Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

I stopped walking in a rural area with walking interpretive moon hair, where I woke up again to see what was going on around me.

In the warm sun of spring, we mobilize all the original five senses of man that were coming and regaining in this era - feeling the extra circumstances around us.

"Where are we?

But there's no way that the Interpretive Moon Hair, a horse, can return a response in people's words.

Further southwest from Sawayama Castle, it was a flatland.

I can see intuitively from the air that it is not as abundant a land.

The roads are not paved, the terrain skin is completely exposed and the boundaries separating the soil from the fields are not even clear.

Farmers are encouraging such spaces to cultivate.

You can say that it is quite different from the countryside that I know of as a modern man.

The concept of zoning even seems rare - I'm not talking about it with a long time ago, but I had no idea how the hell I was doing the stone height calculation.

"Cu-on"

As if to say, "Follow me as you go," the Interpretive Moon haired.

Its cool, vibrant voice echoes this entire countryside in an instant.

I can see the peasants looking up like they were bounced and pointing this way.

But no matter how much their gaze was, the steps of the Imperial Moon Hair that put me on will never stop.

As she paves the way and walks wide between them flat, she - as Rin - behaves like a unicorn appearing in a painting.

Perhaps it's to enhance my authority through vision, but I don't even feel like my figure is retreating into the background because of the fact that the Interpretive Moon Hair is too beautiful.

Interpretive Moon Hair keeps going down the road, and gradually the soil-walled houses seen in rural areas take a clear shape and come into view.

Its size is not one-size-fits-all, but varies greatly in size.

I guess it's peasant wives in front of the houses, women and children lying flat waiting for me to come through.

But in front of those houses, naturally they were local, and their crude clothes get even dirtier.

(This is reality)

I look at these people and think.

In the governing structure of the Asai family, composed under the leadership of President Asai - no, in any nation, the existence of ruler power means, in turn, that there is always a poor working class like them.

Or perhaps we could rephrase that the governing structures are creating the poor.

Much of the wealth, which is only finite, not infinite, etc. - in the governance structure, most of it is sucked up by a handful of superstructures like mine, and the remnants of which will be taken away by the people belonging to numerous substructures.

When that happens, the poor will have to create rules that share a finite amount of wealth and norm it within themselves.

Otherwise, order can easily collapse, and then it is the struggle to take possession of wealth that stands.

And in the internal order that is built to avoid such struggles, the kinds of discrimination that people face - economic, ethnic, or impersonal - are produced and reproduced.

(Or that, historically, is the reality of human society utilizing a tool called currency)

However, it is only one view - though annotated.

The human world, as it stands, is a world made up of subjectivity.

Because people see the world differently, there is absolutely no way to see the right thing.

(The collision between subjectivity and subjectivity... only by subjectivity can this world be made... Probably also a pattern between a man and a woman)

Once upon a time - even while I was thinking about it, the Interpretive Moon Hair went on and on with its legs.

The narrow road widened once and for all, and when you exit in front of a large mansion at the international level - the voice of one old man echoes in the countryside, which until then remained silent.

I couldn't immediately recognize it as a human voice because I had always heard the sound of the wind and the sound of the dirt that the interpretive moon hair stomped on.

Think about how you should respond to an old man lying flat under her feet with his interpretive moon hair stopping at her attention.

To see where your stature is so good, it's probably a bungalow or something in this village.

Must be the owner of this big house.

"My lord, we are in Yoshihachi Mitsui, who serves in this village of Fujido. I'm afraid I'm sorry to ask you this question - but which way do you intend to go?"

Even if they ask me that, I'll be in trouble to be honest.

In fact, I mean, it just followed where the Interpretive Moon Hair was headed - because I left it to her to run and ride, and she just got here.

Still, I am the owner of the Asai family.

It must never be imitated to be insulted, and it was necessary to keep it always dignified - at least, externally.

"- It is a test. This village of Fujido, to make it even better, I came to the test myself."

Yoshihachi looks up at my words blurry with faces like "I don't believe..."

Well, I said it appropriately, too. Fujido Village is the first name I've ever known.

"That's it. Anything else? Whatever you say."

When Yoshihachi shook his head small, he lay flat to rub his forehead.

"Right...... Well, keep it up."

When I say that, set aside a beat and the Interpretive Moon Hair starts walking.

