Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

The eagle is always looking at us from the dark.

Just imagine it, I was attacked by a poppy scare.

A hawk sitting on a branch with his waterscratched wing nail protruding against the trunk of a tree, hugging it, observing this one as if it were a monkey, floats behind his brain.

And he's definitely coming after us, Hideyoshi says.

"How do eagles hunt in the sea of trees?

I asked Hideyoshi, mingling with the slowly retreating crusaders.

Hideyoshi responds with only his mouth open, "If it's good to talk about this monkey's experience," while distributing his gaze around him.

"First, eagles basically crawl and live on the ground. But visually capture the signs of prey. No, fly right up and stick those wing claws up to the trunk of the tree... as if it were a monkey - yes, it snaps into the tree like a monkey. And then he flies around the trees without a sound while glowing his eyes, and sneaks over his prey's head..."

That was more of a horror than a -.

I want you to imagine.

Like that helpless, disgusting creature staring at me in the dark with her tongue hanging over her head with a tiny eye.

When I see something like that, it's definitely traumatic, and I can't even go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night.

For example, imagine a scene where if you accidentally looked up at the ceiling when you were adding more for it, you would meet an eagle stuck in the sky...

Shit, it's so horrible.

Until now, I thought she was cute, "You look like a child", about the City Princess, who I shouldn't go to alone when I held it in the middle of the night - but now I kind of know how she feels.

From now on, I'll ask you to come with me when I go to the city.

"But in short, does that mean that if they don't get close, they'll be fine?

"No, it's not like that."

Hideyoshi responds as he moves his hand with a tent.

"Eagles spit spoilage liquid on their prey, which is far away. So I kill my prey, or swallow the whole place where I made it weak at once -"

"I see, is that what you mean"

So for the first time, I learned the meaning of the formation that Nobunaga was laying.

"So the only way to keep it from solidifying in one place is if you can hang the eagle's rotten liquid and not wipe it out all at once."

"Exactly."

Hideyoshi groaned as he did so.

"But you're still from Omi, aren't you? The neighborhood of Kyoto is said to have a small habitat because of the ancient emperors' vigorous crusade against demons."

"... right"

I nod appropriately, clouding my words.

Since the beginning, I am not a person in this world, and I have an overwhelming lack of knowledge about this world.

Nevertheless, I was able to convince myself that in my life in Kitakomie - that was what I had never encountered a demon before besides a horse.

In other words, for the rulers living in Kyoto, demons, including eagles, were hunted intensively in the Kinki region to ensure their safety.

I don't know how many lives have been lost because of this.

But in any case, we have to get through this now.

"Exactly."

Hideyoshi responded with a blink of an eye.

"If we leave the eagle alone here, when many people are eaten, they will be digested, only turned into eagle manure and flickered out... As far as horses are concerned, they are offended, conceived and devoured. If the peace of the people is the peace of the country, and the number of the people is in the power of the country, we must not miss the eagle here."

"Right..."

I open my mouth in front of Hideyoshi.

"If we miss the eagle here, maybe we'll come to Omi. Gifu and Omi are neighboring countries… there is a good chance"

"Then the people of the Asai family will be in trouble."

"Then I won't miss it."

I grab a flying lantern cat.

"Hey, Hideyoshi"

"Why should I?"

"Is the eagle lurking among the tall trees, like the light of a row-light spotted cat unreachable?

"Sir Left."

"If so -"

I bungled a lamp spotted cat without getting my hair in.

The pitifully thrown bug-shaped demon illuminates the overhead darkness in a parabolic fashion as it emits light.

When I saw my actions, Hideyoshi and Nobunaga changed the color of their eyes.

"Mmm! You had a way of doing that!

"I see, it's not bad. Everybody, throw in your brother-in-law! Find the Eagle!

Then, by the face of the Crusaders - one after the other, the lamp cat begins to dance through the universe.

The row-light spotted cats must not have thought they could throw either.

Their bodies, which dance through the universe, are stiff, and when they fall to the ground flat as they are, they begin to twinkle.

It can't be that easy to die if you can't get up than to be a demon.

But there was something excellent about the circumstance - some individuals flew with their wings open the moment they were thrown, avoiding a direct hit to the ground.

