Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

April 1, '11 (1568) at Yonglu.

The weather over Nagahama was terribly bad this day.

Large grains of rain pounding out of the evening eventually turned to dust and sand reminiscent of the scours of Southeast Asia.

Striking all over Nagahama, they formed countless puddles on the road surface.

"That sounds awesome...... really"

I babysit my routine Wanfu Maru and Tea, whining unexpectedly.

The rain grains that hit you so hard made a sound that you described as just a roar.

By the way, you're both sleeping well as if you didn't mean to.

It's always been the case that Wanfumaru doesn't react, but it's rare to say that there are teas that make me anxious about a little environmental change as well - making it so much easier.

(You must be relieved because I'm on your side... Is that why)

With a smile on my mind, I think about my children's biological parents.

Today is the day to spend the night with the City Princess, but she was currently sweating in the water hall with Princess Ji.

These days, the two of them have been bathing together a lot.

Nothing, it doesn't mean they have a homosexual preference.

A chamber called Yukan. In that private space, from Princess Ji to Princess Shi - it's like she's having a vivid consultation with each other to enjoy my children.

The Saito family where Princess Ji spent her adolescence from childhood.

As is well known, a thorough mausoleum has been added there against her, and even now she still has fine scars on her skin.

Princess Ji, who was killed in adolescence, seemed desperate for the world and had some desire for ruin - but now it was totally, and it had subsided as well.

Slowly regaining her dignity as a woman, she now admires and loves me.

He was eager to have my child and raise me.

He is also convinced by the Takenaka Ministerial Group, including Princess Ji's brother and heavy moment, about the intentions of such a Takenaka household owner.

Nevertheless, as is well known, Princess Ji had been tragically assaulted.

And while she spent a long time at the Saito family, she said she never got pregnant.

Originally, she may be pregnant and in a difficult physical condition.

But there was no denying, either, that the assault, which continued as every day, had destroyed her function as a woman.

The fact that Princess Ji also said that she was a stone girl - a woman who couldn't have children - is new to her memory.

Nevertheless, now she hopes to have a child.

Mercy my child with me in the womb, like a city princess, I wanted to lay down my life and be a mother.

"Well... for a while on the boulder, neither of us seem to feel that way."

The death of Mrs. Fujido at Nagahama late last month is new to my memory.

She's not one of our kin.

But we lived together in the same mansion, a family in a broad sense.

The passing of that Mrs. Fujido seems to have had a strong impact on the city princess.

As a mother with children, the death had forced various thoughts on her.

Suppose, if you leave the children to die - to think about it, it's not HR for the princess of the Oda family.

Leaning on the troubled City Princess, but not only did I - I had to worry about the Fujido brothers and sisters left behind.

The night of Mrs. Fujido's death.

Takati slept side by side with me and Apricot with Princess Shishi and Princess Ji, but a lot of things have come up.

Apricot seemed to have no problem.

My wives say that the night of his wife's death she cried heavily and fell asleep like mud exhausted.

Even the morning after that, as soon as I woke up, I went to the remains of my mother, making me a tear of sorrow.

That's why she was able to slice the case of her mother's death.

Occasionally, I have a sad face full of loneliness - as I once did, I work in domestic training with my children.

(But the problem is... the high tiger...)

As far as I can tell, my brother didn't know.

No, knowing someone else's insides in the first place is inherent...

Nevertheless, he did not break his expression and did not expose his emotions.

Takati, who failed to make it to his parents' death, did not accidentally pass through the strangeness of how he was dwelling for some reason - he looked at his mother's death face with a jiggly face, without changing one expression.

I didn't show one tear, I didn't move my eyebrows, and the rhythm of my breathing was just as normal - I was just face-to-face with my mother's remains.

Even when you lined up the pillow with me, he was always the same.

Of course, Takati has feelings. You can't be bereaved of your precious mother and have nowhere to think.

And yet he never tries to show his weakness - I remember my sincere anxiety.

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Also, Mrs. Fujido's death has been - poking new problems at me.

In other words, it is a question of how to deal with the dead in a religion called Biwaism.

The starting point in the first place was from the suspicion that there was a grave where she should be buried.

For neither the high tiger nor the apricot knew where the tomb the fathers would be asleep.

External to your Nagahama location. Lakeshore ahead of the West Gate.

At the funeral held there, I asked Yoshihachi, who had been invited by Fujido Village, where the Fujido family tomb was located - and there was a response that the village's joint cemetery would fall on it.

However, Yoshihachi is willing to oppose burying his wife in Fujido Village.

He had squeezed the hands of unspeakable remains and zeroed the word of redemption for his inability to live with them, along with massive tears - he had desperately begged not to return her remains to the village.

In view of what the Lady once told me, I guess the two of them were in love when they were younger.

He's against sending his wife back to the village.

After all, in traditional communities - still, contempt for sitting children must continue to be blatant.

That's how I decided to attach a massive hacienda to the branch I was going to build on Spinning Land, after the bone problem that began with the reconsideration of Madame's burial site.

On second thought, Nagahama has developed land like few people lived in and is a newly built city.

