Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Laratoia, one of the elves living in such a forest, behind the lush, deep forest of the great tree known as the Great Forest of Canada.

It is thick with magic vegetables (mana), and is in a deep forest where numerous warcraft travel, surrounded by uniquely shaped, wave-shaped exterior walls that isolate it from the external forest.

The exterior walls were composed of a number of rooted wooden columns, curved and repetitive to coincide with adjacent wooden columns, and it was seen that they were natural objects but clearly artificial, as they lined up regularly without gaps.

Inside the living wall, which is more than thirty meters high, there is a long idle rural landscape that has changed from the perilous forest landscape of the outside world.

There were vast fields for growing crops and pastures to leave livestock alone, dotted with pompous and wooden houses.

Those houses are in a slightly unusual shape, shaped like mushrooms. There was a slightly higher wood deck around the outer perimeter of the house, and the house also stuck out to the top of that deck, and the surrounding pillars supporting the house were carved with distinctive tattoos to give a glimpse of its own ethnic culture.

Between houses and fields, a beautiful cobbled sidewalk is streetlighted beside it.

Near the center of such a pastorally tidy interior, there stood a huge single great tree, as heterogeneous as the trees planted around it.

Under the vastly spread branches, the giant sequoia and other thick trunks that are not eyes are built with a mansion that is artificial as if it were a blend with a tree.

A number of windows opened in the trunk of the great tree were embedded with beautiful glass, which reflected the light of the day falling zero from the gap between the branches, and in its glittering reflection, the landscape filled with birds created a fantastic yet strangely calming atmosphere.

The vestibule, the mansion of the great tree, which is also the residence of the elders who gather the inside of this elf, where two people with wooden sticks in their hands were confronted. By its side, two spectators are sipping and watching how it goes.

It is an aged woman who grips a wooden stick in front of her and shows her standing with her half body.

In a crystal-like smooth skin, three long, snowy white hairs are knitted and draped behind, and the abundant flesh is accompanied by luscious and demonic beauty. The golden eyes that are not seen by man are poured straight into himself, but the appearance of quietly sitting on the spot also appears to be seemingly full of gaps.

However, her pointy ear moved slightly as if it matched the movement of the other side, and she was holding the movement back by showing her gaze at the beginning of the movement.

The unique ethnic costume of the Elves coloured with elaborate prints, the name of that woman, nestled through her sleeves in the likes of that piece, is Grenis Arna Laratoia.

He is also the wife of the elders in this interior, one of the rare Dark Elves on this continent.

And I look like a knight in armor who's two meters relative to her like that.

This remained the way the game character said Arc was playing before he was flown to this other world.

Peeping from beneath the windswept black coat is a silver full-body armor decorated with detail and colored with a white and ethereal tone, as if it were a luxurious armor worn by a mythical knight.

The cloak as provided for armor is pitch-black, reminiscent of the darkness of the night, and on the inside it is like a starry sky visible in the cloak with a brilliance as if it had cut through the night sky.

But the sword and shield that you always wear are now sidelined, and instead it's a single stick of wood that you're holding in your hand.

Now we were at a stage where we were opening a distance of about three meters between Grenis and ourselves and putting in an exploration of which would work with each other.

Honestly, there are few elements that can win a pure swordsmanship confrontation against the Elves who have lived and drilled for hundreds of years, even if they have the physical ability of the biggest character on the level.

If you can't help but stare at each other forever, wave the bar slice down from the top as you step all the way toward Grenis. Only his physical abilities are unusually high. Thanks to his body, the speed of the swing down is quite fast, but Grenis flushes it sideways with his bars tipped together just saying he had already read it.

Cut the empty stick back from the lower section and try to squeeze it up again. She doesn't even plunder it but she just seems to be moving slowly, rather she gets slapped in the back of the gripped hand.

The back of my hand is protected by the "Holy Armor of Bellenus," a mythical class armor that covers my entire body, so I can't help but feel painful, but the words "ahhh painful" leaked unexpectedly at the metal sound that resonated the moment I was slapped with a broken bar.

"The movement is monotonous, Mr. Ark. Don't move and slash, move and slash."

Roger that, Lord Grenis.

I reply with a nod back and hone my image in my head with a bare swing of the stick, pointing out at the tip of the stick so that Grenis would teach me with the stick.

But I had never learned to do swordsmanship before. I couldn't move overnight. When I was lightly struck by a series of attacks from the horizontal giraffe with my temper, I came in time to stretch the tip of Grenis' bar again and was slapped in the cage.

Glennis, who frowned and sighed at it, gives new instructions.

"So now you're going to try my stick?

"Yes, Lord Grenis!?