Speaking of which, when I picked up the canabun crawling under the streetlights at night and threw it up, I think some of the guys fell as they were, others flew away with their wings open in the air.

Gun squad, stand by.

Rika Maeda's knowledge descends, and the footmen with the artillery point the muzzle between the trees.

As soon as you can discover what an eagle looks like, you're going to immediately provoke your opponent with an iron gun.

(... where are you)

My heart is beating an early bell.

My mouth is thirsty for pussy, which is probably why my mouth was breathing heavily at some point.

The top of the tree sea, where more and more enemies advance.

Once upon a time - a whole bunch of row-light spotted cats flying among the trees finally lit up the eagle giant.

A giant eagle swing that rises abruptly from the darkness.

Gizzy, huge eyeballs.

Were you surprised that the light suddenly struck the retina? The protruding eye was moving around.

But in one eye is a deep jade fluorite sword pierced, and a daze of blue fluids dripping through it.

It was also a testament to his readiness to speak eloquently of the death of Shinseng Sakuma, who stood up to the eagle in order to carry out Nobunaga with me - as one human being.

"Shoot!!

Soon a rich man flies, and the bullet jumps out of the Zudaan and the volcano gun with tremendous momentum, it strikes an eagle clinging to a tree.

The outer bark of the tree was chosen by the lead ball, and the inner bark blew from the cork-forming layer and danced through the universe.

A bullet strikes an eagle's stuffed urchin, but none of it penetrates the scale, just while it is bounced.

But still, it must have succeeded in stirring up hawk discomfort.

It's uncomfortable for anyone to keep getting stuck with a tung, even if it doesn't hurt.

The eagle said, 'Goaaaaaaa!!' And when he made a cry that was difficult to describe, and made a noise with Dosun, and put his feet in the rotten soil - it brought its ugly neck towards us.

"Good! Now is the time!

Hideyoshi's hanging echoes at that moment when the eagle is grounded, and several soldiers rush to the eagle to throw their nets.

Demons can only be hurt by balls fluorite or demonic bodies.

That is the reason (the rule) in this world.

But even though it could not be scratched - restraining the movement itself seemed sufficiently possible.

In an attempt to escape the nets caught on both wings and heads, the eagle's body is twisting and groaning like a salted Namekuji.

The wings moved like people's arms, and when sharp wing claws were inserted between the meshes, they cleaved.

"The net restraints are so sweet! Retreat!"

I guess it's a decision to eat a counterattack if you attack now.

Nobunaga's knowledge flies and he rapidly retreats outside the tree sea with the Crusaders.

Outside the sea of trees, the light of the sun also diminished in the evening.

While listening to Nobunaga's tongue, my gaze - amidst the dark sea of trees - is aggregated into the figure of a wet and moving eagle.

No, shall I say it's right that I couldn't keep my eyes open?

All of a sudden, however, an eagle was lit up by a row-light spotted cat in the tree sea - it could not disappear.

"- Gone!?

"No, I flew!

The moment Nobunaga's voice hits me in the ear, I look up into the sky to be played.

Sunset skies where the sun sets just fine. A day of dusk.

Against a backdrop of golden, brilliant clouds reflecting the remnants of the heavenly path - eagles flying wide open the pterygoid, looking down at us in the lower realm.

"- Artillery team, prepare to attack!

Rika screams and tells Hideyoshi to yell.

"Hideyoshi! Get ready for the net! Now don't screw it up!!

"I understand!

Whether you reacted to that voice or another coincidence - the eagle drops altitude and descends sharply on a group led by the Lee family.

The footlights, who were bouncing in, rushed to try to dodge it - but five people on both legs were eagled and taken away into the sky.

I hear them screaming, but there's not much we humans can do that doesn't have the ability to fly.

It's also possible that if you shoot an iron cannon, it will hit them.

Or maybe it was mercy to kill you before they ate you.

- Either way, I just couldn't help but admire them packed one after the other in the eagle's stomach.

"Shoot me!

In that case, a fierce burst sounds with the anger of the rich family.

A renewed artillery team fired on the eagle.

Naturally, bullets don't pierce eagles.

Or sucked into the dusk sky with little to no hit.

But I guess nothing but depressing for the eagle.

The sound of balls cutting the wind should certainly be hitting the eagle's tympanic membrane - it's probably like a mosquito feather flying around in your ear on a dark summer night.

