Nobunaga's Bastard

"Ugh..."

"Is it over?

"Uhm. I told you. It won't take long."

That said, I closed my finished diary and pulled over to the edge of the stationery.

"Even on nights like this, it's bright."

I was praised and replied that I would. It's vegetable seed oil. It's brighter and smells less pure than commonly used before. I burned incense and decided on the room to use it because I smelled it even the next day when I used the oil. However, it can be used with relatively little resistance. The biggest problem is that it is expensive.

"It's sixteen nights tonight. It's a sad moon that's just missing at the earliest, but that's good for the flair. Let's just call it this brightness because of its lights."

Saying, look outside the room. The man who replied that the left side of the eye was never taken off this one for a moment.

"I seem to have kept you waiting, but how about some tea? With you at the end of the day."

"No, stay put"

When I slowly tried to lift my hips, I was quickly restrained by hand movements. It was such a sharp move that if I moved a little more, the blade would stretch out, not my hand, and I would be relentlessly snapped around my neck.

"You're a boulder. Not even a slight movement is allowed. I don't think so."

I said with a smile, but no laughter came back from them. I hate the smell of spiciness.

"The Diary"

"Yeah?"

My gaze moves for a moment into a book I leaned over to the edge of my desk. When I asked what was wrong with this, I was told that it was still written.

"My mother gave me the brush, and then I lost my wife, Yuzu. I don't write every day, but I still can't quit inside. I'm not even gonna let anyone read it."

I don't even know how many more books it will be. Does my mother have what I wrote as a child? Or Qingzhou or Gifu or Yasu, there is nothing missing here because everything I later rewrote.

"Because I'm not going to ask the awkward anything?

Speaking of which, you used to show me your diary. Talking about it, I was suddenly stopped talking about it. I tilt my neck and ask.

"Question? Like what?

"Why is that?"

I raised my voice and laughed when they asked me. A human being who hears the reason yet in this situation would be either an old man or a child who is blind or deaf, or touching his mind. I can't say enough that I don't have the possibility to apply to the last possibility.

"You know, even you have questions."

Now he smiled lightly when I said, yes, he did.

"Who. Aren't you interested in that?

"Of course there is. But I can't help hearing it from you. I don't think you can tell the truth. My mind is like a mountain. You forgot what happened to you the earliest time. Too many. It could be enough for the great names in the country, or for the temple forces, or for the ministers who have become a nation. Given the location of these two places, perhaps the most powerful will be revealed by the Emperor. There are no grooms, there are jobs in Iga and the West, and there are no Goemon and others. That's how the security got the least. Today. Information that has not been widely disseminated to the public, but is not hidden. If it were the people I've just listed, you'd know. On top of that, all of them, and you were acquainted. Everyone wanted to invite you home."

Neither am I. Neither is my mother. We have fought together, but from beginning to end, without serving anyone, the world celebrated the time of Tahei under heaven.

"But, well, your silent lord gave me corner time and allowed me to ask questions on it. Let's hear about one thing. The Temple of Tachida."

That's how I gaze up and look at the guy. As always, my eyes were looking down at me that didn't make me feel emotional.

"What will cause my death?

A sword painted with blood, a knife I once gave you when I said, 'When you run out of money, give it to the road bank'. I don't know how many people I've cut, but there's hardly any blood on that body. On the other hand, the whole body of Lord Kuda is painted on the return blood.

"Right. Here's a good light."

Saying, Lord Tsuda waved his sword. I couldn't see the cutting-edge movement, but the next moment the tip of the wax was on the knife of Lord Tachida.

"How about a fire, burned by the flames?"

Saying, release the candle. The candle came from me and fell to the right side, and the fire slowly burned in the tatami and jaws.

"Wouldn't there be some suspicious people out there with cuts on the bodies? I don't know what to say to myself, but I'm a great person there right now, so I'm sure the investigation will be carried out carefully."

"If it burned and was only bone, the cuts would have disappeared."

That's the same thing, I snort. That's not good. You have to beg for your life.

"I think I've been selling favors to Lord Kuda, too."

"I remember many thanks. This time, only a little more thanksgiving than Mr. Bullet Yoon or Naoko gave us. Therefore, many of the fears and fears of Mr. Bullet Yoon's life depend on your attendance."

Forgive me, I was about to tell you a story, but before that, I was sealed with words. It's really a shame to think that I could have avoided this situation if I had just fed my mother and me a few more pizzas.

"If I survive here, I'll play pizza every day."

"It's an attractive invitation, but I've already moved on to action. We've told them we're counting on you."

"Then will you decide that I killed him? It is to be dead, and also to the Buddha Gate. Let's do it."

"Awkward people are not honest enough to believe that you can protect them honestly, as I have just promised."

