A sowing country is a large country located in the southern part of Hyogo Prefecture in modern Japan.
Looking to the capital of Kyoto to the east, Izumo Taisha to the west and Awaji Island to the south, this country has been known since ancient times as a transportation hub. East, west, north, south, and south, it was a land full of convenience to go anywhere, and the specialties of China, Shikoku, and Kyushu, once placed in the land of sowing, crossed to the capital of Beijing.
Transport and transport generate enormous profits. The great famous men who laid eyes here were fighting repeatedly to bring the land under their control. We fought for years, decades, and blades crossed to keep the sowing country in our hands.
That remains the same today. For nearly a hundred years now, the Sowing Nation has been well ruled by the Rock Gardeners, but that's not the great names to give up. Hungry for wealth and power, they are still invading, trying to take everything away if there is a gap.
He said that the battlefield at the border (Kuzaki) is always lined with corpses that remain wild. The grass is covered in blood, and the soil and rocks are said to be stained with death odors.
A sowing country constantly exposed to threats from other countries and where skirmishes still persist. But when I looked within, this country was surprisingly calm.
There are extremely few plains, but for that matter, mountainous areas benefit from soil and water, obtaining good quality rice and mountain blessings. From the Seto Inland Sea, known as the Sea of Springing Fish, a whole fat fish is fried.
They fill the bellies of the inhabitants, and they, every day, encourage them to work. He has a peaceful day without being driven out into battle, without being razed of land. It was in Zipang of the war, and there was a difficult peace there.
Of course, the inhabitants know. In Zipang, this is an anomaly.
If you step outside the sowing country, the village mourning poverty, the country letting the peasants fight with spears, was not so uncommon. Those who cannot eat without hunting the fallen warriors also existed about the number of stars.
Sowing nations are militarily powerful but therefore peaceful. The sowing nation is peaceful because there are samurai who can defend their territory.
The inhabitants, who well understood the matter, deeply loved their own samurai. Give a simple plug to the martial arts family, who are rich in fresh poverty. A great cheer for the prestigious grandeur. They gave everything they could at all costs.
That is no exception to the home, the Rock Gardener. In the southern central part of the sowing country, in the castle town known as Himeji Road in Deciduo County, the inhabitants were greatly enlivened.
There is a man in charge of a mound filled with new rice and walking down the street. There is a woman who swims fish in a bucket with sea water and puts it on a trolley. There are children who serve chestnuts and mushrooms in a bathroom.
They were all alike looking up at a dazzling white-walled castle that stood as if overlooking the coast.
"Ugh, delicious. Delicious, delicious"
"Oh, my lord. Delicious, really delicious."
In the great hall in the castle were those who moved their chopsticks with trembling hands.
"I haven't seen a sunflower in years. Besides, this stuffed soy sauce is seabream and dong pi. The rice is going too far and it sucks."
"I can't wait to cook silver. Oh, it tastes like soil and water in my hometown"
Takahiko Sayama and Yahiko Iwata were both chewing on white rice and sashimi, seeping tears into their eyes.
Having flattened one cup with pickles, one cup with natto, and two cups with plums, they gained even more momentum and stirred the rice with sashimi.
For the first time in years and for the first time in decades, the taste of pure Japanese-style would be one of nostalgia and help, as well as deliciousness. Kaoru's eyes staring at them were tender everywhere.
"Early in the morning, a fisherman from Castle Town caught it for me. It's not a cherry seabream, but autumn seabreams are also B's. Don't hesitate and enjoy."
The autumn sea bream, called the red leaf sea bream, is no less fat than the spring cherry sea bream, and its elasticity seems to push back its teeth. This white fish can be boiled or baked, but if you taste the true essence of bream, there can be no other than sashimi.
On the sashimi, where the peeled area was pale and peachy, add the rinsed sunflower to the mouth and put it on the soy sauce occasionally. Then, after savoring one, two bites, and sashimi, cheek the cooked rice.
