Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

The morning at Sugawa Castle is early.

I can't say much because no exact clock exists in this day and age, but roughly before 5: 00 in the morning, everyone is up and starting to act.

Nevertheless, most humans fall asleep at 8 o'clock at night during normal times, so it's not that their sleep time is short.

I was not an example, and with Princess Ji, I had an early breakfast at the main mansion where the city princess was located.

Wake up before the sun rises, sipping the slow things and the loving porridge of the simmering princess - I see beside her, the giggling Princess Ji.

Incidentally, there apparently did not exist a value that speaking while eating was bad behavior, and Princess Shi and Princess Ji had a smile and conversation with each other.

That looks like some sisters - kind of dusty in the morning.

(- Well, are you sure you're my rod sisters)

With all that nasty stuff floating around my brain, I think about what I should do today while eating a handmade pickle from the City Princess.

Nevertheless, it is obvious from the beginning that...

(- What are you going to do with the sitting boy?)

I'll stick to this.

Rather than that, this was all I had.

If the plan for direct sutra goes well, 300 members of the Peak Party will arrive in about two or three days.

So they found the ideal place to accept, knowing the situation, where they were tired of breathing around to kill themselves, sitting children.

With hope in his chest, he will become desperate and try to escape Koga at all costs.

(But the problem is that I'm not ready to accept that peak party at all...)

Perhaps a few members of the Peak Party, or most of them, will be killed in escaping Koga.

By the other Koga Ninjas, the "Shinobu Out" rettel was affixed and merciless.

Still, they should be heading straight for Asai Castle. To make the future raw, full of hope.

But beyond that, it's not hard to imagine what would happen if there was no acceptance at all in the Asai family.

There is nothing more terrifying than a creature that has lost hope and abandoned itself without giving a concrete example. And...

"... Dear President, what has been done?

- It was my regular room/city princess who was more sensitive than anyone else to the finesse of my emotions when I had such worries.

"No, anything..."

No, I almost said - I shut up.

In a way, they are people of this age. It is not shallow and semi-productive knowledge like mine, but a person who has a sense of sitting children with skin as a culture.

Maybe it's better to get some advice than one of me holds it in here.

……

"Dear President,"

Calling my name, the city princess puts a porridge in it.

She didn't say anything more - those beautiful eyes were jizzily observing me.

I don't know if I can do it or if I'm worried about anything, the look on my face worrying about it. Or it was a pure caged eye that thought of me everywhere and wished to remove that suffering.

(After all, I'm no match for you...)

With that in mind, I place the porridge.

There was an unintentional leak of bitter laughter - against my own mind trying to sweeten unknowingly to a mother with a vessel called the City Princess.

"Hey, city...... and healing. I need to ask you something."

"Yes."

"Why should I?"

Two beloved wives who respond to my queries immediately.

Turning to them like that again, I ask, nervously, choosing words.

"... I want you to answer frankly. You guys, assuming I'm thinking of adding a sitting boy to my mansion - what do we do?

"Well..."

……

Once upon a time, they had the same look of surprise - a face like that that they never even thought about it and didn't even think about it.

"First of all, but... it's unthinkable in common sense"

On behalf of the silent City Princess, Princess Ji returns a response.

"I'm sure the chancellor knows that...... sitting children are extremely dangerous. They have a mix of demonic blood, and most of them look tough… not very much, such as using it."

"... Hmm"

Somehow, I think I've heard some very interesting opinions.

"Besides, sitting kids don't know what to serve... And some of them, like demons - can't even hurt themselves with anything other than jade fluorite. In normal humans, it's out of control, which is why sitting children, they've been..."

"- Hey."

I watched Princess Ji quietly.

Then she frightens her body and looks at me as if she could be scared.

I didn't mean to be angry - just sad. For me, I've learned about the Fujido family's mother and son.

The city princess kept quietly confronting me.

"The sitting children, Ji, are your past. No, maybe it's worse. You can only get blessings from your parents by birth, or not even that...... I've always been seen with cold eyes from around me, lonely, hard, and still alive - those are the ones, I'm sure."

Princess Ji lays down her face and shuts up.

"You had at least a heavy moment. Or a minister who thinks of you... But I'm sure the sitting boy doesn't have one. Even if I had brothers, my supportive companions, mostly,"

Discrimination is, historically speaking - essentially only extremely simple.

Those who possess fear that they will fail in their position and suppress what could drive them away.

