Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

The sound in my ear was calm, and while it was, it also kept the power of nature behind me - diffused and splashed in the air so that we would become aware that it was something really tiny.

Lake Biwako, Japan's largest area and water reserves.

The figure is laid back and gives the beholder a strong sense of corning.

Incidentally, it is not very well known that the source of the Omi country on which the Asai family is based is Biwako itself.

Because of its size, Lake Biwa was considered by the ancients to be one of the seas in Kyoto that exchanges against the Seto Inland Sea.

Naturally, Biwako is not salt water, but fresh water.

Because of that fact, as a "sea" of "fresh" water "close to Kyoto, it became known as the near-pale sea (Chikawaami), and this became known as Omi (Omi).

"Cuo on"

And he raises his voice to me as if his interpretive moon hair were obstinate.

In the middle of washing her whole body in the lake (not to mention), she didn't like the fact that she had stopped her hand.

Right now, me and her body are soaking up to half the water, and naturally, I'm undressing.

The water temperature on Lake Biwako, still ahead of spring, was cold.

If you put it in the water with your clothes on, your body will be eroded by the cold air that wraps around your body even more, causing you to catch a cold.

And that's all I absolutely had to avoid.

Modern medicines, including antibiotics, do not exist in this era.

Therefore, if we catch a cold - the possibility of an immediate afterlife is pre-modern society.

Therefore, take it off. I had to take it off.

It's not that I have a dew habit - although I have a desire to go under the blue sky with the princess one day.

"Yes, yes... ok, ok. Because it was bad, because it was bad."

If you rub her whole body slowly and wash it clean, Interpretive Moon Hair will leave her body to me with a lukewarm face.

Incidentally, the phenomenon that the body solidifies and hurts - nothing is specific to humans alone.

Whether it is a dog, a cat, or a horse, every living creature with bones and muscles moves around is something that causes discomfort somewhere in your body as you live.

If you slowly untie (loosen) your back and leg muscles with your fingertips, but occasionally compress them with your fingertips - she was frightened, shaking her body and exhaling hot exhalations.

The truth is, I almost wanted to scratch out the semen from the stallions stuck in her hip, but when I suddenly touched the delicate zone, I would buy a hiccup.

Once upon a time, I didn't want to be hated only by Interpretive Moon Hair.

It takes a lot of work to get to the lower body of a woman in the first place.

Don't be disappointed. Disappointment is a privilege only allowed to virgins.

A virgin learns to harm things if she is disappointed, and learns how to carry things carefully, and becomes a man.

(... No, I haven't thought about it at all. I haven't thought about it)

Because it's a horse. Even the Interpretive Moon Hair, if we are to exchange love, is better determined to be a handsome horse than a human me or something.

Somehow I feel something tangled in my fingertips, and I try to untie, untie, and untie the stiff muscles of the Interpretive Moon Hair.

Once my hand moved from the rib (abrasive) to the spleen (hive) and finally to the lumbar angle (hips) - the interpretive moon hair slowly peered into my face.

"It's okay, don't worry. Leave everything to me... huh?

And when she lay her eyes down and behaved in disgrace, she whispered.

I interpret it as an acknowledgement, slowly crawling my hands into white asses.

After all, it must be the result of previous torture.

Her muscles were tight and beefy at a level that I could tell right away even if I was the amateur.

That's like a basketball filled with air. It's getting really hard and tight.

(I knew I'd have to take care of you regularly...... The only reason I can live like this right now is because of my interpretive moon hair...)

If you crawl your fingertips into that muscle, your Interpretive Moon Hair will bounce bickerly.

It's a very girl-chick reaction, not even girlish, that shows Rin's overwhelming presence on the battlefield - apparently nervous.

Once I let go of my hand from her ass, I gently stroke her neck and gently drop my lips on its cheeks.

Then the body of the Imperial Moon Hair slowly relaxed.

No, he's a really cute guy who reassures me about my kiss.

"Your ass, you're so white and meticulous...... really"

"Cuo on"

"Don't be shy, be proud. Really tense and good ass"

I cared for her to be ashamed, and I slowly rubbed her white glutes in.

In massage to horses, the glutes are also a fairly important part.

Ladies and gentlemen who have actually crawled on all fours and played, or brothers who have played similarly due to various circumstances, will understand - when pressed against their backs, the most overloaded area is the shoulder, and the root of their feet.