It was inevitable to move to get rid of it.

The eagle whispers loudly, once again lowering altitude - coming at us on the ground.

"Hideyoshi!

"Awesome!

Rika's hanging voice and Hideyoshi's response.

Dozens of soldiers who received it expand straight to the side at once, spreading their nets.

And - like a soccer ball sucked into the goal net while the eagle's body was tangled into the net.

The entanglement of a net in the wings upsets the eagle and plunges it from head to ground.

But with the momentum, the soldiers with the netting were also dragged to the ground.

But still, they haven't let go of the hand that holds the netting as one of them.

There are soldiers', ready to die.

You won't want to die with them. You'll have a wife, just like me, with them, or maybe some kids.

But if the soldiers leave here, they can directly harm their families.

If they leave here, their beloved little world could be lost.

"Goaaaaaaa!!

A fierce, mad eagle twists around on the ground, and the bodies of the netrollers swing.

Whenever that giant twists, the soldiers are underlayed, crushed, and the blood flies so that they can play.

Still, the soldiers won't let go of their hands with their nets thrown.

They just die irrationally, without letting go of their hands.

"You're kidding me!!

I saw their readiness with my eyes, felt it on my skin, and I was furious.

to the eagle itself, or to a situation in which the soldiers had to die - or to themselves who could do nothing but sweeten the situation.

Hissing high as if the imperial moon hair shared my emotions, it became a swift breeze and killed me to the eagle.

"- All right, keep going, Maestro!

I thought I heard that voice from behind, but it had little to do with me right now.

Cloudy with anger and hatred, at the end of my sight - from the narrow of the net, the long neck of the eagle sticks out all the time.

Thus, the dim surroundings made the eagle's appearance even more creepy.

The ugly face on the long neck is clotted with blue blood flowing out of the right eye, or red blood adhering to people when pecking.

And now, there was a soldier in the cuckoo who kept his grip on the net.

"Let him go!

There is no expression on the eagle's face.

However, I guess I only recognize that the new feed has come before me, across a huge feed and onahole.

A couch that cannot be shattered by a person can be closed by making a noise with a baton.

The soldier's upper and lower body bounce. Fly, separate, fall according to gravity, fall.

But the hand sticking out of his torso still held the net.

That fact mercilessly robbed me of reason.

The eagle's couch opens slightly, and when the cheek meat thrives heavily, it protrudes.

It was like, he was laughing, too.

- That's exactly like a clown mocking a fool.

Le-Krun de Son - Bloody Clown le Clown de Sang - The eagle couché opened wide at that moment when such words came to mind unexpectedly.

Razor-sharp teeth do not grow uniformly on the inside of the couch, and are wet and glowing with a little saliva and blood.

My spine ran with a frigid chill.

But the identity of the chills was probably - not only due to toughness, but also due to the prediction of danger due to the development of the reptile brain.

"Gu... Bo... Huh"

It was a moment.

A tongue popping out of an open eagle couch stretched like a frog's - slamming my left chest that was on the horse of the interpretive moon hair.

My body drifts away from the temple moon hair and floats in the universe as I feel my armor pull.

My tympanic membrane was treating the sound of Dosun as if it were someone else.

Probably the shock that hit his head caused his brain to shake slightly.

Fortunately, it was a rich land of soft young grass adoration, and the shock caused by being thrust down was mitigated and did not die instantly.

However, the terrible impact of horsemanship spreads through the body and is lost when the air in the lungs is expelled in an instant.

In his flashing vision, he saw the Interpretive Moon Hair running back worried.

But she is also struck in the torso by a tongue stretched from the eagle and bounced off by a horizontal giraffe.

"Interpretation, Moon Hair......!

You've always helped me, my beloved horse who helped me in any predicament falls scratchy.

That was a situation I never thought about.

- But it could have happened.

If you wake up to the too much impact that reality in front of you brings, you will once again fall back on the earth looking like a beloved horse.

I want to rush over right now.

However, things weren't sweet enough to focus on my thoughts on my horse.

The nets are torn by making a noise of billivism, and the eagle, who is completely free, roars in exuberance.

The different sounds echoing in the dusk sky are exactly the different beauty shown by the alien kings - the generals of the Oda family hesitate, and can no longer even approach this demon.

