him fucking you over, Warlords like him function entirely off of promises like these, and if he betrayed you even after your death then his other 'vassals' will descend on him like rabid wolves. It's not an ironclad thing, but it's the best you're probably going to get anywhere this side of Japan for protection for your daughter Saki.

You weren't good enough for her anyway. You couldn't protect her or yourself when that bastard Aoi decided to move in on your side of Tokyo with his operatives. While you broke him for the grief he ended up causing you, it showed you the reality of the world. You would've died if it wasn't for the sacrifice for that old man, and Saki would've died alone somewhere at the mercy of Aoi. You weren't sure you'd last the trip to the nearest place to resupply outside of Tokyo that wasn't occupied so in reality you're fucked anyway.

So it wasn't a real surprise that you've found yourself crippled and broken on the street. Your dickhead squad leader ignored your fucking perfectly sound advice to hold our current position and in a bid for personal glory brought us in front of a machine gun nest. It was... An interesting feeling to feel what was left of your lungs wretch themselves from your mouth as you slowly suffocate. You're silently patting yourself on the back and you feel stupid, you're fucking dying. Get the fuck up idiot, we're not done. There's a kid that needs your dumb ass so get up.

Get up. Come on, you can do that much can't you? Please get up, I'm not ready yet.

Get Up.

You clench your fists and with pure will power start to feebly get away, it was pointless you knew but you wanted what you always did, to survive and to see her smile again one last time. You made it around six meters before being blasted apart by the machine gun.

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First thing you realized when you died was that shit was fucked. First of all, you felt not dead. Like, you have your limbs, your lungs aren't splattered all over the ground and lets just stop right there. Other oddities was not only were you repaired but your clothing was as well. You were wearing cheap military fatigues completely ripping off the JSDF or maybe just redyed uniforms with the shitty Five Warlord Alliance acronym on it. Did fuck all to protect you but it was identifiable so you didn't shoot the fuck out of each other by accident. Hell, you didn't even have your blood on it, it looked cleaner than when it was given to you. Second thing, your Junkgun is missing, not a big loss but you sorta need that to kill things at range thanks.

Third thing, you have a big fuck off shield on your arm straight out of a picture book and... Wait a motherfucking minute right this second.

This was the fucking Shield Hero thing Old Guy was talking about wasn't it? Then who the fuck are these guys? Before you can ponder more a... Cultist? Priest? Someone speaks up.

"Welcome four heroes, please save our world"

What the fuck?
[X] Nah, no way. Fuck off I'm out of here.
[X] You'll play along for now, test the waters and learn just what the fuck just happened.
[X] Old Man would've wanted you to at least hear them out you owe it to his sacrifice to play hero for a little while.

[X] Old Man would've wanted you to at least hear them out you owe it to his sacrifice to play hero for a little while.


You weren't really sure about this, you had half a mind to bail out of here and look for a way to get back to Tokyo or carve out a simple life somewhere. But you were pretty sure you're not on the same planet as Japan, the air smelt cleaner, the room was pristine like out of a photograph of a European palace from a bygone era. You also had a debt the size of a mountain to the man that saved you, so you'd play hero for now at least until you feel less shit. The other curious thing you've noticed now that you've calmed down a little are your fellow heroes.

It's a bit odd, but they seem to actually be a bit at home in here like it wasn't there first time somehow? Yet they all had their own little shocks there too but the recognition in their eyes was impossible to hide. They all looked to be somewhat Japanese as well but are way too... Manicured? You swear you weren't even as dolled up when you were with Father with Blondie over here.

"Holy shit, what happened to you!" Speaking of Blondie, who you have just mentally renamed Fuckface finally realized you were standing right next to him. You aren't really sure how to respond to such a question that doesn't end in violence. "Come on man you don't ask about that kinda thing" Thankfully Broodster, a lanky looking fellow with black hair and a sword came in for the save before you did something really unheroic. "Urk! Sorry, sorry."

