Nobunaga's Bastard

"My lord."

"What's up?

Two days after I was sniped and took a little meat from my right shoulder, I was eating horse meat in the morning. What I'm eating is a horse who protected me two days ago by eating two bullets in his body. In the course of the day, he intervened and drained the blood, and made it flesh. Bullets, or lead balls, can be poisonous, so the flesh of the horse shot is considerably less edible. The tail was on the brush, the skin was on the clothes, and the meat was used up for consumption. As far as I'm concerned, it's the thought of a severance, but I had to throw away quite a bit of the meat. What I'm eating right now is the part of my back that I can stand to eat. It is greasy and very tasty. Cook this on an iron plate and eat with sauce on. The truth is that it is raw and tastes good with sesame oil and finely chopped melon in the eggs and soy sauce, but this time I refrained. Let's cook and eat better than usual.

"I see Misuke."

"Misuke? Why?"

I asked Mikusuke without honoring her because she was the only one on the scene. Jinglian, who was asked, slapped his right shoulder with his finger with a ton.

"I was wondering if you had come to visit me. Master Shinji is with us."

"Well, let him through."

Saying, Jinglian left after a short reply, Ha.

"Hal, do you have any juice or anything to tuck in your stomach?

Speaking to Hull, the side room where he was pouring water silently into my water only, Hull narrowed his dripping eyelid a little and conceived.

"How about a snack?

In front of me is an enclosure, on which is raised an iron plate that grills horse meat. I replied yes, I asked for it.

"We'll have it ready in a minute, and in the meantime, please bring your duvet."

Stand up, Hal, and make you stand up about me, too. Oops. And I wonder where the futon was while I replied. I sometimes distribute and sell buckwheat shells, feathers, and other ideas to ministers to make good products.

It's under the shelf.

I was called from behind when I was worried. That's right. Under the shelf, I rush out the duvet. Hal will sit next to me too, so there are at least four of them. I doubled that out once.

Over the past two years, I have lived an ancient life with Ise, and I have almost stopped going to Kyoto. Initially, the majority of my reasons for going to Kyoto were "Public and Tabernacle Softness," but the work was handed down to Lord Bullet and Shouji, and the results are brilliant. Where my need diminished, the policy shifts were made when I showed so much work in the Iga attack.

I was not dissatisfied with me because I was not spared or left, but there was one woman who was dissatisfied with me not going to Kyoto, that is the daughter of my adoptive father, Sadashi Murai, and Hal in the side room. Hal wrote to Kyou and her mother asking them to let him go because there was a Kyou princess in Fudo Castle, but there was no one to take care of him in Ise. Kyou agreed this was better than getting caught by a weird woman, and thus Hal came with a few ladies to the front line of Ise Iga who didn't know when it was going to be a fight.

"I was told to keep an eye on Tate, who has a good mouth, to keep her from crying."

Hal, who came to Ise, said so first at the opening. Nothing. I've never spoken to a woman with my mouth, but if you're a man, I've spoken to a much older jerk a few times. Some opponents have often come down to the Oda family, and have failed.

Finish arranging the duvets and bake the horse meat. Smells good. It is also delicious to soak it in a pot of miso, but it is also delicious to just cook it and eat it with a hint of salt, soy sauce, or wasabi.

"Yes, sir."

A patter and a moving hal brought a skewer and a tweezer on a wood dish. Shake the salt, stab it on the skewer, then on the back end of the enclosure. I placed it a little in front so that it could be cooked over low heat.

"Nice to meet you too."

Then they brought the rice and stretched it flat. The brush was used to apply soy sauce thinly on both sides, and on the iron plate, the fragrant smell immediately drifted around.

"Dear Tate"

"What's up?

"I have some delicious miso soup that I took stock of with Ala."

Saying, Hal made me frown like I was in trouble. Trouble frowning.

"That's good. You got a problem with that?

"I took the stock, but I don't have any utensils."

"Then let's bake vegetables on an iron plate and add that. There would have been a shapeless little shiitake mushroom. Bake that and thinly chopped spring onions, and then add tofu to form."

When I suggest, well, Hal breaks face saying. Pong struck me in the hand and I ran out to say I would. Still expressive.

"My lord."

"Can you come?

That's how while I was getting ready, a voice was called out from the outside. It's Jinglian's voice. When I ask if you want to eat with me, it's a terrible thing. I was told and discouraged. The story is about eating dinner for now. That's what my father does well, and our brothers don't care.

"Tartare!"

Then immediately, my brother, Misuke Toyotomi, who came in with the momentum to rush into the room, looked at my face and laughed.

"Look, you were okay, weren't you?

