Nobunaga's Bastard

"Wait, wait, wait. Where do you guys want to get this place?!? The avenue of the patron state, the town of the fearful and honorable Master of Hondo Temple, and the town of the temple of Osaka Hondo Temple!?

"" Well said. ""

I just wanted to have a fight, and I ran out, and I heard Kyung-san's big words, and Suke-san and I got stuck.

"This grain yard, Fukitosai," Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on! "

The fight between Kyung-san and the men began almost at the same time as the road code went in again.

"Suke-san, what do we do?

"As usual, stop him if he overdoes it"

"What if Kyung-san is in danger?

"Convinced I could see something unusual and run away"

"You're not going to help me?

"At last, Lord, can you win a fight with such skill that that that man is in danger?

"I can't win"

"It will be. No matter what happens, Kyung will not die. You just need to relax and visit."

That's a terrible thing to say inside. And I thought, behind the cold words, Suke-san moved quickly. There's really no waste in letting a woman get up and bounced off by the hustle, or lowering the wild horses who are likely to get into a fight. In the meantime, Kyung-san was literally playing a toss and a stand around when she threw a thousand cuts at the murdering men.

"If you can't tell by words, let the awkward monk move on with his head chilled!

One man, Mr. Kyung, beats me up. Kyung-san stepped forward and thought she had dived into the other person's nostalgia. She plugged her arm in again, shouldering the man and groping three times on the spot. Then throw a hoi and a man away. The river is where I threw it. As the man made a loud noise with Dobon and fell into the water, he was hailed by the surrounding wild horses.

"Come on, come on! Guess who will take a water bath next!?

With his legs caught, his body hit, his opponent exploiting the momentum coming into him, and his truly brilliant figure, Kyung had sent the men he was fighting to the river one after another, and the earliest fights had turned into something like how to escape Kyung.

"Grams!"

How much time would have elapsed? The number of men Mr. Earliest Kyung throws away has also been limited. Just there, a loud voice ripping the earth apart sounded and the hustle and bustle subsided during the bundle. Sewing the gap between its sunken hustle and bustle, what wants to appear is a group of monks as prestigious as Musashiba Benqing.

"He's a monk soldier at the main temple. Get on your knees."

The hedge cracks, and the monks approach the middle of the broken hedge with their bosses. Nature and the wild horses bowed themselves, and according to that, Suke-san and I also knelt on the ground. Kyung-san is grasping and suppressing the root of two of the men she was fighting with. There is no fine dust in the atmosphere of kneeling, nor is it like the wind that frightened the approaching monks against them.

"This is a lot of noise, so if you listen to me, there's a lot of big people."

From behind the murdering men, one man appeared softly. It is not particularly noticeable compared to the monks and soldiers around. Something like the mid thirties, or his face flattened, his eyes flattened away and he's attached to the side. Kyung has a good physique for something that is not as big as Kyung.

"Trying to stop the noise, it's like he was standing around a lot. Oh, dear."

When the man came forward, Kyung replied that there was nothing wrong with him and gave him the men he had grabbed in both hands.

"We don't know what's going on, but these men are the generals of the commotion. Please, in the name of your Buddha, I wish you fair shame."

Kyung is more prestigious than usual on an occasion when he might be caught as the Teng himself who caused the noise if he misexplained one. When you look at that, you know perfectly well that being grand is something that avoids suspicion rather than being poorly kosher.

"This is this"

Ha ha, and a man laughs furiously. It is my impression that you have often been able to see who the group generals are in that situation. Though I wouldn't be surprised now because it's what Kyung does.

"Prison Secretary."

"Oh, if you leave this place to the awkward monks. Yes. I don't think this one will be more violent now. He said he took him. We're playing in the water."

Sir Prison, a man was called. He was somewhat aware of it in his monastic clothes and surrounding attitudes, but he is not a stateless, unruly person, and he has more than that position.

"Well, you can't do this if you want to. How can I help you from now on?

"Nothing else."

"If you want, we can eat."

"Awkward monks also followed the teachings of your Buddha until they did what they deserved. I'm not thankful."

"If you don't, don't say anything."

The man called Sir Jail as he said sees the waist from Kyung's head. I haven't shaved it up, and I have a knife on my waist to my hair that is tied. Neither the clothes you are wearing resemble monk shapes. Don't even go in here, because I'm doing it. Seems to be claiming otherwise.

"I'm late. Awkward monk, my legal name is Enlightenment. So understanding the truth is obvious. I still don't see any signs of reaching the area. He was called Sir Jail at the Honshoji Temple, and now even let him do a little compiler for Osaka. Never suspicious."

Rarely, Goku-kun says in an easy-to-hear voice. After all, are you also good at introducing yourself for what you are preaching and preaching?

"Both of you, of course, huh?

Saying, hey, and Enlightenment saw this one. Did you realize we were taking him?

