The morning sun gleamed against the polished hood of a gleaming Fuso Shogun 510 truck, its chrome grill reflecting the sleepy town's streets. Behind the wheel, Takeshi Tanaka, 47 years old and proud truck driver of over two decades, hummed along to an old Enka song playing on the radio.
Takeshi: "Ahh… listen to that engine purr. You're my girl, Shogun. Never let me down, yeah?"
He gave the dashboard a loving pat.
His truck gleamed with newness, his pride and joy purchased just last year after saving for a lifetime.
Takeshi: "One more delivery… one more run… and maybe I'll treat myself to a proper yakitori set tonight."
He grinned, adjusting his cap. The road was empty, save for a stray cat darting across the street.
Meanwhile, at Sakura High School's 3rd-floor Class 3-C…
The clock ticked toward noon. The classroom buzzed with teenage energy.
Aiko: "Did you see that new gacha event? I pulled three SSRs in one go!"
Hiroshi: "Liar! Pics or it didn't happen!"
The teacher, Ms. Sato, in her early thirties with the patience of a saint, sighed.
Ms. Sato: "Alright, alright, settle down, you lot. Next period is math."
Yuki: "Noooooo!"
Daichi: "Sensei, can't we skip it just once? It's Friday!"
Ms. Sato: "Unless one of you can summon a miracle or, I don't know, a truck drives through this window, you're doing math."
Everyone laughed.
Haruka: "A truck on the third floor? That'd be nuts!"
Back on the street…
Takeshi reached for his coffee can, taking a satisfied sip.
Takeshi: "Ahh. Nothing like a hot Georgia coffee in the morning."
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
Takeshi: "Huh? Message from… the company?"
He glanced down for a split second.
BAD MOVE.
His tire struck a pothole. The steering wheel jerked violently.
Takeshi: "W-Whoa—what the—?!"
He wrestled with the wheel, but the accelerator stuck.
Takeshi: "Oi! Don't you betray me now, Shogun!!"
The truck roared like a wild beast.
And fate, as it tends to in stories like this, decided to line things up perfectly.
Takeshi's out-of-control truck hit a bump on a nearby construction ramp, soaring through the air in what could only be described as a freak accident straight out of an anime.
Back in Class 3-C…
Ms. Sato: "And so, the formula for—"
A loud roar shook the room.
Hiroshi: "What the hell is that?!"
Everyone turned to the window just in time to see a massive Fuso Shogun 510 barreling straight toward them.
Aiko: "THAT'S A TRUCK?!"
Yuki: "ON THE THIRD FLOOR?!"
Ms. Sato: "W-WHAAAAAT?!"
Takeshi (from inside truck): "SORRYYYYYYY!!"
CRASH.
Glass shattered. Desks flew. A split second of chaotic screams, and then—
Darkness.
A white, endless void.
Slowly, figures began to appear. 24 students, one teacher, and one battered-looking truck driver blinking in confusion.
Aiko: "Wh-where… are we?"
Daichi: "Is this… heaven?"
Takeshi: "Ugh… Did… Did I actually crash into a school?!"
A figure appeared before them, radiating light. A smug-looking god in a white robe, holding a clipboard.
God: "Ahem. Welcome, brave hero! You've been summoned to our world to defeat the Demon Lord!"
He squinted.
God: "…wait. Why are there 26 of you?"
Everyone exchanged looks.
Ms. Sato: "Uh… sorry?"
God: "There… there was only supposed to be one!"
Hiroshi: "Blame the truck guy!"
Takeshi: "OI! That ramp wasn't labeled!"
The god palmed his face.
God: "Unbelievable. Fine… fine. I only have the power to give one cheat skill. The rest of you… I dunno. Make a wish or something."
Aiko: "Wait what?!"
Ms. Sato: "I didn't sign up for this!"
Daichi: "This is insane!"
The god sighed heavily.
God: "Alright, you truck driver. What's your wish for your cheat skill?"
Takeshi: "Easy. I want my Fuso Shogun 510 to never break down and have unlimited fuel. Can't deliver salvation without a working ride."
The god blinked.
God: "…Seriously?"
Takeshi: "A man's gotta have his truck."
The god snapped his fingers.
God: "Done."
The students gawked.
Aiko: "You could've asked for super strength!"
Daichi: "Or immortality!"
Takeshi: "I got my priorities straight."
The god sighed again.
God: "Well, good luck killing the Demon Lord, you clowns."
And with another snap, they vanished.