Chapter 1: The Boy with No Name (Until Now)

“To live doing what you love... that’s the only job that matters.”

A baby cried.

Through tiny, blinking eyes, Sousha saw sunlight through wooden beams. The soft creak of a rocking chair. Warmth. Voices.

He had been reborn.

This place… it’s a farm. And that smell — fresh soil? I’ve really been reincarnated...

A towering man with messy red hair leaned over him, laughing joyfully. Beside him, a beautiful woman with dark eyes and a soft, innocent smile wiped her tears. A small girl peeked out from behind them, eyes filled with curiosity.

The woman cradled the newborn gently in her arms, her voice trembling with joy.

“He’s perfect...” she whispered. “So strong already. Like a little lotus blooming from the earth...”

She smiled down at him and said softly,

“Your name... will be Meisatsu.”

“Meisatsu Kanezuka.”

The father grinned and nodded. “A strong name. He’ll grow up to shake the world!”

The little girl pouted. “But he’s so tiny! I’ll protect him, okay?”

And from that moment on, the soul of Tōjō Sousha was reborn — now as Meisatsu Kanezuka, a farm boy with a not-so-ordinary destiny.

Time passed like a lazy river.

Meisatsu grew up playing tag in the fields, pulling weeds, and getting ambushed by flying vegetables from his big sister’s kitchen magic. He learned to walk, then run, then dodge.

At fifteen, he had become a fine young man. Dark-haired, lean, and surprisingly athletic for a farm boy. He always wore a confident, slightly crooked grin — like he knew more than he let on.

The Kanezuka Family

Ragan Kanezuka – His father, a tall and muscular blacksmith with wild red hair and a voice that shook the forge. His energy was contagious, his laugh even more so.

Leina Kanezuka – His mother, a curvaceous and kind-eyed chef known across the village for her “divine” cooking. Her smile could end wars. Her stew could start them.

Ayame Kanezuka – His older sister, now 18, was a talented mage with flowing brown hair and a body that made the local boys lose sleep. None dared approach her — not because of Ragan’s hammer, but because of her explosive spells. She adored her little brother more than anything.

One afternoon, while tending the fields, Ayame glanced at him.

“So,” she said, “your birthday’s coming. What would you want your job class to be?”

Meisatsu scratched his head. If it has something to do with guns, I’m good, he thought.

Out loud, he said, “I don’t really care. As long as it’s something I can do with passion.”

Ayame squinted at him.

“I can see right through him,” she thought, holding back laughter.

The World of Classes

Every child in the nation underwent an appraisal on their 15th birthday. The priest of the local temple would use a divine crystal to reveal their Job Class.

Three major classes existed:

1. Commoner Class

The most popular. Roles like:

Farmer

Merchant

Fisherman

Tailor

Each with levels and mastery paths.

2. Royal Class

Reserved for elites. Roles like:

State Treasurer

Magic Institute Director

Royal Advisor

Once upon a time, even “King” was a Job Class. Now it was hereditary.

3. Hero Class

Only one born every thousand years. Heroes were legends:

Sword Hero

Spear Hero

Mage Hero

Bow Hero

They were destined to defeat the Demon King, who also reincarnated once every millennium.

But never — not once — had there been a hero of…

The Appraisal

The chapel glowed with sacred light as townsfolk gathered in hushed excitement.

Meisatsu stood before the altar, flanked by his proud parents and Ayame—now radiating intense focus like she was watching a battle.

The old priest placed his hand over Meisatsu’s, whispering ancient words.

The crystal pulsed once.

Then again.

Then—blinding light.

The priest gasped, stumbling back.

“G-Gun Hero...!”

The room went silent. Then—

“Ehhhhh?!”

“W-what’s a gun?!”

“W-what’s a gun?!”

A murmur of confusion swept through the room.

But Meisatsu…

A wicked, knowing grin slowly curled across his lips.

So this is how it begins...