Nobunaga's Bastard

"Here... No, here..."

Lord Tsuda waved his sword with one arm, while doing so, he managed to explore the good gestures he could do with his current body, and eventually arrived at a gesture that was quite convincing in him, okay, he stopped the movement once and for all.

"Ahhhhhh......"

One big, deep breath, Lord Takita slowly approached me in a motion that seemed to drag my body. The movement is so creepy, I fall behind unexpectedly out of fear.

"Ki, you don't think I'm scared?

Scared? What is it?

Because I took a deep breath, or because I calmed down, the pronunciation reverted to Lord Hada. When I spoke to his lord, he asked me back in wonder.

"To die, to fight."

Lord Tsuda's body is as miserable as ever, and if he can dive through this scene, he can see at first glance that he can move his body in the same way as before. Or you could die of bleeding if you call the doctor right away. But I can't even see Dew fearing, anxious, and despairing of those things from Lord Shibata.

"What we can't do now can be done through hard work and ingenuity. Don't you think this is funny?

As such, Lord Tsuda replied that he had not been the answer to my question. I can even carry a laugh in that mouth.

"Awkward. Never before have there been 'things you can't do' in a knife. All the things that awkward people can do and teach people they can't do, what awkward people can't do, they just didn't know that, and they can do it once and twice. That's why you don't get interesting."

True, and Lord Tsuda sees his body. I have lost my right arm and my legs are also shaken. The knife is full of things that cannot even be done in everyday life.

"I've done a lot of things I can't do right now. To be able to do this again, you can accumulate an audition. During five-body satisfaction, I never thought about it. Thank you."

That's the first time I've had the feeling that I'm not going to talk to Lord Takita. This man is a demon possessed by a sword. All I can think about is how to use that body to manipulate a knife until the moment of death, and how to cut a person with a manipulative knife.

"You can't be cut so easily"

I said, I put up another knife, too. Grip only with your right hand and top with one right arm. In front of the left half of his body, he twitches relative to the temple of Shimoda.

Precisely, I was careful to gauge my time so that I could never make a mistake, and I shook it down in time when I was convinced that my cutouts could definitely tear Lord Tsuda's head off. The blade definitely descends on the head of Lord Shibata. Unable to move his body quickly with one leg, Lord Shibata was cut off in the head with that blow and should have fallen.

……

Without a voice, I exhale loudly. "Quickly dodging the blade," Lord Tsuda couldn't do anything like that. On the spot, he stepped on his foot and glanced at his upper body, causing a blow from overhead. Then, this time, he bent his foot the other way, in a forward position, while rolling out a thrust. The blade was a beautiful orbit through the center of my body, around Mizo.

Seeing that blade track, I realized that it was absolutely impossible to avoid it, and I went to Ningro Stabbing without avoiding it. There is one left hand that cannot be used at the earliest. Stand from his elbow between his wrists in front of each other and cage his strength. Zuburi and a knife pierced his arm. If it was the usual Lord Tsuda, he would have stabbed me through my body with every arm. But I can't do that in the current state of Lord Tsuda either.

"Gotcha."

I wasn't the one who squealed like that. Cage your strength in your left arm and let your body snuggle forward while keeping your knife from ever pulling through. Really, close enough to hug each other, as it were, I stabbed the knife in my right hand into Lord Takita's heart.

Two bodies collide. And we both couldn't make the earliest decent move, so we tried to overlap and glue it together. I left my knife on my left arm, didn't let go of the knife on my right hand, and left my weight with Lord Toda in front of me. Lord Takita also seemed to be keeping his weight from me, but at one point, he accidentally lost his power and fell back.

"It's brilliant"

My eyes met with Lord Takita, who took a step back. Lord Tsuda spewed blood from his mouth, but still said so with a clear pronunciation, and fell, as if falling on his back to a large letter, and stopped moving.

"Not as brilliant as you call it."

My answer was probably not earliest. Lord Tsuda did not answer, did not move, and turned into an untold corpse.

There was no time to rejoice at the return of the assassin, when a major explosion broke out in the mansion again. I guess he set fire to another powder pot again. Fire columns are dyeing Kyoto towns.

We have to get away from this place. I think so, I look back. And I just took a step, and I lost my strength from my knee, and I fell down with a gobble. He rolled off straight into the garden from the hallway and hit him hard in the back.

"... kuku"

Of the earliest whole body, I don't even know where it hurts. It also seems that the senses have been paralyzed since earlier whether the body is refusing because it has exceeded its limits. The moon of sixteen nights was well seen from my gaze, which rolled over on my back, as was Lord Shibata earlier.

"You deserve it, maybe you do."

The moon of sixteen nights, the moon that illuminates the night as bright as the full moon of fifteen nights. The moon, however, can only be lacking at the earliest. I would not consider this world to be the world of Oda, of the Hope Moon, etc. However, if we were to compare the unity of heaven to the moon, the current situation would be truly a full moon for the Oda family. Together with many dependable ministers and families, I pray that the world of Oda will last a long time.

"I'm the one who disappears from the fifteenth night until the sixteenth."

I asked the moon. What does heaven want?

"I'm the only one who will live fifty or sixty years after this, surrounded by grandchildren to make full life. Etc., I'm sure bugs are a good story."

I can see my body is paralyzed and something slowly falls out. Perhaps that's what we call life. Every breath, sultry without sound, and what never comes back as soon as possible, is poured out that which should not be lost.

