Skeleton Knight, in Another World

He wears a big hat on his head and his pale eyes peer into this one. One girl stood there, shaking her slightly shorter cut and aligned black hair, dressed in black that seemed easy to move.

The back length was small and about a hundred and fifty tall, and there was no impression of a city daughter, with a cage hand on her arm and a shin on her leg and a dagger on her hips.

The girl's eyes in front of her were sucked for a moment by the ponta sticking over her head, but she immediately turns that gaze back and stares straight at me.

A clear, pale eye that looks familiar somewhere in it and wraps a thread of memory around it.

"Hmmm..., I recognize you..."

"... in Diento, things seem to have been carried well, above all."

The girl has spoken in a voice that does not distract her eyes and does not discourage her. A cat-eared ninja who meets the word at Diento's stronghold crosses the back of his brain.

"Oh, what time is it, ninja girl?"

Her thin eyebrows moved pickly, either in response to an unexpected voice.

"Ninja......, you still weren't wrong to hear it"

When she shrugged so small, she had looked up at that little back stretched out to the fullest.

"I'd like to talk to you for a moment......, wouldn't you mind?

When she nodded silently at the inquiry in that serious light, she had urged this way to a slightly less crowded alley, so she silently followed it.

She paid attention to the signs around her and started talking after she calmed down.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Chiyome. He is one of the six ninjas of the Jin-shin clan."

Her name is a Japanese-style name, and...

"The Jinsin clan?

Doubts arise about unfamiliar names.

"Gin is a blade, and Sin is a word for heart, meaning" patient. "

Besides, the girl in front of me, Chiyome, said the answer clearly.

Whatever you think, it's a family name that only seems to be a word that shows the kanji for "Shinobi".

With such a reflection up her head, the girl named Chiyome turns straight to her pale eyes and looks back at this one, and those eyes prompt her to name this one.

Take it and honestly name this one back.

"My name is Ark, and I'm a traveler. He's wandering all over the place now because of it."

"Really...... By the way, Lord Ark, why did you call me Ninja?

Chiyome stares back with her tight eyes so that she won't miss the answer to this question.

It seemed like she knew there was a ninja in every part of her language, but it didn't seem like there was a reason she was the same as herself.

"Well, in my homeland, I used to call myself a ninja about a good snitch like Lord Chiyome."

This person also dares to answer questions and explore her condition.

When Chiyome heard the answer and meditated softly, he took a look as if he was convinced.

"Is that still true......” Ninja ”is a hidden name that is passed down only to our clan. Knowing that, Lord Ark was born in the same country as the first generation."

Apparently, the word "ninja” is conveyed only to the clan of their blade hearts (jinxin), and those who know this are necessarily limited to the first generation of people who taught the word and their hometown or clan...

Then there is no doubt that when she refers to the first generation, she is the same Japanese as herself, or Earthlings who know ninjas.

You mean the first generation, or the generation after generation.

"By the way, what generation is it now...... can I ask?

"... now count from the first generation. The twenty-second generation leads the clan"

When I hear the answer from Chiyome, I get a little bit of an item.

I expected to some extent, but if there were even twenty-two generations overlapping, I wouldn't live with that first generation.

Though I think so, I'll ask her.

"And that first generation is no longer your life?

"Yes. About six hundred years ago, the first generation led some of the cat tribes that were being persecuted to rejoice in a new clan. That's the Jinsin clan."

"Hmm, so why did you tell me that story?

According to stories previously heard from Dylan, Arian's father, the beast race in front of him was unilaterally hunted and erected as a slave in a persecuted existence.

It is a rather risky and dangerous course of action to reveal the story of the clan on its own, after having spoken out in dignity in the city of the people and also in the most populous capital of the king.

"I must ask Lord Ark to help me with my work."

Surprised at Chiyome's behavior, she has made even bolder remarks.

Given the circumstances in which she is currently infiltrating the city of people at her own risk, considering her actions in Diento, etc., the content of what she calls her work is self-evident.

"Lord Chiyome, do you mind begging me, the people, to help you with what they call your” work ”?

She nodded quietly as she deepened the color of her pale eyes to this inquiry.

The job she wants me to do is probably to help her compatriots, the Yamano people, liberate their slaves.

But what does it mean to wish for help from the persecution suffered by a human race to himself who is a human race?

There seems to be some intention on her part, but I can't even reply so lightly now that I'm helping Arian the Elf.

"I am currently an Elf collaborator. It is unjust to cooperate with them here."

The girl, who was listening straight to this side of the story, did a little thinking trick before opening her mouth slightly.

"Then I would like to meet with that currently cooperating elf tribe. If Lord Ark can help us with this case, I'll give you the information in addition to the rewards."

Her words quietly stain her ears with a slightly challenging colour, though a less discouraging voice.

"Ho, what is information......?

"Lord Ark and the others are supposedly looking for the person on that contract of sale...... no?

My jittery eyes look this way.