The eagle's couch opens slightly, and when wet, earthworm-like tongues crawl through the earth - entangled in my waist.

Such an intense and unpleasant smell struck the nasal cavity, as if the tissue I used at the end of the post intercourse was a giddy trash can.

With the dusk sky on its back, a giant eagle with huge wings is rising on both feet.

The couch opens sloppily, and the tongue that crawls out of it is sucked into the eagle's chamber - so will my body - and disappear into the stomach of this demon.

The moment I hang my hand on a stone split and light pattern, the sound of a tremendous hoof rings - a shadow that leaps loudly intersperses with the eagle's tongue from behind me.

A blue-blue blood splash blew up from the cutting surface as the red and black stuffed tongue made a noise that cut the bumps and rubber.

The person who stepped down in front of me flips his cape and turns around.

- Nothing else, Nobunaga Oda.

"What are you doing, brother-in-law!

As he sheltered me, he shouted as he stood with both hands on the machete he was carrying on his back.

The scars on its cheeks are distinguished by the sunset.

"You can't leave this demon on your own! Retreat now!!

A hawk with one eye crushed his tongue, slamming it on Nobunaga as if it were a whip.

Nobunaga moves out of the eagle's sight and finely cleaves the eagle's tongue as it approaches obsessively with a fatigue away from the constant.

Sprinkling large amounts of blood and piling up meat chunks, the eagle nevertheless never stopped the attack.

- I'm waiting for you to get tired.

Perhaps hawks instinctively know how to deal with humans.

No matter how many samurai you are or how many masters you are, you cannot escape fatigue.

Nobunaga's streamlined movement also inevitably slows down over time.

Nobunaga's reaction rate begins inferior to the tongue of the eagle, which strikes endlessly from the top, bottom, left, and right.

But Nobunaga's impatience - no one can intervene.

"... on your own, you said you couldn't leave the eagle - didn't you!

I accidentally turned my gaze to the Interpretive Moon Hair.

Next to her is a streak of coin reeds leaning against her and licking that bruise.

The Interpretive Moon Hair stared at me with her heartfelt worried eyes, even without her strength.

I still don't know how she's obsessed with me, but for one thing, she's alive - enough to figure that out.

He pierces his thigh with stone split concurrent light to force correction of his hazy vision and raises the roar of the haughty.

And he set up a knife and tried to hang an assault - realizing that the eagle suddenly screamed.

Is not blue blood gushing out of the eagle's forehead?

We didn't know how the hell that happened - but the important thing was that when the eagle drifted, it pulled its tongue into the couch.

As he rushes to Nobunaga, stained with blue returning blood, the eagle once again screams.

Something broke through the urchin in his chest chooses the eagle's flesh, effectively hitting this alien demon who doesn't even feel pain to the point of being cut off his tongue.

If you look back, you can see the straight sutra coming this way and Princess Ji with a fire-rine gun behind it.

Maybe he came worried about my late return.

Or did the Oda family bring you a flash report about eagle hunting...

Either way, although I don't know how the hell I did it, I can tell from the circumstances - the shooting by Princess Ji is causing damage to the eagle.

Nor did the eagle think he could give his body an effective beating.

Spread your wings wide and rise above.

And I was just trying to escape somewhere.

- Princess Ji had once again been torn apart by the bullet of a volcano gun, disfigured and collided with the earth as it was.

Until then, Oda's generals, who had become half-by spectators, arrive at the eagle in a development they had not imagined.

It's like an ant swarming with candy balls.

Under such circumstances, the direct sutra came to me and Nobunaga.

"Dear Hall! And Lord Uesuke... you're safe."

I say it as direct sutra helps Nobunaga wake up.

"The Hall has a lot to say - let's start with a quote later."

When the direct sutra stares at me, it turns and looks in the direction of the eagle.

Among the crusaders participating in the attack are the ranks of officers lent jade fluorescent stones, horseback riding squadrons on horseback, and soldiers with netting.

But I don't think the Eagle's offense has succeeded.

The hawk, who was at the mercy of the hand and lost his means of escape by the wings - is the king of tyranny who fell to the ground.

He wields his wings as freely as his arms, cleaves his horse with his wingnails, and pecks the corpse between killing the soldiers and pushes it into his belly.

