Nobunaga's Bastard

"There are two things I would like to ask your old lady. One is about why you don't admit a bandage pseudonym. The other is about me, my mother, my mother's home."

Although it was me who was angry, Keckeke, and I was somewhat calm when I saw my father laughing like a weird bird, so I decided not to dare to stop fighting. My father, Nobuyuan Mizuno, and Motaka Matsuhei will be watching our exchange from the outside, leading Lin, behind which other ministers, Sakuma Hirakami, were in front of me, and behind me, they were confronted by bringing people with scary faces from my mother's home to line up. I'm asking them to keep an eye on them for nothing.

"... then I will make a personal observation without any objection"

When he was driven out to the battlefield, did his stomach set in, or did Mr. Lin's eyes set in? When I saw it, I exhaled to squeeze it out, small and long that it would be a battle from here.

"In the first place, even if the characters were the same reading and sound, each pseudonym contains slightly different meanings. Separating them according to their fold means manipulating the words, because they are efficient. The text that has thrown away those flavors for reasons such as this becomes nothing more than a line of tasteless, dry information. Sure, if you prescribe a sentence as a law that assigns a single letter to a single sound, then it is imperative that the sentence written by Ozhang's human be graphic, tasteless, and become boring and bruised and laughed at. I beg you to stay down and reconsider."

You've been thinking about it, and I pounded my tongue inside. Until now, I've said things that I don't know about tradition, habits that I've had. I suppose you know my father Nobunaga hates that opinion. My father has the same look. But I don't like it. What you don't like is that you bowed your head against my father, who sat in his seat over the course of this period, and didn't even look at me from start to finish.

"Then it's more convenient."

Even this one, I didn't come here helplessly. They anticipated what arguments the opponents of the bandage pseudonym would come up against, and they also came in advance with discussion exercises and so on. The theory expressed by Grandpa Hayashi today does not go beyond that expectation.

"A sentence is one that was invented for the primary purpose and efficiency of communicating information to the other. What does it mean to deny that a sentence is efficient even though it is? We are only talking about what to do with the official pseudonym characters used in Ogi. Many of the contents written in official documents are unacceptable for misreading or misinterpretation. What happens if you send a letter of far-fetched and hard to read, savoury text during a flame of contention for a moment? The key information is not conveyed, the battle is lost, and the house is destroyed. It doesn't matter what the taste of the letters is when the house dies."

What is this fool talking about? Don't you even know that? We talked about it with the intention of claiming otherwise. This is a verbal fight. I have to show no weakness and make you think I'm the right one from start to finish.

"The taste of letters, etc. should be fully enjoyed in a series of songs and Japanese song parties. I am not going to check and deny it even in my diary or short songs. Even though it is, it is shallow and arrogant to proclaim that a bandage pseudonym is the root of all evils that take away all traditions and cultures"

"I didn't tell Master Left!

I was blocked from speaking. It's a powerful and powerful voice I don't think of as an old man. I received the temper, the temper, and for the first time the eyesight of the Oda family lead elder from the front. It's not a light one. But,

"I'm telling you because it only sounds like Master Left!

You lose when you're shut up. That's why I said the same thing back. I can't afford to stare at Sakuma or even Hirakami. I don't know, of course, what look my father, Nobuyuan Mizuno, or Motoko Matsuhei have on his face.

Come on. Call me again. The moment I thought so and tried to open my mouth, Lin's grandfather loosened his expression all the time and laughed.

"It's in front of a brilliant point. Apart from the pseudonym, I must apologize to the swordsman."

It was a soft narrative that instantly changed the air of the field. So much so that I really think you were my grandfather until just now.

"When it only sounds like Master Left, it makes sense for Master Bandage to say so. Anyway, he was danced and suspected by uncertain stories about the origin of the suspicion that the knife was really the son of his lord. However, if you look at the temper and glance, there are those who doubt that the earliest belt knife is the son of your lord. I apologize for the disrespect and withdrawal."

"Holy crap..."

This jizzy. I managed to swallow the word I almost said. Let's talk about whether the bandage pseudonym is correct or wrong. I switched between them, and I said I didn't know if I was my father's child. I was unsure of my origin. I mean, I insisted I didn't say it. I know, you're the one who brought it up.

Apologize after withdrawing. The word has many meanings. The fact that the lead elder admitted it meant that my position would be certain in the future. It means that in the future, Lin Xiuzheng will rather be my back shield. And so it means end up around here.