Those killed by me. Killed so many humans that even enumerating them at the earliest became too redundant. Sometimes I was ruled by hatred and anger, sometimes I didn't want to kill him, and later I regretted it, thought about its death, left unanswered, and still kept moving forward for good.

"Was that funny? See how I leap."

I hated what the worlds called heaven. There were too many events that only made people think they were killing each other, disrupting the world, and disrupting their lives and destinies. My father was not afraid of existing authorities such as temples, mornings and shogun houses. By contrast, I was afraid of them. My father said it was only the head of the monastery, because the equivalent of the 'head', which I said was the temple, the morning court and the shogun, always existed. It's not something that has no entity, it's something that does exist there, so I thought somewhere I couldn't scorn it.

On the other hand, I have always been critical of people like your Buddha and the Lord, because I could not see the reality and I could not grasp him. I didn't want to deny their faith. On the contrary, I wanted to say, "Why should I inflict so much cruelty on those who revere you?" The others will say what Teng himself, who did that cruel trick, is saying.

But I didn't despair in this warring country.

I am a bastard. He is the eldest son, yet does not succeed the Oda family. If you ask me if I've ever really thought of anything about that fact, I'll smile and say, "Master Kankyuro is here," etc. But there's no way I can actually think of anything. There was always a chance that he would compete with his younger son, Kanjiro. That's the only reason I didn't do it.

I loved my family.

I loved my family, from start to finish, in this warring world, where strife to wash blood with blood is routine. I admired my mother, I admired my father, and I thought three younger brothers were cute. I made it a good couple to protect my sisters from their surroundings in a different way than my two wives. I intend to pour all the love I can on the children I was born with.

"I loved my friends, my brothers."

In Kanagasaki, Kohloon died. He was an older friend, what a comfortable pattern. I knew from a very young age that Saitan Daisheng instantly emerged, and I also raised my position so that I became a competitor, or a superior subordinate, but I still believe that I had time to spend as a friend who couldn't care less at the root of our relationship. A man with a handicap, but Hanbei Takenaka and Tianhai, who at the time named Hikaru, while arguing sharply with his tongue, thought I was somewhere fun. I can't tell you how many times I beat you up and crawl up and chase you. Interacting with Loyal Saburo just makes me laugh, and I feel a definite friendship with those who have become my direct ministers, though I cannot stand out.

"Even the enemy, I loved him."

A public who did not defy his destiny and continued to be General Foot Ri until the end, Lord Foot Ri Yishao. Probably the one who would have crossed with his father for the longest time and even won if one rolled differently somewhere. That liberated look I saw when I put it on this hand is still burning brightly. I can't forever tell if that voice was empty when I heard that it was bound to be accomplished because it beat me. The two famous generals of Ryukyu Koyakawa in China, Tsukima in Kyushu, or Sorin Otomo and Junzhong Omura, just said that the patrol was different, and the people of the Shimazu family who were exterminated from me, were all worthy of respect. And finally, Uesugi took victory over Nobunaga Oda at the end of the fight, still fighting under the heavens of Nihomoto as his enemy. Lord Hyundai, whom I did not go far in Wu. They were all people to talk to and love.

"You wanted to see me sink into hatred?

If so, unfortunately, I will. People loved me as much as I loved people. When I was about to be dominated by anger and hatred, when I was about to run into short-circuited behavior, Shinguang's father-in-law, Murai's father, ministers, brothers, father and mother, everyone gave me words for me. I didn't despair of the world because we were all here. I didn't hate him or anything.

"My heavens, in this turbulent world, this knife loved and cut the world straight, without despair or hatred!

At the earliest, the heavens completely fit into the hands of Oda. My father is still alive when I'm gone. And there is a sign of Kanjiro. As long as I live, whoever tries to take charge of me, no matter what my friendship with Kanjiro is, will come out, so my absence even leads to stability under heaven. My father will not die tomorrow. The heavens will be even more stable once the Northeast Placement and the castle are completed. I also have my brothers.

"............... so I guess this is a good time already"

I hope my death lowers the drinking of those who hate the Oda family at all. It doesn't matter if someone among those who have just given their names is behind this. So the heavens of Oda do not waver. My father and Kanjiro will definitely hit something.

"... it's going to be a lot faster to get there"

The moon is beautiful at sixteen nights. But days don't come when you think you're as beautiful as you once were. The days spent with Kyou, our main room, which burned its life to the end, are short and still unforgettable. By fading it with time, it even appears clear the other way around.

"I'm sorry, I have a lot of people to say to."

Many of my own, my thoughts, sacrificed my actions. It's not just people who make a name for themselves in history. As an unnamed people, as an unnamed soldier, they fought and scattered this turmoil, all scattered by me. To them, I want to take each hand and say I'm sorry. I don't care if that's ultra-radical pure earth or anywhere. People like me may go to hell for nothing, but still, there, I want to apologize to the people I meet.

"But more than that, I want to see you again, Kyou."

Before I apologize a lot, before I bow my head, I want to hug you again with these arms. I want to say I love you. Kyou will be angry if he comes too fast, and I'll tell him to go back, but I'll tell him too. He said he worked hard. As a result, I came to see Kyou. He wants you to praise him, not anyone else. I'm sure Kyou, shuddering, will still hold me at the end of the day. You'll say good luck, saying you're a helpless person.

"What's the moon like over there?

I'm coming to see you. Now.

Keep people alive. How many people are willing to die?