Akizuki Sota was entangled in unprecedented anxiety and fear.

　He was supposed to use his university summer holidays to do his hobby of camping alone on a remote island, but he never thought it would turn out like this.

　The boat on which Sota boarded is now being hit by a storm. It is a small boat, little more than a fishing boat.

　The small hull was in a dangerous state, being driven by big waves and blown by storm winds, and not knowing when it might capsize.

(This is ... really ... really bad ...!)

　You don't have to be a sailor to understand.

　This ship is going down.

　Even Sota, who was not so familiar with the sea, had to intuit this.

　The barking and yelling of the crew, who had no time to spare, probably contributed to his anxiety.

　Sota thrust his canine teeth into his trembling arms.

　He had to, otherwise he would have gone mad.

"Mother ... father ...! Haruka ...!"

　When the memories rush through his mind like a runaway light, the last thing that comes to his mind is the image of his parents and younger sister.

　His heart is thinning and tears are beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes.

　He wish to not to die,

however,his wish does not come true.

　The next moment, a wave so huge that it covers Sota entire field of vision swallows the boat.

"Whoa!"

　A strong impact. The cold torrent of seawater, which stung his skin, easily took Sota body.

(Death ...!)

　The last thing he saw was a leaden storm and several pillars of lightning.

　Sota consciousness was easily let go at last and he was thrown into the stormy sea that had turned into hell.

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"U...Uh, uuuhn..."

　Sota consciousness slowly returned to him.

　The first thing that woke him up in the midst of his flickering vision was the soft, warm sunlight.

"Is this ... me alive, ...?"

　Sota slowly raised himself up and looked around.

　The peaceful ripples that seemed to be out of his mind.

　The pleasant blue sky opposite the storm.

　The endless white sandy beach.

　It is not yet known how large a piece of land this place is, but even Sota, whose train of thought has not yet gone round, could see that it seems to have washed up on the shore somewhere ....

　The island is too big to be an island as far as the eye can see, but Sota assumes for the moment that this is an uninhabited island. The reason is that if you were to be swept away, you would never make it to the main island, and above all, the land is so green that it could be mistaken for a rainforest.

　It is hard to believe that people are living there.

(That's how I ended up on an uninhabited island. I never thought I would be camping alone, but I had to risk my life in this kind of survival (...).

　But I'm still lucky to have a life.

　It's more like a miracle that I'm alive after being hit by that storm.

　The phone I had screwed into my pocket is unfortunately out of range, but that's not an option.

　Sota is thankful to be alive, but his heart is burnt with anxiety and frustration that he cannot wipe out.

　He has no one to rely on and no means of communication.

　All he has is his sudden survival knowledge and his moderately trained body.

　Sota, however, stared at the sun in the azure sky.

"I'll make it back alive, I promise."

　Survival for the sake of survival has just begun.

　Sota whipped his creaking body and stood up, dragging his soaking wet clothes behind him.

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"This is ...!"

　Sota expression was like a sunflower blooming.

　The first time I went to the beach, I was in the middle of the beach, and I was looking for something, because I found something familiar.

　A huge red sack filled with Sota camping equipment.

　There was no way he could have mistaken it for one of the bright red ones he had bought so that he wouldn't mistake it for someone else.

　Sota collected it with a feeling of jumping up and down.

　The tent, sleeping bag, knife, lighter and other survival items were still in good condition, even in the storm. A simple first aid kit was also included, and I felt like paying tribute to myself for being so prepared.

What luck. ...!

　Sota unintentionally rubbed his cheek.

　It may seem odd, but under the circumstances, it was the most endearing thing he could think of.

　With his backpack on his back, Sota felt slightly reassured and made up his mind to go into the forest.

　Unfortunately, his rucksack contains only a small amount of food and drinking water. Next time, he must secure some food and a source of water.

　Sota exhaled shallowly and took a step into the forest greenery.

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　After 30 minutes of walking through the forest.

　Sota noticed something.

　"This might not be Japan."

　It was a vague and ridiculous thought, but Sota couldn't help but think so.

　First of all, the grove was terribly tall.

　The tops of the trees are so high that they are barely visible even when looking up, and the trunks of each tree are astonishingly thick.

　It was as if there were giant trees standing wildly, some even bigger than the Jomon Cedars of Yakushima ....

　The plants and flowers growing wild here and there were also unfamiliar to Sota.

　He has no in-depth knowledge of plants, but even so, not a single one grew there that could be compared to his knowledge.

　It is quite possible that these plants are popular in other countries, just not in the flimsy Japanese picture books that Sota looks at. However, rather than an exotic rainforest like the Amazon, it gave him the impression of an elf forest that appears in fantasy RPGs. ...

