Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

(Interpretive moon hair, please...? Um, the first wife of "Changzheng Asai", Asako Hirai...? Besides, he said it wasn't a pure horse - damn it, what do you mean)

I gently stroked the big, lustrous (twinkly) and raw hair of the temple moon hair so that Fujishiro wouldn't distract me from my inner agitation, and tangled my temples in my fingers.

- Calm down...

I suck in more breath in my natural movements and sort out my head.

- If you don't calm down, you'll get a blur. Don't be upset, everything you negotiate leans toward the other person the moment you show upset. Calm the waves of your heart, no matter what.

And then I glanced at Fujishiro after looking at his fingertips with the luster (ah) and neck of the temple moon hair. Precisely between Fujishiro's eyebrows.

The important thing in every negotiation is to look them in the eye and face them.

If you don't, you won't let them trust you - you'll only get halfway results in everything.

But there are times when you can't look them in the eye.

For example, like me right now, that's exactly what happens when you're upset.

You should look between your eyebrows then.

By looking between the eyebrows, they illusion that they are being looked into their own eyes. Alternatively, they illusion that they are facing themselves directly from the front.

In the meantime, you just need to get your inner mind in order. That's just it.

"Lord Fujishiro."

"Wii?

The sound leaking out of Fujishiro's giant is so loud, and the air is trembling low.

However, that is only an outer surface.

His huge body is accompanied by a huge vocal cord, and his voice is just getting louder with it. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"You won't have to tell me again that I want to live with you sitting kids. You already know that. Not through my mouth, but through my interpretive moon hair."

……

"Sure, I'm right - I don't understand the fundamentals of this guy while I trust Interpretive Moon Hair. I'll admit it. I thought this guy was a pure horse, and more importantly, I didn't know he was a 'favorite'."

See Fujishiro's face with countless wrinkles and ancient wounds engraved on it.

And I realize one fact.

That he does have eyes in his eyes.

But his eyes were white and cloudy - he could see he was suffering from cataracts.

It is also one of the hallmarks of his eloquent narrative that he is a life that has lived for many years.

"But that's not a big problem. Interpretation, about others, etc. - because it's something you can barely understand more than not seeing through the inside of your mind."

"Hmmm......"

"The question is - will you be my, my friends or not? That's all."

Fujishiro growls like a ground roar, closes his eyes, arms together and thinks in.

On a good, sun-burned arm, the muscles thrive like rock skin - blood vessels like a hose, gleaming and floating.

"Contemporary."

"... what"

"What is a friend?... What is a friend of your time? - What the hell does that mean?

Fujishiro's white eyes open and his cloudy, cloudy eyes move into small pieces trying to capture me.

"Using a sitting child is a friend of your time..."

When I saw it, I stood up.

And he touches his huge arm, and he's going to twist my body as-it's another huge rock-like hand, he says, gripping it.

"Friends and I - we're talking about what we see the same tomorrow, Fujishiro. Hold hands together, never let go of those hands, no matter how painful they may be, and continue to believe that one day they will be rewarded - that's what I call friends"

When Fujishiro swallows his breath, he strengthens his body - even my hand, not my arm, shakes it with that hand.

"But, uh... I could be crushed by that believing, shaking hand."

"I'll think about it then. Just to tell you I didn't have eyes for choosing friends."

Then - Fujishiro exhaled loudly, slowly releasing my arm.

"I can't give you an answer right now, but I'll let you think about it. So far, sitting children have been abused by a lot of purebloods, and friends villages. Yet I'm too acute to be my friend right now."

"... right. No, that's a natural thought. I'm sorry, it would have been a story with no slap to ignore your previous positions or circumstances, so I guess I can't help but think so."

The moment I said that, the moon haired.

Fujishiro is clearing her ears to her whispers and listening to the message contained therein.

And Fujishiro scratched my head as he exhaled heavily like a gust of wind.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fujishiro tells him to roar, holding his eyeballs with his right hand.

"And Ye, I thought I'd listen to 'People's Tales' for a little while. Oh, he said he was mad. We sitting children listen to 'Tales of Demons', but we have to listen to 'Tales of People'... At least the contemporary...... Yin Ya, I am reprimanding you for listening to your general. It's hard to be angry with the old man after a long time."

