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イラスト:恵比寿堂/ココノユ
CV:犬飼くるみ

動画形式　mp4
フルHD(1920x1080)
27分

## スパイダー女剣士クレア＝シルフィード ～打倒オークの形態変化する怪根～

　陽光がfiltered down through the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting dappled shadows on the moss-covered ground. The air, heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, vibrated with an unnerving stillness. It was a stillness that always preceded the rumble of trouble.

Claire Silfide, her crimson cloak a stark contrast against the verdant backdrop, drew her blade, “Serpentine Kiss.” The steel gleamed, catching the scarce light, a whisper of promise in the face of encroaching darkness. Her silver hair, usually tied back in a practical braid, now cascaded around her shoulders, framing a face etched with a familiar blend of determination and a touch of weary resignation. She was the Spider-Woman Swordsman, a moniker earned through a unique, and often perilous, lineage.

“Show yourselves, you foul creatures,” she murmured, her voice low and steady. Her senses, heightened by a peculiar genetic inheritance, were already prickling with the proximity of their quarry. Not just any quarry, but orcs. And not just any orcs, but ones rumored to possess a truly unsettling advantage: morphing, unnatural roots.

A guttural roar shattered the silence, followed by the heavy thudding of massive footsteps. From the gnarled depths of the woods, they emerged. Hulking, grotesque forms, their skin the color of dried mud, their eyes burning with primal rage. But it was their lower halves that sent a shiver down Claire’s spine. From their thick, tree-trunk like legs, twisted, woody appendages sprouted, not like normal roots, but like writhing, thorny vines, pulsating with a sickly green luminescence. These were the “怪根” (kai-kon) – monstrous roots, whispered about in hushed tones by fearful villagers.

The first orc charged, its massive club raised. Claire dodged with an agility that belied her human form. Her movements were fluid, almost arachnid in their grace, a testament to the Silfide bloodline. As the club crashed down where she had stood a moment before, she spun, her sword a blur. “Serpentine Kiss” sliced through the thick hide of the orc’s arm, drawing a shriek of pain.

But the roots were the true menace. As the wounded orc stumbled back, the roots protruding from its legs writhed and shot outwards, attempting to ensnare Claire. They were thick as a man’s wrist, tipped with razor-sharp thorns that dripped a viscous, dark fluid. Claire leaped, her body coiling and uncoiling with incredible speed, narrowly avoiding the grasping tendrils.

“So, the rumors are true,” she muttered, a grim smile playing on her lips. “You truly are… rooted.”

The other orcs pressed their attack. One lunged, its club aimed at her head. Claire blocked with her forearm, the impact jarring her to the bone, but her enhanced resilience held. As she parried, she noticed something peculiar. The roots of this orc were not just defensive; they seemed to be actively probing the ground, burrowing and re-emerging with startling speed, creating a chaotic, shifting landscape around them.

Claire realized then that this wasn't just about brute force. It was about adapting to an unpredictable environment. The 怪根 were not merely appendages; they were extensions of the orcs’ very being, allowing them to manipulate the terrain, to trap and to attack from unexpected angles.

She needed to control the battlefield. With a swift kick, she sent the charging orc sprawling, then spun towards another. This one’s roots were more aggressive, lashing out like whips. Claire countered by using her own unique abilities. With a barely perceptible shimmer, her body seemed to stretch, thin, almost invisible threads of an ethereal, silken substance emanating from her fingertips. These were not the sticky, white webs of common spiders; hers were stronger, more durable, almost metallic in their tensile strength.

She shot a web, not to ensnare, but to disrupt. The silken strand wrapped around one of the orc’s thrashing roots, momentarily impeding its movement. It was a small victory, but a vital one. The orcs, reliant on their monstrous growths, were momentarily thrown off balance.

“Now!” Claire’s voice rang out, sharper now, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She lunged, her sword a silver comet, aiming for the core of the orc’s being, the junction where flesh met monstrous root.

The battle raged on. The Whispering Woods became a symphony of roars, the clang of steel, and the unsettling rustle of the 怪根. Claire weaved through the chaos, her movements a deadly dance. She deflected thorny projectiles, dodged vine-like lashes, and exploited every opening. Her webs, though subtle, were her strategic advantage. She used them to create tripwires, to momentarily blind, and to bind the roots, forcing the orcs to expend energy in breaking free.

One orc, particularly large and menacing, unleashed its full power. Its roots erupted from the ground, forming a tangled, thorny barrier around Claire. The air grew thick with the scent of sap and decay. She was cornered.

“This is where your reign ends, beast,” Claire declared, her eyes blazing. She planted her feet, her body tensing. This was the moment her Silfide heritage truly came into play. She focused her inner energy, a power that had been both a blessing and a curse.

Her skin began to shift. Not a monstrous transformation, but a subtle, yet profound alteration. Her limbs elongated, becoming more slender, more agile. Her eyes, already sharp, seemed to gain a multifaceted depth, capable of perceiving every movement. And from her back, not wings, but eight shimmering, silken strands, almost like delicate, yet impossibly strong arms, began to unfurl. These were her “spinnerets,” the source of her most formidable abilities.

The orc roared, mistaking her change for fear. It lunged again, its roots surging forward. But Claire was no longer merely a swordsman. She was a weaver of fate.

With her new, prehensile limbs, she deflected the roots with astonishing ease, her movements a blur of silver and crimson. She spun webs, not to bind, but to anchor, to create leverage. She leaped onto the orc’s massive form, her eight limbs clinging to its rough hide like a spider to its prey.

The orc thrashed, trying to dislodge her, but Claire was too well-adapted. She used her sword, “Serpentine Kiss,” to carve deep into its woody flesh, disrupting the flow of its unnatural sap. The 怪根, deprived of their connection to the orc’s core, began to wither and retract, their sickly glow fading.

With a final, piercing thrust, Claire drove her sword through the heart of the creature. The orc let out a gurgling cry, its massive frame shuddering before collapsing, its monstrous roots shriveling into inert wood.

The remaining orcs, witnessing the demise of their strongest comrade, hesitated. Their roars turned into panicked grunts. Claire, now back in her more human-like form, but with the faint shimmer of her ancestral power still about her, advanced.

“Your roots may be monstrous, but your resolve is weak,” she said, her voice carrying a chilling finality.

The orcs turned and fled, their unnatural growths dragging them away into the deepening shadows of the Whispering Woods. Claire watched them go, her breath coming in steady, measured breaths. The battle was won, but the fight against such unnatural abominations was far from over.

As the last echoes of the orcs’ retreat faded, Claire sheathed “Serpentine Kiss.” She looked down at the fallen orc, its withered roots a testament to the grotesque ingenuity of nature’s darker corners. The full moon, a pale orb in the twilight sky, cast long shadows, making the woods seem even more ancient and mysterious.

She knew her duty. She was Claire Silfide, the Spider-Woman Swordsman, and as long as such monstrous creations threatened the peace of the land, she would be there to face them, her lineage her strength, her blade her justice. The video would capture the essence of this struggle, a 27-minute spectacle in full HD, showcasing her unique combat style and her unyielding spirit. The illustration, a vibrant depiction by Ebisu-do/Kokono-yu, would immortalize her as the hero she was, her voice, provided by the talented Inukai Kurumi, echoing her bravery through the digital realm. This was her legend, forever etched in the annals of the Whispering Woods.