Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

The first image I held was of a mansion that was once too small for a heavenly man -.

North of Kyo. Wooden architecture built by the Measure Eight pond, where you can't even see the buildings that look like buildings.

It looks like a house that presupposes living alone.

Now, it was a small but interesting cottage.

With the pond on its back and surrounded by stone walls, it stands quietly in the midst of loneliness.

The interior of the building I was put through was also in line with the image I received from the exterior.

Indoors with unpretentious conditioning are warmed by reddish-burning enclosures.

But that doesn't reflect my husband's will to succeed Sanho, if I'm right.

I could easily imagine that Matsunaga Soo, the builder, would have made it to comfort her.

For a man with a broken heart, a room that is too big can be poisonous.

Because spatial spread extends people's consciousness and encourages them to think.

Thoughts revive hard memories and erode normal parts of the mind like cancer cells.

But the hard part is, the room shouldn't be too small.

Because narrowing your vision represses your mind, introverts, and your emotions shift to a downward mood.

That is why the layout of the room must be given careful attention by third parties.

In this sense, the interior of Sanho Mansion was well cared for by Kusu.

Or maybe I can say it's too good.

The old man is in the mood to adore his loving grandson.

And the side of the heir didn't seem to be resistant to being wrapped up in that feeling either.

"So the lieutenant general told me to go under Asai's umbrella."

"In short, yes."

I nodded and stared into the pale eye with the highlights of my stepsister.

"That's what my brother-in-law, Lord Nobunaga, wants. I would have liked to discuss this matter with Lord Matsunaga if possible..."

"Grandpa is going to the next general's house."

The old ruler continues his words, shaking his blonde short hair slightly to the left and right.

"Didn't I see you?

"Yeah, you must have made a mistake"

That's what I said, out of sight of her. Because a samurai came in.

"The lieutenant general..."

"Yes."

"Do you prefer green tea? Or would you like some black tea?

"Is that black tea?"

It wasn't much of a cup of tea to ask.

As far as normal life goes, when it comes to tea, it becomes almost a choice between green and black tea.

Black tea is widely consumed in China, and the liquid that boiled the fermented tea leaves falls under this category.

Pual tea, would it be easy to understand?

"Although there is also black bean tea. It's what Grandpa likes."

"Then take that."

"Oh, may I?"

"Yeah, it wouldn't be a bad thing to remember Lord Matsunaga's taste"

"Why?"

"It tastes like a man who kept leaning on you. Can we take on a major role without knowing it?"

"Uncle Noodle"

The stepsister said with a smile.

"The lieutenant general saw his name flowing."

"No way. It's just the two wives."

"Liar."

"True."

With the exception of my favorite child, the Interpretive Moon Hair.

With that in mind, I go on and say.

"I'm not clever enough to relate to multiple women. It's clumsy, in that sense."

"Oh, was it Master Left?"

Inheritance opens her mouth with a smile on her face.

"Either way, my answer is one. I'll do what Grandpa wants, that's all."

But she says.

"I don't think I can leave this house."

"That may be so"

I honestly said, looking out into the new building.

"Sure, it wouldn't be too good to have to leave the address you just made..."

"Either way, I only obey my grandfather's wishes."

I'm sniffing out the signs that the healing used to be thick.

There are too many wounded women in this warring country. Or maybe the man did, but I still had to think so.

"Um, I'd like to ask you one thing."

The arrow tip where I uttered those words, another samurai came in indoors.

Maybe I brought you a drink. When I looked up thinking so, she didn't have a basin.

What she brought with her was information that a new guest had arrived at Sanho Mansion.

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Thank you for your time, Lieutenant General.

Guided by the samurai, it was Showon, the head of the Yoshiyuki Hoshikawa family, who entered the room.

Being subordinated by Yoshiaki, he has a woolen coat on top.

"Well, what are you talking about?"

In front of my stepchildren, I let it slip away.

