Nobunaga's Bastard

The samurai unexpectedly pray to God and Buddha, who are responsible for the fringe. Sometimes I think a lot of people think there is no God or Buddha because they have to live with killing people and being killed themselves, but as far as I know, there are no warlords who can completely ignore the prayer to the Gen bearers and the Divine Buddha, including my father.

It is famous, for example, that Kenshin Uesugi, the caller of the military god, believes in Kushaman Ten. In his petition for victory prayer, Kazan obtains protection from other divine Buddhists by describing the names of Amitabha, Thousand Hands Kanyin, Mori Jintian, Daiyuan, Benteng, Aidan Shengjun Jizao, Eleven Sided Kanyin, Real Estate King, and Aidan King. Another military god, Shingen Takeda, has also raised the flag of "Omijin Ueshita Nangu", claiming that he is protected by the Omijin Suwa. How is my father? Even my father, who exchanged wars with the Ishiyama Honmoji Temple and the Bishan Yonji Temple, has an Ibun Master, a spell who occupies auspicious trillions, and is responsible for the brink when things happen. It would be a famous story to have prayed for victory in the fold of the barrel narrow, to the hot fields.

Why do samurai who place themselves in killing each other revere God and Buddha in this way? It seems like it would be a good thing if it was reopened because it was originally a punitive act. Not that I've ever thought of it that way. But lately, somehow, I feel like I know why the samurai revere the Divine Buddha. We don't think it's the right thing to do about killing each other. There is no other way, so I have no choice but to kill my enemies knowing that it is a bad thing. Therefore, he claims the legitimacy, the great name, of fighting against others, and excuses himself to the Divine Buddha that he thinks this way and has no choice but to slaughter his enemies. In other words, I think that in order to keep my mind at peace, I will revere the Divine Buddha.

What will divide the life and death of every man in the battlefield? Of the two with similar powers, one returns unharmed and one dies. Where is the difference? If you are a human being who has been on the battlefield, you can see that there is no clear difference there. I want the reason there is the protection of the Divine Buddha because I see no clear difference. It's too heavy for you, your clan, your precious human life to break it off as just a coincidence.

This is why my mother has no respect for the Divine Buddha, which is also convincing. My mother has never actually been on the battlefield. There will be none in the future. Then I don't feel anything spiritual about the life and death of the battlefield. Many soldiers, good and bad weapons, terrain weather morale. I can only make decisions about whether to live or die in a part that is convincing in their rationalization. I can't tell you for sure because it's about my mother.

Both externally, Nobunaga Oda, fearless and fearless of God and Buddha, and his ministry carried out yet another act of turning Buddha against the enemy. That is, my father officially declared a ban on the Oda Ministerial Corps, and the Ministerial Corps accepted it.

The people of the Church of the Hongwun Temple, beginning with their prominence, would have been astonished. I wonder if we have made peace. But the Oda ministers are not surprised. Though I was impressed with my father for a long time, I was convinced that, in a way, the time had just come for him to come.

I repeat, neither the Oda family Ichimen nor the ministry think anything like that is a lie to the Divine Buddha. I just fight because I have to. That's all. With the exception of a handful of people who are not in awe of the Buddha from their hearts, they must have a faint and unpleasant feeling that the punishment from the Divine Buddha hit most of the Oda family ministerial corps whenever something bad happened in the future. As far as I'm concerned, most ministers can't be more sympathetic.

I, Shigesei Murai, don't fear God Buddha, not exactly. But I'm just saying that we have the protection of those who believe more than that. Uncle Nobuji Oda, a man who cut his own stomach and died when he said he would curse those who fought against the Oda family at the beginning of the Kanji Temple. Seeing the spectacular death, I was able to believe from the bottom of my heart that I was gaining protection. If we are to say that the punishment will be done, we are also convinced that the youngsters, who will be cursed from above by their uncles, such as the Divine Buddha, will be punished more terribly.

"I don't feel well."

"Is this what it is?

In the course of the archeology, he was called out by Jing and Lord Shimoda when he considered that there was no difficulty or benefit. When there is no more disturbance in the structure, Lord Shimoda stops saying anything. That's how I punch in. When I punch in, they always hold me down and point out again that I don't have a good standing. The point is also that if the leg is not in good position, the tip of the wooden knife is placed on the leg and if the arm is not in good position. Though it doesn't hurt at all because I can gently hit it to touch it. I'm always surprised it's happening at some point when I'm supposed to be on guard. The wooden knife is stuck between the eyebrows when you notice it, for example when the erection is too forward-looking. How many times has Lord Shibata been able to kill me in his previous auditions?