The horseman who was about to arrive was swept away by a tail blow, and I thought he shouted loudly - looking in a certain direction.

That gaze is not directed at me, Nobunaga and the direct sutra - exactly, at Princess Ji, who gave the eagle an effective blow.

The eagle seemed firmly aware of the existence that drove him into distress.

"Run, heck!

I had to scream unexpectedly.

The horse on which Princess Ji is riding is too frightened by the gaze of an eagle.

There is nothing more helpless than a creature with a fearful leg.

And in the eyes of the eagle looking at Princess Ji, there is a painful emotion.

That is, appetite and curiosity.

For eagles who have so far eaten only men and horses, the fact that the existence that has hurt them is (meth) seems to attract strong interest.

Or maybe a stallion (male) with all his stiff muscles was devoured.

No matter how many staple foods, just like humans who are gradually getting tired of eating all the rice.

The eagle kicks Oda's soldiers, and with that crab crotch (again), he approaches Princess Ji in a cool motion.

Are you excited about the future of eating, from the eagle's crotch, an ugly genitalia brought his head, and the running bits were shaking and swinging.

"Brother-in-law, I'll borrow it!

When I take the Jade Fluorite machete from Nobunaga's hand, I shake off the direct sutra and run even.

The reach is longer than the stone split concurrent light, which is a regular machete.

When dealing with a giant demon like an eagle, obviously, because a machete is more advantageous.

Princess Ji had come down from a horse that was completely frightened - but she must have seen the eagle run wild and decided it was no use running away.

He breaks his knee, puts gunpowder on a fireline gun and - instead of a bullet, he stuffs the ore, which is seen as jade fluorite, and stares at the eagle.

- Probably going to scatter a blow to the eagle.

As soon as I see that, my reason flies.

"What are you-- what are you doing!! You big idiot!!

My yelling must have arrived.

Princess Ji stares at this one with a hazy face - and exposes her emotions and screams.

"Yes, I shouldn't. Ready, Maestro!

In a few dozen seconds, the eagle cuckoo will capture Princess Ji.

That's the situation, and it's all about me jumping out of her mouth...

"Please leave me alone and keep your safety first! It's ok, I just won't die!! As long as you're safe, I..."

"Don't get me out of joking. Ah!

I break into the vertical line between her and the eagle as I explode my emotions and yell at Princess Ji.

Staring at Dosdos and the impending eagle, he shouted as he erected a machete that was lighter than he thought and familiar with his hand.

"Where I lived long enough! It wouldn't make sense if you were dead!! Try to skip that again, never - I will never forgive you!!!

"Ahh."

Princess Ji squeezes her chest tightly.

"Who must not be lost as one, we are! Whatever the circumstances!!

Set up a machete and stare at the looming eagle.

My long neck stretches and my ugly face looks down at me.

The cuckoo opened, and his razor-reminiscent teeth glanced at him.

"I'll take you back to Omi without losing anyone! Live together, old together, die there!! Even if I'm wrong, this land should not be our tomb mark!!!

"Bi, makeshi..."

Is it the fault of the crusader's attack that injured his leg?

That unusual speed, as I showed you in the sea of trees, is not in the current eagle.

But still, the alien demon who runs over with his wings wide open - fills the distance between him and me as he looks around.

And behind the eagle, a general from the Oda family was desperately following its back.

"Protect the Hall!

Before the eagle approached, the soldiers of the Asai Army, who were holding back behind Princess Ji - pushing them to my front as if they were building a meat wall.

Huge nets were held in their hands, as were the faces of the crusaders.

After all, in eagle hunting, it is the usual means of holding that physical movement in with a net.

But the price is too great.

Because the lives of dozens of soldiers with nets are lost just to hold the eagle for a short time.

It's nothing more than throwing your life away with a net.

"Get out of the way!!

I no longer hesitate to storm the fleshwalls of the soldiers.

I guess you didn't assume getting stuck from me in the rear, not the eagle in the front.

The men's meat density fades, poking at that gap and leaping out in front of the eagle.

"Goaaaaaaaaa"

The eagle screams hard to describe and opens the couch for me.

Bloody smell along the way, and the rotten ammonia smell of the fish struck the nasal cavity.

In my sight, a swinging eagle penis enters my sight.

