Nobunaga's Bastard

"... why did your mother come here?

The day after my friendship was decided at the banquet, I met my mother in the kitchen, where I woke up to drink porridge.

"Although it was time to return to Ancient Castle, on the way home, I thought it might be interesting to talk about Lord Ten Soldiers, once by Gifu Castle. And when I was hung up on the banquet table with Kyoukoshi, I couldn't say no after all, and I thought it was okay, and then I slept, and I was hungry, so I expected that even porridge would be desirable, so I just came here."

I looked at him quietly and with a firm eye. Can you make such a specific prediction? No, can you do that? This mother would.

"It's a joke. Goro Saburo told me about your engagement. This time, Master Akechi Shinobei wrote to you that he would bring you there, so we have been interrupting you for three days to show your face and celebrate your victory."

Who is Goro Saburo? That is, Uncle Nobunaga.

"You were already there yesterday at dusk."

When I told my mother, who took my gaze and laughed and answered with pleasure, she, uh, nodded.

"Yesterday's toki pan was delicious, wasn't it?

Now I snort. It should have been a soothing flavor that I was used to eating rationally.

"If I had been there, I would have surrounded the pot with you. I wanted to talk to your mother."

"Mr. Goro Saburo said he wanted to talk to you, so I didn't want to. Besides, it would be a pain in the ass if my mother squeezed me out once and for all. I had a lot of chatter with the princess and her entourage, and the Ten Soldiers."

Really? The belly bug rang loudly when I answered. Oh, oh, oh, my mother pours porridge in her pocket. It's a big bowl of porridge that's warm and sultry to eat. It tastes like a toki pan yesterday.

"It's been a long time since we got back to Ancient Castle, so why don't we both put on a toki pan?"

"Long time no see? Have you ever had a pot like that?

I pour porridge into my mouth because it feels like drinking rather than eating it.

"There was. before coming to Ancient Castle. Still, you used to eat meat at night when we were always together, right?

That's what they said, and oh, my voice leaked. Sometimes I remember eating chicken when a younger child needed nourishment. I thought it was a chicken.

"Unlike the castle, there are no lights. The pot was redder than yesterday's pot."

"Yesterday's, I think it was red and white"

Answering as I followed my memory, I was told yes. Apparently it was the right answer.

"Toki's meat is red and its body contains a lot of oil. So if you cook it on a skewer, the oil will drop slightly and it will have a deep flavour while it is light. When turned into a pan, the red oil dissolves out and becomes a blood-colored pan. I mixed cow's milk in a toki pan yesterday. It would have been a slight cherry blossom color, an appetizing color, wouldn't it?

To be honest, I didn't remember that clearly, but I said yes. However, the fact that it was not memorable was not a miserable color as it was memorable. If I knew it was a pot of that color when I was a kid, I might not have been able to eat it because I was scared.

"But it's weird if you've eaten so many times as a child. I don't remember eating such a delicious pot."

"That's because the material is already good, unlike then. Toki drains blood and smells, and we take stock with clams and add soy sauce."

My mother calls it soy sauce, which filters the juice taken from the supernatant of miso. Tastes good when applied to sashimi, etc., or in juice.

"I used to be full of food for the day. I can eat so much delicious now. You must be grateful, with a knife."

My mother says emotionally. I'm saying good things, I'm telling you.

"For being full of food, the number of books held seemed to be increasing day by day"

"With that said, you said you wanted to talk to me about something."

"Listen to me."

"Of course I do, I'm your mother, so I'll ask you anything. Come on, hurry up, hurry up."

No. I'm going to do everything I can to ignore stories that are inconvenient to me. I gave up and drank the sultry and itchy.

"I'm asking you to talk to my mother. I would also like to speak to the Ten Soldiers of Wisdom, if you can, are you two still here?

"Yes, both of you, because you and your lord are planning to go to Kyo in the wrong place. Now you'll be hitting Beecher while we talk about the future of the Oda family."

"Then you'll get in the way."

"It's okay. Goro Saburo is hungover, and there will always be a princess next to the Ten Guards."

Then I went to the guest room where the three of you were guided by my mother.

"Good morning"

The three of them were not in the middle of the room, but watching the Beecher board as they opened their doors and let the sun shine. Though the Ten Soldiers are seated exactly in front of the board, Uncle Shinguang throws his legs out and the bottom is out from his knees. The princess feels like leaning next to the Ten Soldiers.

"Ooh son. Did you sleep well? How's Naoko doing with his first knife in a long time?

"He was growing taller again"

Uncle Nobunaga welcomes us with his hands up. My mother answered while she thought this person was my stepfather already, etc. I didn't realize it myself, but did I, or did I grow taller again?

"We were just talking about post-war processing."

"That was a good time. I need to ask you something."

