After Myne’s absolute and utter betrayal, Naofumi was left with nothing. His already shaky reputation was tarnished. Whatever little belongings he had were stolen. Any faith he had in this wretched world was gone. Of course no one wanted to be in his party, who would? He was a puny excuse of a hero with a punier excuse of a weapon. Not even a combat weapon, a defence weapon.

Word of his infamy spread fast around the cities and villages, the title ‘Shield Hero’ spoken with nothing but disgust and pity. No one offered him kindness, understanding or even a place to sleep. The grass and starry night sky were his only source of comfort. Not to mention, since he physically couldn’t pick up any other weapon and he had no one to help him fight, Naofumi was forced to do so with his bare hands.