“—Naito Hyuga, your job is ‘Holy Knight.'”
The crowd around him erupts in excitement. The boys and girls nearby cheer for the student on the stage.
“Wow, as expected from one of the ‘Three Great Families,’ being a Holy Knight sounds super strong!”
“Naito… no, Sir Naito. Ah, even his embarrassed face looks cool…”
“Everyone, please be quiet. Since Holy Knight is a rank A job, we can expect some impressive feats from Hyuga.”
“I’ll work hard with everyone to meet those expectations.”
I can’t keep up with what’s happening—it feels like what I was seeing just now was a daydream or something.
In another world, I was known as ‘Beck,’ a Baggage Carrier for an adventurer party.
And in the midst of my journey, I was killed by a monster. I had always wondered what my previous life was like, but ending that way is pretty sad.
“Next is Tsukasa Fujiwara. Tsukasa, please come up to the stage.”
“Uh, y-yes.”
Giggles ripple through the classroom—right, Fujiwara is my name.
This is the first ‘Job Appraisal’ in the academy’s high school division. As Hyuga steps down, I walk up to the stage, and a young woman approaches me.
She’s our homeroom teacher, but what was her name again? Because of the dream earlier, I’m quite confused right now.
“Um, excuse me, what’s your name…?”
A moment of silence—then the classroom bursts into laughter. The teacher in front of me is also smiling.
“I just introduced myself, but my name is Iga. Please remember it.”
“Y-yes, sorry, I was spacing out.”
Since she’s slightly shorter than me, I have to look down a bit, which makes it hard not to notice her slightly open neckline—so I quickly look away. How can a teacher be this… distracting?
More than that, I really dislike this atmosphere. After Hyuga, who got ‘Holy Knight,’ everyone is intensely curious about what I’ll get.
“Now, let’s register your status on your student card.”
A student card—it’s like a guild card from my previous life. It was called that back then, but there’s something similar in this world too.
No, it’s not certain that I was someone from another world. I am Tsukasa Fujiwara, born and raised in Japan.
“Well… this is…”
The teacher pushes up her glasses. All my classmates’ eyes are on me—and then.
“Fujiwara’s job is…”
“…Teacher? What is it?”
Ms. Iga looks at the student card again, her expression growing increasingly awkward.
“Your job is… ‘Baggage Carrier.'”
I had a feeling. The dream I saw wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.
“A Baggage Carrier… isn’t that just carrying luggage? We can do that ourselves.”
A loud-mouthed male student says with exaggerated gestures, and the class bursts into laughter again.
“Baggage Carrier is a nationally recognized job… though it is rank E.”
Am I really looked down on that much? Just like in the world where ‘Beck’ existed, a job without noticeable combat power or magical abilities is seen as insignificant.
“Can I ask you to be my Baggage Carrier? You could carry my bag home today.”
“Isn’t that just making him your gopher?”
“Don’t say things like that, he’s an important classmate.”
I feel like I’ve already been labeled as the bottom of the class.
But I have something to achieve at this academy. One of my goals is to get as high grades as possible.
I passed the entrance exam as a scholarship student, but I need to maintain high grades or earn money to pay back the scholarship.
How can I excel as a ‘Baggage Carrier’—I think as I head back to my seat by the window. I feel a gaze from the girl sitting next to me; she probably feels sorry for me. Well, I must admit it was a pretty disastrous debut.
“Starting tomorrow, we’ll have dungeon practice, so come prepared.”
This was the closing homeroom session on our first day of school.
After the greeting and dismissal, Hyuga, who was surrounded by other classmates, comes over.
“Fujiwara, I think ‘Baggage Carrier’ is a very good job.”
“Are you inviting him to your party, Sir Naito?”
“Sir Naito is in our group, so Fujiwara can stay out of it.”
Before I can reply, Hyuga is dragged away by the girls. They say whatever they want, but getting mad at them is pointless—they’re my age, and some might even be older than me by a few months.
(Holy Knight is strong, sure… but Baggage Carriers have their own role. Forming a party might be difficult.)
Not feeling like going home immediately, I look at the ‘student card’ I just received. Touching the ‘status’ section, a list of data appears.
Name: Tsukasa Fujiwara, Age: 15, Male
Student Number: 013942
Job: Baggage Carrier, Rank E
Level: 3
HP: 30/30, MP: 10/10
Strength: 15 (F)
Spirit: 15 (F)
Intelligence: 10 (F)
Agility: 15 (F)
Luck: 5 (F)
(I could see my abilities in numbers in my previous life too, but they’ve dropped a lot.)
I don’t know if these numbers are low or high, but they probably aren’t great. Finding out others’ stats might be a shock—though I hope they’re not too low.
(Luck being low is kind of depressing… but it’s not something I can increase intentionally… huh?)
Skill: !
There’s no listed skill, but a ‘!’ symbol is displayed.
“…What is this?”
Will something happen if I touch it? No one in the classroom seems to be paying attention to me, so I try touching it.
Unknown Skill: △▽←↓ ×◯α□
The display is glitching—or so it seems.
But I can understand what these symbols mean. They say ‘Fix’ and ‘Compress.’
(Was the language of the other world… like this? The student card recognizes my skill, but the details are glitched…?)
As I ponder the meaning of ‘Fix’ and ‘Compress,’ I recall talking with what seemed to be a goddess before I was reincarnated.
“I want to increase the number of items I can carry… no, eliminate the carrying limit.”
“I accepted your request, but I don’t know what form it will take.”
I wanted to master being a Baggage Carrier, even after reincarnating.
If these two skills can fulfill that wish—I feel my spirits rising as I think about it.