As I approached him as I said, the three of them looked at my face. The Ten Guards place stones on the board. Shortly afterwards, Uncle Shinguang leaked his voice. The first black stone is held by Uncle Shinhuang, but the battle station is dominated by the Shinobi Temple of Shinobishi, the backhand.

"It's about the war dead, the war wounded."

Sitting a little further away from the board, I started talking. In the battle of Kanyin Temple Castle, the Upper Lo Army sent out more than a thousand dead of the 60,000 soldiers. The vast majority of those thousand people were killed in the first day's attack. My mother's family attacked Kannonji Castle on the first day of the Kannonji Castle. In other words, we fought the most dangerous fierce battle.

Unlike the Great Sage of Simultaneous Heaven, the Jia family could not set an easy and ridiculous handle. But there is no mistake that the Night Assault of the Great Sage of Simtian lived because of this first day of strength attack, so there is no reprimand so much because the Father praised him for his bravery. Rather, the loyal dog throws his life at you, uncle Junior Regent, undoubtedly raised his ratings. As long as the Oda family flourishes, the future of the Oda family is also bright. However, in a short period of time, I lost a lot of young power overnight, and I have trouble retrieving them from the battlefield and returning them to their original lives. In the end, the perpetual money that I didn't use to go disappeared as a cost to recover and treat them.

"I want to guarantee their lives."

"War wounded, what exactly?

When I say it, Uncle Shinguang asked me a question from the Ten Soldiers.

"Those who cannot fight at the earliest, who cannot carry out routine farming and civilian work. If you look at it without arms or legs."

As far as I can tell, there are about thirty of them in the house alone. He has a firm head, and most of them have wives. Until the wounds healed, I said I would pay for my living as a kung fu. It's actually possible to take care of it until about the beginning of the year. But I can't take care of a man with a physical defect and his family for decades to come.

"Cheng Cheng, you need a job."

"That's right. If we don't do what we can for the wounded."

What I can do to them is give them the job they can do as a priority. But I can't think of a job that I can do without arms or legs.

"So, you want to ask me?

My mother pinched her mouth. Yes, my mother often uses people in her own hobbies.

"If we're going to increase the number of people looking after cows, pigs and chickens in the future, I want you to hire them first from the people who said so. In the future, when your mother makes any new attempts."

That would be very unlikely to cover all the war wounded and their families, but it would help. My mother will undoubtedly repeat strange attempts in the future, and I have the certainty that certain demands will always continue to arise. My mother knew, and she immediately asked for my favor.

"There are likely to be more fights in the future. If you think you might lose, you might want to think about it, not just the house."

As I said, Uncle Shinguang turned to me after clearing the Acer board. I thought I had decided that this guy didn't have a loser. The Ten Guards look a little hurt.

"Have any of those thirty lost both arms?

"No."

"Then carry the load. I can expect more to come in from Ozhang's harbor due to his suppression of Kyo. Let those with strong legs or bodies carry their load. You can carry it with one arm and create a back that can be lowered, from Tsushima Harbor to Hota Shrine, Kodo Castle, Nagoya Castle, Tsingzhou Castle and Komakiyama Castle. Or carry things to Mino or Migawa or, in some cases, Shinano or Hida or Omi."

"Cheng Cheng, that's good"

"But first, we have to talk to Lord Tokugawa, Asai, or Nobunaga. As for Lord Nobunaga, we have a dog, so I'm sure we can work something out."

Uncle Shinguang suggested, I nod, and Lord Shinobei digs into the story. Uncle Shinguang said he would write to you by the end of the day.

"It's a backpack you can carry with one arm, but you're good at that kind of mother fox behind you, right? Hurry and make it."

"Well, Wataru is just good at speaking out, and his fingertips aren't clever, Master Goro."

Uncle Shinguang, my mother gave it back to me, and everyone on the spot laughed.

"The problem is those who can't move their legs. So far all I can think of is bamboo jane making."

Uncle Nobunaga didn't think he could do something as extensive as he thought, but I was also thinking of doing a similar job for those who couldn't move their arms.

"For anything that can be written, write a list of bandage pseudonyms and kanji characters on this and make it a product. Those who lose their arms sell it. Make half of the sales their living expenses. and so on."

"Oh, isn't that wonderful"

When I submitted the proposal that was in my head, Lord Ten Guards nodded.

"But Bamboo Jane doesn't have that much demand yet. In the first place, there are a handful of people in the world who can write. Whether it's going to be a lot of money"

"For a while... could you knit some grass shoes and get them over the paste?"

"Well, what else is going to bring in some master of manual craftsmanship to teach you how to make things? It'll take some time."

"How about Toki feathers?

When I, Uncle Nobunaga, and the Ten Soldiers in order, had come up with a proposal that lacked a decisive beating, the princess opened her mouth modestly but with a little pleasure.

"Is that Toki's feather?

I didn't know what that would be, and I listened back. They were the same for the other two, and the princess, seen jizzed by everyone, hides in the shoulders of the Ten Guards shy.