"This, in the minute of coarse dick - heh!

Run out toward the eagle and fly to the left.

The hawk with his right eye crushed, just for a moment, makes me look like he's lost me.

- But that moment determines everything.

Slip between the eagle crab strands and squeeze the machete.

"Before me, stand up - heh!!

Ethereal silver flashed on the campus at dusk, and the blue tide quickly smeared its trajectory.

An awesome scream made the eagle jump up, and rolling over the ground makes me groan.

Right next to me, a red and black, stuffed, mushroom-shaped meat mass rolled around and blew blood out of the cutting surface with dovadoba.

"What are you doing! Throw the net now!!

You returned to me with my anger, the soldiers eagled and released the net.

At normal times, the eagle would have cleverly broken the net and quickly untied it.

But he didn't seem to have any room for that right now.

In the first place, as long as it's a creature - there's no such thing as being mutilated and safe.

The unusual demons, who suffer in pain and stuffiness, are entangled in the eyes of the nets as they circle, limiting their actions.

"Does it hurt? That's right - I lost it! Something important!! It can't be painless!?

As I rolled my hatred and intent to kill, I approached an eagle scattered with bitter whispers - waved a machete down to my tail.

"It hurts because you're alive! I'm alive because it hurts!! But you took it - you took it all away!!!

The tail of the eagle covered with a golden urchin bounces back the slaughter of the machete.

But I didn't mind, I kept swinging it down with all the hatred I deserved.

"We were born to die! To die better!! Not to be eaten by you, but not to lose, to pass on our living traces to future generations!!!

While I'm stubbornly stuck cutting my tail without getting tired of it, I feel a large crowd of humans starting to gather behind me - gazing at me.

Even the Oda reinforcements would have arrived - but that no longer mattered to me.

Take it away from the guy who took it away. All I have to do is take the lives of the hawks who took so many lives.

Then no matter how many more galleries there are, it doesn't matter.

Do what I have to do - just because that's all.

"That's all I hurt, I killed him! You're even ready to be killed. Wow!

Finally, for each deteriorated urchin, the eagle's tail was dimensioned and the blood tide blew up.

The eagle screams and tries to escape, his feet are taken by the net and he falls.

I guess it's also because they cut my tail off and my sense of equilibrium went crazy - I wasn't a good guy enough to instill pity for that.

When the wings are cut off by force, the blue mucus also erupts, along with the muddy wet sound of the bush.

If you stab a machete in the back, it's going to sound crazy, the hawk's awesome whining.

I was the only one, under the crowd lookout, waving a machete like crazy and continuing the demolition of the eagle.

Losing both wings and both legs, drooling a tremendous amount of blood and fluid - still, for some reason, the eagle is alive.

However, there is no way that this demon, whose neck and torso are the only ones - can live in nature.

When I pull out the Jade Fluorescent Stone sword that was piercing the right eye of the eagle, I pierce it again and then - give Nobunaga, who is looking up at me - that trace that Shinseng Sakuma left in exchange for his life.

That was unconscious behavior.

If you were to stab a stop at an eagle, Nobunaga would be more appropriate than me.

And he nodded quietly, and rose to the back of the eagle, and received a sword from me.

The urchin around my neck has already been peeled off by me, with soft skin and meat exposed.

When Nobunaga put a blade on the left neck of the dying eagle, he swung wide aside.

That's all, the eagle's neck, which caused so much damage - it made a slight noise with Tosun, and it suddenly fell into the young grass of the Konoo Plains.

A wacky burst of cheer sounded, Nobunaga slapped me on the shoulder and I finally returned to me.

Under my eyes, the soldiers of Asai look at me as if they worship God, and the generals of the Oda family were with joy - exposing their fear of me.

And that's where I finally realize the presence of a new force.

An emblem that, for the Japanese, perhaps, looks more familiar than anything else.

It's "sunflower print."

It was the crest that symbolized Tokugawa Jiayang and his clan, who built a long-term stable regime, unparalleled in world history.

◇

I have no idea what time it is.

But that's probably something no one around me knows.

A glorious bonfire has been set ablaze everywhere in the castle town of Inaya Mountain Castle, and people are making noise and knocking it down as if it were a festival.

In the heart of the castle town rested the hawk's remains.

