Nobunaga's Bastard

"Shinseng Sakuma didn't say," Master Bandage deserves it. "

My mother told me when I was eating the next morning. I listen to grain rice wrapped in seaweed and put it in my mouth.

"I or when I came to apologize to my brother for improving, I said, 'He is a fine eldest son. My brother, you guys are happy to have a brother you can count on,' he said. I'm sure you didn't think it was a good idea to turn that against your enemies. And I was right about this, and it was a fine antimatter."

"My mother would rather have a paper book than something like that."

When I sipped a sucker who had taken stock with a large clam, I said, "My mother is rude," and she slapped me in the head with a punch.

"It's me and a woman. I have a passion for fashion in cute costumes."

"It is"

Place the grilled miso on top of the rice. It's freshly cooked rice though grain rice. It is irresistibly delicious to spill with a dark miso of flavour.

"You wanted to improve your heart certificate. They praised me for what I did. But as far as I've heard, I've never talked about odd pills, tea pills, or Kanyaki-sama winning."

When I tried to replace the grain rice tea bowl because it was empty, my soothingly raised mother took the tea bowl out of my hand and kept taking my hand and thrilled it with her cheek.

"No, that's fine. Come on."

"Ho ho ho ho"

Laugh happily, remove the grain rice from one and serve. Kim Sakata is about to eat a large platter, then one large plum on top. A bright red grain colored with sissy leaves. It's made by my mother.

"This is not the case with large arrowheads."

"I didn't ask you to make a big deal of it, though."

"I like to see a lot of rice go down."

That's what my mother, a parent in the system who thinks all young men must be hungry, said and just left. One with you. He hasn't allowed the rice to be returned.

"He seemed to praise Hirakami and the other heavy ministers for that as well. Believers and Believers may really want to support it."

"Aren't you both invisible old men around you"

Shinji Oda and Shinji Oda. They are the uncles of their father Nobunaga, and the younger brothers of their late grandfather Shinsu Oda. Although it is respected by the Oda clan, it does not have much strength or real power.

"Father, hold on as quickly as your uncle who says things are going to be a disaster in the house."

"My lord, there's something about your family that you can't be strong about."

Yes, it is. My father has been betrayed by both his own brother and his brother, but he has forgiven them both once. He also says he doesn't need to chase Shinqing, who had a rebellion this time, if he wants to escape from Inuyama Castle.

But in that case, it's like I don't have a support base.

"Yes, so I told you to stay out of shape and not take an attitude of transgression or anything, so I told you to be tough on improving my brother."

Cheeks bakli and grain rice from the top with plums. For a moment, my mouth filled with softness but soon a large amount of grain rice diluted for me. At once he threw a pile of grain rice into his mouth and attacked the mountain. That's finally about enough.

"I think that's good though. But how did Sakuma and his lords ever talk about me? That's just what happened when the message was repeated. Does that mean?

Take about half of the remaining grain rice and sprinkle on raw eggs that have been melted earlier. I grew it in a clean place, fresh chicken eggs I just picked up this morning. Small, but excellent flavour. I can't believe how many of you gobble at eating like that, but as far as I'm concerned I've been used to eating since I was still living with my mother, it's so strange why everyone doesn't eat this way. Even though it tastes good.

"Someone must have spread the rumor so that the Oda family could crack."

"And say?

My mother laughed like a prank as she tried to smoke egg-wrapped rice. Can I tell you something? What do we do? A look like that. It's nothing to be happy or careless to be told by my mother.

"Even children can see that Shinqing is after it."

I cut myself out without waiting for my mother's answer. Because even a child can understand me, that's why a child can understand me. What I want to know is more than that. Shinqing Oda is currently surrounded by Inuyama Castle and is in a state of neither binary nor ternary. Rumors have circulated intentionally that there is someone on Shinqing's side outside Inuyama Castle.

"I'm sure you can imagine that. He who wants to help Master Shinqing, he who wants to disparage the fact that he is no longer"

"... extra, I don't want to imagine"

I have one strong feeling. But don't give me your name. Pinch the shallow pickled melon and throw it into your mouth with the remaining slightly grained rice. It sounded good with a parry. Alternating seaweed and shallow marinade, another effort to empty the tea bowl.

"Even if you don't want to imagine, you have a lot to deal with. I'll take care of the house. We have also sent a letter to Mr. Deng in earnest. Do what you have to do."

They said something serious, so I nod seriously. When I was thinking about what to do when I hit it, I hit it, and my mother said first.