"Cuo on"

I couldn't figure out exactly what Interpretive Moon Hair was saying, but I know exactly what the whispering means now.

Probably something like "don't say anything extra" or "don't say anything about your age".

Talking about age against women is taboo - horses, though.

But while she is a horse, she says she is Asaki, the ex-wife of "Changzheng Asai".

In that case, even I don't know anything about boulders.

Indeed, I have heard from Hirobei that Teikoku Mao was the beloved horse of Asai (bruised) Takeshi (sushima), the first warring Asai family lord, two generations before "Asai Nagata".

But she is the wife of the "Changzheng", the Asuko - we all have no idea how she got into the Hexagon family and into the Heisen/Hirai family.

"Hey, Fujishiro - do me a favor, will you listen to me"

"... why don't you?

"I'm here. I love the Interpretive Moon Hair, whether it's a horse or not, and that's not what I found out. I wouldn't even have survived this far without this guy... Please, can you interpret! I want to know that the Interpretive Moon Hair... exists!

I wanted to ask you a lot.

How can she follow me and save that life?

How do you admire me when you know I'm not your "husband"?

And there was certainty.

If the dialogue with her is fulfilled, everything I'm wondering - all the discomforts and doubts about this world - will be resolved… with such certainty.

"Cuo on"

Interpretive moon hair. Hearing that, Fujishiro nodded.

"Admiral Wo... I'm sorry, but that won't come true..."

"Why?"

"Nah, the Temple Moon Hair Lord...... whichever Lord Asuko says, 'Don't say it' duh." Just so I can wait a few more days, "he said," I'll be able to talk to you then, "he said..."

"What...?

I hurry to see the Interpretive Moon Hair.

She was gracefully relaxed, tilting that clear neck and wrapping my whole body with tender light green eyes.

"My Lord Asuko tells me to tell you all about this, so let me tell you something..."

Gohon, and make a sound like an explosion of lightning and cough, Fujishiro says.

"The one whose Admiral is called the 'Interpretive Moon Hair' is found in a demon born between a horse and a fox. The fox is a demon that can be transformed into a human being, but this is the only being whose whole body shines in gold. Therefore, I get other demons and human stallions to conceive my child... a fox born in the midst of stallions is a demon called 'Fox Horse (Koba)', like Lord Asuko."

I mean, does she mean fox, not exactly horse......

I was quite shocked to see the Imperial Moon hair with a unicorn-like appearance.

You're lying. 'Cause the exterior is obviously a horned horse, and even the tail... no, it's obviously not like that of a fox, though it's certainly a mundane one.

"Well, horses and foxes aren't compatible in the first place, so he, he barely ever has a child... That's what I meant when I said earlier that Non was' rare '.

"Hmmm......"

"Let's get back to it, fox horses combine the anthropomorphic abilities of foxes with the toughness of horses to be extremely powerful demons - nah..."

"but?"

I await Fujishiro's next words as I embark on my journey.

"But ah, fox horses use a lot of energy for their anthropomorphic abilities. I mean, even if you can keep it that way once you change, you can't use your abilities for a while."

I mean - I'm sorry for the analogy like this game brain, but I guess it means that M.P. (Magic Point) has very little stock.

"Of course, vigor recovers naturally if you eat and sleep duh. But it's the stallion's finest that's quick. The fox horse eats, chews, and transforms the root stag fluids as life into energy in the womb."

Woohoo, I see.

I go back to my temple hair and stroke its body slowly.

Finally, we have a point.

I don't know how she eats a stallion so much in a sexual sense - why and why.

"And - when that recovery is imminent"

"That's what's gonna happen."

"Cuo on"

When I stroked the head of the Imperial Moon Hair, she felt comfortable - closing her eyelids inadvertently, sneering.

Doing so, I feel Fujishiro exhale heavily emotionally.

Anyway, if I suck at that exhalation, my body is going to shake, so it's weirder as an organism not to feel it.

"Admiral Wo..."

"... what?

I confronted an old man with a giant sitting boy who turned himself right and grew tall.

Fujishiro closed his eyes for a while and seemed to have something in mind - but eventually, he slowly opened his eyelids and inquired.

