"Bruises don't like 'Tatsuo'!!
When I was suddenly cut off, my face was just pale and I lost color, and I accidentally fell behind.
In bruised young eyes, hatred persists. A sardine that can be turned away like that shouldn't be on me, but I can't even put out words to argue with it, pushed by its strong gaze.
My brother Kwon Wai, who didn't see her like that, accidentally walked in between us and stopped being nice to her.
"Hey, bruises. Fujiyoshi has nothing to do with this. You don't have to stare."
"You're too kind to me! I'll never forgive you for bruising!
Kwon Wei, who had no sense of his brother's majesty or anything else and had been drunk by her, laughed bitterly and shut up.
When she stepped over to me, she made her voice even louder and yelled at me like a blaze.
"Go!! I don't even want to see your face! Get out of here now!
Not too many of her swordscreens, the talent zo I've been watching, come out in front of me and stare at her silently. That gaze is not intimidating, it is not annoying, it is calm.
But she, too, has resolutely eaten to such talent.
That's just like not knowing anything scary...
"What ah!? How about you, too? Then stay with me!
You boiled your business on me not trying to move in confusion, she leaves a long time ago.
And he reached out to grab my chest.
But talent hasn't shut up about this either.
It was then that his hand tried to grasp the bruised hand.
"Bruise! Come on!!
And from a short distance, the voice of the mighty old man echoed.
For that one drink, a bruise that stops your hands perfectly.
And when I wield momentum, I complain to the Lord of my voice.
"It's none of your business! I need you to go that way!
Is he the grandfather of the bruises... the old man, dubbed Master Jia, is approaching quietly, carrying a long, white beard and turning his shitty face towards this one?
Her expression is calm, but she has strong eyes that she's trying to say she won't tolerate her granddaughter's selfishness.
And when I came before the bruises, I told her with a soft voice that reminded me of the autumn breeze, very different from the voice I had had drunk earlier.
"It doesn't matter. I'm not the guest your brother brought. Then he is also my guest. He's also a bruiser.
Are bruises so bad that they can't entertain their guests?
"Oh... that's not true..."
The rashes look bad, nagging bruises. He seems to suffer unreasonably, persuasively.
to that appearance, the old man, who softened the tone of his voice even more,
"If your bruises are good, apologize to your guests for their disrespect."
And he told me to apologize.
A shaking, slowly re-shaking bruise.
His face remains facing down, but his eyes fill with tears, his face stained too bright red of remorse.
I was stuck in that touchy atmosphere and still couldn't speak, and I wanted to see how she came out.
"... I can't tell you... I can't tell you to bruise..."
The blur and some crushing bruises give me a painful look somewhere where I don't seem to be feeling well.
I was so worried.
"So, are you okay? You look pale..."
And I glanced at her bruised face, which seemed to have set her on fire.
When I thought I suddenly gave him a face, he screamed like a storm, spilling large tears.
"I can't say 'sorry' to bruises!!
I accidentally put my butt on too many swordscreens.
Like looking down at me like that, the bruises continued.
"I can't forgive you for... killing my mother!!
What... my mother was murdered...
But the bruises go on even further without my eyes, such as my surprise.
"Take your precious treasure, I hate Samura!!
When the bruises abandoned him so, he swung back three times and ran away to the back of the field of medicinal herbs.
Me with my butt on and my face blue and I can't move.
In the meantime, Kwon Wai briefly tells the old man how it has been.
Talent tried to give me a hand to wake me up, but I was relieved and forgot to even take that hand and sat on the spot.
Autumn sunshine does not leave heat, unconsciously sweating on the forehead.
But an old man gently put his hand on my back against me for forgetting to even wipe it.
"I'm sorry... I'm actually a kind woman who loves grasshoppers..."
And he apologized to me on behalf of the bruises and graciously woke me up.
I was suddenly caught in a tornado that appeared, I didn't understand what had happened, and I didn't feel the angry emotions of being treated disrespectfully, etc.
