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Time Travel to the Warring States Period 

Another day of classes. The morning was as dull as ever, but something shocking happened that stunned the whole school: the school beauty (Xu Shangyou) showed up in our classroom during the third period of archaeology, much to the delight of a bunch of stargazers. But to everyone's surprise, this school beauty insisted on sitting next to me. If looks could kill, I would have died several times over. I kept sending her glares that could kill hundreds of elephants through the class. I know Xiaoyou's intention; she just wanted to announce that she's taken, but it didn't have the desired effect. A few self-important handsome guys still swarm around her like flies. Even after learning of my existence from her, they still relentlessly press on, saying things like, "What's so great about him? I'm dozens of times better than him!" "That guy isn't outstanding at all, why did you choose him?" "How could you like someone so ordinary?" "Hey, I know you're shy about throwing yourself into my arms, baby, don't be shy, just throw yourself into my arms!" These kinds of words would often be thrown at me, but our school beauty always responded with indifference. However, when facing me, she was all smiles. Qiu Shan, standing to the side, almost had his eyes pop out of his head. He secretly pulled me aside and asked, "Bro~ You've already got Ah Lian, the school beauty! Luckily I have Xue Xu, otherwise I'd definitely be after you!" Hearing these words, I could only...sigh. After all, my girlfriend is a school beauty; what man wouldn't want to be her prince? But out of thousands, no one but me could make this beauty smile so
sweetly. Thinking back to that enchanting night last night, my heart was filled with spring fever. That alluring body, the epitome of beauty, is now my girlfriend, at my sole disposal. Thinking of this, I felt an immense sense of accomplishment. Time flew by and it was afternoon. Since Xiaoyou was only taking one elective course, he couldn't join the afternoon outdoor class. But his reluctance to leave made me feel like I was being tortured by hundreds of stares. "Classmates, today's outdoor class is to visit the bowl we saw in the last class (Atsuta Shrine). This temple is nearly a hundred years old and is currently a historical site. Please remember, during your visit today, you are not allowed to enter any of the temple buildings without permission. The school will not be responsible for any damage, and you will be responsible for it yourself." Teacher Zhongxu gave these instructions before we left, and Shengzhi was still repeating them on the bus. But it's strange that I couldn't figure out the black crystal yesterday, and I planned to ask Teacher Zhongxu about it today. But I haven't had the chance yet because of Xiaoyou's campus beauty power, which has already led to me being dragged away and interrogated by several people. As soon as class ended, I was constantly being called in for questioning by male classmates, including, of course, some big shots from the school gangs. Unfortunately, my answers didn't satisfy them. After my first injury during class, Xiao You immediately mobilized her family's bodyguards, and a black-clad bodyguard named Yi accompanied me. Good heavens! Yi's family is descended from the powerful Sengoku period figure, Yi (湑上氏). Their family business, (湑上企业), is the fourth largest enterprise in H City. No wonder he thought I had ulterior motives for helping her; a daughter of such a family would naturally be much more wary than the average person.
"Young Master Fujiwara~ Please get in the car." This bodyguard, named Yi (湑上隆二), was sent by Xiao You to protect me from being beaten up by my classmates. Although he didn't understand why the young lady would send someone to protect a classmate, as a descendant of generations of retainers of the Yi family, he would never object to his master's orders; his loyalty was unmatched even by modern armies. "I said~~~" "Yes~~ What are your orders, Master Fujiwara?" What an impolite bodyguard! "No~~ I meant, please don't call me 'Master,' I'm just a student." The first thing I did after getting in the car was to hope that this bodyguard wouldn't keep calling me "Master" all the time, making people think I was some kind of rich kid, when in reality I was just an ordinary, unknown citizen. "Master Fujiwara~ You're mistaken. The person you're protecting must be an important figure. I'm just a lowly retainer, I really dare not address you by your name." This... this class system is too obvious. If this guy lived in ancient times, he would definitely be an excellent retainer. Since persuasion was ineffective... let him call me that, it doesn't matter much about the title anyway. The journey was unusually quiet, perhaps because of the bodyguard. The whole car was free of the usual chatter and noise. Sigh... People are afraid of becoming famous, just like pigs are afraid of getting fat. Once I became famous, even the teachers looked at me differently. Before, I'd get called to report to the drill instructor if I slept in class, but now I sleep with one eye open and pretend I didn't notice. This difference in treatment happens faster than turning the pages of a book. Humans... bully the weak and fear the strong. We arrived at our destination quickly (Atsuta Shrine). The first thing that caught my eye after getting off the bus was a dilapidated building. Is this what you call a temple? I'd call it a haunted house more like a temple. A first-class historical site? What a load of rubbish! Only those old fogies at the national level would list this dilapidated building as a first-class historical site. According to Sengoku history, this is the shrine where Oda Nobunaga won the Battle of Okehazama. "Dear students, I must reiterate, this site is a first-class historical site, equivalent to a modern-day national treasure. Therefore, please remember not to damage the building during your visit. Students found damaging it will be held responsible." This irresponsible attitude of the school has long been ingrained in the minds of every archaeology student. Surprisingly, Akiyama didn't run off to me, because his girlfriend (Yuki Reiko) was attending this outdoor class. This girl's major wasn't archaeology but archaeological literature, a major focusing on ancient writing. Archaeology is a required supplementary subject, so it's not entirely his fault that he regretted choosing archaeology after knowing everything. Everyone else only recognizes archaeology, but his girlfriend, the oddball, chose archaeological literature as her major, meaning he only saw her four days a week; the other three days were... dragging me to other girls' classrooms.
Entering the shrine, my first impression was its antiquity, coupled with the dilapidated buildings and piles of dust. Hehe~ The dust of a first-class historical site. Looking at that thick layer of dust on the ceiling, if it were to collapse, I think it could bury a person's dust. "Uh~~ um~ Xu Shang~ I think this place should be safe for me. Your young lady only instructed you to be safe at school, so I think you don't need to follow me in. My classmates shouldn't attack me inside. I don't think anyone would be willing to take responsibility for the compensation of a first-class historical site." After listening to my explanation, (Xu Shang Ryuji) thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Then please be careful, Mr. Fujiwara. I will wait for you here." "Okay~ Thank you, Mr. Xu Shang." "You're too kind, Mr. Fujiwara. I was just following the young lady's orders." "Even so, I'm still very grateful to you~ Thank you." It's never wrong to be polite. This is a good habit I developed when I was a child. As I entered the historical site, I felt a slight vibration in the black crystal on my body. Strange? What is this feeling? It seems this thing is sensitive to things around here. Hehe~ Could this be a magic gem? I've read similar science fiction novels and almost thought this black crystal was a magic gem. The deeper I went in, the stronger the vibration became. What could be attracting it? I studied it for a long time but couldn't find anything unusual about the crystal. Could it be some kind of sensory stone, with a particularly strong sensitivity to certain things or substances?
