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Celebration 11 (1606) On the eve of December 24 -
In the castle of Nakajima, Shinanagawa, the feast of the wedding of Chung-hye Matsuhei and Princess Goro Hachi finally began in abundance.
Zhonghui was fourteen at this time, and Princess Goro eight was twelve. People sent a blessing in vain to the two seemingly young leaves who had just sprouted.
In the midst of the harsh winter weather and light snow outside, the great hall where the feast is taking place is still surrounded by a midsummer heat. The representatives of each clan, coming from more than a hundred people around the country on the spot, had a great time forgetting.
Thus, the night goes on.
Only when the bride and groom leave the room will their enthusiasm gradually subside as well. And when Hidekang Nojo disappeared, he followed the scene with one person after another, as if he had anticipated it.
And Yukimura Maida, who had participated in the feast as a representative of the Toyotomi family, was also about that arrowhead who had thought it was time to take a seat when he saw fit. Naoke, the representative of the Uesugi family who was spending time with him, rose to the occasion first.
"Then let me be excused here for that. Yuanjiro, let's take our time to drink again."
"Yes, sir. Thank you very much for today."
"No... this is the one to thank. Earlier, it was a good thing. It turned out to be a helpful form for the Lord, and I sincerely did."
Needless to say the "thing ahead," he continued, turning to the people he is desperate to sell his charm against Hidekang Noboru and the Dada political sect: "There is no one here who is trying to celebrate the wedding of Chung-hye Matsuhei and Princess Goro Hachi!" When I broke it. "
In response to that concurrence, Dada Zhengzong said, "You can celebrate it at the wedding. Whatever you do before that wedding begins is on his own," he returned, silencing the concurrence.
Yukimura sandwiched his mouth as it became a painful air for both parties.
- Everybody! Yu Mei, the beloved daughter of Naojiang Mountain Castle Hall here, as we know, just sprinkled that hua last year by turning young.
With that in mind, it is only natural that Yamashiro, as a single parent, should wish much happiness at the end of the journey of Princess Goro Hachi, who will be young and married, and Sousuke Matsuhei, who will welcome it.
The painful word ahead is a cry of sorrow that comes from the kindness of losing my beloved daughter, so to speak, that we all want that thought to be equal!
Of course, Major General Dada's words are good.
How about there! After we have all named ourselves, we say the words of celebration one word at a time to Lord Echimae and Major General Dada, that selling 'names' rather than 'scents'...
To this Yukimura suggestion: "It is indeed a proposal!" It was Hidekang Nojo who hit the knee first. It was as if the indications had been combined to make me feel Ayum's breath, but I nodded together to the gavel, which could be said to be a word of its crane, and followed Yukimura's suggestion.
Thus, after that, there was no "nasty" until then, and they all returned to their seats after greeting one word at a time.
And the driving of this Yukimura did not just mean that it sent out a help boat against Naojiang and Jitsu, who were put in distress, but also took the form of respecting the will of the Dada political sect and responding to the desires of others.
"Heh heh, I can't believe my husband is soggy and honestly bows his head... doesn't it even snow?
"Ha! Don't tell me! Besides, if it's already snowing, it's dancing outside!
Nasty air envelops both of us.
It was a long time ago, something that made Yukimura feel the air she had tasted in the land of Echizen.
Naoke and Success were shining at any moment on the side of the oligarchy Uesugi scenery. When I admired that look and remembered those days when I was always chasing him with my eyes, I accidentally ran a sharp pain in the back of my nose.
It's been twenty years since...
Would you have imagined who you are now to the defenseless Yuanjiro boy of those days?
You look like yourself carrying so many different things...
Second, the tone of the concurrent voice drops.
"Yuanjiro. Don't worry too much."
The words opened Happy Village's eyes wide.
Because the words are based on a keen perception of Yukimura's mood. I had intended that any opponent would not understand my heart, but even Naoke and Succession, who knew about Happy Village from an early age, had spotted it.
"Hehe, do this. Does your husband see you that way?"
Still desperately trying to hide something would be due to his minute. The concurrence, which loosened its mouth much to the condition of such a nasty Happy Village, now once bowed its head, turned its foot towards the hallway in an attempt to softly follow the scene.
And… stop once on the spot.
Part-time said with his back turned.
That tone...
Precisely directed at "friends," something as warm as spring.
"Yuanjiro... I'm always ready to live in Misawa"
Yukimura was shaken hard by the thought of the "friend". His eyeballs are naturally feverish, and his arms groan in an attempt to grasp something even now.
But it didn't end up moving his future. And he said, bowing his head deeply toward the back of the continuum.
"Thank you for your kind words, but please do not divide that into those who are in difficulty where they live"
A glimmer of loneliness floats on the back of the concurrent.
Still, the "jury under the heavens" enveloped the emotion with a noble voice.
"Well... I promise to drink... I'll look forward to it."
"Yeah, that's what I'm looking forward to."
To the serene words of Happy Village, the space between the two quiets.
Both Yukimura and Success fully understood the meaning of the matter.
It's...
This "promise"...
That it will not be fulfilled….
If you have that chance to face each other next...
It's... a battlefield...
Relatively, as enemies...
Naoke's back slowly leaves.
Yukimura Maida stares at his back.
No...
Only at this time.
Please, just this moment.
- Back then, I want to be Masuda Yuanjiro!
I was staring at that admiring back that dazzled me, I want to be that feeling.
Back then...
In Yuanjiro's mind, the wind blows far beyond.
- Goodbye...