And when you are driven down, you are afraid that there will be revenge for your previous repression, and trying to make a thorough differentiation in various respects - something you can understand as soon as you look at history.

Or by doing so, I guess I could only keep order.

"I want to save those people. Ji, you know what I mean. You must know what I mean."

"... I am"

Princess Ji squeezes her hands tightly on her knees, distorting her face.

"... No, you're a woman. You're supposed to know all that suffering...... and yet. The only thing on my head is the way soldiers move, the rest is like childish...... Until you told me, I just accepted it comically - don't even think about it, don't even realize it."

"No... that's human. From the fact that those who live in that society think that it is common sense, it is not a great deal to take their thoughts off stereotypes - because if you doubt it, the world that stands on its own depends on it disturbs order. Only people living in another region or in another world will be able to evaluate 'common sense' objectively"

The City Princess's eyes became sharp.

It's as if you've seen the General of the enemy to be picked up on a confused battlefield - such an eye.

Stick a knife deep in my heart, in those eyes as if I were going to make a decision - I turn to her, scared inside.

"Hey, city...... What do you think?

"Well... can you ask me that, too? We've decided from the beginning, answers, etc."

That said, sharpness quickly disappeared from her eyes, and instead a soft grin appeared.

"I don't care, it's okay. For the city, I don't care. As long as you're here, the rest is just the end of the story."

"... right"

"So if the chancellor hires sitting children - I won't blame them"

But the princess continues.

"The city doesn't mind, but the other ministers won't. Sitting children should be avoided… because that is the common sense of 'this world'. And to admit it, you're going to need the stage and the equipment to do it, but it's already been prepared."

……

"A land where a new castle will be built. The actor who gathers there and appears before the people is Kitakomie, the leader of the alliance, Shouxi Asai. Colour is a golden armor that comes from the body of an eagle - what it means is' Eagle Killer '. A hero who killed an eagle can follow a sitting child...... isn't that like, a world of stories? And what will happen to the people, ministers, when the world of stories is embodied? Can you just defy the will of the hero who emerged?

The City Princess caught me and enveloped me with her eyes that reminded me of her real brother Nobunaga.

"I'll send it to my brother, as soon as I can, to complete the eagle armor. Mr. Changzheng, please set up a building in Nagahama as soon as possible that will allow you to perform your liturgy at a different location from the castle."

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In my former world, Ishikawa is a memory of a distant past.

And when it comes to the situation where this system, which converts the production of land into quantities of rice, once again emerges before the modern man - perhaps a warring simulation game, or perhaps some historical drama.

Sometimes that happens, and the stone height system is often misunderstood. For example, 500,000 stone daimyo employs 500,000 stone ministers, etc.

(Well, that can't even happen)

In other words, in the Grand House of Fame, for the most part, about 60% of its stone height is allocated to its subordinates.

Therefore, if it is a 500,000 stone name, it can be understood that roughly 300,000 stones is the share of all ministers.

And the remaining 200,000 stones will be the famous "direct jurisdiction" - that is, land under direct control.

"Dear Hall! Mr Mayor, I have a progress report about the Takashi Hall in Nagahama!

"All right, let me see it"

I placed the floor number where the weeds could stretch all I wanted, and took the scroll I had brought for my use and spread it out - I felt signs of weeds soaring in the spring breeze, and I looked up to heaven unexpectedly.

The time of year is spring. The air is still cold, but it will surely warm up soon.

Evidence above all is that weeds are starting to grow alive.

Once upon a time, I was bringing my men here - close to the former main castle and Kotani Castle, in the countryside at the foot of Mount Skylark (Hibayama).

No, maybe you're right to say "ex-rural".

Because no one lives in this village, which was once the direct jurisdiction of the Asai family, where only rough fields and dwellings are located.

But such villages are unusual or irrelevant in warring times.

Some villagers flee in groups without paying taxes, others die of the plague, or just purely, disappear without people.

This village was just one of those places... Though sad.

"… If we move the husband for the construction of Nagahama Castle as it is, will the construction end in half a month?"

"Yes, it is Yoshimasaka Tanaka who is currently in command of the husband, but I will try to do something about the construction of the Taruki Hall..."

It will be quite expensive, he said, adding the words of the governor.

Behind my brain, I see your younger brother playing Abacus and scratching his head 27615; moaning.

No, I'm so sorry.