Therefore, the glutes inevitably have to solidify.

"What do you say? The horses are responsible for the hooves, and they won't even do this, will they?

Stimulates the base of a moist, water-swept tail - pushing around the ridge (bikon) - while gently rubbing up the glutes of the interpretive lunar hair.

Nevertheless, human sensibility is really a strange thing because just getting wet in the water seems to double the colour.

Well, in my case, it's the same as the average Peepaw, and he's a regular guy who drips water, too.

Thus, if you gush the stiffness on the ridge - the Interpretive Moon Hair will stare at this one with moistened eyes.

"... I don't know how many men pressed over you. I'm not interested if you don't want to know."

I continued to press the ridge with my right hand, mouthing it on the back of Rei (Rara) the Imperial Moon Hair, rubbing my glutes in.

"- Finally, if you'll stay by my side, that's fine."

At least for now, I'm the only one - whispering that way, the Imperial Moon Hair will bounce big with the Bikun.

Thus, at that moment - from her crotch seat, a vigorously viscous cloud erupted.

It no longer seems certain that it is the remnants of the stallions that had accumulated in the wombs of the Interpretive Moon Hair.

The raw odor fluids tightened out of her womb drift from the puffiness to the water.

Speaking of which, it's also a chunk of protein when it comes to semen, and it feeds the fish outfits.

Are the semen leaking into the sea water during the dynamic mating of whales taking place in the sea consumed by the fish swimming around them?

Poor, the semen flowing to Australia could not conceive the temple moon hair, but would settle into the bellies of the fish rather than her foetus.

(What, is that...?

Looking at the puffy and flushing semen, I stumbled upon the underlying question.

(Demons cannot be killed unless they are jade fluorite or demons. Does that mean - that demonic semen and eggs can't be killed except by demons...?

Sitting children are words that mean mixed children born between humans and demons and their descendants.

Together, there will be two patterns at the starting point in the birth of a sitting child - and that's exactly where I get my doubts.

Firstly, a single pattern.

There was a demon stallion and a human woman, a demon and a woman had a relationship, a woman conceived a child with a demon - a sitting child.

With this flow, I can understand it without any particular problems.

Because demonic sperm was fertilizable with human eggs, and eggs could only be subjected to sperm invasion.

And a lid pattern.

There was a demon and a human man, a demon and a man had a relationship, a demon conceived a child with a man - a sitting child.

It is difficult for me to understand this.

Demons can't be hurt by humans. This fact is unshakable.

But their cells - that is, eggs - are "broken" by a cell called human sperm, because they are "invaded" and become fertilized eggs...

(... that means there is some law of expression? Demons can repel non-demonic attacks, including how to defend them)

And more importantly, there is the fact that I am now able to perform an interpretive moon hair massage.

Massage is, so to speak, the act of direct contact with the skin and muscles to be treated.

According to the way it is done, it would also be possible to damage the other's muscle tissue.

(But the Interpretive Moon Hair accepts it. And I even feel comfortable accepting the irritation caused by my fingers, who are human, and being relieved of my muscles -)

I don't know, it was full of things I really didn't understand.

Is it also true that only germ cells such as sperm and eggs are not covered by the defensive methods that demons have...... No, there shouldn't be.

"Cu-on"

And that's exactly when I tried to fit into the maze of thought - the interpretive moon hair bending my neck wide and laying my own lips on my lips.

I feel the warm exhalation of the Interpretive Moon Hair.

Her presence is there.

It was like trying to rub that fact hard at me - and then it was a very gentle mouthpiece.

(Speaking of which, it's usually just from me, and you never had anything to do with it from her...)

That's not all.

Until now, I've only avoided lips - perhaps unconsciously - even when I mouth her cheeks and other parts.

And the taboo is suddenly torn, and I'm layering my lips with my interpretive moon hair.

When I'm so stunned by the shock, Interpretive Moon Hair slowly wakes up and looks down at me as I go underwater.

She had beautiful eyes.

I'm in the eyes of the light green. Or, I was the only one showing it.

And the only thing that exists in my sight is the Interpretive Moon Hair.

The pale sky also exits the world stage, and only white, gold, and green (Midori) sit in its center.

Exactly, literally demonic.