As soon as my reply was over or not, Grenis stuffed the time in unintentional fashion and stuffed the stick at once. She manages to flaunt it with high motion vision and reflex nerves, and rushes to point the tip of the stick at Grenis, but she shifts it away in a flowing motion while packing more room with herself to wield the stick.

He manages to keep pushing it back, but now at some point he gets a creepy slap on the cage hand, torso, and head where his leg stops hitting him in the back by a tree approaching behind him.

Glennis, standing in front of him, smiled glossy when he was blinded for a moment after being hit with a sound like a golden brass instrument in a row.

"I won, didn't I?

Grenis laughs this way, and he declares a win.

As for myself, I thought I could fight a little better, but the results are as you can see. But what a pitiful result this is, I put up my index finger and applied for a rematch.

"WOW..., Lord Grenis, I'd like another battle"

"Okay?

It's good that Grenis agreed to this suggestion with the bar slit on his shoulder, but then he ends up getting his head slapped with a bar slit again after repeating the same sight several times.

I roar as I wave the stick in my hand, twisting my head wondering if I could somehow make my movements a little better.

Why is it that she and I are doing something like a mock fight with a stick in our hands? Because the destination we are going to is also a dangerous area, she is also a swordsman, and once a warrior, we talked about her exercising before breakfast and testing her strengths.

"Ark, your eyes and movements are so quick to reflect, but it's easy to read them because you're really watching them move and then reacting. And then you're reacting too much to the action of poking at the void because you're not reading and fighting the flow. He's a knight, but he doesn't seem very good at swordsmanship, does he?

There is nothing particularly disturbing about his breath, and Grenis describes the dimensions of this one.

From her point of view, who flirts with the movement of this side in a sophisticated and flowing motion, mine is an attack like a special attack that relies on physical abilities that can't even be called sword moves.

I renew my thoughts that I need to be able to move a little better myself so that the sword I always wear doesn't rot in the treasure.

With such reflection and determination, there were those who spoke of defending themselves from different places.

"There's no way anyone but your mother could go that far with that move by Ark, is there?

Having said that, perhaps it was one woman with the same dark elf characteristics as Grenis who came up to this side with a voice containing the colour of the fright.

Wrapping light purple skin is plain garment with long sleeves and long hems that seem easy to move, but underneath you can see her invisible woman-specific flesh-sensitive limbs tucked away.

Snowy white and long hair was bound in one behind her, and her hair, like a ponytail, was swept by the wind, and her golden eyes were pointed straight this way.

The woman who called Glennis her mother's name was Arian Glennis Maple.

He was one of the warriors belonging to this great Canadian forest, its central city, the forest capital Maple, where many of the Elves live, and also the daughter of Grenis, who until now had joined forces.

She and I got to know each other from one thing or another, and helping to recapture the Elves captured by humans in a way that they were hired as mercenaries had become intimate with each other by hanging out, and now we were enough to be allowed to stay in one of the elves that few people could ever set foot in.

"Right... Ark, there's no way anyone can follow your movements, but you don't know they're Warcraft, do you?

Grenis cuts back without breaking his grin while accepting Ariane's allegations while placing his index finger on his chin.

"Ark, lend it to me."

With that said, Arian has offered his right hand and urged him to come over the stick he is holding. Hand her the stick of a tree while I give her the heads up for it.

"Mother, it's been a long time since I've asked you to work with me"

"It's been a long time since I've been with you."

Mother and daughter laugh at each other quietly, opening up a little distance and facing each other.

Parents and children, but the two relative looks both youthful, and no matter how you look at them, they just look like sisters. With a life expectancy of about four hundred years, they don't seem to know their age.

"Shit!"

Wave the bars out as Arian packs his time to glide with the temper in one breath. Glennis slips it to accompany the orbit of Ariane's swinging stick from the bottom as she lowers slightly back, slipping it off track. Then he shifts from the motion to the counterattack to dive underneath where the orbit of Arian's stick floats, swinging the stick to pack the intermission himself.

Ariane kicks his foot into the restraint while distancing a series of attacks launched from Grenis in a motion similar to that of Grenis earlier.

"Oh, I guess it's your sister who's got a bad foot habit."

Glennis laughs funny as she jumps back and forth at Arian's kick in the leg.

The movement of the two is different from when you were confronted with yourself, and the movement of the two, as if you were dancing that sword dance, is captured by the feeling of being fascinated just by watching.

It's a move I can't even hope for with this body wrapped in all-body armor, but I wonder if I can learn to fight that smart way a little bit if I teach Grenis.

The way I fight presupposes the overwhelming destruction that forces me to say things. Suitable for dealing with outsiders, such as warcraft, but not for dealing with humans, etc.

In my spare time, it seemed that Grenis and Ariane had settled on the idea that I should ask Ariane and others to do something about the sword in earnest.

