Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

In the morning, the market has decided that it is the chickens that are responsible for dragging humans down from their dreams to reality since ancient times.

But in this world - or Nagahama's - there seems to be a limited presence that robs them of their role.

"Cuo Oon"

The hissing you hear from afar is therefore of the Interpretive Moon Hair.

My first morning after moving from my rental house in Sugawa Castle to Nagahama...

The awakening was due to the morning whining of the beloved horse.

"... good morning, Madam President"

"Morning, City"

On the east side, when I exchange morning greetings with the City Princess - smiling at each other, mouthing each other, and hugging each other.

It's an act like nothing, but this is very comfortable.

It feels like the oddness of the morning melts out at the opponent's temperature.

It feels so much like I want to sleep twice together - unfortunately, that's unacceptable.

There's something I really need to exchange today.

"Ah..."

"What's up?

"Um, no, the..."

The city princess turns a bright red face and openly turns away.

If you think of something and turn down, there's my big sun with a bee morning burst style at its finest.

"Oh... I'm fine, so..."

My wife who shyly says that is so loving.

He said he showed all those sluts last night - and now this.

It seems very unusual.

"Well... for a man, it's a routine morning event. You must be familiar with it, too.

"So, but... the..."

"What's up?

"No matter how many times I look at it... it looks painful and I feel sorry for it..."

By the way, I roll in the City Princess's chamber about three times before I go to bed.

She put her teeth gently on my tortoise head and then just showed me the technical moves of gently licking it there - which is another story.

After the city princess slapped her groin to her liking, she and I were slowly hugging each other back into the hot spring and talking about the future.

Nevertheless, it's not to say that it's a productive story based on a clear vision, but something like that, even if we're grandparents to each other.

Or I think we've just been mouthing each other for a long time, but that doesn't matter.

When I tried to kiss him, I hurried to include hot water in my mouth and started to make it look like a hamster, though I no longer laughed bitterly.

"Um... me, its... what shall we do...?

The princess of the city is really loving.

I would have liked to have my erect calmed down in the morning right now if I could - but that doesn't seem to be wholesale by the Inquirer.

"No, you can stay like this"

"Oh... but..."

They're coming.

The eastern pair is separated by a handicap, but it can be seen that outside the room the two maids of the city princess have already refrained.

It's just a sensory thing, but you know what you know, so you can't help it.

When I tried to get up, I panicked and branched to sweetness, even as I stroked my wife's head as she even mouthed me - I quickly finished myself off and headed to my bedroom.

"Ah, you...... good morning"

"Oh, good morning"

There, Princess Ji is already sitting down ready for breakfast.

All the dishes in the dishes are covered with lids and you can't see the contents, but what she makes is basically undisturbed.

(Most of the time, the ingredients are potatoes, sissies, okra, garlic, and all that)

Princess Ji decides to serve all the fine food, but is it still intentional?

When I look up thinking about it, she leans her neck and looks back at me, wrapping a young wife-style vibe.

(Well, it's good... it's delicious)

When I lowered my back, Princess Ji looked around - Susus and I stopped by.

I accidentally laugh bitterly at a move like a ninja or a small animal.

"What are you doing, you?"

"... ugh"

I held her shoulder and stroked her head, and Princess Ji softened and sweetened with a delightful face.

It's a dramatic change considering when we met, and I sincerely find it a pleasure that she has thus come to grin at the crowd.

(If you see us now, Jiayang is going to have tears in his blood...)

Either way, I'm the only good man to touch Princess Ji.

Such a childish appetite for exclusivity is made to simmer in two as he remembers the face of Migawa's Taisho...

"Good morning!

- The look of a girl who opens up and rolls into the room with momentum.

Needless to say, he is a mere child.

Princess Ji distances herself from Zuzaza as soon as possible, but this is apparently due to shame.

(I wonder if you don't want to see me and my "ex-wife" snuggling around in the morning on a boulder)

Only Princess Ji can tell the truth.

But around turning his face so bright red that the hot air seemed to stand, holding both cheeks and leaking a voice that was not his voice - my predictions may not have been wrong though.

(In front of my son, I've always lived as a "man"...)

Well, still, Junko should have known she was a proper woman about Princess Ji...