"Fujiwara~ Look at this." Following Akiyama's voice, my eyes followed his hand and saw an ancient well. "This well is very old. Look at the stones; they don't seem to be from our town. They look like stones from Osaka." "Hmm~ It really is. It seems that the people who built this well didn't use local materials. But what's strange is why they would use such a remote location to get the materials." "Maybe it was renovated by the people of the later period." Just as the two of us were reasoning, a figure appeared behind us. "Gentlemen~ This well was renovated by the first warlord to unify Japan in the later period of the Warring States period (Toyotomi Hideyoshi), so the place where the stones came from is Osaka." Before we knew it, an old monk appeared behind us. "Master, who are you?" Akiyama asked questioningly. "Hehe~ I am the current abbot of (Atsuta Shrine), but because the temple is protected as a national first-class historical site, we can only live in a temple built nearby. Now this place has become one of our sources of income." "This place has long been developed into a tourist attraction. At this moment, we saw Master Zhongxu walking by. 'Master Zenno~ Hello, these are my two students~ Fujiwara~ Akiyama~ Thank you for opening the temple to us today.' 'Hehe~ You're too kind~ Without you, our temple's historical sites wouldn't be preserved so well. Alas~ A group of tourists from the previous town damaged a small shrine because they didn't know the ancient architectural structure.' The so-called small shrine is the torii gate that you can see when you enter the shrine, which resembles the residence of the gods. 'Master Zenno, you're too kind~ Why don't you put up a sign?' Master Zhongxu was very puzzled, as there was no sign for a first-class historical site." "Historical sites are relics left by our ancestors. If we add too many modern things, they will lose their historical value. We just want to preserve their original appearance." "That's how it is." While the two of them were chatting about a bunch of trivial things, Qiushan and I had already slipped away, because if we kept listening, we might get a lecture from the two elders.
Having finally escaped the gazes of the teacher and the abbot, the two of us found ourselves in an open space. It was a rather ordinary spot, but there was a large tree in the center. "Phew~ This place is nice, quite comfortable," Akiyama stretched. "Hmm~" I stretched too. The place was breezy all around, and a feeling of comfort immediately washed over me. "Akiyama~ I want to look around by myself~ Aren't you going to spend time with your girlfriend first?" "Ugh~ Don't even mention it. As soon as I got off the bus today, my girlfriend was taken to a temple by her classmates to study the inscriptions on the stone tablets. It was so boring~~~~" Before he could finish complaining, he
spotted a beautiful woman and abandoned me before he could even finish his sentence. Damn it, he prioritizes women over friends! But this wasn't the first time he'd treated me like this. Looking in the direction he left, I shouted, "Hey classmate~ Let me show you the way~ I know this place very well!" Although he wasn't bragging, his behavior, like a fly seeing shit, made me want to punch him. "Sigh...it's happening again." Helpless... With Akiyama gone, I took out the black crystal I was carrying. Strangely, this thing seemed almost alive all day. From the shrine to the prefecture, its vibrations were almost measured in minutes. What could make it so sensitive? My curiosity grew, and I couldn't bear not finding out. So, I waved the crystal around like a reconnaissance officer, wandering aimlessly through open spaces, searching for treasure. After about 20 minutes, I reached a place that resembled a forest passage. The vibrations of the crystal in my hand became even more pronounced. I entered the forest passage. Heh heh, this atmosphere, this place, this scene—I think "a haven for lovers" is the most fitting description. Surrounded by trees, with several secluded spots in the undergrowth, doing something here would definitely be incredibly arousing. These random thoughts were to calm my unease, because the black crystal in my hand was now vibrating at a rate of almost one beat per second. This made me increasingly nervous.
As I walked deeper into the forest, a strange change occurred to a large tree. I saw a white light emanating from the center of the tree, shooting directly at the crystal in my hand. Instantly, the crystal also emitted bursts of white light. Oh no! Could it explode? No way! I don't want to die! I just tasted the exquisite Xiaoyou, and I wanted to savor it again and again. I don't want to die young! God, please protect me! But the next second, my mind went blank. All that remained was white light; everything had vanished. I forced myself to suppress my unease. I tried shouting, "Is anyone there?" Shouting at a ball of white light seemed ridiculous. *Xisha* *Xisha* *Xisha* Faint sounds came from around me. "Who's there? Don't scare me!" Just as I grew increasingly uneasy and even considered abandoning this thing, an aged voice suddenly appeared, "Young man, you possess the teleportation stone. God has chosen you. You don't need to understand why; because the gods have chosen you." "Are you kidding me?" "Who are you? This thing isn't yours, is it? If it is, I'm willing to give it back." Just as I was trying to find the source of the sound, I heard a heart-wrenching sound coming from my body. The tearing sensation made me almost faint from the pain. Was I doomed this time? Just when I was in despair, I discovered something miraculous. The heart-wrenching pain gradually turned into an unbearable itching sensation, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over my body. Then came a burning sensation of being engulfed in flames. This inexplicable feeling tormented me several times. When the pain subsided, I found that the scenery around me had changed. The original forest was gone, but there was a place that looked like a lake not far away. My mouth was incredibly dry after the pain, so I slowly crawled to the water's edge. What came into view shocked me greatly. This...this is...is this me? My face and body had almost completely changed. My handsome and delicate face and my strong adult body had now turned into the appearance of a 16-year-old boy. What happened? This...thinking of this, I fainted.
"Little...you...Little...you..." In my unconscious state, only my girlfriend's voice echoed in my mind, hoping to find some comfort in her. But would she still recognize me? When I awoke, I was indeed in a temple, and beside me sat an old monk. "Great...Master...please tell me...where is this?" "You're awake, benefactor." The monk, whose eyes had been closed, slowly opened them, his wise eyes undoubtedly making him appear even more sacred. "This humble monk is boundless...benefactor, you have been unconscious for three days." Oh my god...three days! I've been unconscious for three days! I haven't even asked for leave, haven't gone back to my dorm, I'm doomed. "Master, where is this?" "Esteemed guest, this is Atsuta. You are in Owari Province (Atsuta Shrine)." Owari... Owari... Oh my god, isn't this Atsuta Prefecture? A strong sense of unease washed over me, so to confirm my doubts, I asked again, "Master, what era is this?" The answer shocked me for a long time: "It is the year Tensho 1560." Tensho... Sengoku... period...
Chapter 3: The Battle of Okehazama .
Initially shocked to be transported back to the Sengoku period, I gradually accepted reality. After all, being able to travel through time and return to the past is a kind of adventure, isn't it? One must accept one's fate, no matter how uneasy one feels. If history unfolds correctly, 1560 was precisely the beginning of the Battle of Okehazama. The Warring States period was tumultuous; later commentators say that the Sixth Demon King (Oda Nobunaga) won this battle with a smaller force. Unfortunately, I haven't experienced the so-called turmoil of war. Staring blankly at the basin of water in front of me, I see a face that is unmistakably that of a 16-year-old boy. The passage of time has long since robbed me of the innocence and youthful spirit of my 25-year-old self.
"Master, thank you for saving me." Looking at this sacred and unapproachable master, it's difficult to harbor any evil thoughts. There's a saying that killing a monk will bring divine retribution; perhaps this saying is more appropriate in this era of war. If applied to modern society… many monks are just playing with sports cars, beautiful women, and having sex with women. "No need for formalities, benefactor. This humble monk merely noticed a dazzling white light emanating from Lake Atsuta in the backyard, and then found you by the lake. It is all fate." These selfless words, spoken by the monk, did indeed carry a touch of holiness. But… my identity… and my attire… I truly didn't know how to explain that I wasn't from this era, so I could only fabricate a backstory. "I… I lost my parents in the war, and then suffered atrocities at the hands of the enemy, forcing me to flee. Unfortunately… last night I reached (Atsuta Lake) but had no strength left to run." The so-called atrocities referred to the actions of the Sengoku army against the people when they breached the city, including robbery, rape, murder, and torture—these heinous acts were tacitly approved by the army during the Sengoku period. Although my story was full of holes, combined with my innocent 16-year-old face, it naturally had a certain persuasiveness. Sure enough, the old monk stared intently at every word I uttered, as if trying to find some clue, but my performance was sincere and believable. He didn't immediately see through the ruse, and finally spoke slowly, "Poor child, yet another victim of war." The old monk displayed the compassion of an elder caring for a younger person, his kind appearance making my heart ache. Why had I deceived him? But returning to reality, I decided to continue this well-intentioned lie. "

Seeing that you, benefactor, have a painful past, poor child, how about this: if you have nowhere to go, this humble monk can offer you temporary shelter." The old monk spoke these words slowly, his eyes clear and unwavering, without the slightest hesitation. I deeply admired the old monk's compassion. If it were me, I might not have so easily taken in a person with no way of knowing their way, after all, the human heart is the most terrifying thing in this world. "It's getting late, young benefactor. You should rest early and join us monks for morning prayers tomorrow."...Oh my god! Old monk, you wouldn't be thinking of turning me into a novice monk, would you...? "Okay, thank you, Master. I thank you in return." The verbal response didn't mask the unease in my heart... Could I really become a novice monk? I silently grieved... Just kidding, I haven't even experienced the beauty of this world yet, and now I'm supposed to be completely detached from worldly affairs? I bet my brother will protest!

