A Person with Morals gets Transported to Another World [LitRPG] [Satire]

The crowd laid applause upon my victory. I couldn’t tell if they were cheering me for winning or cheering that Loftus lost. The teacher stamped a green circle on my arm. That was our second win. We only needed one more.

While Newmill and Penrin were being stamped, I noticed Loftus was kneeling with his face pointed to the ground. The defeat had really affected him.

I went over and put my hand on his shoulder.

His eyes looked up at me and filled with hope. “Could it be you’ve come to comfort me, Yarm?” His saddened expression became faint.

“Oh, no. Not at all,” I said. Giving his shoulder a squeeze I told him, “Remember to flip the coin I gave you five times a day.” I patted him harshly and then left towards the next event. Though I did wait a second on the outskirts of the ring to watch Loftus receive a red stamp.

It was unfortunate that I lost the coin, but I could not have thought of a better use for it than this. Constantly bringing Loftus misfortune for the low price of 10 GP was a bargain. It made me regret not buying more cursed items from that pervert flasher.

As a trio we went on to our final contest.

Newmill remarked, “I don’t like that guy.” He meant it in reference to Loftus.

“Don’t worry. No one does,” I said. I saw that Penrin was noticeably more dejected after being near Loftus for so long. To distract her I said, “The next event will be the paper throwing contest.” That was what I had decided would be our best shot at winning.

We travelled together to the top of the school’s belltower, which was the location of the contest. I saw that the interior staircase had been cleaned up after I had previously opened up the locked doors.

Reaching the top, we saw a fair few students preparing for the event. At the centre of the commotion was a teacher who had clothing made entirely of paper shaped into a wizard robe and hat. “Are you three the last participants?” he asked.

We nodded.

“Splendid. Now we can begin.” He procured a stack of paper from under his robes. I wondered where exactly he was storing all those sheets of paper. It looked like they were stored somewhere obscene, but I tried not to let it bother me. He continued, “Each of you will get a piece of paper. You must throw it the furthest you can from this tower. A rune is imprinted onto each sheet to record the distance.”

Runes really could do anything, couldn’t they? They were a category of magic that I was greatly unfamiliar with.

The teacher said, “You may not alter the paper beyond folding and creasing. Otherwise, magic is allowed. You have 10 minutes to hurl your papers. May the best student win. Begin!”

This was yet another test that was solitary. The team aspect was only secondary, just like with the marbles and the egg-and-spoon race. Students clustered to get a piece of paper as quickly as possible. I stood back and watched. 10 minutes was plenty of time and gave me no desire to rush.

I observed the surroundings. This high tower had a truly beautiful view of the city. Most of the landmarks I had visited were visible, like the castle and the cathedral. I could see thousands of people within the school. Many events were going on below and I had a great location to watch them all.

A muscular woman came up next to me. “This test will be a cinch for me.” She crumpled the paper into a ball and compressed it as much as she could. “When it comes to distance, throwing strength is all that matters.” She threw the dense paper ball as far as she could. I was impressed by how far she had thrown the ball with that method. Though, ultimately it was a poor strategy.

Someone flanked me from the other side and mocked the muscular woman. “You’re all brawn and no brains.” An orange-haired boy held a paper plane in his hand. He said, “Only an idiot would rely on brute force. Creating a glider like this will carry the paper a much further distance.”

I was surprised that people knew about paper planes in this world. I had not seen any aeroplanes. Not even the most basic kind of aircraft existed in this world, yet people still knew how to make paper planes.

The orange-headed boy explained to the woman, “This paper glider will surf on the wind and travel a much further distance than your pathetic ball. In fact, I don’t even need to put strength into my throw.” The boy gently threw the paper plane forwards. Suddenly, a gust of wind came and crashed the paper plane against the walls of the belltower. The plane’s tip was crushed, and it fell to the ground not even a metre away from the tower.

The muscular woman looked at the boy and said, “You’re an idiot.”

The orange-haired boy became heated and said, “No! I was just unlucky. Your braindead paper ball strategy isn’t better than my glider, okay?” He crossed his arms.

“How come mine went so much further then, kiddo?” The muscular woman smirked smugly at the boy. “Your little glider thingy isn’t as amazing as you seem to think.”