You're absolutely right. Even if I were going to protect you, I wouldn't be able to.

"Is there any other way?

"None"

I don't even have a bite. No, definitely not. Do you scream for help? The presence of Lord Tsuda here would mean that all those packing nearby have been slaughtered, but there must still be people outside. There is no way that a hundred of them have slaughtered all of them. No, is this the length of this because they're all slaughtered?

I don't know if it's true, but even if the person in the next room wasn't cut off and just asleep, my neck would be snapped between the time I screamed and came to help. At this time, it doesn't matter if the subsequent Lord Shibata can escape safely or if he will soon be taken over. It's just, no matter how I fall, I'm gonna get killed.

"Fire is spreading to good health."

I can see Lord Hada's face well looking down at me as I say so. Once it burns, the flame doubles. The lights are already dazzling, and my right cheek is getting hot. I haven't waited long. Shit, think of something.

"I only need one favor"

"I can't talk for long."

Exhale softly and tell Lord Hada as he does so. The knife has been pulled out, Lord Tsuda will set it up. I know exactly what you're trying to do with my head in one swing.

"No, it's an easy thing. Here's the diary I just wrote. It's a shame I let you lose it. Take this and run. I'm not asking you to give it to my mother, my father, or my family. I don't mind if you give it to your Lord's client. So please. Take this and run away."

Saying, softly lift the book that was on the right and show it. Without thinking, Lord Tsuda nodded immediately.

"I'm in awe. I will certainly give it to you."

"To whom?

"I don't know who it is."

I nodded, and nodded again that it would be good. Put your hands under the stationery and extend your spine.

"I don't want to suffer. Do as you wish."

"Excuse me."

Thus, Lord Tsuda took a step forward and waved his sword.

I didn't see a swinging knife at that time. Legs put forward. At that moment, when the force caged in its legs and bent at an angle that seemed the most beautiful, he put out the sideways gripped in his left hand, on the right side of his head.

The cutting edge is downward, the blade is outward, with the carcass in the left hand, and the back around the back of the cutting edge is suppressed behind the right hand. A shock runs in my hand, and Lord Takita's sword stops between my neck.

As such, I slipped the knife with the knife, stretched my left arm, and stretched the knife toward the face of Lord Tsuda, as the momentum of my suppressed arm remained.

I didn't aim for the knife I let slip, and I headed for Lord Takita. An unfamiliar shake on his left hand, a shorter blade than a regular katana, still managed to reach the position of Lord Takita's face, and if hit, he could put in the power of fatal injury.

If that one knife had been avoided, it would not have surprised me yet. I do not believe that the best swordsman of our time, Kida Kazuo, will be so easily fought back because he was struck by surprise that he will be stuck under one sword. In that case, we will slash each other on this occasion and fight to the end in case we win. It was an abdominal cumulation to say so. It is not overwhelmingly unfavourable, but if it is dying, there will be a viable path somewhere.

But when I realized it, the sword of Lord Takeda disappeared from the swing position, and he cut off my sword with every left hand he held. I don't care what anyone thinks, it would have been a strange time if my sword hadn't been sucked into Lord Shimoda's neck first.

"It was in good standing and good sword muscle"

That said, Lord Tsuta drew a knife and lowered his body as well. I saw my wrist dancing through the universe and falling to the ground with a head I couldn't keep up with.

"Ah...... ugh?

Kakun and strength fell out of my body without the words that I tried to say to my mouth coming out well.

"That attitude, which symbolizes the heavens and does not break the mindset of constant combat while in Kyoto, is brilliant"

As I said, not only did Lord Tsuda finish as early as possible, but he took out his pocket in a gentle motion, accompanied it at the edge of his body, in front of Tsuda, and wiped it.

I had my chest amputated. I didn't even know when it was mutilated. After you cut my chest, did you skip your wrist, or with a knife that flipped your wrist back, did you slit your chest? Together, it was not a strange blow to instant death, as opposed to a fatal injury.

"Oh... hi, Ki no..."

Without being able to call his name, I took a step back and put my back on the wall with Doshin.

"Were you wearing it as well? You should still have targeted your neck. Sorry, sir."

Suffered in vain, Lord Kurata apologizes to me. I could barely hear him, but I still saw Lord Takita with vain, frivolous eyes, sparing him instant death and not losing his mind.

"Immediately"

I'll stab you in the stop. I see that's what you're saying. There was no force in my body. To avoid, of course, one cannot act like resistance.

Carefully, wipe the blood attached to the knife, and look at the knife, Lord Hada. The blood paste will not completely fall off to the extent that I have wiped it with a pocket. Still, there would have been enough cleavage to stab one dying man in the way.

"Just suffer, resist."