(... no, you knew, right...?

- That's not supposed to happen when I first found out that my "husband" was a "woman" when I was a step away from being "separated". I'm sure, probably, maybe.

While I'm worried about that, eventually the city princess brings in maple and cherry blossoms and breakfast begins.

I looked softly over the room as I wet the juicy rice with the chopped shoga mixed in.

The princess is elegant and drinks miso soup with okra.

Princess Ji was embarrassed to eat a lot of juice as she asked me once in a while.

(... after all, was he a convict)

Just because you've come to Nagahama, you'll never lose your customs when you spent time at Sugawa Castle.

What goes into my mouth is basically prepared by either Princess Shi or Princess Ji, which continues to remain a matter of policy here.

And my wife, who spent the night with me, is usually exhausted and falls asleep until I wake up.

If you cook, you'll inevitably be my wife who didn't spend the night with me.

(... thank you for this evening, is that what you mean?)

- If you think that far, you won't have to dare to tell me everything, even in the honor of Princess Ji.

It is extremely shameful.

"Stand by, madam! Would you like to replace the wheat rice?"

"Please."

Smiling at Naoko, who looked after me in a worthwhile way without knowing what was going on, I offered her an empty one.

"There's also juice from Master Ji!

"Oh......"

Correctly, it's "Ji-sama's rubbed juice," but I don't care about such trivial Japanese anymore.

(Besides, the jig doesn't come out of juice...)

It is a man's prerogative to produce clouds.

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At the end of the breakfast, the samurai lowered their meals and began washing, and Tsuko went down to the south garden where the pond was being dug.

Built so close to Jin Qiumen, our home is just so big.

With that, the rooms that are usually used - they tend to be somewhat limiting.

One of those rooms is a bungalow that also serves as my office.

"Boom-ten-maru! Wake up!"

My son's voice echoed.

Visible from her bedroom, she even calls toward the entrance to the building, reminiscent of a huge doghouse built in the South Garden.

"Cupid......"

"Good morning, Brahma Maru! It's a pleasant morning! Look, you haven't slept forever, come out quick!

"Cupid......"

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about! All right, look, wake up!

It's like a caretaker mother, but I guess that's a feeling in this world that you shouldn't be otherwise uncomfortable with.

In the Warring States, it's not strange that children are about to become mothers.

"Grunt... come out quickly...!

"Cupid, cuddly, cuddly."

From inside the cabin, a voice sounds like a waster who doesn't want to leave the futon.

"If you hadn't come out, I wouldn't be playing for you today!

"Cupid......"

When you put us in front of you and now, naturally, the tone of your child is different.

I thought you were a pretty energetic typhoon-like girl, but you still mean you're still saving in front of me?

"Oh, you're out"

The princess said cheerfully.

It was the Tianhong Silkworm that crawled out of the giant doghouse.

Fluffy hairball-like demons spread their wings as they walked out of the cabin, shaking and stretching all the way when they swooped.

(Akubi so much)

By the way, it was called "Brahma Maru" by Tsuko - exactly this pure white hairball.

Apparently, the fluff on the ear stick dabbled with the appearance of the heavenly rainbow silkworm.

By the way, politely, the huge doghouse is hung by a wooden plate called "Boomerma", handmade by Tsuko.

It's a fashionable specification of carving a name on a wooden plate and painting ink on that groove area.

"Nonetheless, Tsuko seems to be very close to Tianhong Silkworms..."

"Yes...... Originally, it has the ability to deal with a variety of people and creatures separately…"

He says that while watching the sights of the city princess and Ji princess being played out in the South Garden.

"Oh, boarding worm."

It's certainly not horseback riding, and I guess that's more correct as an expression.

My child clings to the body of a fluffy white demon.

The heavenly rainbow silkworm was frequently puffy and trembling while walking by the way - apparently playing.

"Haha! Damn it! I'm falling, I'm falling, I need more help!

"Cupid"

"Kehaha! I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about!

"Cupid."

Heavenly Rainbow Silkworm, Toto Brahma Maru - are you happy to have someone to play with? Very happy.

Tochiko clings to the back of a puffy trembling demon as she raises her yellow voice.