An arc was drawn as the bar slice that was held in Arian's hand rotated in the air, making a dry noise and falling to the ground in front of him.

Seeing, Ariane was breathing and sweating on her shoulders as she poked her hands at both knees, looking up at Glennis, who was smiling quietly in front. Arian's swordsmanship stands to the point that he can see it in the eyes of an amateur, but Grenis is impressed to make it when he sees that movement and expression that there is one above him. No, I might as well say stunned.

"Uh-huh, the actual battle is ripe and my arms are up, but not yet."

"No more! Why don't you go in one shot..."

Looking aside at her mother laughing as she looked down at her daughter and her daughter looking up at her regrettably, the other, as quiet as she was watching the game, raised her hand to Xu (Omoro).

Glennis, who brilliantly sees it at the edge of his sight, turns to you.

"Oh? Is Chiyome going to work with me too?

"I want you to give me a guide."

The girl, called to Chiyome by Grenis, offered her guidance in a somewhat tough reply when she stood up on the spot.

Shaking a slightly shorter cut of all black hair, the girl's pale eyes are poured straight into Grenis. He was dressed in black that seemed easy to move to a small height, with caged hands on his arms and shins on his feet and a dagger on his hips.

And as a feature not seen by people on her head like that, a triangle-shaped cat ear peeked and a long black tail wrapped around her hips.

In this world, with the beast's peculiarities known as the Yamano people, they hide away from persecution by the people. In capturing it as a slave hunt and treating it as a labor force, the armed group that frees the people of Yamano is her clan, known as the Blade Heart clan.

Their clan, who came to this world about six hundred years ago, was a clan that rose up and started up with their persecuted girlfriends, and the group was a gathering of the so-called ninjas, but Chiyome was also one of the mighty men of the six ninjas at the top of that ninjas.

"Fine."

When Grenis urged Chiyome, Arian and Chiyome were replaced and stood before Grenis. Chiyome holds both hands in caged hands without a weapon.

Staring at each other silently, for a few moments.

Unlike earlier, it was Grenis who set it up. It was Grenis, who moved to slash it off even faster than Ariane stepped in, but Chiyome jumped instantly as she lay it down on the ground, releasing a kick from it. Chiyome quickly set up an attitude to chase Grenis, who was restrained by the kick.

Jun Min moves and flirts with his opponent. That's just what makes you think of cat blood. However, Glennis can see as much spare laughter as he has now, adding a dangerous twisting counterattack from both hands and feet.

As the offensive and standing positions of the two were visibly replaced, Glennis' attack rolled out as the tip of Glennis' swinging stick hit the back of Chiyome's knee, causing the tip of the stick to stick into the throat of the disfigured Chiyome, slightly distracted.

"I'm here..."

Ringing his throat, putting aside a beat and Chiyome mouthing a declaration of defeat, Grenis pulls the stick in his hand and hits him in the hand.

"That was pretty good, Chiyome. Physically speaking, it's better than my daughter at home. I'm concerned about the small size of your body and the mild attack, but you're not going to feel comfortable with it because you're still growing up."

"Oh, thank you"

Her mouth, which doesn't always show much expression, loosens to Grenis' dimensional appreciation, and she rushes to thank him to hide it and bows her head.

Glennis looked at the smiling object with his eyes, and struck his hand with his eyes toward the person watching the game.

"Yes, that's it for morning exercise, and after breakfast, get ready for the trip!

"Yes, sir." "Yes, sir."

"Ki-yun!

Ariane and herself stood up in reply to Grenis' words and Ponta, who had been playing around the mansion until now, came running over and rang attracted by the word 'breakfast'.

With a face that looks exactly like a fox about sixty centimeters long and a musty body, Ponta, as commonly known as the Cotton Fox, shows its joy with a busy movement of tails like tampon cotton wool.

The soft hairs covered the entire back with grass hair, making the hair white to the belly and half the tail seem like a matcha oyster ice scheme.

A rare animal that can use magic in this world, the Elves and others all call those beasts spiritual beasts.

According to Arian and Chiyome's stories, he seems to be a very vigilant animal, but he also doesn't see shards such as the original vigilance that wild animals have in Ponta's appearance today, which is caught in the words of 'breakfast'.

As usual, Ponta winds up and rides the upward airflow with a covering between her front and rear legs, caught by Arian's hand stretching from her side where she tries to jump on top of her helmet, which is already in place.

"Yes, what would Ponta like to eat?

With a sweeter voice than usual, Ariane asks as she strokes Ponta's head, and Ponta, who has been comparing this side to Ariane's face for a while, says, "Ki-yun!" He buried his face in her busty chest with a single chirp and rang his throat.

Apparently, he lost the breakfast temptation rather than sitting in a fixed position.