The boy clenched his teeth and grunted. His fists started beating his chest and then he turned to me. “Whose strategy do you think is better?”

Why was I being included in this? I didn’t want to get between this strange spat. Though, considering it, I agreed with the boy. A paper plane would of course travel much further than a thrown ball, especially at this height. However, wind was unpredictable. There was no telling where it would blow.

Orange boy was just unlucky that the wind decided to make him lose.

“Well? Who do you think has the smarter strategy?” asked the muscular woman.

“You,” I said and pointed to the woman. I lied simply because I didn’t want to get on the bad side of someone who could fold me in half with minimal effort.

The woman pumped her fist, and the boy was disappointed with my answer. Then she lost that energy when she saw someone else throw a paper plane further than her ball. “Aww,” she said and her arms drooped. “Guess we’ll just have to rely on Ware. He’s our last chance.”

The orange-haired boy nodded his head. “I’m sure he’ll think of something that will get us the win.”

The duo walked off together.

Wait a minute, they were teammates? That fried my brain. Why were they competing against each other? Were they stupid? Someone needed to inform them of the concept of teamwork.

Newmill and Penrin came over. They handed me an extra sheet that they had grabbed for me. “Should we make paper gliders too?” Penrin asked.

I looked at the other students on the belltower. Most of them were making paper planes and several had already released theirs.

“There’s no reason to wait, is there?” asked Newmill.

“There’s no reason to rush either,” I said. Neither Newmill, Penrin, nor I had any skill to propel our planes further. I wasn’t sure how common such an ability would be, but if someone else had one, we could easily lose.

On the other hand, if no one could magically move their planes, I was confident in our victory. The paper planes that these students made were far inferior to the kinds made on Earth. I could whip up a plane that flied the furthest with ease, so long as the winds were kind.

I analysed each student with great care. The ones who had already lost were focused on either helping their teammates or occupying themselves with recreational activities. The ones who still hadn’t thrown yet were focused on folding their papers in the most favourable way. Some had made their planes but were uncertain as to the best direction to throw or the best time.

Wind was impossible for even me to predict, so they wouldn’t have much luck on that front.

One person stood out to me from all the others. She had an untampered sheet of paper with her. She hadn’t begun folding yet. There were a few like her who hadn’t started, but she was different. The others with unfolded papers were thinking about what to create with their sheets.

However, this girl was not looking at her paper. She was looking at those who surrounded her. Her gaze shifted from one student to another. For a person to be so occupied by others at a time like this meant only one thing: whatever she had planned relied on the actions of others.

“It’s already been 5 minutes, Yarm,” said Newmill. “Shouldn’t we get started?”

The strange girl hadn’t begun moving yet so I didn’t either. At around the 3-minute mark, she started folding a paper plane. I told Penrin and Newmill to fold a plane exactly like my own. I made it slowly so they could follow along.

The three of us made splendid planes that were fully capable of beating every piece of paper thrown so far. However, I waited still.

The timer ticked down to a minute. Almost everyone had thrown but the strange girl still hadn’t moved. When only 40 seconds remained, the 4 of us were the only ones who hadn’t thrown. The strange girl was looking at us expectantly the entire time but to her dismay we didn’t move.

She clicked her tongue and got up to throw her plane. She ran to the edge of the belltower and threw her plane. From her pockets, she plucked a wand and pointed it at the plane she threw. Wind magic came from the crystal tip of the wand and created a strong breeze.

At that moment, I instructed my allies to throw their planes along with the strange girl’s.

Our four planes flew threw the air and were pushed by the magic of the girl. Unfortunately for the girl, our three planes were better suited to flying. The wind pushed them further and they reached the furthest distance of all the papers thrown. They reached a distance that was out of eyeshot, but the event coordinator confirmed our team’s victory.

The strange girl came into my personal space and asked, “How did you know that I was going to do that?”

I looked at the girl from head-to-toe. She had a hat with the words ‘Airy nice to meet you.’ written on it. Her earrings were little pinwheels. Her skirt had markings of swirly white lines. She had feathers magically floating in the form of a halo atop her head. And the shirt she wore said ‘I’m a WIND MAGE. Deal with it!’.

“Just a hunch,” I answered.