Apparently, she intends to move on to the deeper part of this shrine house - into the woods.

Ugly and lush, it's dark and full of demons and things that seem to lurk.

"My lord! It won't! That won't be you!!

Once again, I finally raised my head - I guess I saw with my eyes where we were about to head.

I change my blood phase and Yoshihachi's grandfather comes running.

"What's up, noisy"

"Well, you mustn't go that way!

He turned around trying to get stuck in the path of the Interpretive Moon Hair, and he lay flat.

They really don't want us to go.

However, when such an attitude is adopted, it is human sexuality that really makes me want to know what lies ahead.

"Then I'll be in trouble if you tell me why you're trying to block my path. To the extent that demons emerge, there will be no problem. I'm the one who shot down the eagle, and I'm the one who's supposed to fall behind the monster."

In doing so, Yoshihachi hardens herself as if she had stranded herself in words.

By the way, I had a lot of knowledge of demons in this world.

Among the countless books that Princess Ji was beginning to transfer from Bodhi Yamashiro, there was a mismatch between what became the "Demonic Drawings".

By the way, the book was only extremely schematic and easy to write, but it was like a very understandable textbook with illustrations in it and references to related matters as well.

Thanks to you, my knowledge of demons and things related to them should have reached, at the very least, a deviation of about 64 if tested.

"Ahead of this, is it something nasty too?

"Damn... such things...!

Yoshihachi says so and tries to elucidate himself with a desperate face.

He looked like a nice guy like that - not very much, but I didn't see Yoshihachi as a bad guy.

"Hmmm......"

Once I take my gaze off the old man - I observe the woods stretching forward.

The dense trees, they were trees I had no idea about.

Nevertheless, there are many things in the trees of this world that did not exist in Japan in the world where I was - like, for example, the Great Tree, which constituted the Sea of Trees of North Mi-no.

In the woods, the environment looks bad because you can see it, and if you stay too long, your lungs are going to go crazy.

As I descend from my interpretive moon hair, I walk beside Yoshihachi, who lies flat.

Because it was obvious that if you proceeded with the Interpretive Moon Hair as it was, you would crush him.

"Dear Hall!

Thus, Yoshihachi stuck to my feet in a agile motion that made me want to suspect where the power remained in the old body.

When I looked down at the old man, he begged, shaking his voice from body to body.

"Ahead, it's a livestock dwelling......! By not having contact with the family of" Sitting Kids "and the Hall...!

That was as if exposing the whole village to shame.

I squeeze my fist.

It was uncomfortable, uncomfortable and I couldn't help it.

When I wave off Yoshihachi, I rush into the dark woods - slightly leaving myself to anger.

"Cu-on"

The Interpretive Moon Hair that chased me from behind bites my collar and pulls it back.

It's as if a mother or sister tries to flatter a boy who lets his anger slam him.

I turned to my interpretive moon hair and opened my mouth.

"- Something you can forgive, or attitude like you are now!

Sexually repentant, nagging, I screamed to slap the spider in my heart.

"Be it the same people! Just being a sitting child is subject to discrimination - such irrationality is rampant in my territory, etc...!

Sitting children - that is, mixed children born between humans and demons and their descendants.

In the first place, I was surprised by the fact that humans and demons can mate - which seems normal in this world.

However, sitting children are - said to be excluded by humans as "those who have no choice" and subject to discrimination.

For the last generation, permanently -.

……

But the Imperial Moon Hair looked at me softly, even under my wrath, just quietly.

I look at her like that and slowly lose my anger - I get captured by that feeling.

Everything fell to its heart.

I don't know why she brought me to this land - the intention, finally.

"I see...... you mean, Interpretive Moon Hair"

I asked him to look straight at the beautiful horse of silver with the golden horn and confirm it.

"Koga's Peak Party brought in by the direct sutra - they're sitting kids too."

Therefore, the interpretive moon hair hisses and affirms.

- Yes, it was unnatural.

Since the beginning, the direct sutra has succeeded in pulling out a group of twenty Koga families, unique among the fifty-three Koga families, which are the hexagonal family's sneaks.

And the High Peak Party - its twenty Koga families, yet persecuted by other Koga Shinobi.

Once again, I remember my first encounter with Interpretive Moon Hair.

"This daughter (Ko), the day before the marriage of Changzhen and the princess of the Oda family, is finally back from a few years of escape... but she seems so excited...!

