My Entire Class Has Been Reincarnated – I Became the Weakest Skeleton!

The majority of students currently carry their luggage into the trading venue.

Most students were turned here for several reasons. The first is the need to hold on to the camouflage in order to keep the islanders secret of their troubles with the vampires happening on this island of Delf. One is simply that when heavy patrol schools are raided, they may die dogs with low combat ability.

Vampires are highly capable of fighting. There are only a few students who can contend with a single pawn. However, this decision was met with dissatisfaction from some combat personnel, including Keizaki Kei. In fact, it is like being given an extra warfare notice. Naturally, I took it for granted.

"Mr. Kenzaki, aren't you in a good mood yet?

The neckless wind discipline commissioner, who arms himself at the trading venue, is pointing his lips at the face he places on the crate as much as he wants.

"Naturally. Even I wanted to protect the school. That's why..."

"Because you're weak, right?

"Gu......"

Chiharu Waluno (Kabe's/Chihaya) was reincarnated in the colored kabe that clogged Kenzaki's words. It is a woman. Before reincarnation, in the class, a certain number (...) was extremely - lower than that princess Rin Shui, who felt it in her complex, but became colorful as if it were a symbol of her inferiority. Ryuzaki, he has a robust body all over the cage well, but has the drawback of not being able to get up when he falls because of his short hands and feet.

There is no such thing as the work that can be done in this preparatory venue, but the giant is being used to shade and become a resting place for students and merchants.

"Again, training...... Training. You have to be strong..."

"You don't have to be strong."

"I have nothing but battle. That's not even Phase 2 yet..."

Kenzaki carried the crate as it was and resumed unpacking operations.

By the way, there are a few students left on heavy patrol. But they are also more like being placed to buy time and contact rather than direct combat personnel. In fact, where it took them to bundle up, they can't beat Pawn.

"Well, that's when we're all starting to feel"

Quick, and hold down your glasses with your middle finger, Kentaurus' Saitaro Hanma (Hanma/Kentauru) comes. A man who has been gallivanting since his human age, but it's been a long time since I've been here. Sometimes I take intelligent actions, but when I get excited, I give him something like a horse and kick him in the back leg, so he's still buying that ability as a combat personnel.

"As things stand, the burden is too concentrated on some students. We are two armies. [M] Overall spec up. Breakthroughs, or something innovative, will become essential in building a win-win relationship. I don't mean self-development, etc., but this is self-development..."

And finally, speaking, half a horse began to behave like turning a pomegranate with his hand, so Kenzaki and Waluno decided to ignore it. Half a horse is not a bad one, but he is somewhat of a bad type as a less learned Kenzaki because he tends to want to have a conversation without contents using Katakana.

But, well, once again, it's something that often attracted so many distinct students. A short distance away, classmates line up the illustrations of the painting plains and the sculptures of the five minute river plains. Among the merchants' products, the stains and scratches were noticeable, and your hand wash (Mitara) azuki was shabby and washed. Your hand wash is a student reincarnated into a Japanese monster called Soybean Wash. I'm a little scared because when I get alarmed, only the signs of the person diminish and the sound of me washing something starts.

After this venue preparation, the merchants seem to have relieved themselves of some vigilance. That said, I don't really come to talk to the scary looking Kenzaki guy. It's about Remy at best.

"Oh, Kenzaki, thank you for helping me unpack"

"Mm, never mind"

Remy starts checking the contents of Kenzaki's open crate with one hand on the list.

"Speaking of which, aren't there any Mr. Kaol or Mr. Utsurugi?

"Mm, ah, oh. They're in a different case..."

Kenzaki said, vaguely misleading the words.

After all, I haven't even told them merchants about the vampires on this island. The reasoning that I don't think I'm very honest, but I can't make a loud noise out of it is well understandable. Although it is a teething story.

"Damn, isn't it all my lack of power in the end!

Dan, and slapping the crate, Kenzaki screams unexpectedly. However, it was the faces placed a little further away that shouted, so the merchants passing nearby were surprised as much as they wanted.

Now, that's the time.

Students were witnessing two objects flying straight towards this sandy beach from a short distance away.