Showon sees it and breaks his expression like he's totally stunned.

"It's not a laugh, Lieutenant General. Between the Tabernacles, there's a lot of noise."

"Oh, I wonder what they did."

The stepsister said with interest.

"What did they do? That's a hell of a thing, Princess Success."

Yoshiaki inflates her nostrils.

"They scolded the future general of the conquest. That's already thorough."

"Oh, that's what happened."

"A disagreement," he said.

I spin words like nothing.

"That I just had different feelings about women, especially my wife. That was the inexhaustible difference."

"Seems to be calm for a long time"

"Calm down, nothing, because this is nature"

"I have trouble reopening it"

"Why are you in trouble? Shomoto is the shogun, isn't he?

"I don't know how to hold the shoulders of the lieutenant general."

I was surprised to hear that.

There is no sign of a masterful order.

He's honestly worried about my position.

"This is unexpected. I thought you were going to get strangled..."

"You can't possibly do that."

Showon responded.

"You have to thank me for the sweets."

"It's a very heavy treat. I have taken over Shomoto's mansion and even remodeled it to serve as a base in Kyo."

"It's called Jianmae, my lieutenant general."

"What's the real deal?

To my question, Dr. Ryukyo answers softly.

"Because I am not a mainstream in the Shogun. Survival strategy."

"Showon, you're being very honest with me."

The stepsister laughed.

True, I think it's just a naked statement, too.

"Honestly, nothing, because it's a fact. It doesn't change the fact that I was taken care of by three good people and defeated by the Lord Yoshio's superior army."

"But you"

I said it in a way that my stepchildren was comfortable.

Maybe these two have known each other since they were young, and it was light enough to make them think so.

"Haven't you been forcibly abducted by three good people?

"Yeah, let's do that. There was nothing I could do, but there was nothing I could do about it, Princess Successor."

"The only thing left in this world is the results"

"You're right, sir"

"That's nasty, really"

The sigh of the old ruler spills.

Showon said as he turned his face to me again.

"I mean, that's what I mean. Where the Shogun picked me up, you have no place for me, Lieutenant General. You know Yoshiaki prepared a seat for Nobunaga with his deputy general, right?

"I know. My brother-in-law refused... oh, I see."

Once again, I learned Showon's position there.

"Was it supposed to be the position where the Yoshiyuki Hoshikawa family... the seat of authority"

"That's right. I mean, I'm not needed for the Shogun."

"But the shogunate did, didn't it?

"It's like a collection habit. The one in power wants to gather all the expensive stuff. The sword, the treasures, the good women, the high-ranking ones... in my case, that's all."

In a childish tone, he said.

"You stay out of sight of the future, and you say what happens. Unfortunately, I don't want to live a life that is being slandered and killed from all around me."

"I see."

I nodded as I was convinced.

"It is, indeed, understandable"

"So the trouble is, Lord Lieutenant General's position is at stake. But even in Kyo, there is a strong feeling towards newcomers. Some of the public houses don't like the lieutenant general."

"Right."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're full of enemies, here."

"It's full of enemies. It would be better if they increased their allies because they are. The elements slandered from the perimeter should be cut off indefinitely, Lieutenant General."

"Then why don't we raise the public house and the next general to a blood festival right now?

My stepdaughter snatches me up and does that.

"Guys, you just have to be doomed."

When her emotionless voice thrust through, it was slightly, and the samurai looked sorry.

I'm so sorry about the excitement, but I'm home from Bullet Master - that's what she tells me.

Then from behind it emerged the fierce appearance of Kusu.

And he grabbed both the shoulders of Gasili and the samurai, and put his jaw upon her head, which he shrugged.

"No, we're not doomed yet. Living is the species, and not knowing what blooms is life... until the flowers bloom, young people have to live longer."

Even if it was poisonous flowers.

When Kusu told him that, he stroked the samurai's ass before entering the room.