Yanbei, now deceased and a longtime brother, said nothing but that.

Perhaps Interpretive Moon Hair wanders the country and purchases a variety of information through a network of horses.

That's why I know that the High Peak Party is a sitting child, or that there is a clan of sitting children living in this village of Fujido.

"I mean, before you prepare the roof or the food... you want me to know exactly how the people react to the sitting children - that's why you brought me here."

"Cuo on"

Interpretive moon hair affirms and whispers.

I couldn't help but squeeze my chest and start walking upside down.

It was just pathetic, I felt like I was being stuck with a reality far from my ideal - a statue called "Kitakomie pushing together into the future".

The bleak views of the forest flow and countless insects jump and crawl around at your feet.

And I just tried to step into the bushes despite the interruption of the road - once again I'm held back by a collar bitten by my interpretive moon hair.

"Cuo on"

The voice contained the colour of reproach.

Don't do anything far-fetched, you have such strong feelings.

"... sorry"

I was apologizing to Interpretive Moon Hair.

She knows I'm not a resident of this world.

I guess that's why they're trying to get us to have a variety of field experiences.

- I can't talk about ideals alone, nor the dreary, unpleasant parts of this society.

"Yes... I still don't know this world"

I approached the Interpretive Moon Hair and squirmed as I hugged it to its large body.

Her cuckoo is so big and warm.

It was an impurity that got lost in this world, and unlike me, which is just an unstable being - a pure being that did exist there and that supported me with devotion.

"You always have been. You will never push the rules of this world on me. He's just helping me with some really basic things to live in this world. For example, this time, think carefully."

Interpretive Moon Hair uses her neck to hug me.

It's like trying to mingle with a loving being.

I don't know why she's been so devoted to me.

I am not the real grandson of Takeshi Asai, whom she was the first to serve.

I'm not experiencing convenience because of my blood ties.

All I know is the definite feeling that the interpretive moon hair is a very warm being.

When I let myself go of her, I jumped on its back.

As the Interpretive Moon Hair protrudes to step on its feet, the blue splash spreads quickly.

He was a giant rat. Probably in the midst of a cage, waiting for a prey that would inexorably come in.

When we rode the Interpretive Moon Hair down the roadless path, there was a slightly open space - once there was an old Japanese house there.

A charming, traditional wooden house. A sufficiently splendid building amidst such a poor environment forest.

Interpretive moon hair stops and prompts me to come down.

I slowly, carefully, put my foot down on the soaking ground.

In front of the Japanese house - obviously, I feel signs of people.

He clearly recognized me and anticipated the movement.

I look at Interpretive Moon Hair, stare into its light green gentle eyes, and then - exhale loudly - I approach the house.

The sign says "Fujido" on the house.

◆

Stand in front of the gates of Japanese houses dressed in splendid outfits.

Creepy or creepy, it's in the woods with such a slight atmosphere - a pretty disproportionate existence.

The roof is a thatched roof, which is quite fragrant.

It was still a splendid wooden architecture, completely different in nature from the earth-walled houses seen in rural areas until we got here.

It would have been inhabited by a powerful family in this village, but according to Yoshihachi earlier - a sitting child, a discriminated class, in this house… there should be a mix of human and demonic beings.

(Hi, that's weird...)

Somehow there was a scene in my brain of that famous fairy tale.

A young gentleman of British stature gets lost in the back of the mountain, visiting a fine dressed Western restaurant and even going to the brink of being eaten by an abalone cat - that story.

Besides, I have some interpretive moon hair beside me, so it's not like those fairy tale gentlemen are out of the way.

But when it comes to what I and the fairy tale characters have in common - I guess there's a presence watching this one from the slightly open gap in front of me.

"... hey"

I smiled and waved as I looked into my eyes, which were in the midst of a shaft.

"I'm not a suspicious person. I want to talk to you, if I can."

"... who"

Obviously alarming, I can hear someone so strong.

While I received the voice, I returned the response without forgetting to smile.

"Senior Governor Yasui Asai -"

That's all I said, I'm gonna stop talking in the face.

I didn't know how to introduce myself - because I was so, so shaky to be just a person in another world.

"Asai... Ah!

But still, my inner side, anyway, the outer side - has an extremely stubborn cohesion.

He began to shudder and desperately bow his head as a little shadow popped over the soil.