It binds my will, against her so full of charm, I...

"Hey, Interpretive Moon Hair - Wow!

- I was dramatically watered down trying to unconsciously talk about something.

As soon as, as if freed from magic, my thoughts are cleared once and for all.

"Oh, hey! What the..."

And again, the water splash that flies in my face.

As a result, the Interpretive Moon Hair is using its beautiful tail to skip the water.

"Cu-on"

The white princess looked at my stunned face - she was very happy to be there.

And he's turning his back on me, and he's starting to run towards a wave that hits gently against the shore of the lake.

"You... you fucked me!

"Cuo on"

Once upon a time, she was obviously playing.

He smiles at me from time to time looking back, whispering like he's laughing, as though he's funny and can't help it.

Her bright white skin was brilliant in a glass of light under the bright sunshine.

The appearance was very dazzling. In many ways.

And speaking of me, I was waving her like that, chasing her even.

Naturally, but naked.

I know it's definitely a "case occurrence" thing in the world I was in, but I don't need to worry about that in this warring age.

"Wait, you...!

"Cuo on"

If you approach the Interpretive Moon Hair, her tail will immediately react and jump up the lake and hang a water splash.

And I also fought against the Imperial Moon Hair, and if I responded with the water curled up with both hands, she would sizzle with a very pleasant voice.

"Gotcha......! Come on, don't run away!

"Cuo on"

After a watering match that lasted several minutes, I scratched her flying water splash and hugged her on its back - and then the interpretive moon hair twirled and danced, making a noise with Bashan and falling into the lake with me.

Warm temperatures of the imperial lunar hair that you still feel while surrounded by cold water temperatures.

Embracing her in the shallow water, I realize one fact.

- Whoo-hoo, this is exactly what I am.

A good opponent in a world where nothing is known, always in a world of death and neighbourhood, exposing himself of vegetables in the true sense.

That was the Interpretive Moon Hair, the only one that could not be replaced and was absolutely unique.

They laugh at each other as they twist in the water and rotate their body positions two to three times over each other.

To be honest, I have no idea what's fun.

I really don't know what I'm talking about.

But maybe that's okay...

Or maybe the fact that you're alive is something like that.

And perhaps it's just before I die that I know what I enjoyed and what it meant to live in this world.

Humans live to die.

To realize that you're alive, or to understand that you're alive.

"Cuo on"

"... ok. Let's go up, Interpretive Moon Hair"

And the pleasant time also ends with the voice of the Interpretive Moon Hair.

- Always, yes.

Ever since history, or long before that - it was the woman who made me return the man I was passionate about and readjusted my focus on what I was supposed to do.

"Yes...... What I should do is not kill time for pranks here. To see what's going on in our friend village, even at a glance - whoo-hoo, you did."

"Cuo on"

But at least that's all I'd have to say.

Up on the lake bank, wiping my body and putting my sleeve through my kimono, I open my mouth against the interpretive moon hair looking at this one jiggly.

"It was the time I needed. For me and you, at least."

"Cuo on"

Across her hissing with satisfaction, I remember what the governor told me before I left the castle - I laughed.

"I'm not alone, I... At least here, next to me, there's the Interpretive Moon Hair - because you're here."

That's all I am, without a base in this world, only empty.

Interpretive Moon Hair runs out slowly when I make sure I'm firmly across her.

When I had just met her, the late Yanbei now said.

Days before my marriage to the City Princess, he said he had returned from years of desertion.

I don't know why she escaped, and why she came back at the time of my marriage to the City Princess - but perhaps in her head, the experience of running around when she was escaping, makes a map of Omi.

With a firm foothold, I thought again as I straddled my uncertain interpretive moon hair.

After all, she is a signpost in this world that should never be lost.

At present, if we looked north at Nagahama on the way to development, we would eventually see the settlements being formed along the Sister River.

Interpretive Moon Hair slowly stops, twisting her neck and staring at me zippily.

"... that's my friend's village."

"Cuo on"

Interpretive moon hair hissed and affirmed.

I rub her neck gently and once again look out over a settlement that looks far away.

It is one of the leading producers of iron cannons in Japan - and the living village of sitting children.

Just holding this place down would change the situation surrounding the Asai family.

A production base that you will never be able to avoid more than living in this world as Changzheng Asai.

(My every move determines everything, or...)

