The next morning, the group gathered in front of the Adventurer's Guild — a sturdy, two-story wooden building with a swinging sign depicting a sword and shield crossed over a mug of ale. The streets bustled with merchants and townsfolk, but the 26 newcomers in their mismatched clothes stuck out like sore thumbs.
Aiko: "This place looks straight out of a fantasy game…"
Daichi: "Better than getting eaten by monsters, I guess."
Takeshi: "Bet they've got good coffee in there."
Ms. Sato: "You're obsessed."
Pushing open the heavy doors, they stepped inside. The hall was lively with adventurers of all kinds — burly warriors, mages in flashy robes, shady rogue types — drinking, laughing, and swapping stories.
A cheerful receptionist with twin braids and pointy ears perked up at their entrance.
Receptionist: "Welcome to the Adventurer's Guild! New recruits?"
Hiroshi: "Uh… yeah. Twenty-six of us."
The receptionist blinked.
Receptionist: "T-Twenty-six?"
She grabbed a stack of papers taller than a child.
Receptionist: "Please fill these out for registration!"
Daichi: "Do we have to?"
Aiko: "C'mon, it's not like we have jobs back home now…"
Grumbling, they started scribbling down names. Takeshi casually added "Fuso Shogun 510" under 'companion name'.
Once done, the receptionist clapped her hands.
Receptionist: "Great! Now, for job appraisal — place your hand on this crystal orb one at a time, and it'll reveal your class!"
She gestured to a glowing blue orb on the counter.
Receptionist: "Since you all have a god's blessing, there's a chance you'll get rare classes!"
The students perked up.
Aiko: "Rare? Like Hero? Legendary Mage? Ultimate Swordsman?!"
Takeshi: "I'm hoping for Road Warrior."
One by one, they stepped up.
Daichi went first. His hand touched the orb — it flashed gold.
Receptionist: "Class: Holy Blade Vanguard!"
Daichi: "Whoa, sounds badass."
Aiko followed. The orb gleamed pink.
Receptionist: "Class: Arcane Tempest Sorceress!"
Aiko: "YES!"
Hiroshi's turn.
Receptionist: "Class: Beast Fist Monk!"
Hiroshi: "I don't know what that means, but okay."
Ms. Sato stepped up warily.
Receptionist: "Class: Healing Saintess!"
Ms. Sato: "Saintess?! I'm a middle-school teacher!"
Then came Takeshi. He sauntered up, laid a calloused hand on the orb.
The orb didn't glow gold or pink. It went chrome.
A metallic voice echoed from within.
Orb: "Class: Overroad Transporter."
Everyone stared.
Aiko: "What the heck is an Overroad Transporter?!"
Receptionist: "U-Um… it's a legendary class for transporting… very large, dangerous, or valuable objects over impossible terrain."
Takeshi: "Heh. Told ya. Shogun and me are built different."
The receptionist sweatdropped.
The rest of the students took their turns — one after another getting rare or weird classes.
Moonlight Rogue
Dragon Whisperer
Chaos Chef
Dimension Archer
Even Usapyon the rabbit got one.
Receptionist: "Class: Mystic Bun Lord."
Daichi: "WHAT?!"
Once the chaos settled, the receptionist handed out shiny bronze Adventurer's Guild tags.
Receptionist: "As new adventurers, you're registered at Bronze Rank. Complete quests to earn money, experience, and rank up!"
Takeshi: "Do you have delivery jobs for oversized cargo?"
Receptionist: "Um… maybe later."
The group gathered outside.
Aiko: "Okay, now what?"
Takeshi: "We find an inn, get some grub, and tomorrow — hit a quest."
Hiroshi: "You just want to drive your truck again."
Takeshi: "Shogun's antsy."
And so began their utterly ridiculous adventuring career — twenty-six modern misfits armed with rare classes, one saintly teacher, an indestructible truck, and a mystic bunny.
The road ahead was long, bumpy, and probably explosive.
Takeshi: "Let's show this world how it's done."