"Ok... Kim Sum, so bad for the governor... First of all, we need to build Nagahama Castle and move on to building the Taruki Palace. And as soon as it's complete, it has to be accomplished in conjunction with the inaugural ceremony. Let's shake it off after this."

"Yes, sir."

A man of use who writes down my message and then leaves in a courtesy.

After that, I went to work in the countryside.

Some of them flock to straw and private houses, and some mow the weeds of the wasteland.

"... All right, shall I join you?"

"Oh, the Hall!?

I poked my knees into a rough field, and as I began to pull out the weeds - I tried to push my acts to a halt, as my men panicked.

There were 50 men brought to the countryside - all originally soldiers of Oya Castle and men now integrated into Sugawa Castle.

Incidentally, there is also a long-standing foot named Heikshiro Yamada, Tsubaki and Love, who was the chief samurai of the city princess.

Well, I intentionally brought in a person appraisal as well.

When it came to what I was doing with them like that - cleaning the deserted private houses and organizing the fields.

It is now impossible to prepare the residence of 300 members of the High Peak Party, and it was decided that it would be quicker to reuse the existing village.

No matter how many 300 people, none of them can be independent heads of households. Probably numbers including wives and children.

Together, the seat should be overtaken by this rural reuse - or if we give them this rural as it is, there will be no problem at all.

Of course, food support will be needed until the fields are rehabilitated - but eventually they will be cashed back because of the annual contribution, so they can be fully recovered.

In the first place, this countryside has not been engaged in productive activities because of the absence of people. There's nothing wrong with sharing it.

In that sense, cleaning up a deserted private house was a higher priority than organizing a wasteland.

"What, I won't be able to push chores on all of you. Besides, I can only get the job done quickly. Continuing one job with dazed and inert is to be incompetent. Let's get it over with and soak it in the hot springs - all of us."

When I said that, emotions erupted in the faces of the men - all sorts of thoughts.

In times of war, they run around the battlefield as unnamed ordinary soldiers.

Unlike direct passage and other general officers, there was an isolated difference from me.

I guess it's honest that you're sorry for letting me help you with chores like that, even though you're afraid to exchange words from the beginning.

And I was asked to take an after-work bath.

I'm happy and scared and I can't help it - the intricate look they're having right now is an extreme representation of such a psychological situation.

"All right, Heikshiro"

"Yes!

I spoke first to him, who looked nothing but "normal," then to the four men.

"Let's make you five squad leaders and assign nine of each. Now that we decide to share, follow the assignment to clean the vacant house. Let's reward the squad for finishing beautifully and quickly... with this chief executive."

"Oh... oh...!

Fifty men began to sparkle their eyes.

After all, if you know there's a reward, you eat it differently - and more importantly, there's even a bath after work, so it would mean that you're motivated.

Once again, without putting much time aside - according to my allotment, there was a figure of men working on cleaning private houses standing side by side in the countryside as they gained momentum.

Bravely speaking, or singing a lousy song, watching them move forward to work with momentum - I sew and observe between them as I pull through the weeds growing in the field.

- As a result, I can say it was a harvest to find out that a man named Heishiro could use it quite a bit.

As the other men consolidated and cleaned one house with 10 people - he took charge of two sets of private houses and quickly cleaned many of them.

The boulder is the man Tsubaki fell in love with. A little more, maybe he's a good person with eyes on him.

As the sun slowed down - I was thinking about it as I took the men who were sweating refreshingly after work and headed to the hot spring at the foot of Mount Kotani.

◆

Two days have already elapsed since the advice of the City Princess.

My men and I were rehabilitating the abandoned village at the foot of Mount Skylark, while I continued to do everything I could to make contact with the peak party to come.

Incidentally, one of the issues that had been told directly, regarding food security for the Takahima Party - is to be made to contribute from the bases of Asai families everywhere, including Sawayama Castle.

As for the most recent food problem, this seemed to manage to outpace it.

But still, from the standpoint of supporting the Peak Party on an ongoing basis - after all, it won't be enough.

At that time, not only the organization of the Asai family, but also the power of the private sector must be sought.

For example, the merchants, including Omiya, who had shops in the castle town of Kotani Castle.

But at last - they've finally had to make a distinction between the development of such an acceptance attitude.

Change into a courtesy dress with the assistance of the City Princess and move to the reception room in the second circle of Sugawa Castle.

The chilling feel of a slab corridor, felt through the foot pockets.