What a douche. Usually you wouldn't let that kinda shit go but this isn't Japan, this is 'Wherever The Fuck'ville and the casual way these guys are acting suggests that shit's even weirder than you first thought. Even small children know you don't pick stupid fights and to be very choosy with your words, either Fuckface is an exception or Fuckface is from somewhere else entirely. Honestly this entire scenario is so fucked, it's like it came out a storybook. The last guy (why are they all guys?) was some short looking blonde kid seemingly zoned out of his mind. Seriously you were having some real uncanny valley ass shit from these people. Why were they so relaxed.

You were gripped by a massive feeling of unease, like you were standing somewhere sacred and didn't belong. This shit was making you feel on edge, god you need a cigarette. Your eyes snap to the priest, "Well? Spit it out, why the fuck are we here!" you felt a little bad at the way he jumped, as he was just respectably letting us recover but your patience was wearing thin as it was. "Th-There's a dimensional crack threatening everyone! Demons have been pouring out crawling out of it threatening our nation, our soldiers and knights barely repelled the first wave... And the next wave is soon upon us, please save our nation!"

What a joke. You really were just taken out of one war and shoved into another huh, you guess life is like that sometimes. Again you debated walking off, but the Old Man said that there was people that needed me, at first you thought it was Saki but he was actually referring to this World. Make no mistake, you saw what the Priest just tried pulling on you. He's trying to make you focus on saving their kingdom, they didn't summon you 'Four Heroes' out of the goodness of their heart they were saving their own ass. Luckily the Priest saw you weren't falling for his bullshit "Please at least meet with our King, we will recompense you for your service". Fuck off, you didn't need something so plebeian as wealth or status.

The more you saw, the more you confirmed this wasn't anywhere near Earth. It was concerning, especially because this looked to be what little you knew of Medieval Europe and the little you did know was basically how barbaric it was even compared to Post WW3. Also, they weren't even being subtle with how unpopular you were here too. You were slightly impressed, you haven't drawn this negative reaction from a crowd even from groups you regularly butted heads with. You were pretty sure this was some sort of political move but you don't know why or for what reason. What you did know however, these people weren't your friends. It was in your opinion a foolish move, it showed you their cards instantly everyone but the people you were summoned with were theater and the Heroes were the actors. You put on a serene smile this was the first trial.

The decadent King of this land sat on a throne artificially heightened it was to give the illusion of power and to make those below look up at him, it was quite petty as displays of power go but you've seen worse done ones. The king looked a tiny bit overweight and gaudy with all that jewelry which you suppose is to look regal, but you can only look at in disdain at the waste and tackiness of expressing such wealth in such a crisis they must be facing. The king looked taken aback by your appearance but seemed to disregard it "I am this countries King, Aultcray, the Thirty-Second Ruler of Melomarc" Blah, blah, blah more shit about money and status or whatever reward that you don't care about until he finally got to something you did care about; "Now then Heroes, I will now hear of your names".

Broody went first, "My name is Amaki Ren, Age Sixteen. I'm a high schooler." Wait what.

Bowboy went next, "I am Kawasumi Itsuki, Seventeen years old, I'm also in high school." Is this a joke, are you being pranked?

Fuckface went after, "My name is Kitamura Motoyasu, a twenty-one year old university student." Unease started to build in your chest. Just what the fuck was going on here?

You went to go but were rudely interrupted by the King "Hm, Ren, Itsuki and Motoyasu." ahhhh, it's going to be like that huh. There were ways to deal with this type of thing however.

[X] Storm out. This is an insult you cannot ignore, the whole place is designed against you. You were the disposable pawn in this game and the best way to win is not to play.
[X] Shikata ga nai. It cannot be helped, you can suffer this indignity after all, you can still exploit him for resources.
[X] Haaa? And here I thought we were getting along so well. Blatantly confront the hostility in the room and rip the reasons out of them with words.
[X] Are you fucking kidding me you piece of human garbage? Do you think you're strong?


Aight, this took a long time to think about how a character so different than the original MC would react in a new world such as this. You guys skipped an early clash with Motoyasu due to your resolve to play hero. You currently know with your interpersonal communication skills and social awareness that you have Ren leaning on your side at the moment, Itsuki is indifferent and Motoyasu is ignorant and a little ashamed. The court officials here mostly dislike you, but a few feel deeply ashamed and contemplative.