Maybe she rides Brahma Maru better than I do.

"Cuo Oon"

In the south garden where the heavenly rainbow silkworm and the girl's voice echoed, the clear whispers of the interpretive moon hair staggered.

The heavenly rainbow silkworm, which was puffy and trembling along the way, stopped working perfectly, pointing its darkly adorable double eyes in the direction of the interpretive moon hair.

"Ah, Kusama! Good morning!

"Ah... well, good morning..."

The back of the Imperial Moon Hair, which appeared in the South Garden, is soon stuck.

When I went to Gifu Castle, I didn't wear my kimono or cloth on the boulder - but it hasn't changed where my hair is half-upped and tied with a white cloth.

Apparently, for a long time, I've woken up a little bit, but stylishly.

Junko descends from Brahma Maru and from the Interpretive Moon Hair for a long time.

And the Girl Well Ended Conference that begins with something.

I can't hear what you're talking about...

Still, it's definitely a good thing that the drawn-in idea long can talk to a girl this close to her age.

"Cupid"

"Cuo Oon"

And the Interpretive Moon Hair and Brahma Maru also exchange words somehow.

But unfortunately, I don't know what they say when they're demons.

Incidentally, the residential area of the horse, including Interpretive Moon Hair, was also inside Nagahama Place.

On the north side of the mansion, in the whole of Nagahama Palace, a wide corner set in the northwest......

There, a large ranch is built with a horse nursery and a horse house.

The stallions Harlem, whose hairs culminate in the Imperial Moon, are "moving in" there, and they are squeezed in plenty every night under the care of their breeders, including for a long time.

(Well, there's just something wrong with the interpretive moon hair you deal with a hundred heads in a day...)

The sigh leaks unexpectedly.

The city princess was leaning her neck when she saw me like that. Cute.

"Ah, you..."

"Hmm?"

Princess Ji pulls my sleeve and makes me turn my attention to the South Garden.

Looking at you, I thought that the temple moon hair was moving up to the fifth floor (shaker) in the front of my bedroom.

Apparently, the time has finally come.

"Cuo on"

"Oh, I know"

I slowly lifted my hips as I nodded at my interpretive moon hair.

"Can you come out now?

"Oh."

The princess asks with a smile.

"Last check, how many?"

"Three. Maybe it'll take a while..."

"Will you be back by the end of the day?

"I'm going to."

I tell her that and then I see Princess Ji.

"It's bad for Ji, but tell the Mayor..."

"You were ready to welcome me, sir."

With a calm look, she says, with her hands together on her chest.

"I'll be ready without a drain. Was the location okay at the Samurai?"

"Oh."

A samurai is a place where a nearest samurai wakes up in a sleeping garden.

In our house, a room connected to the corridor extending from the east to the south where the city princess lives falls into this.

I don't have a Kingsamurai, so no one currently lives there.

"Cuo on"

"Okay, I'll be right there"

While I was being blamed for my interpretive moon hair, I went down a ton of floors and then jumped on her back.

"Oh, you're in the hall!

"What's up, long time"

A long time ago, with Shizuko on the back of Brahma Maru, he raised his voice.

Apparently, he's up good, but he can't get down.

"Damn, one horse with a carriage is already leaving for Fujido Village!

"Okay."

I hold onto the reinterpretive moon hairline after taking a salute zesty to the heavenly rainbow silkworm and the two girls.

Feeling it, she lifted her torso wide, hissing high - and began to run toward Jin Qiumen.

If you leave Jin Qiumen, that's the shore of Lake Biwa.

When the Interpretive Moon Hair swirls, it walks with the momentum intact.

The destination was Fujido Village - Yoshihachi, already a famous person, had communicated the circumstances in writing.

(In reply from Yoshihachi, I told the Fujido family that I would talk to them... Now, how do I get out?)

I did everything I had to do beforehand.

Do everything you can to wait for Heavenly Fate - I no longer pray that things will be carried smoothly.

◆

As for the village of Fujido, a stallion had already arrived there who pulled the carriage.

When I say carriage, I somehow associate it with the western style - it is a really Japanese, animal pull car.

However, because the wheels are made of wood, it is imperfect (not flawed) on the balls that they vibrate when moved quickly.