"Zomba."

"Yes."

I was told, two boys came out. One is a boy called Zomba, one or two younger than me, etc. The other is about eleven or two years old.

"Would you like some tea?

"Yes, I am."

The boy known as Zomba was very similar to Goku-kun. I thought maybe it was parents and kids, and I was wondering if the younger kids were, but apparently not. It's eagle fried, and then my eyes are shimmering. Anyway, I got the impression that I was strong.

"You might think the refined cuisine tastes bad, but if you eat it into the talkative spring, yes."

"If you ask me out that far, it's impeccable to say no. Auxiliary Right Gate, let's interrupt."

That said, we both named ourselves and were to be taken to the Mansion of the Goku Temple.

"You can't eat inside like this."

"Yeah, it's delicious"

About a moment later, we were fed refined food at the Mansion of the Goku Palace, as we talked about.

"Is this the one with the lotus root, the true length?

"Oh no! You know more about this!?

"No, as much as I've heard about it, this is the first time I've eaten Lotus Root True Length"

Add yams, egg whites, dashi juice, etc. to the rind to taste, and steamed, boiled, or fried items are called true lengths. My mother sometimes gives me true lengths with shrimp and white fish, but I've never eaten the true length of lotus root. That's in the juice. Unlike what I ate in Kyo, it tastes thin but tastes good and delicious.

"This eggplant is delicious too. What's on top?

"Seaweed, ginger and vegetables."

Master Cha was a resourceful boy. It tells me that while I don't know the name of the vegetables and am shy about it, I season them with radish grate and filling from the top. Moisturizing texture and moderate saltiness spread through the mouth.

"Is it the refined cuisine that enjoys the flavor, not the flavor"

"That's odd to say, Lord Hado Sai."

"Surprisingly, booze goes on. I'm sorry we're the only ones who have clear liquor that looks beautiful and has a lot of alcohol."

"It's okay, Suke-right Gate Palace, originally prepared to entertain guests."

"Is alcohol or refined food for hospitality?

"Master Left. Because refined cuisine doesn't take up any hassle as you can tell by looking at eight inches etc. Awkward monks don't eat a lot of meat, so you can do it every day, but that's hard to make. So when the guests arrive, they serve fine dishes to the talking tare."

The three adults seem to have fun talking to each other. It's a strange thing because even though we're usually rogues, we both eat right at times like this.

I was only talking about it at home, but Lord Zomba said and laughed.

"Do you usually eat meat?

Kyung asked the question. It was an interesting but difficult question to ask. I don't dislike it when Kyung asks.

"Originally, it is not Buddhism but Shinto teachings that make blood stain and consider carnivores humble, so. In the Puritan sect, the protégé openly ate carnivores, as well as his wife's belt. This is done by showing that if you are undergoing rigorous training, unable to train to live, and without distinction between young and old, you can push and save everyone. Instead, I'm great because I'm not wearing a carnivorous wife belt. Thinking about it is sinful."

I know you're used to explaining. It was a mouthful. Eat meat and daughter-in-law, but what's a boy? The term is perhaps what Puritanics and Puritanics have continued to be said on a century-by-century basis.

"It's also a good meal dish. Small grain of plum on top gives it a good flavor"

"Let him! This young bamboo stew is delicious too."

"Is it bamboo? I like bamboo, too. Grown bamboo is useful, and young bamboo is delicious"

"Big bamboo can be eaten, but it has lots of uses."

"Yeah, that's right"

While talking to Master Cha, I was convinced that I still like to talk to healthy children. Tea browns are still silly cute when it comes to who is the cutest of the younger brothers. Dear Tea Lady, you seem to be smart and have a good head rotation, but it is very good to be innocent year after year.

"There is also tofu. Soybeans are essential to us. The taste of tofu is not an exaggeration when it comes to the taste of the temple."

Seeing how we were, Lord Zomba dished us out modestly. Meat from the field, soybeans. Carefully grab a large cut of tofu and carry it into your mouth. It wasn't like I had never eaten tofu, but I had a fresh surprise. Obviously not.

"I wonder if the water is good. Delicious."

"Try this sesame tofu too. It seems the same, but it's quite different."

Tofu pointed out by hand while saying is slightly dull. When I tried it, my mouth was wrapped in the scent of sesame seeds at once. Surprised and eye-opening, Lord Zomba and Lady Tea laughed happily.

And he said, "There you go again, drink soothing juice, and calm your mouth."

Lord Zomba told me to do what I was told. Achievement. This is good. I can eat as much as I want.

"It's vegan, but you're creative, not just luxurious. Delicious and good for your health"

"We can't afford to have 5,000 pieces of gold taken by Oozhong's beggar right now. They say," Don't try to keep your promises. "

Ho, ho, my voice leaked.

"Know what? Nobunaga Ueda, who brought Yoshiako here. I asked for 20,000 pieces of rice. Even if Sanho loses, the congregation was strong, but they're pathetic, they're so happy over there."