More painful than that, I can't leave her deep in my chest.
Half-consciously, I had to ask an old man who supported me on the side.
"My mother was murdered... and I told you... is that true?
I want to believe it's some kind of metaphor… I've just met one, but a resistance to something I feel close to called "death" commands me to deny the word.
But brutally, for these days when I am, "death" is probably more "normal" to be rolling right around than I think.
The old man answered, whispering as he could not tell, squeezing it out.
"If they say it's a lie... or a mako... I might have to say it's serious...
Indeed, the bruised mother... that is, my daughter, Kikuki, is dead...
As a result of following Hideyoshi Toyotomi's life... "
The words rocked my brain with a strong shock, like punching me in the back of the head with an invisible hand.
And the shock made me lose my mind.
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How long has it been since I lost my mind...
My back hurts...
Apparently, they're putting him to sleep in some building, not outside.
Of course, it is not laid with futons or anything else, and leans unwrought on a wooden plate.
And then I finally woke up and slowly opened my eyes.
In a still unclear consciousness, when the sumptuous vision captured the contour of a person's face, I found that its contour, which gradually cleared up with the opening of his eyes, did belong to that girl who cursed me earlier.
Have you been taking care of me for a long time...
I almost opened my mouth to say thank you, but the moment she and I met, I wondered if she had turned red, and she ran off on the spot without giving each other a voice.
"What the...?
I have no idea what her intentions are.
I didn't mean to go after that little back, but I woke up slowly.
A gentle force that softly supports its back… talent.
Apparently, he was close, too, while I was losing my mind.
"Is this...?
"It's in a temple near an earlier field of medicinal herbs"
"Temple..."
I guess one of those rooms that's limp isn't as big as that and would be full of three adults if they let in.
I kept asking talent questions.
"How long has it been since I lost my mind?
"I wonder if it's been two minutes (four hours)..."
"Oh my... not for two minutes..."
"I've been nervous these days, so I guess I'm tired… please don't push me"
I did whip this body of a boy and have been running all I can for the past few days.
Of course, let there have been shocks caused by what you heard about the bruised mother's "death," and maybe her body was taking the limit more than that.
I woke up but never stood up and looked out at the view I could see from the room.
The green herb grasshoppers gleam golden in the sun, which is already leaning west.
"Beautiful..."
A tranquil and beautiful sight that makes me forget that I am in the midst of a war in Sekigahara heals my tired body and heart.
I decided to give myself up to this space for a while, emptying my mind, just opening my eyes and relaxing.
Have you ever made the time to look so closely at nature in the world you were in?
I feel I have lived in a narrow world in a rushed day and in a familiar landscape.
I don't feel like the experience of these past few days has given me something bigger than the seventeen years I've always seen, heard and felt the same thing.
Prison tears... the love of the temple... friendship with faithfulness...
It's all I've experienced in just a few days, but somehow all of them are so thick every day that it seems like a distant past thing.
And the fist of a thousand princesses...
You don't know what they'll say if you forget this.
Imagine the muggled face of a thousand princesses, you can't forbid them to accidentally spill their laughter.
With my face broken like that, when I was thinking back,
"Oh, you look a lot better. Good, good."
And the old man came slowly in his footsteps to see how I was doing.
By its side, the bruises are following to hide.
I had something in my little hand, and the old man said, "It's a special potion of water that's healthy," and I was forced to drink it.
But this is so bitter.
"Hey, what the hell!?
I accidentally burst into tears and stared at my face.
Seeing how it goes, the old man laughs a lot and the bruises that were stifling his expression also make him smile to the talent zone that was beside me.
"You wouldn't even laugh so much. Ugh... still bitter..."
And the tongue I put out was apparently stained green, and I was grinning at this with my belly, too. Seeing that smile, the fatigue I was feeling blew away somewhere, but was that because it was instant on "bitter medicine water"?