Nevertheless, it would be an unmistakable fact that cars are still important in terms of moving multiple people.

The carriage in my sight is of a kind called a mesh car.

It has a trunk that is about 2.5m long and about 1.5m tall and can be ridden by about 5 people, he said.

The surface of this trunk was painted with lacquer and the family crest of the Asai family was painted with white painting material.

And nearby, Yoshihachi Mitsui of Fujido Village kneels.

I stepped out of my interpretive moon hair and approached him.

Long time no see, Yoshihachi.

"Even with your lord, you seem magnificent..."

After a brief greeting, I command Yoshihachi to stand - accompany him into the village.

Behind us follows a stallion with his interpretive moon hair and his carriage pulled.

"What do you think, the Fujido family?"

"That's right...... it looks the same as always"

"Right..."

"Mothers are more solid than usual, so they may be urging their children to behave as they normally do"

That's what Yohachi said, showing his grieving caged face.

"Mother...... Lord Moriko has long been so. It was on a strong girl, like she was laughing no matter what. And always killed himself, he was also the bearer of such temper... my lord"

"What?"

"Please...... thank you for your time...... Children, please… this is the way it is"

When he kneels at the side of the road, he sits down in the earth rubbing his forehead against the dirt.

Previously, I also thought from the look on the face of the Fujido family mother - there seems to be some special connection between Yoshihachi and that sitting child.

(I wouldn't dare ask there...)

But in any case, Yoshihachi must have suffered considerably.

Fujido Village is not a wealthy village, and the support that Yoshihachi was going to the Fujido family - it was probably difficult in both economic and social terms.

As a result, Moriko had no choice but to sell his body in order not to starve his son or daughter.

And perhaps it should have been rare for a solid price for prostitution to be paid to her, a sitting child.

I don't know what Yoshihachi thought when he saw his mother and son in such a predicament...

I have more to look into.

(- If the city or Jiji ever gets the same look as Fujido's mother... I would definitely go nuts)

Break up with Yoshihachi, cross the Interpretive Moon Hair, and proceed through the woods full of care.

I couldn't pull a stallion into the woods.

The woods, where the Fujido mansion is located, are the same, even if there is no longer a way.

Not very much, but not like a good place to have a carriage with wheels in it.

(If you lived in such a bad air place... no, I guess that's why that mother made you ill)

- So much for the cloudiness of the air that I think so.

Interpretive Moon Hair walks down a roadless path as she steps on a giant rat dot or something.

And finally, I saw the destination.

As she descends from the Interpretive Moon Hair in front of the Mansion, she hisses in anticipation of her approachment.

"Cuo Oon"

Then for a little while, the mansion door was opened.

You can hear me at the same time, the girl's crying.

Thinking about something, I call Yoshiyoshi, who opened the door for me.

"What's up? It's like an apricot crying..."

"also, I'm sorry...... ready to go"

Yoshiyoshi has been desperately apologizing.

"Well... my sister still doesn't want to break up with my mother..."

"What do you mean?"

I enter the Fujido mansion with a frown.

What echoes inside the mansion is the girl's characteristic tall cry.

If you proceed in the direction of the voice, you will reach the front of the room where Moriko was lying.

"Ah... Ready to go..."

"No, no, no, no, no!!!

A brown-skinned girl cried heavily, shaking her silver hair as she lost weight and stuck to a pale soaker than before.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Awwwwwwwww!!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!!

There is no harder person to talk to than a child who has rampaged his emotions.

Apricot was desperately separated from her mother as she numbed her face with tears and runny nose.

"... Yoshiyoshi, what's this all about?"

"No, the..."

Yoshiyoshi says as he clenches his kimono.

"My mother... said that she could not respond to the invitation of the guardian. She told me to go to Nagahama only with my sister..."

"... right"

I nodded small and approached Moriko lying down.

And every time I walk, Apricot's cry strengthens my grandeur and becomes even bigger.

"Don't take me. Yeah!!! Mother and I would love to be with you!!! No, no, no, no, no!!!!

"Oh, hey Apricot!

Did your sister's attitude feel unsavory to the boulder - Yoshiyoshi raised his voice.

When I control it, I can't help but hold her down and hug her...