"You're going to withdraw and apologize for all the bad talk you've made about us."

"I think there seems to be a misunderstanding. I don't remember a certain person doing anything as bad as gossip. However, you are aware that you have done so naturally because you have been so misunderstood. He wants to apologize for those disrespects."

"Right..."

View Grandpa Lin. The expression is a thin smile, and even if you look into your eyes, you don't know what you think. Perhaps I have not yet stripped this old man of his skin. If you look from the other side, the snake came out when you followed it. You think about it, but you think it ended up being anything. Indeed, on this occasion I was excellently worded.

"If so, apologize quickly"

"............ what?

But if you can get through with words, push through with force moves. The driving force is anger.

"Didn't your old man say he apologizes for being disrespectful?

"It's the left. So on this street."

"Let's get our heads high. Why do apologists keep their heads higher than those who can apologize?"

The moment I said that, I accidentally said 'Kuke' and laughed. It's my father. Apparently it's funny that I didn't pull over this period.

"I'm a child on this street, and my head is low. If your old man is going to apologize to me, I won't accept it as an apology unless you put your head on here."

I said here, and I pointed it between the boards, which means put your head on here. Demand of the dungeon. For the first time in all this time, the expression of anger appeared on Lin's grandfather's face.

"Plus, earlier I said I apologized to us. In other words, ask them to bow their heads equally to their mothers and to each and every one of the Xi clans. That's what apologies are for. I hope so."

"Don't get on the diagram, shit-starving ghost"

At that time, I could clearly see and hear Lin's grandfather's eyes saying that. The seat of the head housewife is heavy. It was fine in neighbouring countries to betray the Lord and take his place if he didn't care, and in fact this old man in the woods is a man who has fought with his father in charge of his brother, not his father. If you end up in a power versus power struggle than you are in line behind it with your second cousin, the chief minister, I'm the one who will be trampled.

"If you're gonna do it, I'm gonna do it, Jizzy."

But that's what I said with my eyes. Until the moment I'm trampled, I'm gonna stare back at you.

"Forgive me, Master Bandage"

"We acknowledge and withdraw and apologize for the baseless slander committed against our swordsman and mother Naoko, as well as the family members."

I do not pull, and neither does Lin's grandfather. The stare was unexpectedly put to an end by two people, Sakuma Shinsheng, the second sitting behind Lin, and Hirakate Kusu.

"Later, Naoko, I would like to apologize to the family."

"Please relieve me of my anger if I am left with a knife."

I was confused by that word, and the woods were confused. If there is a willingness to stand up, the lead elder, the deputy elder, the chief minister, and the opponent of the pseudonym with the sword, who has a lot of Oda family scores, are set to win. And yet, why are you bowing your head to me?

"Ha ha, you're rigid. Lord Lin."

"Sincerely"

As she stopped thinking without knowing what was going on, her guests, Nobuo Mizuno and Motoka Matsuhei, laughed. Looking back, the two spoke with a bare gesture as if they were not making a big deal out of it, then with a clear voice that could be heard by everyone on the field.

"It's just the courage to never bow your head to Lord Bandage even this time of year."

"You must be confident. My thoughts are not wrong, and I am confident that the wrong one is Lord Bandage."

"One is thinking about using a pseudonym with a knife in the future, but what about Lord Matsuhei?

"There is one as well. Boneless, I don't know the subtle difference in meaning between letters. Especially since it's easy, and even if you use a lot of female handwriting, the minister might insult you."

"If it's a letter to be put in the back, it would be just fine."

Listening to a deliberate conversation and reviewing the front of the notice, all the people who were considered opponents of the bandage pseudonym, other than Mr. Hayashi, were bowing their heads. Lin's grandfather blued his face gently, and

"Having heard the arguments of both of us earlier, we both realized the usefulness of bandage pseudonyms. From now on, we will also forbid any variant pseudonym of an elephant except the pseudonym of a bandage."

The moment Shinsheng Sakuma said that, both I and Grandpa Lin realized it. I was convinced, but Lin's grandfather would have been desperate. It was a moment when every person was abandoned. I don't know what kind of discussion there is behind it and how it was arranged. But my father, who sits in the upper seat, gives me the look that he did well against me, and the heavy ministers don't see Lin as one.

"Soo-jeong, I know exactly what you're thinking. Follow him, back off."

What a horrible thing to say about my father, who said so in conclusion, with a thin laugh.