"How about a replacement?

My mother laughed joyfully as she stood up with a big lift to her hearing.

"I'm going to meet Yoshino and his brothers."

"That would be nice. If Nohime and Yoshino survive the next decade, we will scatter stories about who they will succeed. If you want horse skin, I'll prepare it."

"Then hurry up and put it in the book," I asked the doctor of my old journey about medicine. "

The story I told Yoshino yesterday, almost everything of which my mother taught me. And my mother says she's just telling me what she learned back in the day. The story of a large bone discrepancy known as the pelvis at the waist making the body ill is also a take-out from my complete mother. Though my mother keeps such stories to herself, she doesn't want to write them in her book.

"Even if a woman talks about medicine or something, she's seen with frigid eyes and just happens to be ridiculed by the likes of the forest."

"Wouldn't it be nice if it were a medical book compiled by a traveling doctor?"

"Then the author can only include Harada, or with a knife. I don't want to be taken by a traveling doctor."

"Well, that's fine."

"If you're going to write in that name, you should. I answer to what has been asked. I'll put together what I hear and I'll leave it to you to write the book."

"... Your mother is truly versatile, but it's time to bring people together that reveals the most talent."

When I said it, my mother laughed out loud. Unlike Yoshino, he was a voice full of vitality. I go out sighing. I just got three salt nigiri mixed with jacquard to get out. One for the long rule, one for the Garrison and leave Ancient Castle. Let's hear what it's like to wear a waist roll all day.

"I'm sorry"

"No, never mind"

Yoshino lowered my head and I slowly shook my neck to the side.

"It must have been brittle."

"That's not true. I was wondering if this one was treated badly."

"I'll save you time and money to make it again."

"Was that expensive?

Yoshino-sama's words changed the expression of the women holding back behind them.

"I didn't crush a famous horse for war, so I guess it's a consistent sentence or there. Two mounds and a half in rice, that's about it."

"Isn't that a good enough price"

Speaking in a voice that could be heard around him, Yoshino panicked, but the women behind him blued their faces.

"Still, it's broken, so there's no specification. Isn't that right?

Speaking to Yoshino, he gazed at the women who would refrain behind him. I guess the waist roll I gave you was broken when I woke up in the morning after half a day of use? If you're going to make an expression that sounds sorry, I know, but why are you looking like 'I did it'?

A small sigh leaked. The guy who does the obvious seems to be everywhere. A bastard trying to take the Lord's throne was giving Yoshino something he didn't know what to do. Must be something bad. Break it. I guess that's what I thought. I'm sick of it but not angry. Because I know how they feel, and it would be the men who ordered them.

"Are you still busy today, Mr. Odd Maru? I wanted to see your face at first sight."

I asked him to sound as sorry as possible. Yoshino-sama leaned sorry and then looked at the women. The women lay down their faces and do not try to gaze at Yoshino. As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't matter if I don't see you here. He went to his brother-in-law and mother-in-law, and wanted to take care of him for nothing. I wish I had that fact. It is my mother's word that no one has stomached enough to kill me knowing my father's reprimand. If Inuyama Castle falls while doing so, Oda's inner worries will subside and there will be nothing I can do. I mean, you don't have to put me in danger. Yoshino-sama and Odd Maru moved to Komayama Castle, and I will remain in Kodo Castle. It is obvious which is taken care of, and there will be no more disputes over the housekeeper of the Oda family.

"You shouldn't. The knife has a suspicious eye."

Let's go home around here today and bring some fish for souvenirs tomorrow. I heard a man from the other side of the outer hallway thinking, etc.

"Lord Murai."

It was an old boy who showed up. It's the same where he's younger than Lin's grandfather but bald head. He proceeded to slip sussssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

"Your knee hurts."

"Don't worry."

The name of this man, whose spine is stretched properly and the joke never seems to work, is Sadashi Murai. He is an intellectual from Omi and oversees the affairs of the Oda family.

"More than that, Yoshino is in the birth mother of Mr. Oda's son, and I'm not impressed with giving him anything suspicious under the biological laws."

"It's not suspicious."

Sadashi Murai blamed me, as I told him pale. Yoshino-san tried to say something to protect me, but he argued himself before that. Don't argue with your bald grandfather a lot lately.

"Yoshino had poor postpartum fatigue, and we heard that your life was in danger, so we wanted to help you."

"But what does sticking horse skin to your body have to do with your body?