And every time I stepped on it, there was a slight sound - a feeling that was almost lost in the modern world where I was.

The reception room at Sugawa Castle is still better built than the mansion we live in.

Tatami is laid all over the space - a space that also reminds me of the one room I once lived in Kotani Castle.

There was a hint of wellgrass, which was very comfortable in conjunction with the clear air not contaminated by the exhaust gases of the automobile.

"Dear Hall, Naojing is on his way here with the leader of the Peak Party and one of his guardians afterwards."

"Thank you."

I don't go in the room, I call my direct sutra men from the hallway for an injection.

To be honest, I'm more anxious right now than I expected. That was an undeniable fact.

From the beginning, even though it's only been a few months - because it's a miracle in itself that people like me, led by countless soldiers and people, are doing something so far.

And ironically, what could actually embody that miracle was successive wars with the Hexagons and victories over this.

I have succeeded, so to speak, in interfering with the hearts and minds of the people in the realm through war - in the sense that I said that, the internal affairs I do are the product of something perfectly bloodstained.

(But that's why I'm stopping. -)

Since history, human society has been only the product of something competitive.

If we do not sacrifice something, it is the statute of man's world, and it is also a sad reality, that we gain nothing.

It goes without saying that the last example of this is the orderly form of capitalism, which manifested itself more than in medieval Western Europe - swallowed up all over the world.

(- Above all, because the order I aspire to is not something that, in a sense, can be taken off such an existing order or form)

After all, I'm not a great man or anything.

It was just a student who was suffering from a secondary illness, who was more familiar with history than people, and who knew what relationship the rulers of the past and the people had.

So I can only respond to impending situations on an ad hoc, seemingly ad hoc basis, while adding arrangements to the journey that humans have taken to modern society.

There's no way I can make all these Japanese people happy.

I'm not aiming for the Heavenly Man, I'm only aiming to develop its interior by limiting it to the territory of the Asai family called Kitami Koe - only because I recognize my own limitations better than anyone else.

I see it a lot at Light Novell, the story of a reincarnated man dominating the world - that I can never do.

If you do such an absurd thing in a world with completely different values - because in the end only the protagonist and a limited number of people around him will be happy, and the majority of the people will be pushed into darkness that is not visible in the eyes of the protagonist to groan in pain.

(And around the thought of that - I've apparently changed, too)

I just wish I could be happy with the princess.

I also thought that would be fine if I abandoned the country if anything and lived in detail somewhere.

But after meeting the ministers, Princess Ji, and her brother-in-law Nobunaga, I'm starting to think we have to protect them somehow.

(Needless to say that's a dangerous idea -)

As long as you're a person, you try to defend what you're saying, a lot, you get flat.

If a broken party were born into one thing, it would be too distracted by its repairs and eventually everything would rip and collapse. But still...

(- Still, what we need to protect, we need to protect)

Or maybe I started thinking about that because my child was conceived in the belly of a city princess.

Be a father, take responsibility for one life. The signs of such imminent and familiar change changed my mind.

(If I had a child, more importantly, only me and the city would be happy - such a selfish idea would never be tolerated)

And I think about it because I must have been lonely all my life in the world I was in.

If you open the hallway and the other side of the hallway in an attempt to change your mind trying to just head inside you - from there comes a flamboyant spring cheer.

And it was the land of the country of Omi, which could not yet be said to be abundant, that stretched out in front of it with a far-sighted gaze over Biwako.

Even the direct jurisdiction of the Asai family is such that abandoned villages exist - it is still good to see that poverty and discrimination exist in Omi in countless ways.

(Let's protect them, those guys, all of them)

But I'll just protect you - it won't lead to their growth, and I'll just let them rot.

It's up to the money changers to figure out how to use it. Probably, I'm sure.

"- Master Hall, it's been a long time."

And the voice of a man listening to me shake for a few days struck my eardrum.

Naosuke Endo is there - wearing a headscarf, taking two humans.

"... well, back. Come on in - neither of them."

◆

He is in the lower seat, and his rectitude is sitting in a hush.

Behind it lay someone with a physical appearance that was clearly seen as a woman and a physical appearance that was clearly seen as a man, flat with a headscarf on.

It would be nice to see these two as representatives of the Peak Party.

It's extremely simple - that's the sight that's spreading right in front of me.

- Don't worry about it, Straight Sutra.