"Do you have that much idea... but two of the three have already been found"

"Really... So all that's left is Drassos du Barisimon"

The girl in front of me says it like it's nothing and raises her mouth a little bit.

Instead of knowing the contents of the contract of sale, she came to the perfect conclusion to the name of the rest of the three people who had been inscribed who had not been identified by this one.

"… knowing where he is means knowing the character of the person, etc."

"Yeah. I know."

Does that mean there are just ninjas?

I do want information, but to do so, I'm going to help them liberate their slaves.

As for myself, I'm not stingy at cooperating, but it's an idea if it's an operation that stands out too flashy.

It may already be even more so if what has been done so far is out of date, but if you become a genuine questioner, it will be difficult for you to travel.

But when she said that two of the three men on the contract of sale turned out to be, she unhesitatingly spoke Balisimon's name to the rest of them.

I guess that was because I was convinced that it was the hardest of the three to figure it out.

When this happens, it becomes difficult to say that even if we listen to the dark clouds all over the city, yes, Ballissimon's identity will be discovered. On the contrary, the information on the suspicious people who listen to Ballissimon's name will now begin to diffuse.

Dylan used to say they were descendants of a former group of undercover detectives. I guess they're just better at information.

Maybe we should go back and talk to Arian...

"Let's discuss this once and get back to you."

"Then please take me with you. I would like to speak directly to Lord Ark's collaborator."

She's still young, but looks at those shaky pale eyes and thinks a little.

Perhaps taking this ninja girl would not harm Arian.

There is such a certain thing, but it should be quite possible to deal with it in case there is one.

"I understand. Now, Lord Chiyome, let me show you around."

Follow Chiyome behind you and out onto the boulevard, from where he goes further beyond the gate of the Third Street wall. She's a little girl, but she doesn't have to be late.

Ponta went back to the inn with her hands fixed, getting tired of long stories with Chiyome and relaxing over her head, sometimes about to slip off her helmet.

The Inn is a room on the third floor and invites Chiyome into one of its rooms.

Sitting her in a chair in the room, I sit back on the bed.

Ponta is also checking the solidity of the bed as she fumbles her forelegs over the bed to see if her drowsiness has finally left.

Silence descends in the room and some strange time arises.

When I saw Chiyome, the ninja girl, for some reason she twitched and looked at Ponta and this way.

Lord Chiyome, Kawawa is on the ground floor.

"No!

It was meant to soothe the scene, but she didn't change her expression much, but she turned slightly red and said no words in her hair.

Do you mean a fine maiden even if she looks small?

I take a small leather bag out of my luggage bag and hand it to her like that.

Without grasping the intent of this one, Chiyome had a question mark on his head, but when he took out its contents, Ponta seemed to react on the bed and realize it for the first time.

Introduce the person she was looking at softly from earlier.

"I'm late for an introduction, but this guy is a cotton-haired fox ponta. I like nuts and fruits."

As she hears the words, she loosens her mouth to Ponta, where her gaze is drawn closer to her by the dried berries taken in her own hands.

Ponta looks at the dried berries as she rolls at her feet.

I guess I'm not used enough to sitting on her lap sitting in a chair yet, it's just gonna be a matter of time already though.

When the dreaded Chiyome brings the dried berry close in his hand, Ponta's large cotton wool tail is shaken left and right to put his emotions on the table.

Chiyome also narrowed her eyes and smiled at her as she watched Ponta chew the given dried berries deliciously.

"I am surprised that Lord Ark, a man, is nostalgic for the Spirit Beast..."

Chiyome whines as she stroked Ponta's wool as she played dried berries.

"This guy is like that with everyone..."

I answer that with a slight bitter smile, but Chiyome shook his head (wearing it).

"No, spiritual beasts are sensitive to people's malice, etc. I guess it's because I have absolute trust in Lord Ark that I can stay at peace in this city."

I listen to her words and see Ponta again - -, there was already a look of Ponta caged in a berry and nagging on her lap.

Well, if you believe what she says, I guess I'm a reassuring towel position in Ponta.

Without thinking too deeply about it, I decided to ask her other things that bothered me.

"With that said, how did you know it was an elf rescue when you first met?

When I first met her, I thought about my purpose without interrupting her as a human being.

Normally it's not funny when you see an armor knight or something on that spot and you decide you're one of the people who grabbed him.

Chiyome's eyes are pointed straight up when she hears this question.

"We, the Elves, and the people smell characteristic of each other. Very thin from you but smelled like an elf tribe. Just..."

I cut the words a little and say it out, but I raise my gaze and open my mouth again if I have decided to.

"Lord Ark smells a little unusual, more of a sign. It's a sign I've never felt before..."

That said, the pale iris narrows and looks as Chiyome's gaze peeks into the back of his helmet.

Since the contents are systemic skeletons, it is natural that few can be a source of odor in particular.

Her eyes also seem to have an atmosphere of grasping something, but that could be just a concern for the other person.

After some silence flowed through the room, I heard a knock on the door of the room.