"The Admiral is now building a castle in Nagahama... Are you sure?

"... what do you mean?

"I mean, I... Nagahama is close to our friend village. And Yeh, Skylark Mountain likewise y..."

Woohoo, I see.

I kind of figured out what Fujishiro was thinking.

I mean, you're listening to my readiness. Be prepared to serve sitting children, a socially discriminated class, near the new castle.

"Stupid thing... I've told you so far - now Fujishiro"

Honestly, that was like out of consideration.

I decided to make Nagahama my new home, because that's where the traffic is going, and I wasn't thinking about sitting children.

But as has always been the case - it's also important to say that the mouthpiece, depending on the time and the circumstances, will be hacked.

"I'm ready to build a castle in Nagahama. Protect the neighborhood's sitting children at the core of the Asai River - a castle built with that in mind."

I say looking into the cloudy Fujishiro's eyes.

"But there's no way Nagahama can be protected by sitting children alone. As always, we will absolutely need our human power, what you call pure blood... But that's fine. Forced to create an environment where sitting children and humans come into contact - that's what we need to do to live together."

He rode himself out, and with all his strength in the words, he continued his words to slap him.

Or, like, punch a giant wall, like you want.

"But I know that's a goal that won't be accomplished in my generation. Discrimination can't be lost in my generation - but it can't be left alone, because someone has to whip it up."

And even if he couldn't wear a giant wall, he could at least make it tremble.

Fujishiro squeezed his hand, and the sound of bogie bogies and joints sounded.

"That's why we need tomorrow. The future, in the name of hope... And I'm not the one who makes that future - what I'm supposed to do is make a breakthrough. The future is made by the children. All I can do is manipulate the watershed of what that future will be..."

People have to know. Limits, your powerlessness.

Until man is roughly 15 years old, he cannot do anything by himself - and from the age of 60, it will become impossible to completely exhaust his abilities as his physical abilities diminish.

In other words, humans and others - from 15 to 59 years of age - are creatures that can only perform as individuals for 44 years.

And that would also include a downloading time to allow the ability to blossom. Therefore, only about 30 years of actual work will be achieved.

I wonder what we can do in that little time.

There is almost no such thing as what one can do alone or by one's own generation alone.

The important thing, therefore, is to let it inherit. My will, my hope, and the future I wished for.

Because that would increase mankind's choices and create diverse evolutionary possibilities and directions.

"... funny y! Isn't that funny, Admiral Wow!!

Fujishiro laughed.

As if, with the sound of an explosion that detonated a 250-kilo bomb.

"Actually, ah! I'm old enough to have a baby!! I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!!! He hasn't even been born yet, but if he is a man, he can make me a servant of the Young Son of the Admiral, or a concubine if she is a woman!!!!

- I wouldn't do that.

I stood up and said to Fujishiro's chest, thick and hard as a rock bed, with my palms pressed in a good way.

"There would be no reason to make my friend's son my servant or concubine. I can take care of it - so that we can walk hand in hand together in the proper capacity."

Thus, blurring from Fujishiro's white, cloudy eyes and literally zero waterfall-like tears fall - then a thunderous cry bursts.

There was a hole in the wall and a new water street mouth was created. Later its overflowing water momentum depends on what future it is headed for.

And you thought it was an anomaly on the boulder.

The sitting children, Fujishiro's men, open their doors and break into the room one after the other.

Even though the Imperial Moon Hair was still hissing and controlling them, the next thing I knew, the sitting children would not come into the room - crying in tears at the men, and behold their own general.

◆

A commotion in a friend village is over, and I am rocked on an interpretive moon-haired horse, hanging a piece of volcanic rope gun that says I am a 'masterpiece' brought to Fujishiro on my way home.

Lighted by the moonlight, but its tempo is very slow, and me and Interpretive Moonhair take the road to Sugawa Castle.

Already, at the end of his sight was the appearance of Sugawa Castle.

That's all that happened, and no, I guess it's because that's all that happened - me and Interpretive Moon Hair were silent all the time.

I don't know how to hang words more than I found out that the Interpretive Moon Hair is not a horse, but a fox precisely, and perhaps a former wife of "Changzheng Asai".