Still trying to block me from saying something, Lord Kida stepped out a step ago. The pocket drops and rides the stationery.

"Ugh... gu... hiki, i"

Gradually, my mouth uttered words that made sense to me. Life begging is futile. I can't even resist. Then I stretched my lost left hand wide to the left. Look to the left, too. Lord Tsuda's movements stopped.

"Tea... tools..."

"Is such a thing more important than life?

Lord Tsuda tells me to clap it out. Totally agree. But there is madness in saying things are more important than life. Not one or two.

"Flat Spider"

When you squeeze out just one word of that. I also made the face of the servant Lord Tsuda. Then, lean your neck.

"We have heard that the flat spider used in Kyushu was returned to Matsunaga-sama."

"Very similar...... fake"

Bad, my body is getting cold. The fire in the room is burning up and the skin is likely to burn. My consciousness is about to jump. Enough. You can't sleep now.

"Hold..."

"Running away with it will simply be coso mud"

"Give it back... Give it to me"

To the Matsunaga Hall. I couldn't say enough of that. I show my words to Lord Takita, who thinks he is.

"Thank you too Matsunaga for your help"

Thus, after having stopped about two breaths, Lord Hada-kun moved his body quickly and opened the Hada-kun on the left from where I was sitting.

"I'm oblivious to things. Which is it?

"Right in front"

When I said it, I took out the black iron vessel, which Lord Tsuda had in the back, with one hand, unmade. When I asked him if this was the case, he turned to me and asked me what the imitation was. I took the diary I had on the edge of my desk and showed it to me to throw. The end of the book is burned by fire, burning with melameras.

Aim well. Once and for all. I have to make sure I hit it. Squeeze your strength, you can always suffer.

"Have you been able to beat the awkward when you finally hit it?

Says Lord Takita. I stretched out and laughed and showed him.

"Ooh, ahhh!

That's how I threw my diary. The bundle of paper circling with the circle slowly proceeded with the face of Lord Hada as he drew a parabola,

…………

Wordless, suddenly, he was mutilated in the air by Lord Takita.

"Do you mind?

That's what I said. The wind blows between me and Lord Takita. Because of the flames, or merely the seasonal wind, the wind rose in pieces the torn diary, fuzzily floating the pocket thrown down earlier by Lord Takita.

"The"

The pocket dancing around the fire, and stopping in strange motion at the iron vessel removed by Lord Shibata. It's like being sucked.

"Are you a flat spider? I've never seen it before, but I don't know."

I'm sorry.

A pocket of paper falls into its iron vessel. The wreckage, which was a diary, dances indoors. the flames become stronger, and

"It's just a powder pot."

The moment I said it, gunpowder burst indoors.

"Grr!"

The explosion blows me away. For a moment, I felt my body wrapped in flames, but it was thrown straight out to the hallway, which no longer meant that I would be lucky enough to settle in a sea of fire.

"Ah... it was dangerous"

Just as we plant a knife under the stationery just to be careful, there is always a seed island behind that shelf. Gunpowder and a variety of other tools have also been pushed in to use it. Naturally there are no flat spiders. There were several pieces made to look like flat spiders, but the explosion now would all fall apart. It was fortunate that Lord Tsuda was not interested in tea water or tea tools.

"Shit... you're gonna die..."

That's how I squeal. Like screaming. I just lost my ear and nothing changed. I'm glad they cut me off with my left hand. The earliest sword can be shaken, but it is the world of Tahei. If you can write with your right hand, that's fine. Whether you can get a scratch on your body or a little burn marks, say what it is.

As he crawled, he moved his arm and tried to attach his left hand to the floor, collapsing beshari. Again, now use your right hand to get your upper body up, and then get up. I could stand up. The blood hasn't stopped and prediction is unacceptable, but still, I can stand.

"Anyone... Anyone?"

The explosion must have sounded definitely inside and outside the building. Fire pillars will be visible in Shimokyo, Shanghai. There will always be help. It would still be anything if I hadn't even lost consciousness then.

"Huh Bimasita, Kana?

That's when I was called from behind. My heart bounces like it's been eagled. Under these circumstances, cold sweat erupted.

"O brilliant de throne imas"

Stand with one left leg and hold a knife in your left hand. You did that to protect yourself from the explosion, your right arm is not from your shoulder, and your right leg is creepily shaken. Still, it was a view of Shimoda that I knew.

"Correde, mutually desna?

Hada-kun, who is an incredible pronunciation of being hit in the lungs by an explosion, waved a knife at Hyun-hyun with one left hand, looked at me and laughed joyfully.

"Seung Tenuka Mosilenu, Kushik Wuyi Xi Vides"

"Are you... are you sincere?

By now, it was the first time I had ever felt horrible about people. By now, it was the first time I thought I had to kill someone.