"Hey, Mr. Kenzaki, that"

That's what Walno tells me, and Kenzaki gives him a face, too. The face I tried to give you rolled off the crate with Goron and fell to the beach.

"Wop."

"You can take care of me, Kenzaki..."

"Oh, sorry white horse...... There he is. I was! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Hi-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu."

The white horse turns his ponytail and Kenzaki turns his gaze to the blue sky. By then, already, the two approaching objects had become quite large: one in a coffin and the other in a chest. That coffin with its dazzling golden decorations, as it belongs to the original tail, is the one in the crate......

"Boxed?"

"Right."

"Wop."

The moment the white horse opened his mouth, Kenzaki's face fell to the beach again.

The coffin stops just in front of Kenzaki's face as he lands momentously from the sky towards the sandy beach and winds up the white sand. The same goes for the treasure chests that followed. The coffin opened first and a familiar face popped out of the inside.

"Bu...! It was so hot and painful!

"Caorco......!?

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stick some sand on your face. You're going to lose your strength, aren't you? Girls Gotta Be In The Spirit Of Wee Ah On Stage Anytime."

That being said, the hill-to-hill caorle, which somehow flew into the original coffin, picked up Kenzaki's face and carefully wiped the sand.

Crates also roll up sand and land, stopping in front of students and merchants. I know about this chest. Boxed leaves (Hakori/Welcome). He was reincarnated into Mimic, a crate monster. Not as good as Haruo, but a young lady born into a slightly richer house, who in her class was called 'Boxed is - Ko', but a different world transfer made her box herself.

"Hey, boxed, what happened?"

Harpi's Yuka Harui approximated him and asked, the top lid in the box was silly, and he opened it and a goblin five minute river plain came out of it with his head.

"Ah, five minutes Kawahara-kun! I'm sorry! I was so violent! It didn't hurt!?

"No, I don't care... Hey, Vero, will you let go of me?

In a coffin that suddenly descended, a hill-to-hill caor. And it's a box and a five-minute river plain. Together, he snapped his neck. The merchants also hold hands on the work and look at this one surprisingly.

"Caorco, what's this all about?

I thought you were talking about protecting the school.

When Kenzaki and Shirakuma asked orally, Caoru gave him a ha-ha-ha look.

"Oh, yeah! Listen, I'm in trouble! Five Pawns came out of the school!

"Oh, five!?

Hearing that, Kenzaki wanders around as well.

Pawn, the lowest warrior of the blood clan, but as I mentioned, he has far too much combat ability for most classmates. Only some students can fight it, such as the goose palm and the raw tail. But until now, the pawn has never attacked four groups of students in more than one body for two years.

Even among the students, agitation spreads. And while I don't know what that word means, anxiety was beginning to spread to other merchants.

"Atashi also tried to fight, but Haruo-kun stuffed me in a coffin... Same with the leaves?

"Oh, it's the same. I was waiting on the boat and I thought I'd go and help, and suddenly they flew me outside on a teleport..."

Instead of boxing in, five minutes Kawahara answers with his head in his arms.

"We could have been killed without a hand or a leg, so it must be a reasonable decision."

"But then, what's left of the school now...!

"Haruo and Ozaki are the only ones left."

"I can't find your seat unless it moves from me, so I guess I left the original tail to check the situation, too."

The classmates who listened gather together, and the students a little further away, to see the situation. Each of the classmates on this scene, a total of 21, has a floating look. And the merchants staring at it have also stopped the hand of work.

I'm sorry about the merchants, but I can't afford to just give them a response right now. Right now, we're going to figure out what we're going to do. Where we headed, it's visible to us that we get our feet together...

"White Horse, let's go!

"Whoa!?

Kenzaki straddled over the saddle of the white horse as he snapped his own face from Caorle's hand.

"Go, hey Kenzaki. Seriously? Five pawns, huh?

"With your healing magic, I can make you have it!

"My magic, it's not gonna work on the undead."

"... it was"

Then, Saitaro Hanuma comes forward with her mermaid's fish-dwelling trout bill on her back.