The next day... unexpectedly, there were only six monks in the temple, including Master Wuliang and myself. The other four monks were 21...17...16...14, according to my estimation, but I didn't actually know their ages. However, hearing their Dharma names... almost made me burst out laughing: "Incompetent," "Shameless," "Powerless," "Utterly Killing" (my own addition). As they chanted their morning prayers, all I could say was... sleepiness hadn't left me. That feeling of sitting there chanting was really giving me a headache. Within minutes, I was already fast asleep again, and then a sharp pain shot through my head... I'd been knocked out by the old monk... speechless! Old monk, you're the master, and I'm just a nobody. Helplessly, I'm stuck doing this boring morning prayer with you; it's making me want to drift off to sleep again. After finally finishing my pilgrimage, I looked at my watch (this has become my only memento in today's society). The shirt and black jeans I wore yesterday looked as tattered as a beggar's. Perhaps it was a result of that transformation I went through. Anyway, my clothes now still resembled those of a young monk who looked the youngest at that age. The monk's robes were clean and gave him the air of a monk. Even though the fabric was ordinary, it was comfortable. At 10:05, a boy appeared outside the door. "Master~ I've had some fresh fruit today!" He was about 12 years old. Besides his tattered clothes and dark skin, what was even more peculiar was that this boy didn't have the thinness of a poor person. Instead, he was full of energy. "Hehe~ Where did Hiyoshi go to steal fruit from the monkeys again today?" The old monk wore a compassionate face again. "What stealing? Master~ These are the fruits those monkeys lost to me. You don't know that no monkey can beat me." ...Then he'll become the Monkey King... Pfft, this kid is so proud. "Hiyoshi~ You're still as sunny and energetic as ever. It's really not an exaggeration to call you the Son of the Sun." "Hehe~ Master, you flatter me~ My mother only tells me to help with the plowing every day, saying that in times of war, children who don't work won't have food to eat. I don't want to farm all day." As he spoke, he put down the fruit. "Oh~ Well~ Hiyoshi, you're a farmer's child. If you don't work, of course you'll lose your farmer's duty." "Hmph~ Who says farmers have to work? I like samurai~ I'm going to become a samurai." The lowest class of people in the Warring States period were ~ronin~farmers~merchants~samurai~nobles~royals. In terms of social class, farmers and merchants were roughly equal in status, but samurai enjoyed extremely high treatment.
The strength of a nation wasn't determined by its ethnic class, but by the labor of its people. Even with a vast army, without sufficient food, one could only become a bandit or a beggar. Farming—a very important profession—was like using a chamber pot, only needed when necessary, and generally meant living at the lowest rungs of society. "...Hiyoshi—samurai are destined for their fate from birth; unless their ancestors were samurai, a farmer will only ever be an ordinary soldier," the old monk earnestly advised Hiyoshi, hoping he would resign himself to his fate and return to help his mother with the farm work. In truth, Hiyoshi's mother had secretly asked the master to guide Hiyoshi, who constantly dreamed of becoming a samurai. "Master~ What you can't see isn't necessarily unattainable~ What you can't obtain isn't necessarily impossible~ Perhaps my goal is distant, but I believe I am a child of the sun." Hearing this, I was a little shocked. This boy was only a few years old, yet his mind was so clear. It was hard to imagine that he was just a boy. The first part sounded very ambitious and idealistic, but the last part... I won't comment. However, seeing his confident look, I didn't want to disappoint him, so I spoke up, "Hello, little brother Hiyoshi." As I spoke, the boy Hiyoshi noticed my presence and looked at me curiously. "Eh~ Master, why does this little monk still have hair?" Curious Hiyoshi ran to my side and touched my hair... You brat... "Hiyoshi~ Don't be rude~ This young benefactor is not a monk, just temporarily staying here..." After the old monk finished speaking, he realized that Hiyoshi didn't know how to address me. Seeing this, I immediately spoke up, "I am Fujiwara." Shang expressed his gratitude and then turned to continue lecturing Hiyoshi... Of course, I had no interest in listening to the old monk's sermons... So, "Little brother Hiyoshi~ I heard you beat the monkeys~ Take me to see where those monkeys are so I can see them!" Hiyoshi, who must be dragged around for sermons every day, excitedly grabbed my hand and shouted, "Okay~ Brother Fujiwara~ I'll take you right away~ Old monk~ I don't want to listen to your sermons anymore!" He ran away at a speed that could be described as an escape... It seems like this kind of sermon is a daily occurrence for this young Hiyoshi...
"Hahaha~~ Hahaha~~ Brother Fujiwara~ You didn't even see the old monk's green face!" Hiyoshi laughed happily, playfully rubbing the ground. "Little brother Hiyoshi~ Actually, I'm also one of the victims who suffered greatly." After saying that, they both sighed at the same time. Alas, the term "going with the flow" truly describes the two of us. And so, my first friend in the Warring States period, little brother Hiyoshi, was formed in this atmosphere. Perhaps we were both just teenagers and equally mischievous... When I was little, I was... quite naughty. I never imagined that this Hiyoshi would become the one who unified the country (Toyotomi Hideyoshi). But of course, I couldn't know that now, after all, we were still just little brats. As time passed, I unknowingly spent a month in the temple, according to real-world time. The famous Battle of Okehazama was taking place around the time of autumn. Just as autumn was approaching, I was preparing for winter with the monks. However, I witnessed a moment in history. The sound of hooves was particularly loud in the quiet night. "Men! Dismount! Prepare food! How can we fight without food? Men, get to work!" Suddenly, an armored warrior on a fine horse galloped across the open space outside the temple, gesturing to his men. "Report!" came a rapid hoofbeat. "Report! Report! My lord! The enemy... the enemy has broken through (Nezu Fortress)! Lord (Sasuke)..." "Katsushige Kuma~~ Unfortunately~~ He's been killed in action!" The man, clearly seriously wounded, desperately ran to report the battle. The retainers beside him were all shocked. "This~~ My lord~~ Please move him to (Washizu Fortress)~ We swear to cover the rear!" One of the middle-aged military retainers immediately suggested. However, the lord remained unmoved. "Send the order~~~" he shouted, and a knight beside him immediately ran to the lord's side. "Send word to Washizu Fortress that I am about to send 5,000 reinforcements and ask them to hold out for a moment." The "moment" meant one hour. "Men, follow me into the temple." The monks in the temple, including myself, had already been awakened by the sound of hooves. Master Muryo immediately spoke upon seeing the samurai, "My lord, we are the only ones left in this temple. In this time of war, we beg you to spare these unrelated people." His sharp eyes sent chills down one's spine, and his piercing gaze made one tremble with fear. Even Master Muryo couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat under such sharp eyes. Then the samurai suddenly said, "Master, you misunderstand. The battle report just now was extremely unfavorable to us. We came to the temple to pray for victory." "No way, if that's the case, this old monk will also perform a ritual, hoping for your success in the war." After saying that, he ordered the three young monks, Mukuri, Mukushō, and Muksha, to take the ritual implements and other ritual items. The ritual began naturally in less than a quarter of an hour, but the warrior sat quietly with his eyes closed at the foot of the execution ground.