This is all people know why bream is called the 'King of Fish'. Understand the value of sea bream from the bottom of your mind in a delicious way that paralyzes your body.
It is not a "eye-catching" discourse. It is not because it is red and white.
Whoever eats sashimi understands that sea bream is rare in banquet seats and festive seats because it is so delicious.
"After all, it wasn't Japan, it was Zipang's fish."
"Oh, I suppose so. For the Zipangs, it's a sea bream."
The men, who have been totally hit by the charm of their sashimi, are stretching their chopsticks to make the sea bream live in tears. Momentum that seems to empty one is pounding tongue drums on the seabream sashimi.
If you are so pleased, you will also reward the good intentions of the fishermen who brought the sea bream.
- Good will. Yes, good will. All the ingredients that coloured the breakfast seats were delivered voluntarily by the inhabitants of Castle Town.
Last night, when the dates changed, the Mansion Town on Himeji Road became noisy. When the unbelieving townsfolk heard from the mansion's smallholder, apparently the previous emperor, who was in hiding, returned, and so on.
It's tough because the lord, who rarely moves one eyebrow, reveals his joy and turns to touch the minister himself. Tomorrow, I'm sure, we'll set up a grand banquet. I'm sure it'll be an unprecedented feast.
So, of course I have to prepare myself for not sleeping this evening until I get to your old lady, who is a downworker. I have to turn my hands around so there's no slight pull-out.
That was all that was left to say, and the small servants left into the mansion, which was brilliantly lit. I heard running around busily from all over the Mansion Town.
Apparently, the story is true. The return of the Rock Garden family's predecessor, or his brother, would be a grand feast.
No one in the Sowing Nation knows that Yahiko and Kaoru were friendly brothers and sisters. Then no one knows the tragedy that strikes them, no one knows the mourning and hardship of Kaoru.
Especially those in the town of Himeji, who went into old age and, year after year, saw the face of Kaoru who became lonely, it was easy to understand that she would be so pleased to reunite with her brother.
If I knew that, there was only one thing to do.
I will at least repay His Highness, who has waved the sword himself and defended his territory. Live a life of caution from day to day, and give a gift of celebration to the Lord, who does not do anything at all.
And the men of the city of Castle, who had so decided without being told, went out with the dawn, and took bream and pine mushrooms.
"Matsushi mushrooms are also famous in the country of sowing. Come on, don't hesitate to eat."
I did not refuse Kaoru this time only the goods that were given to me like mountains.
The lady, who had guarded the Rock Gardener's home training and was committed to a qualitatively rigid life, seemed to have Taga out of joy, and brought that and this to the Great Hall.
"Enjoy anything from Ryu Bo Yee or Tang Ryu Pelican"
"... I'm afraid"
"Uhm. I'm not gonna twitch."
The haunted princess of the rock garden, the incense of the rough sword, and the old woman who is making her brave name roast in the heavens, as if she were a good old lady of men, worthy of care.
In that fact, the ministers lined up on the banquet table had been stunned and consolidated. Incense for them was a woman as strict as a rock and as strong as a ghost, so they couldn't recognize an old woman who laughed at them as incense.
But the old ministers who served the Rock Garden family since ancient times, along with Yahiko, were so impressed that the true Kaoru had returned that they had worn out and wept.
That's right. That's the real Kaoru. From the standpoint, I had to put it on, Kaoru removed the mask of "Strong Lord". Laughing often, crying often, the pure woman was the true figure of Kaoru.
Not the ghost princess, but the incense of when she was called the flower princess, the true incense. Those who knew at the time could not contain the overflowing tears.
The Great Hall of the Castle on Himeji Road. Return celebration and gratitude to the benefactor, and the confusion of the minister and the hot tears of the old minister. There, festive objects arrived one after the other from the castle town, in a chaotic space - only one girl still did not understand the circumstances.
"Ko, where am I? Who are those people?
Hardened by a kachikochi next to you, but a girl in a puffy trembling kimono.
Her name was also called Caorle.