"Fish dwellers' restorative magic is not as powerful as White Horse's, but it also works on undead monsters. Try multiple plans in parallel to make sure Lisarto is there."

My fish sister also nodded with a serious face. Mermaid riding on the back of Centaur. Quite a painting.

"Whoa."

Five minutes Kawahara shrugged in a frightened voice.

"Are you wasting your original tail care?

"Neither am I going to die for nothing."

The face held beside Kenzaki clearly claims.

But I don't think it's a good idea to look at it in silence.

"I agree."

Ryoka under Snow Woman said, about half melting.

"Five pawns isn't the right match for Haruo-kun. Either way, Mr. Hakai will be taken away."

"Then don't report it to Ryuzaki or Goubayashi..."

"Oh, well, I'll do that..."

Baba, spreads his wings, and Thunderbird's Divine Birds give him a name. Her flight speed pulls out of the group among the classes. It would be great for a liaison role. Five minutes Kawahara sighed and scratched his head.

Okumura, what are you doing?

"Something's decided from the start, fat man."

When Okumura stepped forward, Zekku followed it silently.

"If any of Michipawn is five, the struggle is inevitable fat with all of Ryuzaki, Goubayashi and Haruo. For what's missing, we're going to have to assist the 20 of you, fat guy."

"Geez, this is what happens."

A caol sitting on top of the coffin made a face that looked unexpected and said:

"Guys, you've changed a lot since Atashi left the base."

"I guess that means you've grown..."

Quickly gave him glasses, half a horse said.

"Huh. According to the calculations derived by my clear Blaine..."

"That's good."

Kenzaki puts up half a horse with one hand.

"For one thing, Kanseng goes to get the Ryuzaki guys. What we should do is buy time with the remaining raw tail assistance. Don't be impotent."

The students snort firmly.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Kenzaki, and Mr. Kaol...... The school is under attack..."

"Sorry, Remy. I can't go into detail, but it's a classmate crisis."

Kenzaki said so, staring forward.

"Maybe I'm not screwing around as much as you guys... We don't want to lose any more of our classmates."

Whether the words were fulfilling and representing the consciousness of the whole class. I can't make it clear to Kenzaki.

But for Keizaki himself, it is the undisputed heart. Koganei hasn't returned. The eagle tail will never come back. Pain and sorrow have been overcome, but the very fact must not be weathered, nor repeated.

That's why I'm not even going to die a dog, I don't.

Remy was keaton when he heard Kenzaki. That would be so. They should have no idea what's going on.

"I'm sorry. I'll be back to help you as soon as I'm done with your errands. You're not skipping, are you?

Caorle smiled and said.

"All right, then, let's go!

Kenzaki grabbed the White Horse's reins with one hand and gently pulled. The white horse instead said, 'All right!' I scream and run out of the beach vigorously. Half a horse followed it and the other students started running simultaneously. The foot speed is falling apart, but after a while, the students are gone in the venue.

Bachi, and I thought there was a bouncing sound of air, and a flicker came down from the sky and a feather with blue and white electric light. Looking up, Thunderbird's giant shadow flies toward the settlement.

After they left like a storm, one of the merchants with his eyes rounded asked Remy:

"In the end, what? Them?"

"I don't know."

Remy shrugs.

"I don't know. Maybe it's important."

The giant goose palm gently blows away, kicking Tomorrow Kaoru Redwell's kick. I don't know where such power is hidden in that skinny body, but when I saw it, Sakuma was sure. That is the end of the physical ability that Red Well has always hidden. Even the bearers of virtually the most powerful power in the class are lightly blown away.

"Grr......!

Gowbayashi, who crashed against the wall, manages to get up while holding his body back. The cloak crept into the sea breeze.

"I see..."

Red Well, "something” exactly what she looked like, said with a very soft grin.

Soft, gentle smile. But when I saw it, Sakuma felt goosebumps. I don't know why. A chill, like being eagled through the heart, strikes the whole body. In that seemingly gentle smile, Dos, there's something swirling black.

"Nice to meet you, and I guess I should tell you. Tomorrow incense friends. I am the king of blood."

“King." Sakuma instantly grasps the meaning of the word.