Once again, shaking on the back of the Interpretive Moon Hair, which began to run slowly - I breathed out too loud of tension in front of the unknown.

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Under a pale, clear spring sky, the Interpretive Moon Hair stopped about 200 meters before the settlement, taking care not to shake me off.

The "Friend Village" in sight is clearly different from the "National Friend Village" I know from the Warring States era.

Because the settlements that are forming on the banks of the river in front of us look exactly like small fortifications.

There was a wooden fence surrounding the settlement, and as far as I could see - there seemed to be no means of entering the settlement except to creep through one confirmed gate.

If that's all, it's still fine.

Anyone will be able to understand that it is a phenomenon peculiar to the Warring States, which could not have assembled in the inhabitants and defended their own lives without arming themselves. But the problem is...

(- Why are you building a settlement in Sister River...)

This world's sister river is about 150 meters wide and nearly twice as wide as my former world sister river.

And within that river, naturally, Central America is formed.

Thus, there is also a settlement in this part of the Friend Village.

(Well, think calmly - somehow you know why)

Central America is dangerous.

This is a natural feeling if you are a modern man.

Because if the river increases, the water will naturally erode in Central America and push those there away.

But despite that, the old people preferred to settle in Central America.

One reason for this would be that the river was the best way to get around. It is overwhelmingly faster to travel by boat through the waterway than by land.

But perhaps the biggest reason why people lived in Central America...

(It's easy to protect, from external enemies, the settlement...)

- That's the end of it.

For example, one of the major European cities known to everyone if they are Japanese is Paris, France, but the same is true of this.

Paris' roots were the island of Cité, the middle continent of the Seine, from which one of the largest cities in recent history was born, alongside Edo and London.

"Whoo-hoo, right... you mean that..."

That's all I think about, and I'm somewhat convinced.

Yes, the village of friends in front of us is - exactly, in circumstance, the island of Cité in Paris.

Nevertheless, this is Japan.

Neither Europe nor Paris. It's like arranging a European landscape in a Japanese-style way - or even if there was a landscape there where Westerners who had no idea about Japan wrote out their own images of Japanese nature.

I observe the appearance of a friend village as I stroke the neck of the Interpretive Moon Hair from the horse, which only appears to be a unicorn in Western legends.

Thus, the Friend Village is divided into land settlements and river settlements.

And the two settlements were connected by a large wooden bridge hung on the sister river.

The only means of communication to Central America seems to exist, and in any case, we must start from where we enter the land settlements.

And by the gate to enter the Friends' Village, there's a figure who's obviously watching over this one - I could see him putting up a volcano gun and watching this one move.

A white horse is holding off beside a man in a crude blue kimono, and this is another jittery observation of us.

This settlement is among the sitting children.

Together, I guess the man with that fire rope gun is also a sitting boy.

His back length is about 160cm, smaller than that of the City Princess. But based on the average height of this era, I guess it's a good enough physique.

The head is covered in something like a headscarf, peeking at the expression - sometimes at a distance, difficult.

But there's still something I can tell.

For example, the part of the forehead of the headscarf is thriving, or something like that.

That's exactly - in a man's groin, like when a little boy who dreams of being used one day is excited and pushing his pants up.

Is there even a bowl roll with decorative bowl gold under his headscarf?

But more than that, what still bothers me is the presence of the firecracker on which the gatekeeper stands.

"... apparently not very friendly"

"Cuo on"

What now... With such nuances, the interpretive moon hair whispered.

I guess the reason why Interpretive Moon Hair is distancing itself from a friend village is because it still doesn't fall within the effective range of a firerope gun.

Unlike her, who doesn't give a bullet's ass, I'm just the average person who tripped over in the fantastic warring age.

The moment I was shot, if the hit spot was bad, I would die instantly - and I'm not armed as if I were armed right now.

Perhaps even if the bullet just swept it away, it would be a huge injury.

"... um, I guess it's sooner"

I accidentally put it out in my mouth and whine, on that level.

As the great name of the Asai family, as the leader of an area called Kitami Koe, there has been no obstacle that seems to be handicapped in the territory so far - or it was able to move without being subjected to resistance.

In a way, this is my first experience. Being clearly alerted in the realm and even feeling the danger of life.

"Cuo on"

"Yeah, I know. As natural as this is."

