Reincarnation Life to Toyotomi Hideyoshi Beginning with the Adversity of the Successor of Tai Chi (formerly known as: The Dream of Tai Chi - Reincarnation War to Toyotomi Hideyoshi Beginning with Adversity)

One boy was secretly waiting in the woods as one of Akashi's all-degree army rats. But on its face, it has a terribly dissatisfied color, as if it were a baby wasting time.

When it comes to why a boy is joining a battle here in the first place as a member of the army of Ukido, he was from a small village, because he was asked to join the army of Ukido, which was employing a large number of miscellaneous soldiers in an effort to get a birth and only have a head count.

With his young, yet adult-faced arm and sword-wielding qualities, he was serving with exasperation, glaring at the unsubstantiated confidence coming from his youth, without taking the head of a famous general.

But that was him, but when the battle began, its role greatly betrayed his expectations, and that's what made him look dissatisfied. The role he was ordered to play was to report what he saw with his eyes and, if there was a decree, to run around the woods to tell it.

It was a great departure from what he had imagined as a flashy bump between the great armies and also dancing blood such as slashing with the fierce.

The decree of the assault I visited in such sorrow.

It goes without saying that he was joyful and brave.

Having been a little far from the headquarters of all the boards, he moved his feet diligently toward those who divided the grass and cried out.

And it was at last that moment when I tried to storm among the enemy soldiers myself.

He was nailed to the sight he jumped into his eyes and stopped to solidify on the spot.

What drew the boy so far… it was a spectacular fulfillment by two men.

One masterfully manipulates a large vermilion spear in a flashy outfit that catches everyone's attention.

The look seems to be enjoying it brightly. It doesn't seem like we're having a very serious exchange of lives with each other.

And the other is even in plain black armor, supposedly a general of one army, but the boy doesn't know who he is. He was a man who seemed to be everywhere only in appearance, but his eyes ran bloody, his expression was frigid in contrast, and his angry burning emotions, unlike those of a constant man, eagled the boy's heart.

At this time, the boy had no idea that they were Hanayosu and Akashi Akashi, but rather did not even know their names.

Even though one is the general of his army...

The fulfillment of the two was that when the boy saw it, all the boards attacking him with a sword were unilaterally pushing in.

The sword was rough,

Anger, discontent...

It seemed to the boy as if he was bumping into the overwhelming "negative" emotions of all the boards.

But the sword muscle is not a rash, it is clean and neat, and has no gaps at all.

For a boy whose father had been subjected to more rigorous archery of the sword when he was a martial artist, that was arguably an example.

Meanwhile, Jong-soo continues to take that attack with a spear.

There's so much room for a grin on that look. But I don't show you the plan to attack me, I just get the sword of all the boards. The way it looked, it also seemed as if it was accepting the emotions of all the boards.

It is obvious that Jong-soo is also a considerable user, because he treats it lightly and receives a high-speed sword, despite the big gains in his hands.

Other than these two, there is an exchange of lives around them after being slashed and slashed everywhere.

But the two of them who are now taking the boy's heart. That was completely heterogeneous.

Beautiful...

If expressed in a word, the word would fit perfectly.

And even assuming he was allowed to describe himself in a longer word, the boy seemed useless otherwise than that one.

The space around it is huge so as not to interfere with the two "fights," and he doesn't seem interested in the boy who opens his mouth in it and sees it, regardless of his enemy allies.

Fortunately, he was never pulled out to battlefield by his allies or attacked by his enemies.

He was in love with the two of them without even pulling the knife off his back.

Watching the two of them still makes it seem strange that they are having a conversation.

The boy could not understand the contents at all, but it was unilaterally depressed by all the climbers, and Jong-soo seemed to be hammering to accept it.

In fact, at this time, all the boards were smashing into his sword with the bitter acidity and hard work that he had been carrying.

I don't know why they had to hate me all the time...

I don't know why I had to struggle all the time...

How could Hideyoshi not let me die with him at the end...

Why? Why? How could you?

I want someone to listen to me, but throw all the different thoughts that I couldn't tell anyone or anything, all to the job show.

Seems like Jong-soo just snorted and listened to that.

Why all of a sudden, all Deng pointed that sword at Jong-soo to hit his thoughts...

The reason for this lay in the fact that all the boards were always alone.

"The last thing he wants to do" … it was to tell someone what he's been thinking. It was also his sincere desire to be free from loneliness.

And he put it on the "sword," not the "mouth".

Because he knew empirically that he was not worthy of trust, such as words emanating from his "mouth".

And now, the memorial is fulfilled, and thus I am able to tell others my thoughts through the "sword".

Besides, his opponent is the professional sophistication he admires.

That was all he was content with.

I don't have any more memories of this... that's what I thought.

But...

Jong-soo won't allow him to put his sword down. On the contrary, he moves the spear provocatively, as he urges me to "hit him more".

It's like...

"I won't be satisfied with this much."

and seemed to be scolding all the boards.

All the boards, wondering, keep sifting as they ride his invitation and flow through the sword.

All the boards attacking and pushing, the job show retreating while preventing it… its structure lasted for a while without any change at all.

The sound of swords and spears colliding creates a unique melody, and the excitement created from it speeds up the heartbeat of everyone on the spot, including the boy who is an outsider.