Red wells, “kings" of the vampire clan. Complete superiors, able to wield absolute power by the constraints of blood. Tyrants who can take full control of their minds and bodies. That is, the King. I don't know how that is, but I'm here looking like Akai Tomorrowka.

No, that flesh is probably Akai Tomorrow Kaoru himself. Using her body, the king is having a conversation. To be more precise, he is making the king speak at the mouth of Red Well. I can see my heart cooling down slightly. Red Well's body has now been manipulated by the King's power.

"You don't have to worry. I haven't gotten all of Tomorrow's incense yet."

That's what he said, "The King” said with his fingers up.

"Thirty minutes at most. That's how much this rule of mine will hold. So in the meantime, I want to talk to you guys."

"What..."

Sakuma could barely speak out.

"Is that right?"

Shortly after he put it into words, Sakuma understood that things like mundane and angry boil from the depths of his heart. At the same time, he feels ashamed of his previous deeds and emotions.

That you rule your mind. That's exactly what's happening in front of me right now, "this kind of thing." That constantly cool, then gentle, more upbeat than anyone else, the look on Tomihika Akai's face is distorted. Her soul is ravaged. This can't be a good thing to be done flat. For a second, I even felt so horrible when I wondered if I was going to do this.

The more I refresh my thoughts, the more my anger increases. Students on deck are currently only Goubayashi and Haruo, except Sakuma. Both are handy and full of creativity leading up to the original tail. Where Sakuma got angry here, there's no reason to beat the "king” who can freely exercise the power of Red Well.

Still, Sakuma got angry.

"It means exactly what you say. I can't move. But I can't talk to you without this."

"Tomorrow, please return Kazuka's body"

"I'll give it back in half an hour. Of course, temporarily."

Shortly after the "king” says so, the vampires come out of the cabin with black armor. Sakuma, there again, made the battle manifest. Perhaps Pawn and his vampires were four. Five if you include the "king”. It is the difference in power to despair.

Ignoring the stunned Sakuma, one of the pawns behaved like a “king”.

"" King, "if you'll excuse me, my arm."

"It doesn't have to be. I'm just manipulating my hands and feet, nothing. This body is not me."

With that said, Red Well, ruled by the “King," returned his expression to the vain and offered him his right arm. I guess that look earlier, too, was intentionally made. Probably to poke the situation "dominating the Red Well” over here. I have a bad taste.

"Of course, it's not sneaky to see my beloved Tomorrow Incense's arm hurt. Do it peacefully."

"Ha..."

That being said, Pawn took out the syringe and stabbed it puffy in the arm of the offered red well.

I thought what, but Sakuma immediately understands.

I'm going to take the blood.

"Stop!

Sakuma ran out.

I have been briefed by her that Red Well is being escaped from the king's rule because he has not given blood to the king. Regardless of the detailed mechanism, her blood is essential for the king to manipulate Red Well's body from a distance away.

This time, Red Well is being manipulated, not because he gave his blood. I don't know what that is, but it's more of another factor. So it only lasts half an hour.

During those thirty minutes, we will drain the blood and dedicate it to the king. That's what the enemy is after.

"Evil Flame's (Yville) -!"

"Back off. No!

Shortly before he tried to unleash the magic, Pawn, who ran out to intercept him, beats Sakuma's side.

"Ugh......!

Sakuma's body, interrupted by the attack, rolled down the deck.

I'll give you a face. Bright red blood is drained from the white arms of Red Well, filling the syringe. Sakuma knew that human blood was a little darker, but the blood of the extracted red well had a radiant brightness of color.

Pawn and the others apply gauze to the stab marks on the syringe. It was a surreal sight, but no one laughs at it.

"Well, these are the Pawns. Thank you for your hard work this time."

“The king," he says, wandering the pawns like that.

"I'll be here for a while, talking to them. Take that blood and return. A ship arranged by Pawn of Albadamba must be on the southern cliff."

"Ha......!

Pawn and the others bowed their heads respectfully and spread their wings uniformly. No, I don't think Sakuma can. If they get away here. If they bring back “blood”. The blood of Akai Tomorrowka is dedicated to the king. Body and mind, she becomes ruled. Sakuma held his fist for a long time and stood up.