Yes, it is. It is more impossible to unconditionally trust and accept people who have come without an appointment, in a society where they may be attacked by another community at any time.

In a society where death and neighborliness always prevail.

Nevertheless, that being said, it is the current situation that makes me in trouble.

While I look at the gatekeeper from the horse who keeps on alert, I think, "What's the matter…" But it's not like a name comes to mind.

In the meantime, when I opened my friendliness completely from the horse and waved the major players, the gatekeeper showed me a trick that seemed to be taken aback only for a moment before - panicking and putting up the firerope gun again.

"Hey!"

In the meantime, now I'll wave my hand again, calling out loud.

"Cuo on"

The Interpretive Moon Hair cried out to them to join me.

Then the gatekeeper slowly untangles the fire rope gun and lowers its barrel.

At the same time, the white horse beside him flipped himself and ran away through the gate to the inside of the settlement.

"Cuo on"

The interpretive moon hair hisses loudly at the international level, and the gatekeeper who hears it puts his arms together so that he can think of something.

"Cuo on"

Interpretive moon hair creaked again. As if, no push.

Then the gatekeeper slowly unties his arm and shows him a zest like "come".

I don't know how far away you are, but I guess you found there was no hostility here on the boulder.

At least it doesn't look like he's going to aggressively harm us.

As soon as the Imperial Moon Hair bent her neck and looked back at me chillily, she slowly began to walk.

When the distance between him and me diminishes, the gatekeeper shows him how to peek inside the gate with chillies, and then lowers his head.

After I see it, I descend from the back of my Interpretive Moon Hair and approach him.

"I'm sorry, come visit me all of a sudden. I want to ask you one thing."

"- I, my friends, should have been allowed the Asai family the 'right of inaccessibility'. So, what can I do for you?

But what came back was exactly poking words and attitudes.

I'm just a little surprised, but I can't stop like that and lead others.

"What can I do for you... Right. It would be honest to say that an errand is equal to no. Probably what you assume."

A headscarf that covers perfectly from the entire face to the neck. From the holes vacated by it, you cannot see the gatekeeper's eyes.

Something sticking out of my forehead is pushing my headscarf up, and I have a deep shadow in my hole.

Nevertheless... I can't quite help but be anxious that the other person's blind conversation is.

I get a strong sense of how a conversation can go according to the other person's expression.

Incidentally, "right of non-entry" is literally the right to refuse to intrude on public power into one's own village, town, etc.

This is a right that can be seen universally, not only in Japan, but also in various parts of the world, and can only be established in times when state power is still weak and residents have a high capacity for self-government.

"Can I help you?"

Even from every one of those reactions, I can feel the spine of stripping.

But I decided to throw a word of sincerity into the eyes of my invisible opponent in the shadow of my headscarf.

Because a trader is more than capable, it's the heart that penetrates what he decides to do.

"Right. I want to see the living conditions of your friends... that's why I'm here. Or you might be right to say that you are interested in the very existence of a sitting child."

"... for that purpose, you came to our village alone?

When I heard such a gatekeeper return, I was laughing unexpectedly.

There's a crease between his eyebrows, but I can't help it.

I remembered Fujimoto in the descent of "Alone" that leaked out of his mouth.

With that said, he also told me not to go to my friend village alone...

"Is your eye a pit? I'm not alone. Maybe you just don't know because you're hiding in that headscarf."

That said, I stroked the beautiful neck of my interpretive moon hair.

Her warm body temperature is transmitted along with the feeling of slippage.

"Here, you will be. She's my precious, unchangeable presence."

The gatekeeper looked like he was losing his word.

Maybe it's natural to say so. Because a man who suddenly shows up calls his horse "her," and says he's important.

But I'm extremely serious.

If, hypothetically, the Interpretive Moon Hair is human or takes the shape of a person, it will undoubtedly retain it in its hand and continue to love it thoroughly - both spiritually and physically.

That's all she's done to me, or I don't have the means to reward it.

That's why all I can do - recognize the existence of Interpretive Moon Hair as a solid individual.

And it's about picking out as many factors as you can for the occurrence of events that make her feel uncomfortable about the likelihood of being abused.

For example, what would happen if, eventually, a presence like Yanbei appeared again - and her mind changed when she was relegated to sex, and she would have a sitting child around with him?