And when that beating speed reached its peak...

All the boards and the boy's eyes abruptly lit the sunlight poured out.

"You're out of the woods..."

In the street that the boy accidentally said, the three men came out of the woods, which darkened everything, to a plain with high sun and wide open vision.

Vision isn't the only thing that has changed.

The feeling of a comfortable breeze that makes you feel autumn hitting your cheeks.

The smell of blood that reminds me once again that it is in the war.

And noisy noises of soldiers bumping into each other everywhere...

Those sensations, which had been kept closed until now, rapidly sprouted in all the boards and in the boy.

Fu, when Jong-soo takes a little distance, All Deng and Jong-soo stop that hand in a commensurate fashion.

Then Jong-soo spoke to all the boards with a "voice," not a spear, as she breathed.

"Whoa! Mogura! What do you say!? How do you feel crawling out of a dark nest?

"Dazzling..."

"Ha! That's right! I've been hiccups for a long time. You'd be too dazzled!

But this tiny battlefield with you is just part of the wider world!

Wouldn't you like to know more!? Don't you think I'd like to talk to more different guys!?

All the boards were just silent in their questioning of the job show, holding their swords in front and breathing.

Jong-soo, who understood that all Deng seemed unwilling to answer with a "mouth," put up a spear.

"Ask your sword the answer!

Now the offense is reversed from the woods, and the offense is launched by Jong-soo.

A strong and fast thrust struck all the climbs with a boost.

All the boards that scratch it. However, Jong-soo's attack could not have ended at once, and several intense attacks were launched to penetrate all boards with one blow.

They converse again with the "sword".

"Retreat here and you will return to the 'nest'. What do we do?"

Step forward all the way so that all the boards are reluctant to retreat behind them. It's an extremely dangerous act like putting yourself on the other spear, but as if you're not thinking about it, the color of a strong resolve can be questioned.

Seeing that, Jong-soo broke his loose mouth even more, a look that was no longer close to a smile.

"Ahead you have to go without the only prime minister you ever counted on (about Hideyoshi Uchita)? Is that okay with you?

The question shall also be answered by going one step closer.

"After this war, you will have no place, no territory, nothing left. Still you move on?

Jong-soo knew the results even if she no longer had to ask for answers. Either way, all the boards get one step closer to responding to it.

And in that step, Jong-soo finally entered in between the swords of all the boards.

At that time, Jong-soo makes his last enquiry with a "voice".

With a clear, loud voice that reaches everywhere.

"Then let's hear it!! What do you want by moving on!?

That question ends. No, no, all the boards swung heavily the sword in their hands.

And...

"I am beyond you!!!

And when he shouted no less than losing to Jong-soo, he waved down his sword with his whole body.

That was a small sound close to the silence of "Shh", unlike the sound of the previous knife and spear hitting each other.

"Decoy" sounds heavy.

Jong-soo, All Deng, and the three boys were sipping solidly and staring at those who made noise.

The heavy sound was caused by the tip of Jong-soo's spear falling to the ground.

At the next moment, Jong-soo had a full grin, as the joy exploded.

"Ha!! This guy is fun!! Mogura's gone!!

And I gave him a loud laugh.

All the boards on the other hand rush back to erect their swords so as not to give them a gap.

But Jong-soo is like controlling it.

"Hey, hey! Now we have the battle! It's wild to do more than that!

Today is the day to split the pain between one win and another, let's not do this again!

And I made a suggestion that didn't seem like a battlefield.

That's just how all the boards couldn't hide their surprises by opening their eyes to it, but they delivered the knife to the sheath like they understood something.

Jong-soo nodded satisfactorily when he saw it, slowly approaching the whole boarding, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"You wore the best today! It's full!"

And he turned away his reddish face so that all the boards could be lit up with praise that seemed very unlikely to be his enemy.

And Jong-soo's gaze shifts to the boy who's been watching the two "fights". The boy accidentally set himself up, but without worrying about that, Jong-soo spoke out loud.

"Whoa! Boo! What do you say your name is!?

Boy flabbergasted by sudden inquiry. with that expression stiffened,

"Bezuke... the Bezuke of Miyamoto Village."

And I answered in a small voice.

"Ha!! Right! All right! You shouldn't ruin your life, either!

Speaking to the Yesuke boy, Jong-soo slipped away from all the boards and began to follow the scene.

All aboard in a hurry.

"Wait... what am I supposed to do now..."

and inadvertently asks the enemy, Jong-soo, what can be termed a discrepancy.

But one surprised face did not come to mind, and Jong-soo answered the question.

"Think of that for yourself. You can do whatever you want with your life!

Nothing. It just sounds like an answer that can be taken for granted, but in those words it seems that all the boards have decided what it is.

He did not return to the battlefield, which was a turbulent battlefield, and when he turned his foot to the few, he left the battlefield like a shadow with a thinner presence than the former.

And this boy named Bezuke had enough longing to change his life to the sight he saw.

"I want to make such a difference, too."

With such a dream, he will pursue his ideals to himself and his opponents to encourage them in the path of the sword.

And it will finally come true with the best opponent he has ever recognized on a small island far from here.

Yes... his name is...

Musashi Miyamoto.

He was the one who would make a name for himself as a swordsman in the world to come.