A demon-like creature with green skin came close along the way, but with a cage of interpretive moon hair killers, he has fled to a glance.

What a pathetic story, but seeing where the Interpretive Moon Hair got rid of it, it's probably not a very "nice" demon - well, thank God I got one seed for the conversation with the City Princesses.

As the Interpretive Moon Hair progresses to the front of the gate, the soldiers of the watchtower send signals and the door that was closed opens wide.

And when I plug it into the horse junction, she stops and prompts me to come down.

But is it okay to stay down like this? To that thought, I'm accidentally imprisoned.

The Interpretive Moon Hair was always leaning in on me when I revealed who I was.

And how much I've been saved... Given that, shouldn't I be away from her?

Anyway, Fujishiro exposed that the interpretive moon hair was a "requester" - because, in other words, she herself dared to present information so that it could be exposed.

"Interpretive Moon Hair..."

And when I realized it, I was - I was holding that chunky neck as it crossed her back.

"Thanks"

Feeling her temperature, feeling her presence, I say with all my heart, cheeks against its neck.

"I don't know what you're thinking. But that's all I want you to say. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be me anymore..."

Interpretive Moon Hair was silent and accepting my embrace.

Under the moonlight, its beautiful, white skin glows - glossy white hair by divine, shaking nicely in the breeze of spring and night.

"And I'll take whatever you are, I'll give you a hug. You're you, whenever, no matter what, it's you. To be my beloved, unchanged being - it doesn't make a difference."

But my stinking dialogue must have embarrassed me with boulders.

Interpretive Moon Hair shakes his temper and begins to show an attitude that just says, "Come on down."

"Wow, I get it, I get it! Don't get so violent..."

"Cuo on"

And then he pushes my back down with his head and hisses at me all the time saying, "Just go home".

The noise of the noise protrudes the neck of the stallions from a door called the door of the stable on the horse junction.

These are the mistresses who will be pitifully squeezed out by the Interpretive Moon Hair this evening.

"See you tomorrow... huh?

"Cuo on"

She responds by waving her tail patty without turning around on me.

Apparently, it's lit. Even though he's much older than me, he's the main one in reverse harlem - something that's pretty cute, like weak for straight favors.

I'll make sure the Interpretive Moon Hair enters the stable and then I'll hurry my way to my mansion.

Because neither Princess Shi nor Princess Ji will try to eat dinner until I return.

Of course, there was a certain line.

Mostly, the moment of the hike - at about 22: 00, they start eating it with no choice, but by then the porridge will be cold, too, and they will be eating literally "unsavory rice".

No matter how inferior these times are to men, it's not sneaky to let the woman you love do that, and more than anything else, it's pitiful.

(Well, still - it's good to have warm rice and your wife waiting when you get home...)

He creeps through the front door of the mansion with a view of the lights, takes off his footwear and goes up indoors.

There were two women waiting for me to come home.

Municipal princess who pokes her three fingers and deeply breaks her hips, and Ji princess who imitates it and lowers her head.

"Welcome home, Your Excellency."

Welcome home, sir.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, that's not true. Hey, Master Ji."

"Yes, ma'am. And I like to wait for you..."

I sit between them, having that conversation.

Then the city princess pours porridge from the earthen pot, pours miso soup, and Ji princess cooks fish skewers on the plate and serves the stew - a really smooth, starchless hand movement.

"Oh… are there mushrooms in fish crude juice today?"

"Yeah, that's right."

That said, the City Princess giggles and offers me a porridge loaf.

"Master Chang, you liked it, didn't you?"

"Oh, yeah"

Of course, it is also a question of stock (and).

The usual miso soup only tastes like miso, and that's what makes it tasteless - when fish and mushrooms are added to it, the good ingredients seep out, and the structure of the flavor increases in double triples and thickness.

In my former world, it was okay to just sassy sprinkle the powdered stuff that condensed the stock - but not in this warring age either.

From the ingredients, it boils down to the tunnel.

"Okay, then... I'll have it"

The three of us join hands and start eating.

When I sip the crude juice, my body, which had been cold by night until earlier, warms up from the inside and I am surrounded by an indescribable sense of well-being.

The fish looks like a product that was originally salted, especially at a level where there is no need to hang seasonings.