Lord Tsuda is an interesting man. Where the number of mouths is low, it resembles Jinglian, but Jinglian has a passion for bows inside of his mouthless mouth and an ambition not to let his family name flourish. However, it seems that Shimoda did not originally have a fever.

I have asked Lord Takita why he is traveling on a national comic tour. As far as I'm concerned, I was hoping for an answer such as wanting to extremes the sword of heaven or fight a strong opponent, but the answer was' the master told me '. There's nothing to teach, and you're probably the skill of the heavens, so there's no point in being beside yourself. They said. He said such things to his master, the Nobunaga Uesumi.

Asking if you're not interested in being strong, 'What's the point of being stronger than others?' They returned the question. Wouldn't it be fun if you didn't know what to say back and you were stronger than anyone else? In retrospect. 'Well, it's not fun anymore,' he returned. Later I thought, it's, you know, there's no one stronger than me. Is that so?

It's not fun anymore. As the words say, Lord Hada waves the knife like it's really boring. That's already brilliant. Auditorium is indispensable every morning and every night. Because if you don't do the archery, you'll be dead. I'm only losing it. But just so you know, I don't have any emotion at all, I just do a pale, determined audition. It doesn't matter if it rains or not. Probably do the same with snow and thunder. Do you hate swords? When I heard that, after a while of thinking about it, Lord Fujita replied that he was sorry.

It's hard to understand what you're thinking right now, but when you give me an answer, the answer is really easy to understand. When asked what was suitable as a weapon for combat in the mountains and in the deep woods, he was told that a slightly shorter knife was suitable. When I actually went out to the woods with it, Cheng Cheng was sure that the unopposed short knife, which was excellent for picking up, was user-friendly without hitting the branches of the trees. Nandu Kofukuji told the treasure house that he wanted to build a stronger spear. When I make it, I can't make it because I can't avoid it on the side if it's this spear. However, it was also taught that it was not suitable to create a cuckoo in group combat because it would hurt the side.

"Naoko is an interesting person."

My mother is the only one who cares about you. At first I wondered if she was interested in all sorts of things my mother was doing, but it was slightly different. I look at my mother herself, who has all sorts of hands on all sorts of things. I thought maybe you were in love, but maybe not. Those are just words, watching interesting spectacles.

"See you tomorrow,"

Finish your audition and head back to the castle. Even today, Lord Tsuda nods with an unreadable expression of emotion and bows his head to me.

"That's a lot of fun."

During the evening, when my mother said that the swordsman was staying in our territory for a long time thanks to his amusement, it was returned that way by my mother.

"Really? Although some have only recently done enough to make paper and crossbows. After that, you'll only have to put on a sword archery."

Pickled melon and radish. Baked rice noodles. Baked venison backs, mistletoe. While sipping the miso soup and eating the rice, I still thought this one tasted better than bread and pizza.

"Isn't that funny? There's no consistency between archaeology and the development of paper and weapons and what we're doing."

"There is consistency. Everyone wants to enrich their territory."

Creating paper is making paper out of straw. Simmer finely chopped rice straw or straw for a long time, then fiber, and then form paper. When it was time to rely solely on Bamboo Jane, the limit of transfer was seen due to weight and bulk, so we are about to make a trial and error. After the fall harvest, I wish it would be a winter job. It would be nice to be able to do bamboo leaves and even weeds around them. Align these papers to a certain size and sell them under the name 'Soft Half Paper'. My mother gave me the name.

The crossbow flashed as I was reading "Sun Tzu". It was once an improvement on the proposed bow, but there is first one way to make the bow bigger and bigger bow as a positive attack method. This method beat the flying distance, at least more than the seed island currently used, and for what Jinglian handled, it also beat the hitting rate and rapidity. For what Jinglian handles.

If Jinglian taught him how to handle it, a large bow unit of about ten would be able to braid. It could even be done in hundreds of people as long as it takes time. But that's the limit. If the artillery squad is in thousands, which way the Great Archer will be driven out. It becomes a crossbow appearance where I was wondering what to do.

Unlike the bow, the crossbow uses the force of the arms as well as the legs to pull the arrow and fire after securing it. Even if it's an arrow, it's an iron gun. And once you squeeze the arrow, whoever handles it doesn't change the distance you fly. In other words, the hit rate is high, and skilled technology is not required. In other words, it is excellent in collective management. The inferior surface is fast fire. It takes roughly three times as long as the large bow handled by Jinglian.

"A rich man. Isn't that what your mother said?"

Making half a piece of paper is a rich country, and improving the bow is a strong army. Protecting my territory leads to rich countries and strong soldiers.