Honestly, I can't help but smell it, but I guess that odor rubs people's feat of "hawk hunting" success.

Nobunaga keeps drinking in a good mood next to me, right next to the carcass.

Even if you learn from Princess Ji and the direct sutra about the fact that the return butterfly came to the Asai family as a hostage himself, you will not break that mood.

"Nothing, I don't know what to say."

Nobunaga laughed as he sat down next to me on the right, pouring a line of booze into the cup.

"There's no way the Asai family can handle a homecoming butterfly roughly. The city will be just as good a distraction for the butterfly."

I pour the liquor back into Nobunaga's cup, thinking, "I think that city princess is rather dangerous..."

"I did, and I did bad things to Lord Jiayang. She came all the way out here..."

"No, I don't mind at all"

Jiayang, sitting next to Nobunaga's left, says as he stares at me.

"Though it is my Sangawa crowd with a lot of martial arts people, I am excited to be shown the work of the Shimae Temple in various ways. There was also a verse that we were slightly insulting, so with the top above, it was a good opportunity to keep our minds together."

"No, that's not..."

I waved in panic and denied it.

But Jia Kang keeps saying the words.

"No, that now I can safely cut east, too. The east is ours, the north is suppressed by the Shinnagaku temple, and the Shinnagaku temple is aiming for Kyo… it's an ideal place to be."

"Hmm..."

Nobunaga inadvertently looks serious and begins to compare me and Jia Hao to each other.

"Noh, Lord Jia Kang"

"Why should I?"

"For once now, our covenant - don't you think it might be worth reviewing"

"Hmm..."

Jiayang roared softly as she kept staring at me.

It kind of seems like a dog to me.

Speaking of Tokugawa Jiayang, aspects such as cunning and old age, as commonly referred to as "raccoon father", are highlighted - Jiayang in front of him is still young.

One way or another, I get the impression that a vigilant watchdog who warns me approaching my husband named Nobunaga -

Nevertheless, there's no reason to keep talking forever.

Honestly, my strength was at its limit, and I was about to fall asleep right away.

"My brother-in-law, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation - but which is the residence of the Migawa Shogun?"

- That's it.

Nobunaga gives me the look of crushing a bitter bug as soon as he points it out to me.

"It has not been decided to reach this stage. I'm very sorry, but I'd like you to stay at the temple at the foot of Mount Kim Wah, or..."

"Please give the mansion I owe you to Lord Jiayang."

"What?"

Nobunaga once raised his voice of surprise. Jia Kang also has her eyes rounded.

But the reason for that is just as simple.

"Don't be silly, my brother-in-law. So where are you going to get on the floor tonight?"

- I'm exhausted.

However, as far as I'm concerned, what a place to sleep. The truth was that as long as I had a roof and a wall, I could go anywhere.

I don't even feel like I'm lying here with you anymore than I don't have a fuzzy fudge.

"I don't care if it's an empty house near here"

"What to say!

Jiayang stares at me like he's worried about me.

It's a good look to think about that, whether you've gone crazy in the head somewhere.

I shook my head and decided to take the lead before he opened his mouth.

"I hear that my brother-in-law and the Mitsugawa guardian are old friends. There will probably be stories."

When I stare back at Jia Kang, Jia Kang looks softly away at me for thinking he had been seen inside.

"I've spoken to my brother-in-law well enough in the morning now, and above all, given that my brother-in-law is going to calm down the West, I will inevitably have many opportunities to meet him. I think it would be a good idea if you would give up the mansion to the Mitsugawa Palace and talk a lot to Nobunaga..."

Nevertheless, such a statement could not have passed properly, and Nobunaga and Jiayang refused my offer in such a way as "the head of Kitakomie said he would stay in a private house, etc."

But it's also my bargaining technique, based on psychological background.

If you come up with a compromise after you insist that you will never be admitted, the other party will have to accept it, unless there is more to it.

As a result, Jia Kang replaced me and entered Inayama Castle, speaking of me, to stay at the Jinhua Temple at the foot of Jinhua Mountain.

Of course, the soldiers of the Asai family surround the temple all the way to guard it.

Inariyama Castle has become the territory of the Oda family and the sun is still shallow, which was also the result of direct sutra's insistence that security was absolutely necessary.