A moment passed; in real-world time, it should be around 3:37 AM. "Report! Urgent report!" A hurried voice immediately broke the final prayer of the ritual. "Report! Report! Lord! Lord! The enemy's Mikawa vanguard—the Matsudaira clan—Motoyasu, leading 12,000 Imagawa vanguard troops, has launched a fierce attack on Washizu Fortress. Friendly forces have suffered heavy losses. We urgently request reinforcements! Enemy generals and samurai—(Tsunabe Suruga-no-kami Masatsuna) and (Tsunabe Oribe Masamoto-no-nobu)—along with Mikawa and Imagawa generals, totaling 25 people..." Intelligence often arrives... The outcome of a war hinges on the intelligence network this general possesses. After hearing this chilling report, the general remained unmoved, sitting quietly in the execution ground. Suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes. "You over there~" I was genuinely startled because his finger was pointing at me. "Uh... sir..." Faced with his sharp gaze, I could only stammer. "Don't be afraid, little one. I just want to ask how familiar you are with the roads around here." His sharp gaze softened, easing my pressure considerably, but I was already drenched in sweat. So I replied, "My lord, my familiarity with the roads around here is only so-so." Hearing my answer, the samurai silently gazed at the execution ground ahead. Two minutes later, he asked again, "Then what roads do you know?" "Uh...my lord...as far as I know, there are two roads here. One leads to the first fortified outpost on the border of Owari Province (Washizu), and the other leads to the border of Owari Province (Nezu)." Hearing my answer, the samurai's expression didn't change much; he continued to silently gaze at the execution ground. I, of course, understood the samurai's thoughts. From an outsider's perspective, both roads were essentially suppressed by the enemy army; a breakout would only result in total annihilation. Therefore, based on the current situation, the only option was to locate the enemy general and launch a surprise attack. Unfortunately, the intelligence didn't yet pinpoint the enemy general's location, and moreover, no one knew the surrounding geography. Time began to slip away again, and a growing tension enveloped everyone present.
"Report!" Half an hour later, another battle report arrived: "My lord! The enemy has captured Washizu Fortress! The defender has committed suicide!" It was another tense battle report. Upon hearing this, the samurai beside the lord turned pale. One samurai even rushed forward desperately, "My lord! My lord! Please retreat to Owari (Kiyosu Castle)! We are willing to die to protect you and help you break through the siege!" "My lord! Please retreat!" With this cry, almost every samurai present knelt down and begged the lord to retreat. Seeing his subordinates so impatient, the lord's expression grew increasingly hostile. He looked as if he might draw his sword and kill his retainers at any moment. The actual time was 4:10 AM. Finally, at this moment, the composed samurai drew his sword (Hase Munechika) and forcefully chopped off the corner of the table. "You all~ are trying to persuade me to retreat~ so let this table stand~ the outcome is not yet clear~ the fallen generals have not yet been claimed~ to retreat now and become a laughing stock for the world~ I~~ (Oda Kazusa no Nobunaga)~ would rather die on the battlefield than be a coward." Just as I had guessed, this samurai was the legendary Sengoku warlord (Oda Nobunaga). From the moment he entered the temple, I felt his imposing presence. As dawn approached—it was 5:10 AM in real life—a figure suddenly appeared beside Nobunaga. Without turning his head, Nobunaga said, "Masatuna, where is the enemy's commander-in-chief?" The highly skilled ninja (Yanagi no Masatuna) was startled. He considered himself a master, but his lord knew of his presence without even turning his head. In the ninja world, skillful concealment was a source of pride. He wasn't upset, though; if Nobunaga hadn't been so skilled, he wouldn't have willingly served him. "Reporting to my lord, the enemy's commander-in-chief (Imagawa Yoshimoto) is currently encamped at (Okehazama)." Upon hearing this, Nobunaga's face gradually brightened. Knowing the enemy commander-in-chief was equivalent to knowing the enemy's leader. Everyone knew the principle of capturing the leader first, so Sengoku generals generally wouldn't reveal their headquarters' location. "How many troops are stationed here?" "Reporting to you, my lord, according to our reconnaissance at the time, there are currently 7,000 troops stationed here, including generals and samurai such as Asahina Tōtōmi no Yasunori and Asahina no Shinobu." "Is the information accurate?" "My lord, please rest assured, this information comes from local residents offering sacrifices and praying for the safety of their families." In the Sengoku period, weak and powerful clans would offer sacrifices or gifts to become vassals of powerful states. The sacrifices came in many forms, even including women, precious swords, gold, and common currency (copper coins), etc. The gifts were varied and numerous. "Good! This achievement is equivalent to capturing more than a hundred enemy generals," Nobunaga praised me highly. Suddenly, he turned to look at me and asked, "Young man, do you know anyone nearby who is more familiar with the terrain than you?" "My lord, I have a friend named Hiyoshi who is a good friend of mine. He is more familiar with the terrain than I am." Hearing this important news, Nobunaga was obviously excited and immediately asked, "Where is your friend now?" "My lord, my friend Hiyoshi is in the border of Owari Province (Nagoya)." Upon hearing this, Nobunaga immediately shouted, "Send word to two people!" The messenger knight who knew his call immediately knelt down in front of him. "Little friend, I'll send these two men to take you to your friend. I hope you can bring him here immediately." And so, I rode ahead of a knight, galloping towards Owari (Nagoya). Along the way, many defeated deserters were running amok. The most obvious were soldiers with Oda clan banners on their backs, being chased by soldiers with Imagawa clan banners. These soldiers weren't in a hurry to kill them; they let them run until someone couldn't run anymore, then stabbed them in the back. Several houses echoed with the screams of women, and fields were burned everywhere. The entire 10-mile stretch from Atsuta Shrine to Washizu Fortress had been ravaged by war; the merciless war had destroyed countless homes. My heart was filled with profound emotions.
Just as we were approaching the border of Owari Province (Nagono), a large number of Mikawa banners suddenly appeared ahead, completely surrounding Nagono. It seemed the battle had extended here... Thinking of this, I began to worry about Hiyoshi, a civilian. He was my first friend in this era, and I didn't want to see him get into trouble. So I immediately said to the two messenger knights, "Brother Samurai, there are enemies ahead. Let's put our horses in a secluded place." "Kid, your suggestion is good, but if we lose our horses and are discovered by the enemy, it will be too late to escape." What an idiot samurai. In this situation, of course we should use a feigned attack. There are a lot of corpses on the road; finding the armor of three Imagawa soldiers shouldn't be difficult. Besides, the soldiers all look pretty much the same; unless someone is really observant, it should be hard for them to recognize our whereabouts. "Samurai brothers~ there's a small group over there." At this moment, the two samurai had already cleverly hidden in the roadside bushes. Holding my breath, I silently watched their movements. Just then, I realized something was wrong, because the enemy soldiers would often fire two or three shots into the bushes to confirm no one was hiding there. "Samurai brothers~ wait, you two don't come out." The two samurai nodded, but didn't understand why I told them not to come out. As the soldiers' search progressed, they were almost at our hiding place. I got up and stepped out. "Who~~" The other side looked at me warily. "Uh~~ Samurai sir~~ please don't kill me~~ I'm just a lowly commoner." A captain stepped out from among the soldiers. "Kid~ wandering around here, don't you want to live?" "Samurai sir, sir~ your skills are unparalleled, I'm just a traveling ascetic monk. I wanted to find a place to rest while traveling to the temples of Owari." "Most monks are monastics, but during the Warring States period, there was a type of monk called ascetic monks, or penitent monks. Among them were people like me who practiced asceticism while still keeping their hair. However, they were also the most vulnerable to being killed by samurai from various countries as spies. 'Captain, this kid might be a spy,' a sneaky little soldier asked. 'Idiot, would a spy be a child?' The captain was clearly in a bad mood. 'Listen up, kid, I'm in a good mood. Owari is currently facing war. If you're smart, kowtow a few times to us. If we're in a good mood, we'll let you go.' These low-ranking soldiers didn't seem like good people either; they looked like cowards who bullied the weak. Without thinking, I immediately kowtowed. 'Samurai sir, you're a peerless warrior. This kid was blind to have stumbled upon you. I'm so sorry.' 'Hahaha~~ Captain, this kid is interesting.' The soldiers were clearly pleased with my actions."