It's more about the emotional interpretive moon hair than the crowd.

I'm sure she'll have a hard time. Or you may resent a society that tries to persecute my child.

I don't want that to happen if I can.

I think it's now, but that's what I'm putting so far into the sitting child problem, which means.

Sometimes he looked directly at the lives of the Fujido family, or came into contact with those of the High Peak Party - after all, it must be great that a familiar being is a demon called the Interpretive Moon Hair.

The fact that I had a child between the City Princess and me, and yet by the time I could row it down there, I needed her presence, a demon.

I guess I'm so obsessed because I've had an intense time in such an environment, and because the keyword child and demon tied together as a sitting child. to the presence of a sitting child.

"… pick it up, please"

And in front of me like that, the gatekeeper shows his will with a trembling voice.

"This is a sitting child in the village of Ri and Friends. Except for the October tax levy, there is no reason to let anyone outside enter without any particular impending need."

A stubborn gesture of intent that there will never be any strangers to the village.

But the voice was unusual and polite.

Has my enthusiasm (Rydenshaft) been conveyed to him who is a sitting child?

(- But there's nothing I can do about it.)

If anything were to force me into the settlement here, my relationship with them would deteriorate to the point of irreparability - and above all, there would be no guarantee that I would be able to return to the City Princess or Princess Ji myself alive.

"... no?

"… pick it up, please"

I tilted my neck slightly to try it, and I tried to be cute at the top of my head - but I couldn't.

Apparently, bullshit doesn't work for humans of this era.

No, I don't know who got the guy.

"Kwon Ba 'i, stay back!

It was then. From the inside of the gate, I heard a good sounding voice.

I turn my gaze from the gatekeeper, who has shrunk away, to the inside of the gate.

A big man there who can obey countless horses and headscarves.

He was such a monster with a scuffle of chemicals that his height was likely to exceed 4 meters loosely or reach 5 meters.

It can be seen that countless wounds remain on his face and he is scratching countless training fields.

I have a deep carved face, my eyes are white and I don't know where my eyes are.

My ears are like cat creatures, but my right ear is greatly missing.

And the golden hair grew in a V-shape from the temples, which was all-backed.

However, there were also many wrinkles (wrinkles), and I could see that his flesh was no longer reaching old age, rather than quite an age.

That said, I can't possibly talk about this man stepping on the ground with his thick legs like a big tree, lifting his muscles from his thick arms like a whole tooth, and holding a giant gavel (one) that is as long as his height in his gritty hands like a rock - alongside the average old man.

"There it is. No, there it is. Ha... Asai's contemporary... You haha... if you raised any aspect... can you spew such words!! Shit heh, back off!!!

It's like a blast when a skyscraper is blown up and collapsed.

In that tremendous flurry of reprimands, the gatekeeper known as Kwon Ba was completely frightened, shrinking and trembling.

"My contemporary, excuse me...... Friends lead the way and are friends Fujishiro...... Fools there haha... it's just an under-trained kid (shy)! Therefore, please forgive me!!

And the words uttered by this old giant named Fujishiro apparently defaults to this high volume.

The sound of the effect of Zuzu seems to apply, a giant trying to slowly lower his back.

Probably the idea that you shouldn't look down on me, but it's just too scary.

The slowly approaching appearance of being too strong is a kind of fear experience.

If I open my mouth, my upper body will be easily swallowed up and eaten up.

"No, Lord Fujishiro. In that attitude, I hurt my back. You don't have to give in, you don't have to stand there."

While controlling him with one hand, watching the pathetic, utterly frightened gatekeeper -

"Besides, I'm responsible for everything this time. I visited the land without any promises, and the gatekeeper couldn't help but be vigilant in trying to fulfill his responsibilities... Lord Fujishiro, will he forgive me?"

- When I say it in a soft tone, Fujishiro says, "Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The hammer he holds in his hand impetuously pierces the ground and a tremendous dust rises.

In the meantime, I noticed his hammer glowing pale silver.

"Generous words ah......! Thank you very much!! Sure, they only hunted eagles, they are really atmospheric!!! Go ahead, nothing. It's a village...... I want to show you to my mansion!!!!

I no longer want to block my ears - no, it's a level of volume that I can't block or help.

The body is just huge, from the vocal cords to the lung viability, from what to how much more than an ordinary person.