Says our cousin, Shinji, who follows. In the same year as Sansuke, I used to play a lot from a very young age. It is a crowd of the Oda family named Tsuda surname.

"I've been worried about you, but you smell like a lot of it."

My right shoulder is still bandaged and I apply ointment twice in the morning and evening to see how it goes. If you get hurt, it's a good idea to replenish the flesh. Depends on how much meat you're eating right now with a reason you don't seem to understand.

"I'm sorry I made you worry."

I invited the two of them and let them sit down. I won't say I'm going to eat it, I picked meat cooked with vegetable chopsticks. Shiitake mushrooms and Hal, who came back with chopped onions, make them hold plates in their hands. I put roasted meat on that plate.

"Do you have any different meat?

"Yes, I do."

If I wanted to eat alone, or if I wanted to eat with Hal, I didn't mind a single type of meat, but I also asked for something that I didn't think was because a customer came. Hal leaves the room on a small run again.

"How was your crusade for the Kitami Warehouse?

"Even if they say so. I've been in touch."

"Brother, I can't seem to have heard or heard you were hurt."

This time, my handle will remain that of Misuke. Though it was raided, it wasn't me who defeated it brilliantly, but the Kitami family's masterpiece. As a Martial Family person, my father told me if I could do something about Sansuke, whose martial name had fallen to a deadly extent, and I moved in response to news from Iga Shinobu.

"Hey, shouldn't I say it's what the bandage did after all?

"Say stupid. Then it won't be worth working for."

Literally, I worked hard until they cut me with bullets.

"Master Misuke doesn't like to take away your grip."

Says Shinji, who listens next door. I turned around and sprinkled salt on the meat and put it in my mouth. My arrowy back is fat on it. Sappy with salt and tasty to eat.

"I don't think that's a good thing about you."

But the fact that they haven't seen the big picture is the lack of military talent. If they think the general is incompetent, they will not fight and the army will collapse. The Oda family is on offense now. So Ise is doing well, too. When Misuke's rating remains as it is, assuming the Oda family is put at a disadvantage, it could collapse from Ise. The same is true of the forty-eight North Ises, but the people of Ises did not disappear because they were robbed of their power, but became the summer. It's not like the people who are celebrating their time as female peasants without a name know what triggers them to move again.

"My father knows what I did this time. I won't be able to get a direct reward, but it should be recognized as martial arts. It's not like I don't have a clue."

"Well, I hope so."

The meat is cooked again, picked up, and placed on two plates. When I urged them to eat, they finally put the meat in their mouths.

"Delicious."

"Don't you? A horse who was shot with a gun instead of me and died for me. I need you to eat it for me."

"Ho ho, that's a great horse, if you don't pay your family well"

We laughed at Shinji's joke. Shinji already knew his father had been conspired against and murdered when he was conscientious. My father had nothing to say later because he was such a person, but he would have had a narrow shoulder. Still, because he was three brothers, there were two people who were in the same situation and struggling the same way. One of them, Shincheng, is no longer there. I'm good at reading the ambient air just because I'm a hard worker.

"Ise Nagashima is next. Misuke, you are one of the generals who leads Shima's Kyushu Navy, so be handy here."

Place a snack on top of the oil coming out of the horse meat and add a little soy sauce. More horse meat was placed on an iron plate and a little portion of the hal was divided. Shiitake mushrooms and spring onions have also become better.

"I wonder what I can do to win"

Chopsticks in his mouth, Sansuke groans. He had a face like a sample of a pitiful look. I guess the previous year's losses have lasted a long time. I know how you feel. Sansuke has a stupid personality, but it doesn't mean he has a bad head spin in the first place.

The Navy can't command us.

To be honest, I answered. I join the army that Sansuke commands. The point is, "Help Sansuke" is what my father wanted to say, but in retrospect, I didn't take any specific command of the Navy. However, at a very young age when I still had no position, it could have been significant to have been taught how to maneuver a ship by the way I believed.

"With you, you'd be pissed off if the amateur of dance told you to dance like this, move like this. You just have to let him do what he wants."

"So you can do martial arts?

"That's lucky."

Flip the tweezer again. A pinch more salt. Is it time?

"If the Nine Ghosts Navy puts a handle on it, that's your handle as it is. Then don't interrupt me as much as you can. At my time, I took supplies to put in Long Island and thought that all ships trying to get out of Long Island should sink. So I told the Navy, but I didn't tell them exactly what to do."

Unlike then, no one leaves or enters Long Island at the earliest. The Waqf has broken down and the traditional sect, which neither wants nor wants reinforcements, still refuses to surrender, has painstakingly shown its will.