When I shrugged like that, the man and woman in the headscarf trembled and shivered.

Perhaps you're feeling my gaze on your skin, even though you're wearing a cover.

They're throwing such negative words at me as they look at me - but it must be, like, a kind of fear experience.

"Come a little while back, won't this make your face look good too? Or the appearance of those there."

Saying so and inviting, I weakened my tone and said:

Direct Sutra prompts the two of the Peak Party to pack their distance towards me.

The men and women of the High Peak Party seemed rather hesitant, but they slowly approached each other to see if the distance from the direct meridian had become thin on the boulder.

The first thing I thought was that the man's body was quite successful, whereas the woman's body was quite decent.

I'm still young, and I guess I'm 12 or there - though I may say I'm already an adult in this day and age.

The man's shoulders are wide and the woman's shoulders narrow. Even though the man's body is thick with chest plates and everything, the woman's body is idle with everything, including chest plates.

And wearing kimonos made of miserable hemp - perhaps this is the maximum they can dress them.

The contrast is clearly emerging in front of me in a disappointing courtesy dress.

"Direct Sutra, won't you give me an introduction? Keeping face to face without knowing the other person's name forever is unsettling."

"Ha... Sure, you're on your left."

In front of the two representatives of the High Peak Party, the direct sutra said with a broken face.

"Hi, you can't be awkward. In front of the pavilion, I was thinking ahead of time about introducing you to the High Peak Party, but that's the end of a complete fall... No, it's really troubling."

"No, I know how that feels. I'll tell the city and Jiji today, while I'm trying to say this... in front of him, it's like he's not coming out of his mouth. Perhaps, nervously."

"Are you nervous at the hotel?"

"Whether it's human or not."

Two headscarves shake slightly at the word human.

The subtle move convinced me. Perhaps these two are sitting children.

"Well, let's take action on that for one thing - first, if you know. About those in front of you."

Taking my word for it, the straight sutra slightly twisted his body as he corrected his posture, opening his mouth as he showed the two headscarves flat in his hand.

"Now let me introduce you. This is one of the Koga Twenty, the leader of the high peak, Lord Odd, and his guardian, Lord Yanagiro."

Then the woman, who was introduced to high peak strangeness, further folds her hips and rubs her headscarf all over her tatami tatami, she says.

"Welcome to the first time, the Koga Twenty family is the leader and stranger of the peak. I heard more rumors about what the guards were doing."

Somewhere in that formal greeting, I wasn't interested at all.

When I get up slowly, I gently approach the headscarf woman to avoid making footsteps.

Naturally, the direct sutra noticed my movements, and the man with the headscarf seemed to have sensed my movements as well - but if you're a girl, you'll be hard at work reciting your mouth that you would have desperately remembered. It looked like you didn't really notice my movements at all.

"Hey, oddly enough,"

"Ha, ha!?

I crouch in front of the girl and speak up close.

She must have been surprised. You were supposed to be far away earlier, but now you have my voice coming from right around the corner.

And I lifted my head in a bouncing motion, and I...

"- I'm sorry, but I'm trying not to look them in the face and make value decisions. I'll show you."

"Eh."

My hand falls on a strange headscarf, pulling it up all at once.

It was the pale just dazzled that appeared with the voices of a girl like a loose between them.

And from its bright hair, reminiscent of a cloudless sky -

"- Ah, ah...!?

"Cat's, ears......?

I don't know why, the appearance of the girl with her mouth open and closed with puffiness - though still exceptionally inferior to the highest-class city princess in Japanese history, was quite neat.

Or maybe it's a testament to the feeling being driven mad by the city princess as I settle into an assessment that even looking at girls on this level is "pretty neat" -

Either way, pale hair - after all, it was unrealistic and very fantastic. Alternatively, cat ears and golden eyes that are moving tingly as well.

Nevertheless, the mother and child of the Fujido family also had pointy ears on their silver hair, which is probably all the more so now.

"Dear Hall...?

"What is this, is it real..."

The confused voice of direct sutra to the BGM, I stroked the girl's head for now and turned to the man called Yakichiro.

"So you're a sitting boy too... Well, I guess so. Because there's nothing wrong with that."

"- Why!?

Behind my back, strangeness exploded.

I'm also a boulder. At the level of voice I look back, the man panicked and said, "Odd!" and raise the voice of restraint.

In the meantime blown up from her, the fire is quenched, and she sneers.