The horse who dived the gate earlier returns and leans against the gatekeeper known as Kwon Ba.

When the horse looked at me, he drowned his neck like a human being.

It's like an interpretive moon hair.

With that in mind, I was set to enter an unknown settlement with all but Fujishiro's residents wearing a headscarf.

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I asked the giant man sitting in front of me with the tea I had just received.

"... is that good? It's not just me, it's the Interpretive Moon Hair."

In response to such an inquiry, Fujishiro nods firmly with an elusive laugh that he describes as "guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".

The Imperial Moon Hair, lying on my body leaning against me, looked delightful with its lustrous luster on my lap.

Fujishiro sees the sight and this gives him another satisfying look.

It was his residence in a settlement in a friend village floating in Central America on the Sister River.

Much larger and larger space than that of the mansion living with the city princess at Sugawa Castle.

Nevertheless, it is amazing because the house was built on its own, even though it is natural from his large body.

"It's okay, but to keep your contemporary and the girl there (stomach) apart..."

"Right...... no thanks. But... why did you bother talking to us all of a sudden without even contacting us?

"Oh, that's decided, isn't it?"

Fujishiro was happy and slapped his knee.

Zubans Bang and an awesome blow sound coming from between his palm and knee, shaking my eardrum hard.

"When your contemporary arrived, the little town guy... hey, there's that horse girl (stomach)... I've been telling her. Besides, wow... if you want to live with demons and sitting children... Horse, you can't lie. You're an honest creature. I hope so, and this one is serious. No, I have to deal with it......! It doesn't matter how much external, pure blood it is!

"Thanks...... yes, can I ask you a question"

I've always wondered - and I couldn't help but want to give the right answers to the questions that I would most likely have answered correctly.

In Fujido Village, Yoshiyoshi - a combination of answers to what I've always wondered from the future Fujido Takati showed me.

"How did you guys know my name? I didn't name him after you, Fujishiro, and you knew I was a" contemporary "."

……

"And the little town of horses has told me...? Fujishiro, I want to hear it. I want you to answer honestly."

"... ooh"

I don't know. I roared and agreed. I look to the leader of a friend village and ask.

"Fujishiro... no, the sitting child... can communicate with the demon, the conversation... Didn't I?"

"... wow"

The giant looks up at the ceiling and slaps his huge hand in the face with a batin - then presses between his eyebrows and shows him a trick to think about it a little.

"... Nfu. Correctly ah, just 'we can have a conversation', only with a thoughtful demon...... You can, sitting boy. Ha... No, at least, oh, the people in this friend village."

"I knew... you did"

I stroked the tenderness that gave me a superb touch, growing on the neck of my interpretive moon hair, exhaling my accumulated breath in my lungs all at once.

"That's right...... Noh (I) was originally born in Musashi... I came to this land because of the demons I met on the road. Come on..."

With that said, Fujishiro begins his old story with a courtesy.

All I can do is listen to that story, chew it, and try to understand him.

Apparently Fujishiro was born between a demonic tiger and a human mother.

Did the mother destroy her hometown by a demonic dog who was raging in the country of Musashi at the time, and save the place where she was about to be grabbed by a tiger who was her father?

He was born between his mother, who is a lifelong loner, and Fujishiro, who was born between demons - but his mother fell ill after giving birth to him, apparently taking his breath away five years later.

And Fujishiro, who lived hunting with his father, will finally show up before them a mighty demon.

That was the big dog that destroyed his mother's hometown.

The father, while sheltering his son, struggles, consults with his opponent of the cause, and leaves the world.

Fujishiro, once an unfamiliar sitting child, would be at a loss, but it was the hordes of horses that saved him like that.

The horses were originally kept by the Asai family, but they lost the Lord in a battle against the Hexagons and were on a wandering journey, he said.

And I heard from them about the settlement/friend village where the sitting children lived, and with the escort of the horses, they came all the way to the land.

"Well, at first it was a lot wow, it was tough... To the parent who was hitting the knife at the time, he said," All the drawings are so big that I can't use them. "

……

"But hey, since I started building artillery, ah, everything's changed easily. Generalists and caretakers will order it, and Oda family in Ozhang will order it from a friend village... Thanks to you, the villagers... they have a lot of life compared to each other."