"What the hell is going on here ...?"

　Sota muttered to himself as he sipped from a plastic bottle.

　This doesn't tell me what plants and fruits I can eat. Sota exhaled a small breath, trying to calm his impatience.

　Then, he put his ear to the ground.

(Find water to drink before food. ...)

　The food issue can wait.

　If it is a forest, there should be a water source somewhere.

　Sota tried to discern the sound of water and--.

"What is ...?"

　--He recognised the "voice".

　A low, moaning female voice.

　It's not far away. Someone is there.

"A person ...!"

　Sota jumped up without trying to hide his surprise.

　There is someone. That alone warmed his heart.

　Sota hurried quickly to the voice.

Ugh. .... ...

　The roots of a huge tree.

　There, a stunningly beautiful woman had fallen.

　She is not Japanese. She is a woman from another country.

　She has snow-white skin and golden hair that falls to her chest.

　Her well-proportioned beauty is clearly visible even with her eyes closed and her brow wrinkled in a swoon.

　She is probably in her late twenties. At the very least, she is probably older than Sota.

　But more than anything else, it was not the woman appearance that caught Sota attention.

"Yo, armour ...?"

　In this day and age, Western-style armour is something you don't see unless you're in a very special situation.

　The woman is wearing it tightly. However, there is no cheapness there, as in the case of cosplay.

　Even Sota amateur eyes can see that it is a product where functional beauty and craftsman's elaborate designs coexist.

　However, from the point of view of Sota, a Japanese living in the modern age, it is no more than a "spirited foreign cosplayer".

　However, there is no time for such fluent thinking.

　A beautiful woman is dripping blood from her head and forming abrasions all over her body. She is unconscious and groaning, and her forehead is slightly sweaty, so it can be assumed that she is suffering from a high fever.

"Sister! Sister, are you alright!"

"... ugh ..."

　Calling out and shaking her did not change her response.

　When he touched her forehead, it was still burning hot. The trauma is the same, but the high fever is particularly bad.

　Sota looked around and found just the place he was looking for.

　A small cave had formed between the rocks. It would be sheltered from the wind and rain there.

"It doesn't look like we'll be pitching our tents for long, .... Good ...!"

　Sota carried the beautiful woman up and quickly carried her out to it.

　He spread out the sleeping bag on a bed of fallen leaves and made her lie down on it.

　He gently handled her as if he were handling thin glass, trying not to give her the slightest shock.

　Then it was time to treat the trauma.

　Fortunately, there is a first-aid kit in the bag. It should be possible to give simple treatment.

But ... no, we have to do it."

　The problem is this silver and white armour that surrounds the beautiful woman.

　The first thing to do is to find a good place to put on the armour.

　However, it would not be good to leave her in this state with the armour on.

　Sota, while struggling, carefully peeled off the hand armour gauntlets and leg armour greaves, and when he peeled off the chest armour breast plate, ... his voice came out regardless of his intention. It came out.

"Wow. ...."

　Because her vicious breasts, which had been crushed by her armour, were now round.

　Of course, she was wearing clothes underneath, but they were so big that they would have been able to rise up. They would not fit in Sota's hands.

　The firm, mountainous curves of the twin hills were more than enough to bewitch Sota, who knew nothing of women.

　The sweet, sweaty body odour of the beautiful woman is probably also due to the fact that she has stripped off her armour, making the area even more filled with her sweet, sweaty body odour.

　The heat begins to build up in Sota's lower body, even if he doesn't want it to.

　He shook his head to expel the evil thoughts.

(What am I doing? You're dealing with an injured person. Don't think of such things in the middle of a medical procedure.)

　While being utterly disgusted by his own virginity, Sota continues with the procedure.

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　The treatment was not perfect, but Sota would like to think it was well done in an amateurish way.

　He peeled off her armour, rinsed the external wound with clean drinking water and carefully applied ointment.

　Plasters and bandages were applied and clothes were changed into Sota's spare shirt. (He had exposed himself to a beautiful naked woman on that occasion, but being a virgin in the middle of his virginity, he managed to change his clothes with his eyes shut.)

　I'm in the process of wrapping her in a warm sleeping bag and finding a creek nearby - which was just lucky - so I'm in the process of changing the cold cloth over and over on the beautiful woman's forehead.

(If this doesn't work, I'm out of options. There doesn't seem to be anyone nearby. ...)

　The sun is already starting to set.

　It would be reckless to explore the forest any further.

　There is nothing more I can do.

　I thought about pitching a tent, but fortunately there is no wind in this cave.

　Rather than pitching a tent, it would be better to make a fire and keep warm at night.

　Sota dexterously built a fire with a lighter and igniting agent, and then, tired from the day, he sat down.