SHINJIS NEW LIFE
by Gunman
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: In this Isekai story, we have Shinji reincarnated into a fantasy world where he starts to make a life for himself. This story borrows many elements seen in Isekai mangas where the MC is overpowered somewhat. And Shinji's personality is also a bit different here. He is basically a normal teenager raised in a foster home before he was called to Tokyo-3 to fight the Angels.
Co-written with Reisfriend.
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Chapter 1
Welcome to Caratharas
"Uugghhh." Shinji groaned as he opened his eyes only to see a bright blue sky.
'What the hell?' He thought as he sat up to look around. The only thing he saw was a lush forest in front of him and a meadow with a ruined stone building to his left.
The last thing he remembered was being swallowed by the 12th Angel while he was still trapped inside his Eva Unit-01, his life-support system had shut down because the EVA ran out of power.
'I should be dead.' He thought as he slapped his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming this wide open scene while being trapped in a tube.
He turned around and saw a huge mountain reaching up to the clouds, with the mountain range itself looking like it could go on for miles and miles in either direction.
'This whole situation is like something out of a fantasy game, or light novel.' he thought with a shocked look on his face. 'Was I reincarnated into a fantasy world like in a manga? No, it can't be.'
Just then, a strong gust of wind nearly knocked him over as a bright light that nearly blinded him appeared before him. When he opened his eyes again, there was an elderly man and a young woman standing in front of him. The man was dressed in a strange suit of armor, minus the arm-sleeves and leggings, gauntlets on both wrists, sandals, and holding a staff that looking like it was made of both pure silver with a gold head on top. He was tall and muscular with a white beard and head of hair. His eyes were a dull metal gray. The woman was beautiful, dressed in an old-style white dress with sandals and had a pair of metal bracelets on both wrists. She had long blond hair and blue eyes.
"Ah Shinji Ikari, welcome to the land of Caratharas." The elderly man said.
"How do you know me? And what is this place?" Shinji asked with a puzzled face.
"I am Galac, god of metal, and this is my daughter Lianna, goddess of healing. And you are now in a parallel world." the elderly man answered.
"Wait, you are Gods, and this is a parallel world? This has to be a dream." Shinji said.
"This isn't a dream, Shinji. And as to why you are here, you died in your own world and we brought you here to give you another chance in life." Lianna answered.
"I died?" He asked.
"Yes, Shinji. Your destiny was to die in a fight against the Angels in your world." Lianna answered.
"But why would you give me a second chance?" He asked.
"Because you are not the first human from Earth to be reincarnated in this world, and we Gods usually reincarnate humans with great potential to a world where this potential can be fully utilized." Galac answered.
"Wait, there are other worlds as well?" Shinji asked.
"Yes. Just as there are many Gods, there are many, many worlds with humans and other races in parallel universes." Lianna answered.
"And just what races are in this world?" Shinji asked.
"Pretty much everything from humans to demons, like in those fantasy novels of your world." Lianna answered.
"You have actually read those?" Shinji asked.
"Of course. We Gods always search for entertainment from various worlds to amuse ourselves in our free time." Lianna answered.
Shinji made a surprised look at that comment.
"And what kind of potential do I have?" he asked.
"You, Shinji, have the power to control metal and are capable of healing anything." Galac answered.
Shinji went silent, realizing that those were the powers these two had.
Lianna then spoke.
"This must a lot for you take in at once, but don't panic, Shinji. We will help you get started in this world." she said.
"Yes, since we don't want you to die too fast in this world." Galac said.
"And why is that?" Shinji asked.
"Well, we Gods have our favorites that we watch over in various worlds and since you have powers in our jurisdictions, we brought you here to be our favorite. And this world could really use powerful individuals like you Shinji." Galac answered.
"For what?" Shinji asked.