The stew is seasoned with miso and contains potato-like round potatoes and yam chopped into corners.

The ginger seemed to simmer together, adding a refreshing flavor to the moist texture, which was quite tasty.

When the meal is ready, the example begins a welcoming conversation between the three of us.

Princess Ji seems to have had a fever for a long education these days, "That kid has sights" or "I've never seen a kid smarter than that kid", but it seemed like a pretty good way in.

Anything seems to come on that leg after being handled by knife and sword in the early morning from the direct sutra, and I wondered if I was with Princess Ji until after noon - now I'm going back to the direct sutra to have dinner with him, and from there I'm going to work at the horse junction?

It was on a level that made me a little worried when I heard it - but apparently, for a long time, I've even done it, plainly, like it's really nothing.

"If your wife gives birth to a young child, and it's a boy, maybe you can put it beside her."

"Right...... let's think about it"

With such conversation with Princess Ji, I glimpse the City Princess.

She was smiling and laughing and watching me and Princess Ji interact.

She doesn't have a lot of mouth today - but there's a reason for that.

"... then we will be here today"

That's what Princess Ji says and gets up.

Because today is the day me and the princess are supposed to sleep together.

Specifically once every 3 days.

For the third day in a row, he spits out the semen thoroughly and sleeps with the princess.

That will not attack the City Princess, nor will it adversely affect the child in your stomach.

It was a perfect operation - it was supposed to be, but in fact, there was no loss of semen from my lower body, which was why I was going to sleep upset.

"Ah, Ji. Wait a minute."

"Yes? Huh... Huh"

She was the one who was stopped by me and had a pompous face on her face - but eventually when she stared seriously at my face, she would dye that clean, tidy white campus in crimson red for what she thought.

"Oh, um... that's, uh... troublesome..."

"... what?

"Me, the boulder... while your wife sees me... that, uh... do a little..."

"No!

When she puts a proper penetration in that forehead, she is ashamed and squatted (groaning) as if she was standing in the hot air.

After all, is it because you live a sex-picked life full of love?

Recently, Princess Ji has become better at making these weird mistakes.

It's just that that's probably my fault.

Sometimes I can't sleep without ejaculating at least six shots - and inevitably I was poking my various desires at Princess Ji, which is pretty perverse in this day and age.

It's like widow play, for example, or mother-in-law and son play - those piles are responsible for making her look weird.

Or maybe it's just that Princess Ji is pornographic.

"Look, put your left hand out, your left"

When I say that and urge Princess Ji, I take the anesthetic thread out of her chest and wrap it around her left hand pharmacopoeia.

"Um... what's this?

"Hmm?... Measurements. of the thickness of Ji's fingers."

"Ha... ha..."

I didn't really understand her - but when I finished measuring, I said, "Don't interrupt me too much today," and she left for the distance she usually lives in.

While me and Princess Ji were having such an important interaction, the city princess laid a mattress to get ready for bed.

And when that's over, you're gonna sit right on the mattress and you're gonna look at me jizzily - with your anticipating eyes, and with shame. Cute.

"City"

"Why is that? Dear President..."

"Look, you were watching, too, weren't you? Give me your left hand."

Hold her hand gently offered.

Beautiful, clear skin at all times.

If you think this is just for me, you'll have no choice but to have a Russian appetite for exclusivity.

Hold on to the desire to lick and shave - I measure with a thread of anesthesia wrapped around her pharmacopoeia fingers, like I did with Princess Ji, making a circle.

Seeing that, the city princess was leaning her neck.

After all, he seems to want to surprise me with my bizarre behavior.

"Um... Dear Sir? What the hell would they do if they did that?

"Don't tell me. Well, don't worry, I won't do anything wrong"

"That's... I don't even need to be told. But..."

Puffy swollen city princess cheeks. Apparently, you're dissatisfied with being openly hidden.

Except it's just one of those plays where men and women try to distract each other, not really.

Tension, to its swelling, white and lustrous like beeswax, gently crawl your fingers, and press - it's puffy.

"Ahhh..."

"Cute, I knew it..."

And slowly push him down with the City Princess's shoulder.