There's another shadow indoors, and this one rushes into the back of the room.

"I beg your pardon... please forgive me..."

He looked like a 10-year-old boy.

I can't see my face, but my hands and feet stretching out of my cloth kimono are brown.

It reminded me of people of Latin American descent somewhere.

And more characteristic than that - a very beautiful silver thread that flows saggily from his head to the ground.

In addition, from the narrow space of the silver thread, the ears protrude.

But there is no surprise about it.

Rather, it was something I had expected somewhat since I heard the sitting child lived there.

According to the "Demon Drawings" borrowed from Princess Ji, sitting children are about children or descendants born between demons and humans and often resemble the appearance of their demons.

I mean, this hair color and ear shape must be from demons.

"I don't mind. Now, look up... because I don't think this one is disrespectful."

Interpretation is just a matter of interpretation - that's what I say, speaking up to the trembling boy.

"Instead, here's where you should apologize for your disrespect... because I'm the one who suddenly showed up unannounced"

Then the boy looked up slowly, peeking, in such a way as to fear.

The colour of the vigilance is coloured, with the face still unusual - the characteristic of those who are being abused, the fright and a glimmer of hope that has wandered.

When I look at it, I feel remorse and regret.

- He says he's not the kind of face that a long, futuristic child can have.

- And to the fact that a boy with such a face lives in my territory.

……

I guess fear prevailed over surprise that I was staring jizzily.

The silver-haired boy was stiffening himself and shaking too much of his body of fear.

"No, you don't have to be so vigilant"

Even though I knew that would be difficult for him, I had to say so.

"I just stopped by in the stream here. I didn't plan to stop by this Fujido family from the start. But by chance... yes, by chance, I heard you were sitting kids, so I thought we had to talk."

Then he hardens himself like a little.

At the end of those blue eyes is the knife I'm hanging on my hips - a stone split combined light.

"... don't worry, I didn't come here to persecute you because you're a 'sitting boy'. On the contrary."

"Gha... Gha?

The boy asks with trembling tears.

I took a breath and opened my mouth.

"Yes, I'm here to understand you. - Here."

I looked sideways at Interpretive Moon Hair and reached out.

Then she accepts my hand with a gentle hiss.

"... really, credit... can I...?

No, the tremor stops, and the boy interrogates me and Interpretive Moon Hair as they see each other.

Its eyes dwelt in colour as if to see something incredible.

"That's what I need to do right now - to live tomorrow."

I ask as I reach out to the boy.

He glanced at his hand, and then after a while, finally, for the first time, he looked me in the face.

"Tell me your first name. Give me your presence."

The boy reaches out to me with his little hand.

I squeezed that hand tightly, broke my hips and gazed at him.

"Yoshiyoshi... Fujido, it's Yoshiyoshi"

- That's a good name.

I sneeze and stroke his beautiful silver hair.

"I want to talk to you, with you - or with your family, including you."

The boy, named Yoshiyoshi Fujido, glimpsed Interpretive Moon Hair.

His sky blue eyes and the light green eyes of the Interpretive Moon Hair peek at each other.

And when the interpretive moon hair hissed small, Yoshiyoshi finally looked as if he was relieved - he snorted.

◆

(Sitting children are not necessarily words that indicate children)

In my head, I move on to the mansion where Yoshiyoshi lives, organizing the knowledge and information I can possess.

(meaning children born between demons and humans and their descendants… and also words indicating discriminated classes)

Taking off my footwear, I smiled at my interpretive moon hair waiting outside the house.

(There is no longer any other analogy as to why the word "child" is addressed -)

I waved my hand small at Yoshiyoshi looking at me in the face of nervousness, and then I put my footwear in order and went up between the floors.

(- If you're a child with demons, you can't let them touch people's eyes. I guess there was nothing else in his own mansion that tied him to the sitting area and made him a keeper without exposing him to people's eyes)

So is it possible that the vocabulary of sitting children, etc., is entrenched in this world of warring nations as representing, for example, the child of the union of man and demon?

There was no basis, it was just a guess - but that's what my mind tells me, even if it's not out of context.

"Doh, go ahead..."

When Yoshiyoshi opened his jaw, there he saw a skinny woman with her upper body on top of a straw (straw) knitted jar (jar) and an 8-year-old girl.

The girl looks similar to Yoshiyoshi and has silver hair brown elf ears.