"To fight the various monsters, and other beings, that threaten the existence of sentient races of this world. These mindless creatures that most people in this world hunt for a living were created by the God of Monsters and the God of Chaos in order to make sure this world doesn't become stagnant and give the sentient races reasons to kill each other over petty squabbles." Lianna answered.
Shinji went over to sit at on some rubble at the ruin. Lianna came over to him and stood before him.
"What's wrong Shinji?" she asked.
"This... is quite overwhelming." He answered.
"It must be. But I recommend that you start moving towards the city because this area can be dangerous at night." Lianna said.
"So, monsters come out here?" He asked, looking at her now.
"Yes, they prefer to live in the mountains, forests and lakes for better protection. So I suggest that you start moving but before that, let us give you our blessings first." Galac said.
"What blessings?" He asked.
"These blessings will give you knowledge on how to use your new powers and you can also read, speak, write and understand this worlds language." Galac said.
"But you would still have to practice using your powers since we will only give you knowledge on how you can use it." Lianna added.
They both waved their hands over him and Shinji felt really strange, almost as if something was downloaded into his brain.
When it was over, the only thing Shinji could think was: 'Wow, that felt strange.'
Galac and Lianna looked at him, seeing the overwhelmed expression on his face.
"Don't worry, that happens with everyone their first time." Lianna said.
"How do you feel, Shinji? Can you sense any metal around you?" Galac asked.
Shinji raised his head and looked around, feeling a small amount of metal nearby.
"There is some metal in those ruins." He answered, looking at the ruins.
Galac and Lianna looked at the ruins and then back to Shinji.
"Good, Shinji. Now focus your power and try to draw out the metal." Galac said.
Shinji focused and tried to pull out the metal he felt under the rubble. At first nothing happened but then finally a small chest flew out from underneath the stones and flew towards him, landing at his feet. It was about three feet high by four feet long and looked like an old pirate treasure chest. It had metal bands all around it.
"Very good, Shinji." Galac laughed. "You still need practice but I'm sure you can master your powers in no time. Now try to open that chest."
The chest had a small padlock on it and Shinji figured that maybe he could unlock it with his powers like in that movie he saw once.
He focused on the tumblers of the lock and tried to move and soon enough they moved, unlocking the lock. Opening it, Shinji found some old clothes and one silver coin.
"You can use those clothes instead of that weird bodysuit you're wearing, Shinji. It would attract all kinds of unwanted attention if you walked around wearing that." Lianna said.
"Right, but how do I use my healing powers?" Shinji asked.
"For now you can simply just say 'recovery' while focusing your healing power to someone you want to use it on, including yourself." She answered.
"Just say 'recovery'? Can't you tell me more now?" He asked.
"We could, but it would take too long. Night is coming fast. Right now you have to change your clothes and start moving away from here. There is a road just beyond that forest, about half a mile away. Follow the road to an inn that merchants and travelers use for resting. We will talk more once you have reached the city." Galac said, and in a flash of light, the two gods vanished.
'And... they're gone.' Shinji thought, somewhat depressingly, realizing that he was once again in a new and unfamiliar situation, and once again, he was alone. Looking around he saw that the sun was beginning to drop down towards the mountains. 'Guess I better get the hell out of here.' He thought as he depressurized his plug suit and changed into the clothes the chest contained, which were remarkably well-preserved, considering where they had been, as well as fitting him perfectly. He realized that the chest had obviously been left there by the Gods he had just met.
Pocketing the coin after changing clothes, which were a simple white shirt, brown pants with belt, brown boots, and what looked like a greenish cloak with a hood that he could tie around his neck, he started walking through the woods like the Gods instructed, hoping that he wouldn't run into any beasts or monsters on the way.
Along the way, he kept thinking about one thing he had imagined from all the fantasy mangas he had read.
'I wonder if I'll get to meet some hot warrior babes or elves now that I am in a fantasy world.'
