“Trust me, I feel exactly the same as you about that,” I told him. I’d come a long way perhaps, but there was definitely still a part of me that felt that way. In Miyaji’s case, he had been caught up in someone else’s summoning, so it was probably even worse for him.

“Naofumi!” Glass was glaring in my direction. I knew what I was doing. This was all just wordplay. I gave a small signal in Raphtalia’s direction, and she realized what was going on and calmed Glass down.

I’d decided to fight, and Raphtalia, Atla, and the others helped me. I wasn’t going to complain about my lack of choice in being summoned anymore.

“You just want to live it up in another world, do you? I understand that feeling too, but there’s no world in which everything will simply go your way. If you have people you care about, you need to work as hard as you can to stop these suspicious waves that are attacking us. And in order to do that, working together with the other heroes makes things a lot easier on everyone. Especially if you were selected by your weapon,” I told him. I didn’t care especially about him underestimating the waves. That was one point of view. But when the damage the waves did was considered, that surely created all kinds of reasons to fight. Earthquakes, tsunamis, famines, and more; there was no shortage of disasters created by the waves. Certainly, it was no reason to just go off and do whatever you pleased.

He had to think about what people expected from us and why we had to fight. I presumed the people around him were residents of this world. When that same world was in danger of being destroyed by the waves, this was no time for games.

Speaking of games though, maybe that was the problem. The other three heroes had mistakenly thought the waves were just “updates.”

“If you sit watching things burn on the opposite shore, wouldn’t you think those sparks may eventually reach you—may eventually burn your own stuff down?” I asked.

“I’m not looking to join your merry little band,” Miyaji retorted.

“And that’s not what I’m asking you to do. You just have to do the bare minimum. But if you start to actually interfere with what everyone else is doing, well, that’s when Kizuna, Glass, and the others from this world are going to have to get involved—and you can’t complain,” I replied. Glass gave a nod at my assertion. She had a stern look on her face. Just because you belonged to the same organization didn’t mean you had to be best buddies. Indeed, having lots of people who all thought differently was probably more convenient. But anyone causing trouble for that organization was going to find themselves wiped out.