Might be careless about the girl who lost her mother.
But I couldn't help but feel dazzled by the fact that my bruised smile was shining like the meadow in front of me.
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In anticipation of the meeting when I settled down, I decided to ask what I wanted to hear.
Regardless, it is about the "death" of the bruised mother.
Why did I stick to that "death" so far, and of course there are some extremely private reasons why I want to get used to feeling "death" close to me.
But I'm really curious.
That's what Bruises said "I hate how I want to".
Why does she abhor Hideyoshi... that is, my father?
I had a strange sense of purpose that I needed to know about the cause.
That bruise is also sitting small in the corner of the room, but it could be hard for her to dig back memories.
That's what I thought and encouraged her to leave somewhat, but she didn't leave there as a cancer.
That didn't feel like I was asking her about her mother's "death" and trying to figure out how she would react.
But I wasn't sure I could live up to her "expectations" like that, or even feel like responding.
It was driven by a desire to strive calmly and objectively to discern the facts.
And about that, the old man - his name was the woodcutter, and he began to speak quietly.
The cause of death of the bruised mother may be close to "malnutrition", to put it worse, "starvation".
I was sicker and weaker than I was before, but the lack of food prevented me from getting a satisfactory diet, and the disease progressed faster, which at last seemed to lead to death.
I must have felt "you're skinny" when I saw Kwon Wai and his bruised brothers and sisters, not because of their born physique, but simply because they didn't get a satisfactory meal.
But if that's all I asked, it didn't seem like Hideyoshi had anything to do with her mother's death.
Until I hear the next word...
"That's what took my mother away from me."
Yes, it was a bruise that pinched my mouth.
"The Tai Chi District... why..."
What I know of the Tai Chi Warehouse is a policy laid down by Toyotomi Hideyoshi so that farmers can focus on growing crops.
It lays down the principle of one man at a time, gives farmers a stable source of income and clarifies the role of the great name as lord…
That's all I know.
I wonder how that affected her mother's death...
But there was this harsh reality of peasants I didn't know about.
The house of bruises has taken up the annual contribution as a "subway" for the "village" around here, on behalf of the lord.
Prior to the implementation of the Tai Chi District, annual contributions were paid to the Lords on a village basis, and the quantities were together each year.
For this reason, the village's sense of solidarity was strong, and if the worker, a man, came out with a sick or injured house, he plowed it more widely in an attempt to increase the harvest up to the portion of the house.
And if you still think it's not enough, you used income from "hidden fields" and "hidden fields".
Yes... that was the bruised house, or the village ruled by the forest family, which was a field of medicinal herbs spreading in front of them.
They didn't grow herbs just to heal their illnesses and injuries, but when they didn't make enough annual contributions, they were selling them to raise annual contributions.
Help each other... it was a beautiful custom.
They have lived that way in a society called the village.
We've encouraged and supported each other.
However, the Tai Chi District shattered the custom.
Because every peasant has to pay an annual contribution from his land to his lord, and for this reason, the help between villagers has become practically impossible.
Moreover, for the farmers, "hidden fields" and "hidden fields" were tightly controlled and confiscated for inconvenience.
No more income from the field of medicinal herbs that spreads before this eye, and if there was a year of murder, the whole family was forced to live such a long life, involving life and death.
And as in pursuit, when the "sword hunt" took place, it was also forbidden for the men to go to war as soldiers.
This meant that other income paths would be completely blocked.
Soldier Farmer Separation... may sound good, but that was the same for the peasants, who were deprived of their freedom of choice and pushed into it.
And one year, the forest family, which became the rare murder to see, will live so that they will have the best of every day.
Still, her mother kept making her sons and daughters feel like they weren't going to let them get away with it and cut their own lives and make food work to keep them alive.
And the summer after that...
The harsh heat was too harsh for a body that had reached its limits.