"I see... Hmm..."

I stopped stroking my temperament of interpretive moon hair and confronted Fujishiro.

"After all, it turns out there's still a lot I don't know. Perhaps humans like us who are not sitting children don't even know the fact that you can interact with demons."

Fear, neglect, turn away - that's why I don't know. I don't even want to know, people, all the same.

And the sitting children don't want to get hurt either, so I won't try to get close to them myself. We try to live in paradise of fantasy (Azir), locked in our own realm.

The two who abandoned their path to understanding never interact and thus go on with nothing.

Before we meet, there must be a path to understanding the particularities of this world - namely demons.

All there is is is a path from stagnation to decline, in the name of maintaining the status quo.

"We have to know. about each other, no matter how long it takes, absolutely. I don't know if there's a development ahead or an obstruction. But there must be something busy, sitting around doing nothing."

"Ohhhhh..."

I look at the old big man in front of me and I plead as sincerely as I can.

If we can have a friendly grasp of a friend village, we will be able to create an oligarchy state of artillery.

It's also about obtaining an overwhelming advantage in wartime warfare.

But we must not make it a supreme proposition.

The model of pursuing profit alone dilutes human connections and eventually dismantles them and causes them to lose them.

Such a North Omi appearance was not where I wanted it to be.

"But ah, I do agree with what your contemporary said, to a certain extent..."

That's what Fujishiro says, and he talks to me and Interpretive Moon Hair as he rides himself out for a long time.

"Perhaps, while your contemporary trusts the lady there, you still don't understand the fundamentals."

"... what?

The feeling of my stomach getting heavier and tighter and tighter - that menstrual phenomenon that was unique to me when I remembered the tension hit me.

Because I couldn't deny Fujishiro's words, because I was there.

"Humans and sitting children can dialogue duh, sitting children and demons can dialogue duh... But no, there is no dialogue between humans and demons. If you don't go through a sitting child, you won't be able to understand through dialogue..."

That also means that I and Interpretive Moon Hair, who don't have a common language, can't understand each other from the bottom of my heart.

"Cuo on"

But beside me, who was about to be imprisoned by dark thoughts, the Interpretive Moon Hair groaned.

Very, with a strong voice.

"I guess so...... No, I see... that's why Lord Asuko is in such a hurry."

"... Huh?

I've heard it somewhere - no, you can hear the name I know.

If you raised the face you were about to sink in, there was a beautiful interpretive moon hair face and Fujishiro's peeking into us.

"But ah, there are exceptions to demons... Foxes, raccoons, cranes, they can utter more people's words than in ancient times and simulate them in their appearance…"

And Ye.

Fujishiro cut his mouth once and laughed at the garlic.

"The girl there has to be a pureblood horse. If only people could have a pseudo, if only they could get the words of people... so that we can understand each other in the true sense of the word..."

"What does that... mean"

I don't know what to say.

Fujishiro tells the old man to speak to the young man with a unique laugh.

"Your contemporary wondered, hadn't you...? Why is her horn so different from the other horses?"

If you say so, yes.

Interpretive moon hair is better in shape than other horses, and the corners are golden with a single prominent golden color. The other horses say they have white horns.

And above all, a representative example of the different behaviors she shows - unrestricted orgy with stallions.

Her behavior of thoroughly squeezing out the stallions' semen every night and night - even if she didn't think about it carefully, it wasn't normal.

Since my incident at Sawayama Castle, I've decided to "fish men" on my own...

I recall - abruptly - the conversation that Naoshi and Renchang had once had at Sawayama Castle.

Seeing as the Imperial Moon Hair retrieves the stallions on the battlefield, Minchang, who was the castle owner of Sawayama Castle,

'If you're a human, are horses still sexually absent... No, the chancellor has been a good joke too. Demons that are lost to sex - they turn into people, and accumulate the refinement of the stallion as food, about the fox known for its desolation... something else like that...'

- As such, do what you were saying.

Looking sideways at me, the interpretive moon hair moaned 'cuo on' toward Fujishiro.

I don't know, but he does - like a sitting boy has no idea what I've ever known.

"Contemporary."

With that said, Fujishiro told him to speak slowly, with a calm face.

"This one is a child of horses and foxes... Woohoo, and I..." I give this life for Mr. Chang Zheng "... that's all I'm telling you."