Before modern times, it was the temple that exclusively managed people's deaths, but this very existence is rare in Nagahama.

The total mobilization of those now dotted in Nagahama will not have enough capacity to house the dead who will be pushing them in large numbers.

If we hadn't prepared for the onslaught of the dead to come, the wreckage would have overflowed the city and social anxiety could have swept right up.

It is only then that the development of a large-scale hacienda becomes a pressing challenge.

Often forgotten, the exchangers were the ones who presided over the rule of a person, whose "person" scope included not only the living but also the dead.

What's more, managing the dead - it also leads to managing the living.

From this point of view, it goes without saying that the point comes how to position death in the system of religion called Biwaism.

In the Warring States era, burial and cremation are juxtaposed as forms of burial, but given hygiene and burial space, the latter could virtually only exist as an option.

The outline will soon be decided.

Though men are creatures who are forced to live under false pretences such as status and honor, but more than such, even if burned by the flames of the world, there is a raw mystery in what is left behind.

In short, it is the remains that position them above all else as honorable.

The remains must be made to live in a house called the Bone Kettle, and the tomb will be their city.

If such awareness can be rooted and settled, the cities where the living people live will be sanitized.

If the burial culture of the dead overlaps in the living area, it can often be a co-occurrence of a massive epidemic of infectious diseases.

(The maintenance of death is the maintenance of life... if we do not proceed without...)

In my mind, one after the other, there is a draft social system with Biwaku as its big name.

Specifically, Biwako parishes are laid as separate from Nagahama's administrative divisions, and shrines are set up for each parish - that is.

The inhabitants of Nagahama will have their parishes ordained by the place where they reside, making the shrine there the "Bodhisattva Temple".

Residents must go to the parish shrine when their children are born and report on the birth of a new birth there and take care of it.

And when the inhabitants die, they are cremated in the parish shrine, and buried in a spinning hacienda, the land of the descent.

(Approximately, that doesn't seem to be a problem...)

But let's just say it's still premature to hit these social system reforms.

At least in July - and more specifically on July 13th, I had to wait until the day I went to the house and returned.

Because if you try to start something new, it is always in human society that opposition forces emerge.

Yes, like Kuzheng Asai once was - oh, the guys in my hand are definitely coming out of somewhere and trying to pull my leg.

For this reason, I had to broadly present to my subjects a theory and a philosophy that could only screw the opposition.

Convenient at this time is the authority of the

If we put it in the state of the will of the living God, the object of faith, there will be unlimited number of people who can face it head-on.

(For once, I'll have to talk to God of Water about that...)

I was thinking about that, it was exactly that moment. The princess gently walked into the room.

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"No, it was just fine. I was just trying to separate my thoughts."

"Oh, what the hell were you thinking?

"Right... don't you mean you?

"Well..."

The City Princess sticks to my back perfectly and sighs happily ever after.

Her busty limbs snuggle up to sweeten and make my chest squeak.

"Really, the chancellor remembers all about pleasing women... you get jealous"

"What do you mean, it's"

"Nothing... Chang Zheng has been sensitized to the use of words since she was welcomed to her side room."

"Well... that's..."

"So I'm jealous."

That said, the city princess turned that slender arm around my abdomen and hugged me.

"I was prepared at the time I conceived my former Yoriko... but my heart still sways when the chancellor's grin is that kindness is towards a woman other than me. I get jealous."

"Well, because the city does look jealous..."

Is there a person in my language who doesn't get jealous of being distracted from the interest of his beloved, says the City Princess?

"Earlier, I had been consulted a lot by Princess Ji about her children with the chancellor...... after all, somewhere in my mind I can have complicated thoughts. If Princess Ji had a child with Mr. Changzheng, she would be absolutely beautiful..."

"I guess so."

"That's how it's decided... ooh"

The princess made a stubborn voice as she shoved her forehead around my back.

"I want to be the chief executive… always, even if it passes away"

"City..."

If I show her how to face her slowly, the princess of the Oda family softly releases her arms.

Across the street, hugging that thin shoulder, the city princess gently closed her eyes and told her to whisper.

"When I saw Fujido's mother, I thought... I guess my relationship with the chancellor will all come to an end when I say death..."

……

"But I want to be with the chancellor even after death... I don't want to break up with you... because I don't want to..."

"… City"

If you gently hug your wife's limbs, the city princess will also come to strength her skinny arms.

Her limbs in the hot water were so warm - full of colour.

"Stay like this today...... why don't we go to sleep without doing anything?

When I joke and say, "I don't like it," the princess answers instantly and swells.

"First, shouldn't the chancellor be able to do nothing...? Again and again while I was asleep, saying such things..."

"No... I'm sorry about that time"

"Besides, my armpit is soiled by a stick with seed juice... what face do I look like -"

"- I'm really, really sorry"

I knew women were scary.

When I get tangled up, I hug the princess, who remembers even the final things a lot, and then I try to get her in a good mood and gently push her down on the mattress - stroking her cheek whispering words of love.

In doing so, the princess stared at me with a glimpse.

Today's act will also - be firmly engraved in her memory.