As I lay beside her, the princess rubbed her cheeks gently against my chest with her head on my arm.

◆

A man named Oda City is more important to me than anything else.

It was the very reason I tripped over to this world and decided to live in this world - or because I was a lifelong loner in the world I was in, I could have had it again, a new family.

When I first met her, that shock is still unforgettable.

I lived in a society where information devices such as television and the Internet developed, and I was even a little tired of the classes of beautiful beauties from the past to modern times - a level of beauty I had never seen before.

I'm really sorry for the comparison, but even with the usually beautiful Princess Ji lined up beside her, it's enough for her to look sumptuous.

It may be said that a city princess of good height and style has no gaps at all.

A streamlined leg line from the thigh to the ankle (candle), with meat on exactly the exquisite level.

The hips are Qing Sook (Seiku), gently bracketed with natural curves.

The naked abdomen, with its cautious umbilical cord, was on the back floor, and its opposite back was glossy.

The breasts exuberant enough to push up the kimono are also well shaped and delicate.

And the bland, generous neck muscles - honestly, the level you want to be peppered for the rest of your life.

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... Ugh"

That's how my wife, who conceived my child - she's using that body full of charm all over her body to come sweet with all her might.

If you get your body slipped over a rind and pressed against that limb all the time - even if you know you're a pregnant woman who shouldn't have her hands on it, you get excited in many ways.

Fire behind a burning furnace.

And the dark night is seared, and the orange light twirls, illuminating my dear wife's silhouette.

Because of the deep darkness, I cannot visualize its beautiful appearance or all of its white skin.

Nevertheless, I honestly had no idea that "I want a fluorescent light..."

The fact that she's there is unwavering - more importantly, because all you have to do to confirm her presence directly is hold her soft and warm body.

People are armed to embrace their loved ones.

"... what's up. You're getting sweet today."

In the bedding of the two, the princess leans over my chest with that beautifully tidy nostril and smells like a cunt.

And I thought I'd been doing that for a while - now I'm gonna crawl that supple finger around my neck and mouth it tiny and tiny.

Her hot, caged exhale is sprayed on my neck muscle and I can't help but freak out.

"It's a rare opportunity to be alone with Lord Chang... Um... no?

"No... no - I'm glad. I knew the princess would stay by my side."

Lifting the princess's fine ear with her middle finger, her limbs trembled.

"When I feel your warmth, I can feel it strongly... that I'm alive. Or here's why I live. You're the only one who makes me think that."

"... well"

The princess moves around and wraps her supple legs around mine.

"Really... you are a terrible man, Your Excellency..."

Lips gently against my cheek and kisses, shy she spins words.

"Take my wife... it also makes a woman with a child in her stomach so happy... what the hell are you going to make her do"

I do not respond specifically to that inquiry and comb her beautiful, handy hair with one hand that is free.

Comb your fingers through the area around the city princess's eyes and down to your neck muscles with your ears peeled.

Then she pushed me harder on that limb - very happily, leaking her exhale.

"Wow... sometimes"

That's what the city princess says as she cheeks on my chest.

"Every time I think about Lord Chang... every time you hold me like this... the back of my chest sounds, and it sounds like it hurts too, and I'm going to rip it off right now..."

"City..."

"Dear President..."

When we call each other that name, she gently closes her eyes.

I put my hands on her cheeks and slowly indulged in the touch, then - face down and lay each other's lips on top of each other.

A toy kiss that never plugs your tongue in.

But above all, a caged heart - a warm kiss that makes you very happy.

Lips apart from each other, staring at each other at close range, pressing their foreheads and foreheads together - the city princess grinned, tickled.

"Dear President..."

"... what?

As she asks, she inquires holding hands and hands together.

Each other's palms overlap, fingers and fingers intertwined.

Then the city princess exhaled loudly and slowly opened her mouth with a moist grin.

"The city... seems to be falling in love, falling in love. Ever since I was married to Mr. Chang Zheng... since I became the wife of Mr. Chang Zheng..."

……

"The highs in my chest are getting stronger every day...... I was given a child, and Princess Ji went into your side room... Even though I am happy, my heart is often misplaced - my heart is always scratched by the chancellor..."

And also, mouthing.