"Hey, Naoko was saying. When you put bird feathers in a cloth bag, it becomes a very light, soft and warm futon. If you were a futon, you would use it in any capacity, right? If it's light, isn't it easy to carry?

Uncle Shinguang and Shinobei made an indescribable look. Even for me, I guess. It wasn't good or bad, it was an idea I'd never thought about.

"Mother, is that also knowledge of Nanban books?

When I asked, my mother nodded like she was in a bit of a panic. Kind of suspicious.

"I don't have that book anymore and I can't remember which book I read it in. Wasn't it?

"Oh, yes, Lord Bandage, you know very well."

I think she may be lying somewhere because my mother's tone is somewhat suspicious, but I don't think there is a mistake in her own thoughts. When I can, I'll give it to you first, a well-known person, starting with my father, and pay your wages. Later, I also gave it to Odd Maru and Uncle Shinhuang. If I have a good reputation, I will eventually use it and buy it. It could eventually become one industry if it spread to other countries as well.

"Isn't that good? Above all, it's good that the person is Toki. Don't let the boys get mad at you, and don't worry about the peasants if you hunt aggressively before pruning."

"Well, nobody complains about the destruction from Mino Ozawa."

"No, I also feel like it would be a good thing if Toki perished..."

What does my mother say to you? I'll leave it for now. Quickly, Uncle Shinhuang ordered me to make a duvet by peeling the toki feathers I ate yesterday.

"And then, Bamboo Jane, can't you dye that one?

"" "Dye?

Three men's voices overlapped the words of the princess. The princess replies that she feels comfortable.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time. The bandage standard Bamboo Jane is easy to read and understand, but it's all the same color and not cute."

"" "Aren't you adorable?

The three voices overlapped again. I didn't question the statement that it wasn't adorable. Before that, the elements of bamboo jane and cuteness had never been connected in the first place.

"Don't you think I should dye that one cherry or mountain blown and dig something?

"Well, then, won't the letters make it hard to read?

Asked terribly, the vain, and his mother slapped him on the side of the head.

"I'm not saying that anyone colors the reading side, they color the back."

"Do you color those who aren't on the reading side?

Then why does it make sense to color? Doesn't it matter when you're reading it?

"I think it would be wonderful to think about it, Princess Nok. Anything else you have in mind?

"Really? I'm so glad Naoko complimented me. I've been thinking about it for a long time..."

Thus, the princess and mother raped each other, and then began to speak with pleasure. Three men look at each other as they see how it goes.

"I'll take care of it, maybe."

Uncle Shinguang, me and Lord Shinobei snort at your words. Come to think of it, a job that even those who have lost their legs can do is pretty close to a job that even women can do. If so, it might be more efficient for a woman to think about it.

"This will stabilize the lives of the survivors if there is enough work to be done by the wounded."

When I loosened my expression that it was good to talk to him, he asked me if I was going to assist him to his family.

"I'm not just thinking of saving everyone unconditionally. But there's an old man who gave up his son for my Oda family and lost his worker because he lost his son. I don't want to trump those people from the beginning because they're useless."

They have no sin. If my son were alive, I would help him, eat a little rice and live fine. That's all I could have done. But all of a sudden, he didn't eat tomorrow's meal because he died in battle.

"I understand that in times like these, the idea of doing something to the useless old people is sweet."

Somewhere there comes a day when you have to slap your mouth. The Great Sage of Symtien was also sent to the temple to slacken his mouth. Going to dump an old parent in the mountains is also something you can't help. I'm just saying that I want to do everything in my power to save them until the day when there's really no choice.

"I don't think it's sweet. Instead, as a ruler, I even feel prepared to go the hard way. Isn't that a great idea?"

Nevertheless, he told me that the Ten Guards were wonderful.

"It also seems like an out-of-the-box, later-living policy. Think about it. A soldier who fights and thinks he doesn't know what will happen to his family if he dies. If you fight and die, your family thinks the Oda family will protect you, soldier. Which soldier will fight you to the end of the day?

I never thought of it that way, but I did. Uncle Nobunaga replied, well, maybe the latter.

"From time immemorial, my strongest soldier is called Dead Soldier. A soldier who is not afraid of death is the one who is strong. Always."

"Do you want to do what you can"

Uncle Shinguang nodded loudly as he was pleased to acknowledge the thought he thought would be attached to his smile.

"My lord used to say he wanted to build a teahouse on the street because it would be nice to have a place to rest and play on the way. A hot spring inn for travelers, etc. may be created, they may be managed by the Oda family, and war wounded, their parents, etc. may be placed as the manager of the scene. Some old women say they can make miso soup, even if they're weak."

I'll do what I can, and now Uncle Nobunaga said it with a stronger word butt than earlier, and so, the tumultuous decade of Yonglu was about to come to an end.