"Haha~~ Little brat, you know your stuff, I'm in a good mood~ Go on your way~ Remember not to run away from here again~ A lot of people die inexplicably these days," the captain said, then punched me in the face... Damn it... Don't ever fall into my hands again. At that moment, two messenger samurai came out. "Kid, your behavior is a disgrace to men," the other said. "Don't do such shameless things like samurai valuing honor more than their own lives again. I'd rather fight them to the death than beg for mercy."... They want me to instill my values in them... I think I'll give up. In my mind, once someone dies, there's no chance for revenge. Even if you suffer humiliation, you can always find a way back someday. But if you die, you lose even the chance for revenge, so I could only remain silent. After remounting, we arrived at a house. There were signs of a struggle; an Imagawa soldier had plunged a samurai sword into the body of an Oda soldier, but his head was missing. He was probably beheaded by other Oda soldiers after killing the Oda soldier. After searching for a while, we finally found three Imagawa soldiers of similar size to the three of us. Out of modern respect for the dead, I silently bowed a few times to one of the Imagawa soldiers, who was similar in build to me, and began stripping him of his armor. Looking at the naked corpse, I felt uneasy, so I used the remaining strips of cloth to wrap his vital parts. Wearing these soldiers' armor immediately satisfied my desire to wear samurai armor. Touching the thin armor on my chest and hearing the clanging of the metal plates... *clack clack clack*—the sound of armor I only experienced in video games—came vividly before my eyes. After about a minute of ecstasy, I turned to the two messenger samurai and said, "Samurai brothers, now we can only walk to (Nagoya)." "I say, kid, your method is good, but if friendly forces encounter us, they'll just draw their swords and attack," the other said. "That's right, it's easy to die by our own side this way..." I didn't have time to... Thinking about all this, all I could think about was Hiyoshi's safety, and I felt I had to sneak in (Nagono) as quickly as possible. "Samurai brother, there's no time to think about these details right now. We just need to find a way to get into (Nagono)." The two samurai thought for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, kid, you're right. Let's go. If we really run into friendly forces, we can only try to explain." Another said, "If we really have to fight each other with swords drawn, I don't think that would feel good." "Well, there's no other way. We still have to carry out our lord's orders. If we accidentally hurt our own people afterward, we can only let our lord punish us." So we slowly moved towards (Nagono).
Somewhere in (Nagono), Hiyoshi was hiding in a house with his mother. "Mother, will (Nagono) be captured?" Hiyoshi's anxious face was the same as everyone else's. Hiyoshi's mother nodded apologetically to those around her, because saying such things at this time would not only make everyone more uneasy but also lower morale. With the siege battles turning into defensive sieges, these battles became a contest of endurance and sustenance; whoever had enough food had a greater chance of winning. During battles, civilians would typically seek refuge in settlements near the city. However, the civilians had to provide food to the soldiers. The able-bodied farmers naturally became soldiers, while women and children performed logistical work in the settlements. Women cooked for the soldiers at the front, and children filled their water jugs. "Don't talk nonsense, little one~ (Nagono) has Lord (Hayashi Sado-no-kami Michikatsu) stationed here, and Oda's greatest warrior (Shibata Gonrokuchi-ie) is here too, so don't worry about those problems," Hiyoshi listened to his mother's narration, and gradually, his young heart yearned even more to be a samurai, so he could protect everyone's safety.
As they walked, they gradually drew closer to the castle walls. They were surrounded by soldiers bearing the banners of Mikawa and some Imagawa soldiers. The siege was underway at 6:06 AM, nearly dawn. Many houses near the castle walls had been occupied by Imagawa and Mikawa soldiers, including some civilians who had been detained for not being able to escape into the city. Not far from the army of Imagawa's general (Tsunabe Suruga-no-kami Masatsuna), they heard the weeping of women, many of whom were ordinary civilians. Following the sounds, I witnessed the atrocities committed by some Imagawa soldiers. "Heh heh~ This Owari woman's slutty appearance is giving me such a thrill!" An Imagawa soldier, spewing vulgarities, emerged from a house. Inside, a group sex act was unfolding. We, hiding in a corner, watched with rage. These Imagawa soldiers, to indulge their wartime tension, were raping Owari farm girls right in front of the enemy. But what followed made me draw my sword and kill a soldier, for I saw a familiar face—Hiyoshi's sister. Shock! The startling sounds of fighting naturally attracted many soldiers. Knowing their whereabouts had been exposed, the 20-year-old (Akiku) Hiyoshi's sister turned and ran. The commotion behind her grew louder and louder, with soldiers even shouting, "Spy! Brothers, spy!" Immediately, many soldiers drew their swords and gave chase. The two samurai were clearly very skilled; none of the soldiers surrounding them could harm them. The flashing blades created a dense, impenetrable barrier, exuding an aura of invincibility. Unfortunately, the commotion did not subside. More and more soldiers emerged from the civil defense ranks, wielding broadswords and spears, and approached us. Fighting and retreating, we reached the gates of Nagoya Castle. Looking at the ever-growing number of soldiers, I was almost in despair. But the two messenger samurai's faces grew even more resolute, protecting me and (Akiku) with the spirit of a samurai. As the fighting progressed, wounds began to appear on the two messenger samurai's bodies. Even the strongest person's strength eventually runs out. At that moment, the castle gates opened, and a mounted samurai shouted... "Oda's First Samurai (Shibata Gonrokuchi) apologizes!" With this shout, the soldiers behind him roared in unison, "Oda First Army, Shibata Assault Team! Kill!" The Imagawa soldiers' faces paled. A quick-thinking soldier immediately ordered his comrades to alert their allies. Facing two hundred Imagawa soldiers, the Shibata Assault Team was a killing machine. A knight wielding a fiery red tassel spear pierced through an Imagawa soldier, then plunged it into a second. The battle was over in just two minutes. It was a one-sided rout; the Imagawa soldiers, their morale shattered, began to flee. At that moment, the battle horn sounded, and a shout no less powerful than Shibata's rang out: "The Mikawa samurai (Okubo Tadayo) have been disrespectful!" From the other side of the castle gate came the enemy commander's cry, followed by the soldiers shouting their battle cries: "Matsudaira Fourth Army, Okubo Unit, charge! Kill!" This force of approximately five hundred Mikawa samurai was entirely armed with long spears. Long spearmen are always at a disadvantage against cavalry, but when both sides are enraged, they often... With the outcome of the battle now a stalemate, the once invincible Shibata assault team began to suffer casualties in close combat. Many Mikawa soldiers braced their lances against the muddy ground in front of them, ensuring that any cavalry charge would inevitably collide with these lances. Some knights, with excessive momentum, were even impaled along with their horses. Seeing his men being constantly worn down, Shibata's team gradually began to feel the strain. "Bang... bang... bang..." came the sound of cannon fire from the defenders. "(Hayashi Sado no Kami Michikatsu) Excuse me," came the voice of his military fan. With a flick of his wrist, he commanded, "Oda arquebusiers! Fire!" Immediately, gunfire erupted, and many Mikawa and Imagawa soldiers were struck. "Damn it! Archers! Fire! Shoot down those with guns!" (Okubo Tadayo) immediately dispatched his hundred archers to fire upon the castle. In just five minutes of close combat, the strength of both armies was revealed. The retreat horn sounded, and the Oda soldiers began to withdraw into the castle. The fierce general (Shibata Gonrokuchi) also abandoned his pursuit, cutting down several Mikawa soldiers as he retreated. Meanwhile, the Mikawa and Imagawa samurai, wary of the enemy's arquebusiers, were unable to pursue them deep into enemy territory.