After lips and lips overlapped and pressed against each other - each other's lips slightly opened.

But there's no point in tongues crawling out of each other's gaps and intertwining.

What happens is the exchange of exhalation and heat with each other.

A breath caged in each other's thoughts is inhaled into the two lungs - mixed into the blood and taken into cells in the body.

"I've always wanted to be like this...... even if I knew it wouldn't come true. I meet, and I know, with thee... all the time"

When we let go of our mouths and hugged each other - the princess of the city smiled in disdain.

I guess her words have a double meaning engraved on them.

One means that welcoming Princess Ji into the side room has made it impossible for the City Princess to monopolize me.

And the meaning of the lid - eventually it will come between you, at the end of the day.

People die. Without exception, no matter what.

We'll face it then.

Those who precede, those who are left behind. There are no exceptions there, and in the fact that death is the only thing, that a person is a lonely being who can never keep walking together.

society exhausted by long battles. That's the Warring States era. The most contentious period in Japanese history.

And how much time can we make in this world that never works as it has in history - to live, time.

Peace.

Shown in just two letters, we can't even grasp that future that everyone wants - or maybe halfway through that dream and we're going to die.

And to hope for a future of peace - to cut our lives by a constant splash of blood.

A time when all human beings seek peace, contend and kill each other. A time when different statues of peace are disturbed and kill each other to win or defend them.

To homogenize different peace, it had to be even. Violent means of crushing or landfilling a turbulent statue of peace.

Peace. We use these words casually.

But as long as we use this word and concept, which encapsulates the compulsion on human society, to flatten and unite the subjectivity of the value of sum - we could not escape all strife.

Or mankind itself could only seek its ideal place at the end of the feud.

All you have to do is have a dialogue.

If we can have a peaceful life just by discussing it, we will have peace of mind.

But a man could not solve a long-lasting battle by dialogue alone.

Peace cannot be established or present without being colored by the blood of countless people.

Man's history will be with the battle, and mankind will not be able to escape the future perpetuation, this karma.

That's why we live.

Take this moment, with all your might - never just regret it.

"Even I am... I want to do this all the time. If I can just hold you and live with it..."

"... nay, you were born in times, you met... we are"

The city princess laughs lonely.

But I had to deny that word.

"Not really..."

There is a bond to gain because it is always a time of death and neighbourhood.

Because I don't know when death will come, I sought connections between people as beings and for the future.

A child, full of possibilities.

At least so that we can connect the units of home and home and seal the feud by the power of blood -.

Even if the possibilities were rare.

Those who had blood and blood connected to each other contested each other, even if they could have sacrificed everything until then.

"If there was no dispute, if it wasn't for this era... we wouldn't have met. I wouldn't even have been able to touch this skin. I wouldn't have been able to hug you."

So we had to hope again.

He said that the children we leave behind will be able to reach their ideal home.

Even if it was painted with blood, I had to wish for it.

"Our encounter was in contention. Without it, we could never meet."

"Dear President..."

The princess gently adds a beautiful hand to my chest, like a white fish.

"We must be thankful as we curse. To fight, people kill each other - in this world."

I held her tight to feel the fever in her body.

Just so we don't lose that, to connect.

"And you have to aim. No matter how many sacrifices you make, make peace, lay its foundations - believe in your righteousness, believe that the future you want is the right one."

There was no other way than to do that.

If you lose sight of your justice, you will be crushed by other justice. Relentless, thorough.

That's why, even if you know you're on the wrong path, you have to push it through - just to survive.

In the hand of holding the princess of the city, strength enters.

"... in that peaceful world, in the future, even without us?

"That's the only way"

"... right. Though sad."

The city princess notices my stretched hands, using those thin fingers, slowly untying the stiffness.

And when I tangled my fingers and fingers together, I gently led my hand to my own abdomen.

- There are those who live in the future, in that part.

"Let us bear the burden of strife. Hard alone, if you're both..."

So the princess looked at her mouth once, and after a while of silence, she said gently - and in a serene voice.

"If Princess Ji can join us there, there will be three of us. Tripods are good at supporting heavy things - at least, more than two legs"

"... right"

And she said with a smile.

- Wouldn't it be better if we had a lot of supporting legs in our future? and.