"Don't wait!!

Spread your wings and follow the pawns flying into the sky. But...

"It's up to you to wait."

I heard such a voice in my ear all the time, and the dull shock hit me from Sakuma's back.

"Gu......!

Again, the body is slammed to the deck. The face of the “king”, the red well, was right in front of him.

"I want to talk to you guys. That's what I said."

Fully disappeared emotions, vain, blurred eyes. But only the mouth speaks with a gentle voice. Sakuma's jaw was gently captured by Sakuma's, white fish-like fingertips. The other hand is stroking around the neck. Sakuma's heart only sprouts with disgust, even though she is the fingertip of her great best friend, Red Well, whom she loves.

It is then.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ripped temper. It belongs to the goose palm. Ha, and I found Red Well giving you a face. Sakuma also sees him.

"Hmm..."

Now Goubayashi was about to take off his cape. The cloak thrown out makes a very unexpectedly heavy noise from its appearance and plunges into the deck. Immediately after stripping away, the muscles of the whole body boasted by Goubayashi expanded further, and the golden struggle to rise from the whole body gained momentum.

"Let's get out of here. Huh!

Goubayashi kicked the deck as it was and jumped up into space. A kick released toward heaven soars as if it were a rocket. We're going to kick the Pawns out of the sky. I could see 'Huh' and 'King' laughing.

Wings grow from Red Well's back. I guess I'll drag down the goose palm before it reaches the pawns.

But the moment I jumped up, something like a ball that flew out of nowhere played the “king” cheek.

Guess it wasn't a lot of power. Red Well's body didn't even melt. But it's too much as an unintended hit. In that slightly lagging gap, a kick of a goober caught a united pawn from behind. And the body of the goose, which was supposed to fall as it was, fixed its body in the air and continued to unleash its full fist towards the second body.

"Yeah!?

Sakuma was surprised, but soon understood.

A short distance away, a raw tail lying on its back on the deck and falling is lifting its right arm. On his right arm, a missing ank was gripped. Haruo himself is full of creativity, but he is no less than the mindfulness impetus generated. The goose palm, held back by its force, slammed down the third body even more.

"That's pretty sticky......!

The voice of a "king” that sounds soothing. A black lightning bolt unleashed by the “king" bounced the ank off the original tail hand as the gooberpalm tried to hit the fourth. A goose palm's body falls, losing support. The fourth pawn disappears straight into the Ethereal Dome.

"Goubayashi!

Sakuma screams the name, but he is endangered, but he makes a roar and lands on the deck. The hull of the heavy patrol school rocked heavily.

"Is that pawn okay to be running away with blood?

"Yes."

But he couldn't just shoot down the person he was after. In front of me, the king and pawn engage in such a conversation.

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't eaten the surprise, you'd have been able to protect me."

With that said, the “king” turns to the cabin. Instead of soccer balls...... there was a little boy in Japanese clothes holding his kick under his leg and arms together.

"Your seat? There he is."

Gowbayashi shrugs.

It's Kidsuke, the sitting squirrel. He's an ace striker belonging to the football club, and his parents run an established inn, but he's a man who was shadowy when he did it in his class. There are three Porns who were knocked down. There is no sign of flying. Instead, it seemed to me that I was staring at this one with the firm belief that I would never let the one who ran away with blood chase me.

"Sorry, Sakuma"

Gowbayashi squeaks with a bitter face.

"As it is, Hongjing..."

He shouldn't have heard about the blood mechanism, but I guess he still understood the other guy's purpose to some extent. It seemed to me that being able to escape with blood leads to some conjecture, however threatening.

"It's not Goubayashi's fault, but..."

Sakuma also looks in front of me.

The opponent, Pawn, has two wounded ones, one in full condition, and the "King" manipulating Red Well's body. This is the original tail of the hand and the goose palm. Plus Sakuma and the four of you sitting there. The power difference is not just overwhelmingly inclined. The opponent stops this one and wins if he misses that pawn.

The war situation could be described as practically the worst.