Just as Shibata Gonrokuchi was charging out of the castle, the four of us were rescued. However, because we were wearing Imagawa soldiers' armor and carrying Imagawa flags, we were only captured by Shibata's army. Once the last Oda soldier retreated back to the castle, the gates of Nagoya were closed again. "Hahaha~ This is just a warm-up for the big battle to come! Give it your all!" Shibata's voice echoed with the excitement of the battle, and his men's morale soared along with their commander's bravery. Just as the Shibata army erupted in resounding cheers, a junior officer ran down to his knees, reporting, "Reporting... Reporting to Lord Shibata... We captured 50 enemy soldiers and 5 captains in this battle!" Hearing this less-than-stellar result, Shibata was clearly dissatisfied and turned to inquire, "What are our losses?" The junior officer immediately reported, "Reporting to my lord... We lost over 20 cavalrymen and 23 infantrymen were wounded." Shibata's face gradually darkened with anger. He had lost over 20 of his own cavalrymen, all his personal guards, directly under his command. Every single one of them was a pure-blooded Owari samurai. Looking at the corpses of the cavalrymen being disposed of after the battle, even the mighty general Shibata felt a pang of sadness. "Hmm... their families, send a few people to report this, and at the same time, collect the allowance from Lord (Hayashi-Sado-no-kami Michikatsu)." Suddenly, the imposing Shibata spotted us among the prisoners of war. "Eh~ isn't this... Inuchiyo~ Manchiyo~ you bastard~ untie me!" It turned out to be two messenger samurai, (Niwa Manchiyo Nagahide) and (Maeda Inuchiyo Toshiie). After untying them, Shibata immediately grabbed Inuchiyo. "Inuchiyo~ aren't you a personal guard serving our lord? Why are you in the enemy camp?" "Lord Shibata~ Your subordinate~ Your subordinate was ordered by our lord to search for someone in Nagoya." "What~ our lord~~ isn't our lord in Owari (Kiyosu Castle)?" "..." Shibata was clearly shocked that his lord, Nobunaga, was not in the castle. "My lord... my lord led his men to (Atsuta Shrine) last night." "This... this..." Shibata was even more alarmed. The battle had now entered the defensive phase, yet his lord was surrounded by enemy forces. If the information were to leak, his lord's life would be in grave danger. "My lord... my lord is really... so reckless... are all those bastards dead? Hurry up and tell us!" Shibata, who was known for his fiery temper, could no longer remain calm upon hearing the news.
(Nagono) Honmaru is the residence of the garrison commander. This council hall currently houses the garrison commander (Hayashi Sado-no-kami Michikatsu) and many important retainers. "Lord Shibata, what's going on? You said the lord isn't here (Kiyosu Castle)." Hayashi's eyes gleamed with the wisdom of a sage. "Lord Hayashi, according to the lord's guards, the lord is indeed not here (Kiyosu Castle). Please, sir, order troops to be sent to support the lord." Hayashi turned to (Maeda Inuchiyo Toshiie) and (Niwa Manchiyo Nagahide) and inquired, "The lord ordered you to go to Maeda... just to find a... child." "Replying to..." "As a subordinate, I dare not disobey my lord's orders." (Hayashi Sado no Kami Michikatsu) listened to this and was clearly thinking. Seeing his eyes grow increasingly intense, he asked, "Where is my lord now?" (Niwa Manchiyo Nagahide) immediately replied, "Reporting to you, my lord, my lord is currently at (Atsuta Shrine)." "Wh-what...this..." (Hayashi Sado no Kami Michikatsu) was clearly surprised by the answer and stood up from his chair. He knew that his lord was trapped in the enemy camp and that if he rested and the information was leaked, his lord's safety would be threatened. He tapped his head lightly with his military fan from time to time, looking thoughtful. Two minutes later, the wise man slowly inquired, "My lord, what is your purpose in sending you here to find a child...?" Hayashi was clearly talking to himself. He couldn't fathom Nobunaga's eccentric ways, nor could he comprehend his unpredictable nature. In the succession battle, Hayashi (Hayashi Sado-no-kami Michikatsu) and Shibata Gonrokuchi-ie had originally supported Nobunaga's younger brother (Oda Nobuyuki) to succeed as head of the clan, but they were defeated by Nobunaga's elite troops. He secretly admired when Nobunaga had cultivated such skilled samurai, and was even more astonished that he hadn't received any intelligence about Nobunaga's army. The two men, who had originally intended to commit suicide, were persuaded by Nobunaga. "A samurai is meant to die on the battlefield, leaving his life to fight for me," were Nobunaga's final words to them as they resolved to end their lives.

Reflecting on the past, and considering that while Nobunaga's governance of Owari Province in recent years hadn't been ideal, it was still stronger than during his father's (Oda Nobuhide's) reign, it was undeniable that Nobunaga possessed the talent to govern. Hayashi's thoughts raced. He was considering how to safely escort Nobunaga's messenger (Maeda Inuchiyo) (Niwa Manchiyo), and even more importantly, how to repel the enemy. These matters were urgent and could not be delayed. Finally, he raised his war fan, "(Shibata Gonrokuchi) Heed my command!" "Yes, sir!" Shibata was clearly very happy; having the castle lord's attention immediately was a source of pride for a samurai. Even more exciting was knowing that the mission ahead would be even more significant, and accepting such a heavy responsibility was an honor for every samurai. "Lord Shibata, quickly lead 1,000 soldiers to the castle, along with the Shibata Assault Team, and break out of the castle! Remember, at this moment, you can only hold off the enemy! My lord, please don't delay!" He then turned around and said, "Manchiyo, Inuchiyo, continue to carry out the orders given by my lord! Head to the rendezvous immediately!" Since he couldn't figure out his lord's movements, Hayashi managed to hold off the enemy.
Then, (Nagono) became bustling with activity. The soldiers took turns on guard duty, the women and children in the castle were busy, the weapon blacksmiths were forging new samurai swords, the armor makers were working hard to repair the damaged armor, and the soldiers were collecting firewood from the castle to add fuel to the fire. Everyone was busy. In the midst of this busyness, I finally found Hiyoshi in the castle. As soon as Hiyoshi saw me, he happily shouted, "Fujiwara-nii-san, what happened to you?" Then, seeing his sister's distraught appearance, he was heartbroken. On the day of his escape, Hiyoshi watched helplessly as his sister was kidnapped, unable to rescue her. His eyes reddened; he knew his sister wanted to save him, unwilling to see her brother die under the enemy's blade, willing to become a tool for their lust. "Sister... Sister... Waaah..." Little Hiyoshi couldn't hold back his tears any longer. "I... I'm alright... Where's Mother?" This (Kiku) was a strong woman. Most women would be mentally disturbed after such brutality, but this woman remained calm in a short time. Family love often makes people stronger. "Mother... He's busy... Every time I think of your safety, Mother always cries." Hiyoshi secretly saw his mother's helpless tears that night, tears containing resentment, sadness, and heartache for her daughter. "It's alright... It's alright... Thank goodness this samurai saved me.".. Samurai? When did I become a samurai? Yes, my current appearance can no longer be described as a monk, only as a handsome samurai, but... I'm still just a lowly soldier.