"What should we do this time?

"Stop loading first, and if you can make them think they'll never bring in troop food or anything at the earliest, they'll also drop the enemy's morale. Later on, you're talking about soldiers trying to escape. At the end of the day, it's no surprise that a group of people escape Long Island."

"I hope we don't let that get away with it."

"I'd eat a counterattack that I don't think would be too much to hunt down, so I guess it's good enough to let him get away with it and chase him later, but, well, roughly."

Shiitake mushrooms and spring onions burned. Take it away once and leave it on the plate. Misuke is devising chopsticks, but Shinji seems to be shifting his interest in Shimamushrooms, a luxury product. I can read the air, but I'm not feeling too responsible from the standpoint. I laughed happily when I told her to wait because I would use it as a miso soup set.

He flipped over and took the skewers of the jaws. Take one tail at a time for both of you, and hand it over. It's a roasted potato. There's no reason why it doesn't taste good. I took a bite around my belly. Putty and skin tear and hot air erupts from the inside. It's salty, but it's sweet. Visceral bitterness is also good.

"This guy can't stop."

"For a long time, I've been good at this kind of knife. Haven't you done tempura these days?

They are both stuck to the point. There is still a lot more. You should eat if you want.

"You don't do much in Ise, but you have things to do at home. Everybody loves it."

As I said, I removed a bottle of bamboo from the skewer and collapsed with chopsticks. When you guzzle it and then pull your head off, your bones come off cheeky. Carefully separate the small bones and keep them on the side.

"Oh, my God, that sounds like fun."

That's when Hal with the pot came. Hanging over the enclosure, when the wooden lid was removed, the tofu miso soup appeared.

"Can I put some utensils in it?

"Go ahead."

Hal, who once again greeted the two of you, sits next to me. I picked the meat on the plate, went to my mouth, and then took a bite of the only one I had, both of them, and ate it so happily that the one I was watching laughed at.

"This one too."

Hal stuffed his mouth with food and then took out another plate again. They say it's horse tongue meat and butt meat. Place all the rest of your back on an iron plate, then thickly cut tongue meat.

"Eat Hal."

As I said, I added the roasted shiitake mushrooms and onions to the miso soup and stirred them. Put it in a pot brought with it, and put it in a pot with Misuke and Shinji. Release Hal's share, then your share, sip. Tasty, but hot.

"Pretty hot, you'd better chill a little"

I told Hal the cat tongue. Snacks are pretty good already. I stabbed him with chopsticks and checked inside. I took it out because it seemed ok and rolled the seaweed. When I asked if I could eat, we both nodded. I put three or four more together and rode them, and I took the big one. The aroma of soy sauce is good, but the seaweed texture is great just after rolling. Hot. Yummy.

"Does tongue meat taste good?

Until then, Sansuke opened his mouth, anxious to think about the next battle. I like the crunchy texture and teeth. I told her that I wanted to eat soon. I'd be embarrassed if I didn't cook it thoroughly.

"I wish I could just live and go with something fun like this"

Misuke inadvertently changed the story after laughing at the skirmish several times: let him eat quickly, wait a little longer.

"Well, Misuke would be easier to live with."

People have a variety of talents, and it is hard to measure who is superior or inferior, but among them, the talent that Sansuke possesses is extremely different. Everyone knows about dancing and tea water, but he's a good kicker and a bunch of songs, etc. And actually, even if I let him play Beecher, chess, etc., he's stronger than me. I mean, he's got talent for art. I suppose if I had been born into a peaceful world, I would have even been called an all-powerful genius. But he's vulnerable to battle when he says he's good at both Beecher and chess. I'm not good at tuning, and I don't have any luck on the battlefield. And in the world of warring nations, the only drawback of being vulnerable to war is that it prevails over everything else. Shinji Imagawa, who is said to have been famous for kicking and singing and excellent in his internal affairs skills, was treated like an incompetent representative even in one way or another for destroying a loser in the war.

"The truth is, I guess I'd rather be son-in-law in this public house and live in the arts."

And have it between the Oda family and the Morning Court. Not a bad idea. But times don't allow it. Misuke is asked for his worst military ability, and he is failing.

"Unite the heavens early, knife."

"Don't tell me, tell your father."

"If I told you, you'd be pissed off."

I laughed at Sansuke's words and said, "Oh, yeah."

"You can eat now, okay?

"Ooh, eat plenty"

Then ten days later, we'll all march to Iseh Nagashima. And the long lasting battle on Long Island comes to an end due to what will be a miserable hellish battle that will be told in the afterlife. But again, the Oda family will also lose one gate crowd.