Sit on the pillow of a laying bastard.

"... sorry, sorry. You've come to the corner, and you're so grumpy..."

"No, I don't mind... never mind"

Apricot crying and rumbling in her arms.

Sometimes it's hard to hit my jaw with her thrusting fist.

And this girl, she's quite powerful for her age.

Probably more powerful than the adult women in the world I was in.

I don't know if it's the influence of ghost blood... but I dare ask Apricot.

"But what do you mean? I came here with the intention of taking you and the children. Isn't that what Yohachi told you? I don't know if I'm going to rebel against it now... but the boulders won't let me."

I can see that the power of the rampant apricot gradually weakens.

"My son and daughter, please... please..."

"You're not coming?

When I asked him that, Moriko narrowed his powerless eyes and said with a slight wave of a slender hand.

"I'm not long anymore...... And unlike Yoshiyoshi and Apricots who can serve you, I have no choice but to sell my body... It is not necessary for such a woman to be prepared..."

"... right"

I stop crying, untie the apricot, and lean over to the widow who can sleep.

"But even if it's not necessary for me... not for your children"

"Ahh."

Her body was even lighter than that of the little Ji princess, and it was very easy to lift.

Seiko doesn't seem to have kept up with his understanding of what's going on.

In the meantime, I tell Yoshiyoshi to step outside with his eyes.

"Oh, Mother!

"Don't worry."

I told the silver-haired, brown-elf-eared girl, who had begun to scratch tears in her eyes again, smiling all the time.

"I'll take you, no matter what. A child needs a mother. Besides, if you leave, this woman will be alone."

"Ah... ah..."

I don't know what to do, I just have to stiffen my body, Eggplant.

A crippled limb that has been invaded by a demon and awaits death remains mine without even being able to resist.

"Besides, are you willing to relinquish your responsibilities as a mother? You didn't think you'd leave the kid with me and then you wouldn't know?

"Oh... that's..."

"The fool."

I keep walking around the mansion, stepping outside.

"It seems to me that parental responsibility lies in raising children and dying while they are being nursed. For a child, the parent is always the parent… nothing more."

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Fujido Village was already in the rear, and we were headed to Nagahama at extremely slow speeds.

Among the carriages the stallion pulls is Fujido's mother and daughter, probably for the first time, breathing air outside the village.

And Yoshiyoshi's appearance - with me, was on the horse of Interpretive Moon Hair.

He asked for the Interpretive Moon Hair and managed to get the OK.

"Yukichi."

"Yes, sir"

Yoshiyoshi's nervous voice was heard over his back.

I hold the reins and say as I look forward.

"It's bad for you, but from now on, I'm going to let you learn how to be a solid man society"

"How to…"

"Yes."

Tokotoko ragged and a journey where all the sound of horse hooves and carriage wheels echoes.

Fluffy, feeling the wind in the gentle humidity of June, I continued my words.

"The world is made up of decency and form. In order for you, the sitting child, to face the world, it is essential to know its face and form correctly. On top of that, I'm going in. I have to go in, to live."

"... Yes"

Still a young boy.

But what he needs from now on to take the head of a general named Kuzheng Asai, who is also quite recognized throughout the Asai family, is the right knowledge to survive in the Takeshi society.

But that's not what I'm forced to wear out of common sense in this world.

"Rest assured, we have two solid ones for the instructors. Just because you're a sitting boy doesn't mean you're a jerk. I want you to learn a lot from them, and eventually - take charge of Asai's stall."

Yoshiyoshi Fujido. In my former world, the boy who will later be named Takati Fujido.

Spears working specs were no longer proven to be quite high, such as taking over Kuzheng.

Then how far can you make his exceptional stretch - my interest is in that.

"You don't have to think heavy. I don't need to feel that your work will change the way you look at the sitting children."

……

"And the people around me will never see and appreciate themselves as much as they expect. But there's always someone watching. Like taking care of the fringe with those people... just remember that"

"... Yes"

Listening to a quiet response from a boy like the one who's ready, I'll re-grip the reins.

The yang is up, it's already near noon.

But we were moving slowly and steadily.

The far-sighted is the land of Nagahama - which will manage to arrive in the middle of the day.