"Now, I've come up with one thing that leads to a rich soldier, so look at it."

My mother told me that she had already finished her meal and that when I emptied the meal, she automatically turned the replacement into a machine. Give me a cup of tea with a lot of rice, and then I'll show you some cloth.

"What is it?

"It's skin clothing that hits your breasts."

It's the first thing I've ever seen. Indeed, it is a curved cloth that accepts a woman's breasts. Key-shaped little iron is attached to the back side so that it can be fastened.

"Because you need to put a cloth directly on your breasts?

"It may be hard for the lords to understand, but just walk and shake and rub, and sometimes it hurts."

Hmm, snorts. I'm not sure if they say it. But if they say it's necessary because it rocks, my mother, well, it might be necessary. If it is Hal, it will definitely be necessary. It will be unnecessary for Kyou. I will never tell the person.

"If wearing this means that women's lives will be better, you can make it."

I'm not sure which way to go about women. I am a man. Roast the pickles. Put the rice in your mouth. My mother is always happy to serve freshly cooked. It's a joy not on the battlefield.

"Thank you. So, you know, there was a part of it."

"Is it for the awkward? Isn't that what hits a woman's breasts?

I don't have breasts. If you're a fat man, you might need it, but either way, don't. It's me.

"No, my lords don't have breasts, but they do have muscles. It can be fastened and tightened to provide a strong force."

That's what my mother said and took out another cloth. It seems to be for men. Unlike the previous one, there is no rounding.

"Sometimes I wrap cloth around you when you get hurt, right? Yeah. Doing it and keeping it down helps the body. Previously on Pelvic Orthopaedic Hip Rolls"

"Cheng Cheng"

I take the cloth seriously, then I also ask for the look on my mother's face, and I read the words I am saying, their sincerity.

"Sure, if you don't, it's called body tightness, but your body moves differently."

"You bet, so be it"

"I don't use the awkward"

"Why not!!

I was screamed out of tea. The reason is your eyes. You moronic fox.

"My mother's eyes are evil. I'm not too busy with what my mother would do with those eyes."

"That's not true! That's not true! Just put it on for a second, please, bandage."

"I don't like anything you don't like when you call me that. Awkward people don't use that. I'll include telling the ministers never to use it."

Grab the last slice of venison and put it in your mouth. When I tried to get the tea bowl, Bessi was taken up and confiscated first. I've already had a few replacements, so it doesn't work if they skip my meal now.

"Now it's a chance to spread the word about men's bras to the world because no one knows, please, just wear that bra for once and then go to war"

"Because no one knows, the rhetoric is already something evil. It's that of those who are limping. I'll write to my father and my brother."

Mother who bites her lower lip and stares at me with regret. I have no idea why you make such a regrettable look, but it's a reason why you can't do anything about it. I don't need to consider the mood.

"There's an" Angel Bra, "so it's okay to have a" Gentleman's Bra "or a" Army Bra. "You can't repeat a history that discriminates against a man who has a monopoly on how he feels when he opens the front hock."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Even then, my mother tried to convince me to use a lot of words that she didn't quite understand. Not to mention my brother being mean to my mother. And so on, he says, rubbing his belly. I don't mind using the fetus to persuade you to do that. But I don't shake my head vertically. You cannot poison my beloved inhabitants and ministers with my mother's teeth. I don't know if it's a gentleman's bra or a military bra... hmm?

"Mother, would you be happy if a man used that, brah thing?

"Yeah!"

You're full of energy.

"One, there's a man who deserves to wear that warrior's bra."

"Who? Who does my mother know?

Someone I know. I've heard it thrive with the ladies before.

"As a matter of fact, Awkward, in this battle, I have now gained knowledge with Confucius and Lord Shigeji Hanbei Takenaka. It's a good match for a horse that I can only imagine had a cause from my previous life, and I don't know anyone to call my earliest friend."

My mother's eyes are wide open. The brilliance of evil is overflowing, the cheeks are reddish, and from the edge of the mouth is still dripping.

"Lord Takenaka, no, why don't you send my friend Hanbei a bra recommended by my mother? If that's the case, my mother would be happy to help you, Lord Takenaka."

And my heart won't break either. Not even a few.

As soon as I finished saying it, my mother grabbed my hand and said, 'I'm glad I gave birth to you,' and zeroed a tear. I hope you don't think such a big deal about this.

After that, I don't know and don't care what kind of bra my mother sent to Hanbei Takenaka. Apart from that, three months after this, my mother gave birth to twins of both sexes, civil unrest broke out in Hanoi and Yamato, and I will march again to attack Iseh Nagashima.