It was no longer skin and bones, but their mother, until the end of her life, who closed the door on the fate and health of their brothers and sisters.
Even worse goes on.
The year after the murder, even after the sword hunt was carried out, the looting did not follow.
If it had been in front of the Tai Chi District, we would have defended ourselves in the village unit, but now that the village's organization had collapsed, we had to defend ourselves from other acts of looting.
I guess their house, which was especially famous, was dressed up.
A famous plain house in a neighboring town hired the werewolves in for a small sum of money and attacked their house.
Although we managed to get rid of it, the damage was immeasurable.
Yes... their father and eldest son lost their lives...
And Kwon Wai and Bruises, it's just the two of us...
A lively and peaceful family has become a dream story.
For just one year, it was a tragedy caused by only one murder.
Thus did the Tai Chi Dynasty destroy the villages, the families, and even their dreams that they had guarded.
I knew exactly what she meant when she said, "I hate you."
At the same time, the weight of Heavenly Man's responsibility rests around my stomach.
I was in tears listening to this story.
An earlier curse without sayings felt rather as though it were natural to be bathed, and ashamed of himself.
It was never a policy that I had pursued, and I felt strongly and heavily responsible.
On the other hand, one thing comes to mind.
It's about your own existence.
After this, if I lose my life in the line of Osaka, the operation of Edo Shogun will go well and at the same time the village contracting system will be revived.
Perhaps the Forester, as a village official, will be employed by the Shogun, become a storehouse as it is, and will be active, and his life will be stable from generation to generation.
But suppose I survived just because of my personal desire to "enjoy this era" and that influenced the politics of the Shogun...
Later village contracts may be delayed.
In that case, their brothers and sisters' affair will last a long time.
They are not the only ones.
All the peasants in the same situation as them will suffer.
Am I... supposed to live...?
This question will come up as a major challenge in my life as Toyotomi Hideyoshi after this.
I don't want to die.
But my survival makes people unhappy...
Is there any way we can all be happy without me dying...
It might be convenient, but I was serious about that.
A small, warm hand touches my back that keeps me weeping.
Bruises.
She had an incredibly gentle look on her face and a healthy rub on my back when we first met.
She's supposed to be the toughest...
Why am I...
What should I do...
I even repeated that question to myself.
But here, for the peasants, the greatest tragedy awaits, brought about by the world of warring nations…
"Oh my god!! Everybody get out of here!!
Suddenly, I wondered if there was a loud voice from the Kwon Guards who were supposed to be back in the war, and the villagers who were leaning in the temple tried to escape first, into havoc.
Me, the bruises, the talents, and the four grandfathers of the keepers rush out to the field of medicinal herbs.
There stood the blue-faced Kwon Guard.
I asked him a question, stifling his face, as if I was pressing him.
"What's the matter!?
"I lost the battle... the Fukushima army guys who won the battle soon are coming this way! Get out of here!
In a hurry, I'll check with the owner.
"What's the bid!? You didn't get the control bills!?
A bid is to get tattoos from an adult name to forbid looting in a village after the war is over.
"Of course I'll keep it!
"Whose!?
"Master Konishi!
I don't know the state of the war, but if it's true, Governor Konishi's bid belongs to the defeated general, and its effectiveness is dubious.
"Not good... let's get out of here!
I prompted everyone.
However,
"No!! This field is not the one my mother raised! I'm not leaving here!
And the bruises hated it.
Kwon Wai opened his mouth in an attempt to scold such bruises with a sword screen that never happened.
"Bruises! If you're saying that now..."
... but the words were never spoken until the end...
When I think I opened my eyes wide, Kwon Wai leans against me and falls.
I couldn't support that weight, and with him, I fell into the field.
"Hey! You okay?!?
Unexpectedly turn his hand around his back.
Then I found something raw and warm sticking to my hand.
And I could easily imagine what it was, even if I had no knowledge at all.
It's...
It was a lot of blood that blew out of Kwon Wai's back...