Looking at some of the trees that were unlike anything on Earth, he vaguely wondered if they could walk and talk. He wouldn't be too surprised. But as he looked about the forest, he wondered if there was anything of value or interest here, if the trees or rocks held any special properties, aside from the obvious things.
Being a fairly good athlete back in school and having interest in science, math and history, thanks to his genes, he found that his interest in these particular fields might come in handy. He was on his own and his survival kinda depended on his not being lax.
After 20 minutes, he came out of the woods and the road the Gods said was right there, he looked around the landscape only to see more forest on the other side of the road with some clearing and a river near the treeline.
Walking to the river to drink some water, he stopped when he saw that the water was bubbling.
'Probably better to stay away from it.' He thought as he went back to the road and saw some smoke in a distance. 'Must be the Inn they mentioned.' He thought as he started following the road towards the smoke and after 10 minutes of walking, he saw a two-story building with lights in the windows and a rather large stable next to the inn.
Looking at the inn, he thought about how would he pay for anything since he only had one silver coin on him. With the sunlight starting to dim, Shinji went inside.
Opening the door, Shinji saw dozens of people around the Inn, laughing, drinking, eating and some in the corners just smoking their pipes. He noted that most of them were human, he saw a couple of shorter people who he could have mistaken for dwarves or hobbits, and there was at least one person with pointed ears that could have been an elf.
No one seemed to pay him any mind as he walked over to the bar.
"Hello there. Can I help you, stranger?" a portly man with a mustache wearing an apron, a white shirt and a dirty pair of pants said to him. (AN: Think the bartender at the Prancing Pony in LotR)
"Uh, yes. I wanted to get a room for the night. Maybe something to eat." he said.
"Course. You have any money?" the large man asked.
Shinji pulled the silver coin from his pocket and placed it on the counter.
"Hmm. Well, that'll get you a room for a night, or something to eat and I can let you stay in the stables with the horses." the man said.
Shinji seemed to consider his options, which seemed fair all things considered, before the door to the Inn was forcefully thrown open and a group of maybe ten people walked in. They were all wearing medium-weighted armor, except around their faces, their armored breastplates having a strange animal face on them. It looked like a wolf or maybe a coyote. There were nine men and a woman, the leader having a thick, scruffy beard and mustache and carrying a large spiked mace in his hand.
"Oh, hell. Gryza!" the bartender gasped when he saw them.
"Who?" Shinji asked.
"He's a bandit, wanted by the King of Ithalan."
"Ithalan?"
"The great city of Caratharas. To the west." the man answered, obvious fear in his eyes and oblivious to Shinjis questioning.
Gryza walked over to the bar, pushing Shinji aside and dropped a bag of coins on the counter. There looked to be a spray of blood on the bag.
"Hello, Bottlebutt, my old friend." Gryza said with a mocking laugh.
"It's Butterburr." the bartender corrected him.
"Whatever. A cask of your best ail and food, lots of food! For we are tired and hungry after a hard days work!" Gryza said as the rest of the patrons of the Inn seemed to keep an eye on the group, worried that they will draw unwanted attention to Gryza and his men. And by 'unwanted', the men didn't want Gryza and his men to attack them, and the women didn't want them to molest them.
The woman who was with them, a muscular amazon with reddish brown hair, seemed to be eyeing Shinji like he was a piece of meat. Shinji was a little unnerved by her gaze, to say the least.
"Chop, Chop, barkeep!" one of the other men, named Hord, snapped at Butterburr.
Realizing how potentially disastrous this was, Shinji began to slowly back away from the group. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, one of the men in the shadows pull a small crystal ball, the size of a golf ball, out of his cloak and started speaking to it. The ball seemed to glow as he did. He focused his attention back on the group of bandits, only to have his hand twitch involuntarily.
The woman, named Brighid, noticed before anyone else did, how her armor and weapons seemed to be instantly drawn to the boy. But what really got everyones attention, was when Gryza's bag of coins suddenly slid across the bar and right towards Shinji. The boy looked shocked as the coins all but flew at him.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Shinji cried out as he lifted his hands to stop the bag, only for it to fly into his hands.
