May 14, 1912, Hideyoshi Hashiba
The family disappeared from the stage of history because of a great sin committed by a man.
The crime committed is treason to the lord.
The name of the culprit was Akechi Mitsuhide.
A masterpiece of the Oda clan, it was named the corner of the Oda Four Heavenly Kings.... how many people have longed for that man's back?
As a result, due to Mitsuhide's rebellion, the Oda family lost their lord and many brave warriors, and the rebels were executed together with their families as a price for their betrayal.
As expected, the blood had not been cut off.
"Akechi Tenbei Mitsuhide is Akechi Akechi's Fifteen Roses Mitsuki. I learned about the crisis of the Oda family, and I led the gesture and participated in it.... Hashiba-sama, let's fight together."
"... umu"
While nodding vigorously, he turned his gaze to the young man standing next to him. With only a few reinforcements, the battle situation was still weak. Even in the presence of the enemy general, his magnificent standing behavior was invisible. He's got a lot of guts.
Moreover, even though he is sixteen years old, his father's stylish attitude is equipped with a certain style. Then, the calm eyes soothed the rough hearts, the pale eyes peeking into the back of the eyes, the high intelligence, and the straight roots of the eyes along the basics were felt.
"... it's like a living image."
In this figure, Kaori overlays the appearance of the light show of the day, and mumbles small as she closes her eyelids to escape the dazzling light.
With all these thoughts in mind... "
That night... the night the guards attacked me. Tsubaki vaguely realized his death as he sank into the sea of blood.
There is something else. How can you survive this wound in this fire? There is no sense of limb already, the vision is blurred, and the sound becomes distant as if you are cut off from the world.
But I had no regrets. Saki fought alone to escape, and as a result, he was defeated by the guards and sank into the sea of blood.
In that case, this was the best option. I didn't flee or give up. However, I entrusted it to the two of them. The Oda family, the Third Master.
(If so, there is no regrets. There are those who inherit the will of God. There is a young warrior who pledges allegiance to the Oda family. There are loyalists who wish to support the Third Master. Then don't worry about anything. Rest assured, you can fall asleep like this)
With such thoughts, I gently closed my eyelids.
Then, strangely enough, the journey that I had lived so far came to my mind one after another.
(Ah, this is a running lantern...)
Tsubaki surrendered himself to a strange sensation.
The shadow of that day that I've been living every day in desperation.
The shadow of that day overwhelmed with hunger as it circled the muddy water.
The shadow of that day revealed a night surrounded by wrecks.
The shadow of the day when he was targeted by a crowd and ran around in tears along the mountain road.
The shadow of that day when I put my hands on the stall merchandise to save my starving brothers and I was caught and pained as if I was running out of time.
The shadow of the day when I put my hand on human flesh to satisfy my hunger.
He was scolded for being a nuisance, kicked in the stomach for being a little dirty, pushed into the cold sky of the lower horse shed in today's bed, and finally thrown the persimmon he had acquired with his heart into the fat, and the shadow of the day when his father-in-law hit him on the cheek for making bad money that day.
The night when I raised my martial arts on the battlefield and was able to compete a little. The shadow of the day when he was kicked while being scolded by his elderly son in an attempt to prove his identity.
The shadow of that day, madly jealous of casual samurai who do not know the real hell that passes in their daily life while imitating merchants and those who vaguely sing their daily songs.
Still vividly remembering those hellish days.
But there was certainly a happy time in it.
Meet the master.
No matter where you come from, if you like it, you can have it.
Listening to such a joke-like rumor, I knocked on the door of the Oda family with the intention of turning against the straw. That's where we met. It was said that the great upsetting of Owari was the Lord of the lifetime of Tsubaki.
I was anxious at first. The position of the Oda family was held by Daimyo Imagawa Yoshimoto, who was regarded as the best archer in Kaido, and Saito Michizo, who was feared as Mino's son, and a powerful enemy. You're killing yourself every day. Without much force, I rushed around the battlefield somehow to avoid fighting the enemy. Besides, my dearest lord called out to me. How many times have you thought about turning back to the river?
By the way, such anxiety disappeared completely after that day.
... yes, that battle between the barrels.
The Imaikawa army headed by tens of thousands of large troops to the Owari kingdom. Castle... no, I had no choice but to surrender. While the courtier said with a full mouth, the master told me to prepare rice and returned to my room.
Tsubaki was ordered to deliver the rice to the lord. I thought it was over. It's not like you're eating rice. If we deliver something like this, we won't have time to run away!
Then, when he arrived in his room, he saw the figure of the master who graciously admired Dan. It was a beautiful sight. "I can't believe it's from this world..."
Unexpectedly, the master opened his mouth.
Are you scared?
"... what about you?"
Your hands are trembling?
"......?!"
I noticed it for the first time after being told. Crunchy and shivering hands. Is it against the Imakawa army, who are about to come, or against the person in front of them, who is showing signs of being alone?
Perhaps you also knew the conflict in your heart, and your master turned his gaze to me and let out a sigh of boredom.
"The Lord always has a spicy face." And I'm terribly frightened. I hate you, too.... if you look like that, you won't be able to enjoy this interesting world. I'm not a wasteful person
"............"
You really know my dick!!
Desperately swallowing the words that went out to the throat, he stared at the superior in tears, knowing that he was rude. A barbaric act that can't be complained of even if it is rudely beaten. When the lord scratched the rice without saying anything, he stroked his head violently.
"Huh... wait... what are you doing...?!"
I raised my gaze in bewilderment... and took a breath.
"Come with me, I'll show you a world of fun!"
The lord laughs in a sneering, mischievous way.
His gaze showed neither the colour of discrimination nor the colour of contempt to which he had been subjected as a matter of course.
(This person sees you as a human being. This person is watching without discrimination the scum that did not treat everyone as equals......)
To that fact, Tsubaki shed a heartfelt tear for the first time. The black mud that had settled deep in my heart was fading away.
If you go with this person, there may come a day when you can laugh with your heart. Even with such a filthy tongue, you might be able to live a life that would allow you to walk majestically under the Heavenly Lord. I might be able to start my life over.
Such a pale hope shone a ray of light into the darkened heart.
Tsubaki was saved by your lordship at this time.
I was saved by that word.
For him, a samurai kicks, exploits, and ridicules under-identified samurai. He was a bunch of bastards who lived without even knowing Hell because of his origins and identity.
But, my lord, it was different. Since then, I've been desperate to follow you behind, but the world is different than before. The world wasn't all the sights that Tsubaki had seen.
I built up martial arts desperately for you. I dived through the dead ends many times. As a result, he won a status that did not fit his height. He became the lord of all the castles of the land, and gave him the rank of governor. You dirty bastard!
Your lordship didn't lie.
Naturally, I sometimes got caught up in it. Some of them praised him because he was a fellow servant of the same master, such as Lord Mori and Mitsukazu, without paying attention to his origins. The next generations, such as the strange Master and the Third Master, did not have the same origin discrimination as the Master.
I didn't throw this world away.
"Ah, it's really a happy time..."
My heart filled with honest feelings as I laughed at the funny figure in front of me. I don't know if it was God or Buddha, but thank you for letting me immerse myself in these memories as soon as I die.
"But I don't think so..." This isn't all I have. There is still one other person who occupies a large part of the heart.
The scene switches to respond to such an idea.
Yeah, that's right.
Akechi Mitsuhide.
You have also longed for me.