And so was the motherly woman holding the girl.

"Hih... Hih...!

And then, when they opened up, their gaze focused on me.

I wondered if the girl's eyes on my mother had come and gone with me and my hipster's sword - boom, tears burst into those beautiful blue eyes.

In the next moment, therefore, a cry accompanied by the girl's characteristic height of the height of the height - will be laid flat as her mother pales her face and rises in a hurry.

"O... Samurai, I am so, so sorry! I will make you stop crying immediately, so please forgive me...!

She complains in a thin voice as her mother coughs.

I immediately shook my head and approached my mother and grabbed her shoulder.

Her thin body is frightened and stiff, and eventually - relaxes as if she had given up everything.

"Please, please…. At least... at least without my sons, please..."

"... No, if you don't stay, I'm in trouble"

I take off my feather-woven jacket as I push down my mother's body, which shows the color of despair, on top of the !.

The girl's crying became even worse.

"I'm sorry it's mine, but it'll be better than none - I'll give it to you"

"Ah..."

I put my jacket on my confused mother and then sit around on that pillow.

The girl had stopped crying at some point, whether it was the act of being seen how it was, or the act of being hugged by her brother, Yoshiyoshi.

(In the enclosure, is the fire properly covered...)

But you don't have enough firewood - little fire momentum.

The gaze naturally shifted from the enclosure to the whole room.

Unlike the exterior of the mansion, the interior is, by the way, painful, or broken or torn.

Still, in view of the epochal situation of the Warring States, I guess it is quite a blessing.

Even though both mother and child are sitting children who are of a discriminated class.

"Madam, let me first apologize for my disrespect. There's no reason to be confused when you show up all of a sudden."

I took the knife off my hips and put it on the floor, and saw the girl being held by her mother and Yoshiyoshi.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am President Asai, Lord of Kitakomie. You can call me whatever you want, whether you're a chancellor, a prep guard, a husband, or your husband."

"Bi... Ready to go...!?

I was going to humor myself, but from them, I guess I can't afford to just pay attention to that at all.

I shake my head slightly as I hold on to my mother's shoulder trying to get up in a hurry.

"I don't mind sleeping. How it looks...... are you a sick person? If anyone can blame me for this, I doubt my character as a person."

I smile at my mother, who looks like a jerk, and then I look at the girl held by Yoshiyoshi.

"I want you to feel safe"

I keep grinning as I reveal my vigilance and look at the face of a girl overflowing with hostility.

"I have to see things with my own eyes. It's untrustworthy. I can't help but understand the reality and reality of the territory."

Though initially none of them had that purpose at all.

I went out into the territory on my interpretive moon hair - nothing more than because I couldn't stand the embarrassment in front of Princess Shi and Princess Ji.

But in a way, that would have been nice.

The threat of the Asakura family is still alive, but it is now that the Hexagonal family's influence is receding that we have a chance to embark on internal affairs.

It goes without saying that if we try to conduct internal affairs, we must know with that eye the situation in the territory.

Perhaps it was with a triple meaning that Interpretive Moon Hair led me here. That is...

- The reality of the countryside as the basis for the production of food for people's lives.

- And the reality of the people who live there.

- In addition, the reality of sitting children, a discriminated class among the people.

As you can see with your eyes these three realities, with that in mind, you said to hit governance - I guess that's how she intended it.

"... so, about us?

"Yes."

I accept Yoshiyoshi's response.

"If you know about the people, you can't keep the country."

"-!"

My words seem to have shocked mothers and children considerably.

That too, well, maybe naturally.

Although it is a limited region called Kitami Koe, it is because I, the leader of an independent administrative group, - who are sitting children of the discriminated class, have been included in the category of the people.

"Is that... sincere...?

"Asai's master is supposed to lie."

"So, but...! You know who we are."

I look into the eyes of my woke mother.

He had beautiful eyes. It's going to suck everywhere, blue color.

"- Such irrationality, truncate with my existence"

The Fujido family's mother and son breathed into the dialogue.

Or - too much, because my story was strong.

"In order for me to enrich the land of the Omi, I need everyone's help. Every knowledge and workforce is needed, even if it is. Would it be in your interest to leave you alone then? It won't be the same, you sitting children, to create an environment in which you can make the most of your wielding power - that's what a lord needs to think about the development of his territory in general."