Everyone looked at Shinji in shock. Gryza and his men looked at Shinji with anger.
"Hey! You little thief! That's our money!" Gryza shouted as he and his men circled the bar in order to surround him.
Brighid rushed forward to put herself between Gryza and Shinji.
"Back off, Gryza! This one's mine!" she hissed.
"Oh? What are you gonna do? Kill him, or lay him?"
"Maybe both." she said with a wicked smile, while looking back to Shinji.
Shinji gulped at hearing that.
"You can have him, once we have our money." Gryza said.
Brighid turned and moved towards Shinji, who tried to throw the money back to her. However, the bag stopped about three feet in mid-air from Shinji and then flew back into his hands. He tried to give the money back over and over, only for the bag to fly back to him right after he threw it.
If his life wasn't in such peril, he might have found the situation to be funny.
Brighid looked at the boy in confusion and interest.
"I swear I'm not doing this intentionally!" Shinji said.
"That's it. Kill him!" Gryza shouted.
One of Gryza's men rushed around the bar to get behind Shinji. He threw the bag at the man, who caught it, but was suddenly pulled forward by the bag, off his feet, and flying towards Shinji. Shinji ducked as the man flew over him and into a table where a trio of people were just sitting and watching the whole thing.
The second bandit tried to rush Shinji, aiming to punch his lights out. Shinji ducked and dodged the blows, before pushing on the mans armor just below his chest. The man suddenly flew across the room and slammed into the wall, knocking his head against the back. Shinji gasped, as he had barely touched the man.
The third bandit growled and started swinging his sword at Shinji, who ducked under a table occupied by the lone elf in the Inn. The bandit growled as he slammed his sword into the table, shattering it as Shinji quickly shuffled out of the way.
The elf suddenly grabbed the bandit who had shattered his table, and thus spilled his meal, and hit him in the face, knocking him down.
Several other of the Inns patrons, the dwarves and the other men, were quickly taking to brawling with the rest of Gryza's men. Gryza, however, didn't notice this as he was so focused on the boy who started all this.
"RAAAAGGGHHHH!" Gryza shouted as he charged towards Shinji, his spiked mace raised up to bash him completely.
Shinji threw up his hands, causing the mace to fly out of Gryza's hands and embed itself in the wall on the far side of the Inn.
"What?" Gryza gasped in shock and confusion.
"Sorry." Shinji said, running around to the other side of the bar as Hord rushed after him.
Hord gripped his flail and rushed towards Shinji, hurling it at him with intent to kill. The young man threw up his left hand, impulsively, to try and deflect the metal flail that was on the end of a long chain, (which in retrospect might have seemed incredibly stupid) only for the weapon to suddenly fly away from him.
"Huh?" Hord gasped as the business end of the flail slammed into his face, crushing his nose and loosening a few teeth. He fell backwards as the rest of the gang just watched him collapse onto the floor.
Everyone in the Inn was just looking at Shinji, who was still a little panicked.
Just then, another person, wearing the same armor as Gryza and his men, walked into the Inn just behind Shinji.
Another one? Must have been tying up the horses. Shinji thought as he noticed the man.
"Drak! Kill Him!" Gryza shouted at the newly arrived man as he pointed towards Shinji.
Shinji then noticed that Drak had a large wooden club. He gulped, realizing that his powers, which he knew he had been using on reflex, wouldn't be of any use here.
Drak advanced on Shinji, knocking away stools and tables as he tried to get to the boy. Shinji had been backed up and cornered by the much larger man, who raised his club over his head to smash the boy into paste.
Suddenly, the club was grabbed out of his hands and he felt the full weight of it come down on his head. Hard. He saw stars before he saw darkness.
"Brighid!" Gryza shouted in shock.
"I told you. He's mine!" the woman said as she tossed the club behind her.