Speaking of direct sutra, I closed my eyes and didn't move as if I were a jizz.

I had my original plans. They must have collapsed into a collapse - they can no longer be, and such thoughts drift from all over my body.

"Why? - What? Oddly enough, is there something you want to ask me?

"Uh-oh..."

"Also, I'm sorry! Strange though the leader is still immature, it's all the fault of this Yakichiro, his guardian! May I apologize for any disrespect to the guardian in front of you, please do so in peace... please do so in peace!

Yachiro takes off his headscarf, stares at me with a pale face, and then rubs his forehead against his tatami.

On that head with a short cut of bright white hair, his ears stick out, as strangely as they do - unlike hers, which somewhere reminded him of a dog.

To judge from the appearance, is it something like roughly the early twenties?

Hence, the grumpy oddity hastily mimics him for Yakiro's dugout.

"What are you doing? I won't imitate it like that, but I'm obviously the one who's being rude."

"Is...?

Finally slap Yakichiro on the shoulder, raising his voice as if he was confused, and make him stop at the dugout.

The strange face that watched the sight pounded. I sat down on the tatami in front of the two peak parties again.

"I'm telling you, like you guys right now, you don't have to be overly grumpy with me. Your job is not to bow your heads to me. Bringing useful information to me, this will be my job. Make no mistake, the essence."

- That's what I say. I nodded loudly in front of the man and woman with cat ears and dog ears that made my eyes black and white.

The direct meridian slightly opens its eyes and sees the sight, laughing bitterly.

"Miao Palace, Michiro Palace. I told you, this is the kind of man you are."

"Direct Sutra, what does' like this' mean, 'like this'"

"Ha... why don't you ask your own chest again?

Once the words were cut, the direct sutra spoke to the two peak parties.

"The Hall doesn't like the fact that it's too formal. Or social mindset, though. You guys... I know it's hard, but I'm a sitting boy in front of the hall. Don't tell me what. Because the museum doesn't like that either."

"You know perfectly well, boulders are straight. Let's praise him and grab him. Well..."

That said, I turn back to the two of you looking at this one with a look like I'm seeing something incredible.

"- Kitakomie is the general and Akai Kimae Shogun. Welcome to my realm. Welcome, your arrival from the bottom of your hearts."

If it's a good thing that you serve me...

When he told him that, Weird and Yakichiro just slammed their foreheads on the tatami tatami and flattened out in a hurry.

"Then, direct passage - where are all the other peak party people besides these people?"

"Ha... I'm putting you on standby outside Sugawa Castle. - What is that?

"No, the High Peak Party, though early spring, would still have pushed cold days and nights to get to this North Omi? Sure, you must be hungry..."

"Dear Hall...... no way"

I exhaled loudly with a delightful look on my face, though, as if my rectitudes were frightening.

I exhale loudly, too, pounding my bread and my hands.

Weird and Yakichiro's body trembled.

"In front of the mansion, the city is making porridge support. Four minutes in a large pot, plenty. Isono Makoto from Sawayama Castle split it it for me... Direct Sutra, if you forgive me, the castle owner, I'm going to behave like a hot porridge with those of the High Peak Party who would be feeling cold - how about that?

"... your wife is also chewing on this case, isn't she?

"I'm already cooking porridge as a delight. Direct Sutra, with your wife and your princesses. I borrowed these castle women and they seem to be starting to plant them last night..."

"No, you're a bad person in nature... the museum, really"

With that said, the direct sutra opens its mouth, smiling bitterly at the two peak parties.

"As you heard, apparently the Hall and his wife are willing to welcome one of your high peak parties. Regardless of the master, your wife is Kakata Uesuke Nobunaga is your sister...... If Awkward says no here, the master of the hall will not be able to see his wife, and if you pull it off, Lord Uesuke can damage his mood. Since Oda is no longer a neighbor, the awkward selfishness that makes it difficult to reconcile the pattern with Asai..."

"Hmm..."

"- No, there's no way the awkward could go against what the Hall decided in the first place. Even if the High Peak Party ever flies an anti-flag and is taken over, it is no longer destiny. If the Hall trusts the Peak Party, the Awkward will just martyr at it again... This, this! Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry! I'll arrange for you to settle down. I can't wait to see you like that... Eh, stop crying!

Once I saw a man and a woman shuddering their shoulders and crying, I was thinking about how to lead 300 people to the village.