I nodded and paid the arrow pennies, but the congregation that ruled Sakami told me to call at any time because we had artillery, and all three good men were defeated. They are paid 20,000 pieces in the form of losing and succumbing. (ii) Both the construction of your place and the re-establishment of the forbidden fees were put out of here in significant part.

"The power of the Oda family in Kichinai grows every day. You can't waste Osaka's money."

"You're feeding me good food for that."

Watching your meal, he said it unexpectedly. Vegetarian food is not meant to be crude, but meat- and fish-free meals. In that sense what is now in front of us is undoubtedly vegetarian, but perhaps the ingredients used exceed thirty gracefully. Maybe Shiitake mushrooms are used in the stock.

"Don't waste money feeding good food to guests who curb the noise."

Ho, ho, howled again. It was debated in an instant. You're absolutely right. I want you to let me take home a little nail dirt, write to Ise telling me to fry it and drink it.

"As long as we have this Osaka Castle, I don't think Hondo Temple will crush us so easily."

"Master Left. As long as there is the Shimayama Honmoji Temple on the Golden Castle Iron Wall and the Honmoji Temple Gatekeepers in Kichinai, Mitsuyoshi, Hoshikawa, Ashikawa, and Oda can't help it."

Lord Zomba, who listened to our conversation somewhat modestly, insisted strongly at this time. Both of them, in the main temple, would obviously be children of the upper echelons. The two of them say this means that the wind against the Oda family in this Osaka Castle Temple Town is quite strong.

"But I'm very interested in women and fathers."

"Did you say" Kiyokuro "and" Yoshino Hakoma "?

"Erudite. But no. There's a man on top of that. Bakemon, smart mothers and sons."

"... you've never heard of such a person"

"Let's do it. But I'm here. In my current year or so, I compiled a plain pseudonym, and when it was over, I wrapped up two thousand kanji characters and made that a permanent kanji. You ever hear of a bandage pseudonym?

"Yeah, well, a little"

"A little bit, I'm always smart. That's how strange it is to know. Zomba, bring it."

"Yes."

When I was told, Lord Zomba stood up and left the room. No, it's fine. You don't have to bring it. I know, we have it, and I can write it.

"Really. It's disastrous to argue and kick out ministers who have falsified that bandage pseudonym, or use bandage pseudonym to make a lot of things. It's awesome. And my mother."

and the Zomba lord who ran out there and left came back early. What I have in my hand is a fifty tone table with a pseudonym for a knife and lots of things. Besides, they are both bamboo janes. I think it's the one our ladies made.

"I hear this bamboo jane was also made by a bandage knife. Four hundred words per volume or so. Holla."

I was shown. Oh, this is my autograph. Embarrassing.

"Awesome. This is an autograph. Write your name behind Jane Bamboo."

There were times when I did that. Hey, I quit as soon as I got in trouble.

"I have this handwriting. I can't collect the bamboo jane written in this man's hands."

Stop. I want to die.

"To this swordsman. I was wondering if you could compile a pseudonym."

"It wouldn't be a good idea to let a martial arts person codify temple letters. Why don't you codify it?

The codification of one pseudonym itself, in fact, was already done. But I haven't made an announcement. One pseudonym is used in conjunction with a cot point (meaning Chinese training, Le point, etc.) and is used as an aid to fix Chinese into stories. It was more than a plain pseudonym put together, it was just an easy task to hit another set of letters with the same sound reading as that. However, when I do that, the temple people feel angry, and there is no inconvenience whatsoever in using the plain pseudonym as an aid to read Chinese, which ends up being the fattening of the shelves.

"Can you?

"You can, but good luck."

When I encouraged him, Master Cha nodded with a less than full look. Yeah, there wouldn't be a problem if the humans at the main temple were to make it. Be careful not to get into fights around Nandu North Ridge or Fahwa Sect.

Then the story flew to my mother. The mother who raised this child was also a masterpiece, and recently she was told a fairly accurate and up-to-date story that she was about to hold a festival to collect and buy and sell books at Ozhang. It seems to be said that she is not a literary woman since Shouhara Takashi's "Souji no Kasume" etc. You've been seen pretty high. But I don't think my mother has the guts to travel from Kanto to Kyoto over three months, or to keep a 40-year recap diary.

"Well, they eat meat and mess. The pheasants and the fish. I don't eat five animals. I don't know. Funny, huh? The mother came out inside, so I wanted to meet the knife and talk to her, and I prayed for her from time to time."

"… for the first time now, I feel I have touched the protection of your Buddha"

And I feel like I'm in the middle of being punished for my current progression.

Even then, Tea Lady Naoko and her knife did not stop talking, and while I was very embarrassed, I was exposed to a warm smile even by Kyung and Suke-san, who I was listening to on the side.