"It's not about pasting, it's about correcting the skeleton"

"How?

Saying, Sadashi Murai took out Suluri was the pelvic corrective hip roll I handed him yesterday. I had no idea where the hell I was, or what I had until I took it out.

"Well, here's the thing."

"Well, how?

When I got up and started explaining the usage and its usefulness, Sadashi Murai asked me one question at a time as she wrapped herself around her body. The waist roll I was told was broken was simply the thread I was sewing on the skin was severed, so it would have been easy for me and Sadashi Murai to handle it if they had four hands together.

"Pelvis, if there is a discrepancy in what becomes, what condition does it fall into?

"Walking makes every exercise more difficult than it used to be. Many women have had the experience of not being able to walk properly after childbirth. This is partly due to bias."

And that's all we talked about, and I noticed what was going on behind Sadashi Murai. The women are nodding with the expression of completion. Indeed, I have spoken in more detail than Yoshino did yesterday.

"I understand the pelvic orthodontic belt, but I will not accept strong beef horse meat. With all due respect, aren't you trying to feed the impure meat and make Yoshino ill?

The story changed so that it flowed. Until just now, Cheng Cheng, the women who had the expression, now they say so, turn to accuse me.

"There is a misunderstanding. In view of Yoshino's diet, we believe that nutrition is biased, and we have recommended a meat meal to solve it. I'm not trying to force you to eat cow horse meat."

"Why would you recommend that? In ancient times, the humans of Nippon Book mainly ate rice and still live in Nippon Book. You won't even starve to death if you're eating rice. Isn't that okay?

"We have a problem"

"How?

Sadashi Murai's words seem to be harsh accusations if only followed literally, but his discourse was polite and sincere. It's like you're trying to prove my innocence in front of everyone. When I realized that, I kept explaining to myself how to catch on to Sadashi Murai's words.

"Has Lord Jeongseong ever been read the source story?

Yes, sir.

The origins are Heihei scrolls written in peacetime (with narratives). I don't even need to explain the author, crude muscles, etc.

"In the source story, how many occasions do you have to describe a meal?

When asked that, Makoto Murai showed the first time he thought about it. Face up, open the fan removed from the box, and close it patsy.

"At the beginning of all summer, my lord, I think I was eating Saburahi again..."

"It's the left. Despite all those long stories, there is only a portrayal of the meal to that extent. The name of river fish, porridge, crumbs, and slight ingredients has just emerged, and in that story, the meal has been deliberately erased. At the time, meals themselves were despised in the palace. As a result, the average life expectancy of your Highness at the time was not surprisingly thirty."

There is no clear source. I'm just saying that there's someone in my mother who enjoys talking about it. When he heard it, he nodded, and the man who began to eat meat was his father. Baboo in that arm, I was the one who said something.

"Dietary homology. Why do we lose our lives in the late thirties when there are people of seventy or eighty years of age? The answer lies in the meal. Those who considered their food humble will die in thirty, and those who chose their food will live forever until fifty, even if they eat meat, if they drink alcohol, and if they were healthy legs."

When I ran out of words, I laughed once wondering why Sadakami Murai was. Could there have been any mistakes in knowledge?

"So, did you recommend carnivore?

"Ranri"

Then I talked about how precious food was to my body and how important exercise was, and I explained the justification that I needed a lower back roll for pelvic correction. Sadashi Murai touched the fold and hit me with a question, to which I responded politely.

"Cheng Cheng, I understand very well. In other words, in this case, everything was done by Yoshino because of Yoshino's body. Don't tell me you don't want to."

"Sir Left."

After a long explanation, Goo and my belly rattled. I'm tired of talking a lot. I take out the grip and cheek. The salty taste is delicious.

"Hmm?"

When I saw it, Sadakashi Murai was laughing. I'm not smiling. It's a smile that feels like being laughed at.

"I was laughing earlier, but what did you do?

"No, excuse me. I just remembered the whole holiday story."

"Talk about a holiday purity?

"Yes, thirty years for a peaceman who considered a meal despicable, fifty years for us who prefer a meal, and eighty-eight years for a pause pure who does not"

"Master Left, is that it?

"No, I told you not to be biased against rice, and you said you were smart enough that the age of the holiday purity was US life."

Sadashi Murai laughed again after saying so. I was watching as I didn't really understand this guy's laugh bump.

Sadashi Murai, who will later take me as his adopted son. He and I got acquainted at this time.