The hustle and bustle continued; (Nagoya) was still busy. Hiyoshi had been taken to meet the castle lord (Hayashi-Sado-no-kami Michikatsu), and I had changed into Oda soldier armor. Now, I looked no different from an ordinary soldier. Just as I was about to head to the location of the two messenger samurai, a figure quietly made its way to the (Nagoya) armory. This familiar figure made my heart pound with unease, so I followed. Sure enough, I found (Okiku). My sense of foreboding grew stronger, so I grabbed her. To my horror, I discovered the sword in her hand... This girl was not as strong as she appeared. She struggled, saying, "Let go... let go... I don't want to live anymore... let me die." But I didn't listen to her, who had lost her mind. So I said, "Stop it now... stop this stupid idea... you still have your mother and brother... if you die like this, your family will be heartbroken." Hearing my words, she obviously stopped holding the head and prepared to slit her throat, but... to stop her... my hand was already bleeding from gripping the head so tightly. ...It hurts...it's so damn painful. "Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~~ Waaaaah," Kiku, who had been holding the limp headband, finally broke down in tears. A woman always needs someone to comfort her when she's sad. Although I'm a man, it's still a little better than no comfort at all. I gently hugged her, my eyes filled with tenderness, and said, "Don't do anything rash. A beautiful life is still waiting for you. If you go like this, regret will only make Hiyoshi even sadder and sadder, and it will only prevent your mother from smiling." Thinking back on the past month, Hiyoshi and I, those two mischievous kids, had played countless pranks on her. Every time, she chased after us and beat us mercilessly. I never expected that someone as strong as her would be so vulnerable in this situation. When she was working in the fields with a hoe, Hiyoshi and I would catch frogs from the paddy fields and secretly put them in her bag. Then, when she opened the bag to drink water...she screamed in surprise, and she discovered the two kids hiding in the nearby bushes, laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight. Then she would angrily chase after us, and that's how the chase would begin. Every time we were almost cornered, the cunning Hiyoshi would say, "Sis~ who's that?" and we'd slip away while she turned around. Then all we'd see was her stomping her feet in a fit of rage.
Seeing the beautiful woman before me in this state filled me with immense sorrow. Hiyoshi was my first friend during the Warring States period, and his family naturally became the first people I encountered in this era, besides the old monk… Thinking of the old monk sent chills down my spine again. The woman in my arms exuded a faint fragrance, and although she was drenched in sweat, her delicate scent was alluring. Undeniably, my manhood began to stir again at this moment… Thinking such things now… I felt a pang of guilt. Seeing her gradually calm down, I finally felt a little relieved, because I truly didn't want anything to happen to her. Although she wasn't my biological sister, the way she treated me was very similar to Hiyoshi's. Perhaps she saw me as a second brother, except for the youngest one who still needed to be carried (Koichiro). I slowly released her hand, only to find her expressionless... The silence left me unsure what to do, so I resorted to what I considered the best form of body language, silently stroking her face. She wasn't as beautiful as Xiaoyou, but she had a striking face. However, Xiaoyou was undeniably hot and alluring. Combined with her devilish figure, she was the epitome of womanhood; what man wouldn't want to have an affair with her? ...I'm overthinking again... Stop thinking like that, I don't want to become the kind of man Xiaoyou talks about who's always thinking too much. Receiving my touch, she slowly looked up at me. "Don't cry~ okay? You still have me, you still have Hiyoshi, and you still have your beloved family..." She didn't speak, just stared at me. Even with my thick skin, being stared at by a woman for five minutes would make me uncomfortable, so I blushed and said, "Do you want to go back and see? Maybe your mother is waiting for you." But she just shook her head and didn't speak. So I silently gazed at her, also remaining silent, quietly stroking her face. "You..." "...Can you...hold me...like you did before?" she stammered, her face already flushed. She lowered her head and remained silent. "If you're scared, I'm here~ You can rest assured~ Don't be afraid anymore," I said, holding her and offering words of comfort. Although my strength wasn't enough to protect her, I hadn't harmed her. Looking at her tattered shirt and those...two mounds of flesh on her chest... Oh my god~~ My nose is about to bleed! No, no~ Taking advantage of someone in distress isn't gentlemanly, but no one is perfect. That primal animalistic instinct within me began to stir again. "Sleep~ Sleep peacefully~ You're tired~ Have a good sleep." Slowly, the beautiful woman in my arms closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"Sister~~ Sister~~~ Sister," Hiyoshi's voice rang out nearby. Soon he found our weapons depot. To avoid disturbing the beauty in my arms, I made a shushing gesture. Hiyoshi obediently shut his mouth, but his mischievous eyes still looked at me with the same questioning gaze. Heh heh~ Brother Fujiwara, could you possibly like my sister? His ambiguous look made me want to smack him on the head. So I glanced at him to prove it wasn't what he thought. I slowly picked up the beauty in my arms; she was clearly exhausted and sleeping peacefully in my arms. I left the weapons depot and headed towards the civilian houses. Entering a civilian room, I gently placed the beauty on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Looking at her, I felt really sad. A girl in the prime of her life was... Sigh, I touched her face again. "Poor girl," I sighed and left the room. As I walked back to the room, the way that little brat, Hiyoshi, tiptoed around made me want to laugh, but the peaceful sleeping face of the beauty in my arms made me too embarrassed to laugh out loud. If it were any other time, I would have grabbed that little brat and hit him on the head, laughing and scolding him for acting like a thief.
In the castle of (Nagoya), a heroic shout rang out: "My lords, follow me, Shibata Katsuie, and charge out of the castle! Remember, do not be greedy for military merit! Seize the stronghold and await reinforcements!" In the Sengoku period, military merit was usually the head. Many warriors would cut off the enemy's head and hang it on their waist. These bloody heads not only slowed down their movements but sometimes even hindered the battle. However, the heads could not be discarded because the merits had not yet been recorded. After the battle, a military supervisor would use a merit book to record the heads and merits. Once the registration was completed, these heads would be discarded. Valuable generals would keep their heads to await the lord's inspection. There were also officials who would wash the heads. There were also makeup artists applying makeup to heads, somewhat like modern funeral home staff. As Shibata's shouts (Nagono) reached their peak, some young soldiers were already rubbing their fists, ready to face this brutal battle. The battle horn sounded, and (Shibata Gonrokuchi) charged out of the city gate like a cannonball, shouting at the same time, "Oda's First Army (Shibata Gonrokuchi) is seeking advice from Lord Matsudaira!" The direction Shibata was charging towards was precisely the camp of (Matsudaira Mikawa-no-kami Motoyasu), an exceptionally capable retainer of the Imagawa clan. Seeing Shibata's unstoppable advance, some Mikawa soldiers picked up their weapons. The generals and officers all remained calm and commanded their warriors. Seeing this well-trained, swift, and fiercely brave Shibata, he gasped and thought, "What a formidable force of the Mikawa people."
