Nobuyuki Sanada, Anodo Castle, August 11th, Tensho
A call from Makoto Omi.There were too few people to say that they were sweating, dressed in full clothes, and waited for them before heading to see them.
There was no Ichibaishi Hall or brothers and sisters or swordsmen.In this venue, Masaki Omi, Nanba and Takigawa were present.And the suspicious man with the face of an unrecallable fox.
Five people even put me in.I can't even find my maiden name. In the wide hall, there was a thin and creepy silence.
Close consultation. Regulatory information. Old man. The first man I ever met.As various thoughts passed through my mind, I lowered my hips and laid flat on the ground to be encouraged.
Then, Masaru Omi cut out the main point.
Masuda Genjiro, you will now call yourself Suzuki Genjiro Yukimura.
"......... eh"
A pathetic voice leaked out of the air.
Thinking stops inadvertently when the instruction has no chorus.
(Suzuki... Yukimura...?)
What is Suzuki's samurai family name?Will I be adopted by the Maeda family?No... but I'm the next head of the Sanada family.Where did Yukimura come from in the first place!?
Masamori Omi... no, that 's--
Even though I was searching for the intention to strain my thoughts, I could not understand the true intentions of Mr. Omi without my father's superior brains.
I ask my intentions while lying flat on my back.
"Oh, is that... let me leave the Sanada house...?"
Looking up at Omi no Mori-sama who was terrified, there was a figure with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.
"By the way, do you want to give your son, who is the next head of the Maida family, to be adopted by his son-in-law?" Then it would be contrary to the righteousness of the Sanada family.I told you to use a pseudonym. "
"... hah! Haha, I'm sorry I can't understand your wishes."
I apologize for putting my forehead on the tatami mat.Even for a moment, I was ashamed of myself for suspecting Master Omi.There is no way that the One who wishes for Taiping under the heavens and loves his people more than anyone else, will give such a merciless ritual.
Then, by exchanging words with Mr. Makoto Omi, I finally understood the intention of this call.I deliberately used such a large and wide-ranging hall with such a small number of people.That's why I called it a sight.
Makoto Omi clearly distinguishes between public and private.It stands out in its tone and expression.Currently, Masamori Omi stands here as "Lord".As a public position, I had to take a stand here.
--If so, who are you behaving like that for?It was clear to me what that was.
When I turned my gaze to the man with the fox's face, the man gave a sticky smile.
"Oh, don't be silly, samurai."One is Sunichi Suzuki. It's nothing compared to the prestigious samurai family, it's just a savage mercenary obsessed with money.That's right ~ Sunichi Kuraga... the street might be better ~ "
Unexpectedly, he stood up with his eyes wide open.
"Kaga... Sun City!? Are you that Kaga Sun City?!" An array of mercenaries on the battlefield. When it comes to Sonichi Kuraga, the Legion Commander! It's a pleasure to meet you!! "
"... don't look at me like that."The person depicted on the head by the samurai is probably Sunichi Kuraga, the predecessor.A sign of the successor to Sonichi Kuaga.A certain one is an immature person who has not achieved any results in battle. "
A humble mongrel. But I stepped forward and denied Sorel.
"If so, you are recognized as worthy to succeed Sunichi Kuaga!" It is a proud honor and a sign of honor! "
While shining his eyes, he turned his gaze to Muga-sama.
A unique group of fighters who control the cannon at will.All in one piece. In all, 1 piece.The Hachiman crow leads its own army to victory by flirting with its enemies in unstoppable collaboration.
The glorious battles built by such a raga crowd became known as "If you take the raga crowd as an ally, you win, and if you make an enemy, you lose".
My father was a battle-scarred warrior at first sight.It wasn't what I had imagined, but it didn't have any effect on the respect I had in my heart.
In response to my reaction, Monsieur Conga deepens his smile as if he had found something interesting.
"It's a privilege to be recognized by the next president of his Sanada family... no, no, it's an honor to have someone like you."But... certain methods of warfare, even ambush, assassination, conspiracy, and plotting, are unwieldy.It's a shameless tactic used by outlaws. "
--Because you, the head of the Sanada family for the next period, will be able to admit it?
Misoga-sama asks while emitting a suspicious light.But I tilted my neck to see what I was saying.
"If we don't win, we won't be able to defend anything.If we lose, we will take everything and die.If so, what's wrong with taking steps to win? ”
You have to use your head to live.Without the brains to determine the situation, we cannot protect our home.We cannot protect the people unless we enrich the kingdom.To defeat mighty enemies, you must knock them down against your own mound.
To me, who was taught to do so by my father, I thought it was a matter of respect and a matter of course.
However, it seemed that it was not a matter of course from Conga-sama. When he opened his eyes and revealed his surprise, he began to laugh by patting his knee.
"Fu...... Kuku...... Kuhaha...... Kuhahaha hahaha hahaha!!! Nah ~ Ryuishi is the son of Lord Sanada.It's a rumor, it's a big measure! "
Masaga, who smiled briefly, nodded with a smile as he turned toward Masamune Omi.
"Sure enough, I saw Lord Sanada's artifact."If this is the case, it's okay to move on to implementation. ”
"Is it...?"
Tilting his head toward the conversation between the two of them, he suddenly turned his attention toward Mr. Omi.
"Now, let's get to the point." I will ask you to go to Kiikoku to adopt Suzuki there.The place to aim for is Koyasan, the nest of Shingon Buddhism. "
Pierced by a frozen glance, he speaks of his name.
"Koyasan... Mt. Kobo Daishi opened the Shingon Buddhist General Mt."
"Yes, that Koyasan."
As soon as that word is uttered, a dense pressure is released from Mr. Omi, as if the space were dense.Nanba-sama and Takigawa-sama, who stood beside him, were similarly exasperated while releasing a tremendous domination.
Just that, neither I nor Conga-sama could move a single finger.Just keep your posture low, like the villagers waiting for the storm to pass.
The cold gaze of the frozen spine was too far away from the sole of Master Omi that I loved.
--Oh, so far, there's been a groove between them that can never be prevented again.
Such lamentation melted into the universe without anyone asking.