"Why you filthy little..." Gryza growled as he advanced on the woman, only to find a knife blade right under his throat.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Gryza." a low-tone voice said behind him.
Gryza then noticed that the rest of his gang had been rounded up, tied up, and moved to the center of the room, and were surrounded by a group of similarly dressed black-robed figures, each with a sword at the throats of his gang.
"Ithalanian Rangers." Gryza gasped when he saw the robed figures.
"The King would like to have a word with you." the man said as he relieved Gryza of his weapons and ushered him over to the rest of his gang.
Gryza briefly wondered why Brighid was not being arrested like they were.
Shinji was breathing heavily now as the woman approached him.
"Are you alright?" she asked Shinji.
"I... don't know..." he said as his vision suddenly went dark and he collapsed to the ground.
End of chapter 1.
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Authors Notes:
For those who are probably wondering, Shinji was using his metal powers on involuntary reflex, which was causing a strain on his body because he hasn't been trained to use them properly. Which means he was exerting himself more than he should have been, not knowing his limits, before he was fully prepared for it. And once his adrenaline wore off, he just passed out from exhaustion.
And for those who might have noticed, Brighid is meant to be this worlds version of Brigitte from Overwatch. Other characters from different games and movies will also show up. I'm just pointing this out so everyone is aware.
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OMAKE
Realizing how potentially disastrous this was, Shinji began to slowly back away from the group. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, one of the men in the shadows pull a small crystal ball, the size of a golf ball, out of his cloak and started speaking to it. The ball seemed to glow as he did. He focused his attention back on the group of bandits, only to have his hand twitch involuntarily.
The woman, named Brighid, noticed before anyone else did, how her armor and weapons seemed to be instantly drawn to the boy. But what really got everyones attention, was when Gryza's bag of coins suddenly slid across the bar and right towards Shinji. The boy looked shocked as the coins all but flew at him.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Shinji cried out as he lifted his hands to stop the bag, only for it to fly into his hands.
Everyone looked at Shinji in shock. Gryza and his men looked at Shinji with anger.
"Hey! You little thief! That's our money!" Gryza shouted as he and his men made their way to him.
Brighid rushed forward to put herself between Gryza and Shinji.
"Back off, Gryza! This one's mine!" she hissed.
"Oh? What are you gonna do? Kill him, or lay him?"
"Maybe both." she said with a wicked smile, while looking back to Shinji.
Shinji gulped at hearing that.
"You can have him, once we have our money."
Brighid walked over to Shinji, grabbed the bag of coins from him and tossed it to Gryza without incident.
She then grabbed Shinji by his collar, along with a bottle of wine, and dragged him upstairs. She pulled Shinji into one of the unoccupied rooms and slammed the door shut.
Shinji looked at the woman who stared at him with a look he couldn't discern.
"How good an actor are you?" she whispered.
"Uh... actor?" Shinji asked.
"My name is Brighid. I'm a soldier for Ithalan, and I'm working undercover to capture Gryza and his men. They will be here soon. But right now, I need you to make noises." she explained.
"What kind of noises?" he asked.
"Like two people having sex!" she grumbled.
"I've never had sex before! I'm 15 years old!" he hissed back to her.
"Oh, Gods! Okay, repeat after me." she said as she gently gripped his shoulders.
(Outside the room...)
"Are you sure she's in there? I don't hear anything." Hord said.
"Followed her up here. Saw her go in here, so..." the other bandit said.
"AH! AH! OH! OH! AH! AH!" an unfamiliar voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Oh, Yes! So Good!" Brighid's voice sounded from other side of the door.
"Huh. Guess she is taking him." Hord said.
(Inside the room...)
"This is embarrassing." Shinji whispered. "UH! UH! UH! OH! OH!"
"I know. But we just have to keep it up until the Rangers get here. YES! YES! YES!" Brighid whispered before shouting again.