Upon learning of the Oda army's impending attack, the Imagawa troops of the enemy camp began preparing for battle. A number of soldiers were mobilized, but in terms of quality, they were not as elite as the Mikawa troops. (Tsunabe Suruga no Kami Masatsuna) kept urging the surrounding generals to act with his military fan in hand, while ordering his deputy (Tsunabe Oribe no Masamoto no Nobu) to lead his samurai to reinforce the Mikawa forces. "Hmph~ My lord, those lowly country samurai of Mikawa, why waste our military strength to reinforce those lowly commoners?" (Tsunabe Oribe no Masamoto no Nobu) said disdainfully, shaking his head at his nephew (Tsunabe Suruga no Kami Masatsuna). After all, his nephew was still young and had not thought things through. "Motonobu~ Don't forget that the Mikawa forces are also vassals who have submitted to my Imagawa clan. Perhaps they are lowly, but if my lord loses too many men when he marches on the capital, it will damage the prestige of my Imagawa clan." The so-called marching on the capital means entering the capital. In May of Tensho 1560, (Imagawa Yoshimoto) with great ambition, the forces of the three major territories of Mikawa, Totomi and Suruga marched on Kyoto to control the emperor and command the world. Now his first obstacle was the Oda clan of Owari. Seeing that Motonobu (Tsunabe Suruga-no-kami Masatsuna) was unwilling to provide support, he could only sigh helplessly. So he said, "The greatest samurai of the Oda clan (Shibata Gonrokuchi-ie) has already left the castle." Upon hearing this, Motonobu's spirits immediately lifted. The war-loving man undoubtedly wanted to challenge the greatest samurai of Owari. At this moment, he no longer hesitated and mounted his horse, shouting, "Boys~ Follow me to reinforce the Mikawa clan!" He brandished his red-tasseled spear and galloped towards the direction of the Mikawa clan.
The battle intensified, with the Oda Army's Shibata assault force charging towards the Mikawa forces. "The Mikawa (Okubo) samurai general (ōi Heisukebei) challenges Lord Shibata to a duel!" a Mikawa samurai announced his name defiantly and swung his pheasant-shaped sword at Shibata. The valiant Shibata roared, "Insolent fool! Die!" With that, his cross-shaped spear pierced the man, and with a backhand flick, the man arced through the air in a graceful arc, his dying expression one of utter astonishment. The all-out assault by Shibata's forces did not turn into a one-sided victory. The Mikawa samurai boasted numerous skilled and valiant generals, and their ranks of soldiers held firm to their posts. The two sides fought fiercely for a time. Matsudaira Motoyasu, watching Shibata's godlike bravery in the battle, couldn't help but praise, "Indeed a valiant samurai. With such an assistant, Lord Oda is truly blessed." He couldn't help but exclaim. "My lord~" A voice interrupted his thoughts, as he was pondering how to capture such a valiant samurai and make him serve under him. He turned back to look at the speaker with displeasure, but his eyebrows instantly lit up with joy. "Oh~ Heihachiro~ You are willing to fight this man?" (Honda Heihachiro Tadakatsu), the legendary war god of the Sengoku period, whose martial arts were praised by the daimyo of various countries, yet he served loyally to (Matsudaira Motoyasu), later Tokugawa Ieyasu, and Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who even commented, "This boy~ is a war god," which shows how much he was regarded by the Mikawa samurai. Looking at the 17-year-old (Honda Heihachiro Tadakatsu), awaiting his answer, (Honda Heihachiro Tadakatsu) said expressionlessly, hoping to send this man into battle. "Heihachiro, this is the perfect time to test our army's abilities. This man is brave and skilled in battle, a perfect candidate to test my Mikawa warriors." This absurd idea of training troops in front of the enemy was actually conceived by the wise (Matsudaira Mikawa-no-kami Motoyasu). Its effect forged the Mikawa samurai's tenacious spirit and created numerous opportunities for the famous Battle of Nagajo. Watching the Mikawa soldiers die more and more, (Honda Heihachiro Tadakatsu) grew increasingly impatient. Shibata, on the battlefield, became like a demon, taking lives wherever he went.
Just minutes after Shibata Gonrokuchi set out to battle, Hiyoshi and I, the two messengers, had already ridden out of the castle and were galloping towards Atsuta Shrine. It was 7:50 AM. When the Battle of Okehazama ended and Matsudaira Mikawa-no-kami Motoyasu sued for peace, the valiant Shibata Gonrokuchi had been forced to the castle walls. Without the battle report, this demonic Shibata might have perished in the battle. The Mikawa forces suffered heavy casualties, but fortunately, the Imagawa reinforcements arrived in time, instantly reversing the overall situation. Upon receiving the report of the Okehazama battle, the Mikawa and Imagawa forces immediately sued for peace, regrouped, and swiftly withdrew from the Owari Province. We were
getting closer and closer to Atsuta Shrine; the target was in sight. In the central open space of the temple, a dignified samurai sat. "Finally!" Nobunaga's joy gradually widened. "Report! Report! Report! My lord, the enemy has besieged Lord Shibata at (Nagono)! He is fighting bravely, and the situation is extremely critical!" Another messenger arrived at the same time. Upon hearing this battle report, Nobunaga did not show any panic. Instead, he calmly asked Hiyoshi, "You are Fujiwara-kun's friend, Hiyoshi." Hiyoshi timidly replied, "Yes, yes." "Good! Hiyoshi, I heard that you are very familiar with the surrounding terrain. You must know how to get to (Okehazama) without being discovered by the enemy." "Yes, Hiyoshi will definitely guide the samurai-sama." Seeing that the atmosphere was good, I spoke up, "My lord!" With my voice, Nobunaga and the generals present all looked at me. Seeing that I was dressed as a common soldier but did not look like a monk, Nobunaga was also taken aback. "You... Oh~ Fujiwara-kun~ What is it?" I knelt on one knee like a messenger knight. "My lord~ Hiyoshi has always wanted to be a samurai. I beg that after this battle, Hiyoshi be allowed to serve you as a samurai." Nobunaga looked at me and then at Hiyoshi. He hesitated, thinking that this kid didn't seem particularly handsome, and his dark skin and face made him look more like a monkey than a handsome boy. But after a moment's hesitation, Nobunaga immediately replied, "Alright~ If this battle is successful, you (Hiyoshi) will be Nobunaga's groom." In the Sengoku period, a groom's status was equivalent to a common soldier, but it was a coveted position. The day when one could serve one's lord and rise to prominence was not far off. Hiyoshi looked at me gratefully and replied, "Yes~~ Yes~~ Yes~~ Hiyoshi will serve his lord faithfully~ Even if he dies on the battlefield, he will not hesitate." Nobunaga looked at Hiyoshi's answer with satisfaction, but in his heart, he thought, "I can't let a child become a general." Nobunaga was also pondering this question.
As Hiyoshi led the group through Atsuta Mountain, the two of us kids followed Nobunaga, pointing and gesturing wildly, thoroughly satisfying our desire to command. When we reached a forest, a group of monkeys started shouting. Seeing this, Hiyoshi immediately yelled at them, clearly showing the monkeys' fear. Nobunaga, seeing this, laughed and scolded, "Hahaha~ Hiyoshi~ I think we shouldn't call you Hiyoshi anymore~ From now on, I'll call you Monkey~ Hahaha!" Little did he know that this joke would later make Hiyoshi a monkey in the eyes of his retainers. The naive Hiyoshi didn't care; his young heart believed that his lord's happiness was his happiness. So he said, "My lord~ as long as you're happy~ I'll be happy no matter what you call me." Nobunaga laughed even harder. Chapter 1: Campus Life
In today's society, few people are interested in history. However, in a certain city, H, there lives a young archaeology graduate student, the protagonist of this book (Toshiji Fujiwara), currently 25 years old, a first-year archaeology graduate student at B University in H. The pitch-black room held a dark presence, yet somewhere within this space, a faint glimmer of light shone. (Fujihara) sat on the table, holding an ancient artifact he had discovered on the hill behind the school. It was a black crystalline substance, its age unknown, location of discovery: hill behind the school, discoverer: Fujihara Shunji.
[The End]

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