So I took a breather and saw Yoshiyoshi.

It is quite tiring and difficult to keep talking while making a voice.

"That's why I came to see you when I heard there was a sitting boy on this land. If you don't know the truth about you and do your politics in a spirit of self-righteousness, it won't lead to all the failures in our territory."

Yoshiyoshi's eyes were open in circles, as if they were no longer nothing but surprises.

"For that, dialogue. To determine the future fate of Omi."

◆

After seeing the plaque Fujido, I don't deny that there was any intention in my mind.

And the moment I heard the name Yoshiyoshi - I wouldn't deny that something evil appeared in my mind about captivating him.

Because Yoshiyoshi Fujido is - nothing more than a young name from Omi, Takati Fujido.

I would like to somehow surround him, who was extremely competent in historical reality - the current situation, which in some ways is biased against human resources, would be inexorable.

I'm not a saint enough to behave with nothing in mind.

(but it was huge that I exchanged words directly with the sitting child's family)

I look sideways at Lake Biwako from the horse of the Imperial Moon Hair, and I think so.

To hear, the Fujido family was originally a luxury family in the area, including Fujido Village.

But since our Lord's only daughter was offended by demons a few generations ago and gave birth to a child, it has become the home of sitting children, and some of them have fallen into acclaim.

(And I knew that old man in the barn was a good man...)

In other words, it was the Fujido family, which was supposed to be the only way to starve to death in the Eighth Minute of the Village - but also the Mitsui family, which serves as a dormitory for generations, managed to eat it.

It seems that the Mitsui family is originally a relative of the Fujido family, and, among other things, Yohachi, the current host, is cordially providing for the mother and son of the Fujido family.

Next time, you'll need to apologize to that grandfather for something. Though...

- Mother still sells herself.

Leaked out when I put my hand on her, that word echoes back in my brain.

It is a rural area of the region.

I suppose it is known that the village barn will provide assistance.

(If it's not enough, there's nothing else you can get from selling spring...)

In a way, however, that is the common sense of widows in warring times.

For a helpless widow to provide for her family, there is no other way to open her body and take away hardware and food from the men.

That has, in a way, been a universal phenomenon seen everywhere since history.

Yoshiyoshi's mother - Said Seiko, but I guess she shouldn't live without it either.

(Together, the family name that says Fujido family is the one that remains - perhaps neither Yoshiyoshi nor his sister know who their father is)

In a bad mood, I strengthened my ability to hold my Interpretive Moon Hair.

She knows my heart like that, she doesn't say anything, she just keeps running.

(But still - I guess the Fujido family is overblessed)

Perhaps you should consider that as a sitting child, the best standard of living in Japan.

It's a time like this - most sitting children are probably good to see as struggling with their daily lives and suffering from hunger.

(And to what extent should I make an acceptance more than I could figure it out... I got a general idea. Later -)

The sunset appears on Lake Biwa and is stained with scarlet.

Next to the glittering waters, we saw Nagahama, a new castle-building site that is currently popular among the rulers.

(- Somehow, we have to get that mother-child up.)

My feelings toward the Fujido family's mother and child are not just about anything.

More than I've seen with my eyes, more than I've ever known - I still can't throw it away.

"Cuo on"

"...... do you think so too, Interpretive Moon Hair"

Nevertheless, it was clear what needed to be done.

The first step is to build a roofed accommodation as soon as possible for the High Peak Party, which will come in the next few days.

And with the annotation that if the Fujido family's mother and son want it - take them at my disposal.

(That's just it)

In particular, Yoshiyoshi's mother, Moriko, suffers from the disease.

We'll have to move to the best possible environment and give it plenty of nutrition.

In this world where drugs and the like are underdeveloped, the disease cannot be cured properly. Nutrition and healing with your own immune system, because that's all you can do.

"The Hall is back!!

I've always been precipitated by my own thoughts, and accidentally, I hear voices like that.

At the end of his sight is the castle gate of Sugawa Castle, which is burning brilliantly the bonfire, and the figure of the soldiers standing on it.

You must have been worried about me, never going back.

Anyway, Sugawa Castle is now absent from its original castle owner, Nakkei.

If they're gone to me there, it's not something they can't help but be anxious about.

(If you pay attention to one side, the other is neglected, and vice versa -)

As I dived through the open gates in a hurry, I once again deplored the difficulty of ruling people.