Security also drives out the Oda family soldiers, which would mean that the Jinhua Temple is protected by double barriers between Oda and Asai.

As long as the Oda family doesn't betray the Asai family, I can tell you that they are safe enough that there is no more.

By the way, I hear the Interpretive Moon Hair just had to bruise.

However, because of the condition, it is now cured at the horse nursery in Inaya Mountain Castle.

If there's no problem, I don't mind running from tomorrow - he's a tough creature for a long time.

"Um, Maestro..."

And inside the Jinhua Temple, in the quadruple half-room - there was also the appearance of Princess Ji, not just me.

Because the direct sutra says, "Don't leave the hall alone!" This is why I insisted again.

Someone has to protect the Hall! And when I saw him claiming loudly, I also thought it might be good for you - before I pointed that out, "Let me accompany Lord Shigeji. Let's do that," he decided to rush in.

Nevertheless, Princess Ji has - even though she had no choice, there is also a front that she yelled at during the eagle hunt, which is quite awkward.

Besides, I even said "you big fool" to the great warrior under the sky.

Set aside the wild penetration that Princess Ji is not a bastard, and I can't help but be anxious that my statement might have hurt her.

Above all, now, she won't look me in the eye properly.

(This, I did...)

However, I can't help but regret all that.

I spoke to Princess Ji, who was sitting in the front seat in the corner of the room, as I put out the fire behind the furnace.

"Hey, Ji. Don't stay on that end. Come here. It's cold, then."

"No, it's... it's okay."

"You're not okay, not at all..."

Stand up, come closer with your big crotch and take her hand - it's chilled out.

The little girlfriend is thinner meaty than the city princess.

Now your body will soon get cold, too.

"See, hit the fire properly"

"... Yes"

That's the silence to visit.

When it comes to sound-like sounds, the fire behind the furnace is as beefy as it sounds.

But the silence itself was not uncomfortable, but rather somewhere calming - it gave me that feeling.

I don't know if it's the act of looking at the world based on the spectacular past, but it gives Princess Ji a calm atmosphere that reminds her of a girl, unlike the city princess.

"… Ready to go"

"... what"

How long has silence lasted?

Princess Ji opens her mouth abruptly, and I will respond accordingly.

"The... thank you"

"What...?

"No… so the… during the hawk hunt, …"

Hair with scorched brown waves has increased brightness in the light behind the furnace.

Princess Ji opened her mouth without looking me in the face as she stroked the hair.

"Um... Live with me, grow old, etc... I'm happy... Oh, no! Um, the... nothing."

Princess Ji leans down as she dyes her face red.

Or maybe it just seemed that way with the orange fire behind the furnace, but it was terribly inflammatory.

Shameful wife-style girl - just that word, I feel like I could get a full erection.

No, I just look at Princess Ji's glossy lips and neck muscles now, and my Big Sun, which was placed in an abstinence, was erect.

Princess Ji, who was pouring her gaze into her chest and abdomen, instead of my face, immediately discovered that she had lifted her gaze high by foolishness and made a tent.

I can no longer help but find out.

I stood up and sat beside Princess Ji.

Reflectively she tries to escape, but I grab her thin wrist and pull her back, hugging her into her chest.

"... you mustn't, you can't,"

"Why?"

"Me, dirty...... so. Please, someone else..."

I hold Princess Ji's wrist and breathe into her ear.

Then she shook herself with a bickle and stared at her with her moist eyes.

The crying black child is oddly colorful.

I swallowed your saliva.

(- Get ready, me)

Before I went on a hawk hunt, I was thinking back to the conversation I had with Nobunaga.

There's no reason to make the princess suffer any more because of a mistake in her values.

I needed to reassure her that I was okay.

The mental situation of the mother also affects the developmental status of the child in the fetus - or she will have trouble if she does not reassure the city princess and have a healthy child.

But more than that - I want Princess Ji to be happy myself.

After a tragic past, I'd like to support her with my hands if I may, still suffering from the remnants of it. I hope so.

(Beyond welcoming Princess Michiji to the Asai family, that was an inevitable path -)

"Ah... you shouldn't... no, so... eh"

The words alone pushed her lips against the neck of Princess Ji's irresistible body, crushing her lust as much as she could, and I gently embraced her luxurious body.