May 14th, 12th year of the Tenjing era.
The battle with the Kuroda guards was in its final stages.
By the awakening of Hesuka Xiao Six, the spear was crushed in two and blown to pieces by the guards.
Hideyoshi saw the winning moment, and even though he led Little Six and Fifteen Roses in a battle, he was blown away by the official guards' counterattack.
Hideyoshi is lying on the ground with Aima, and Fifteen is suffering from pain all over his body. It's not very good, but it's not in a decent state to fight.
And it was the same as Xiao Six.
"............"
Although your consciousness is barely there, you can only move it a little bit, causing a sharp pain in your flank. Xiao Liu was convinced that this was definitely broken. With this, I can't even wield a spear to my satisfaction.
The enemy won't be waiting for us. Slowly, as soon as she heard the footsteps coming towards her, Xiao Liu stood up with her weight on the spear that pierced the ground. Currently, there is only one person who can defeat the official guards. Then you don't have time to fall.
"Phew, phew, phew"
Exhale roughly and regulate your breathing. When I raised my gaze, I saw a guardsman with a brutal smile.
Hell has only just begun.
Xiao Six realized the future he was going to follow.
Ruin.
I can't find any more precise words to describe it.
"Hahaha!! What's the matter? Your movements are slowing down, aren't they?"
"............"
(That's stupid. I'm pushing... I'm losing!? What is this power? It's not very simple, but I don't think it's an army master... ah, it's like a strange thing!?)
Even though it was evil, Xiao Liu continued to surpass the slashing while sharpening his nerves. Every minute and every second felt as if hours had passed.
Endless Hell. Endless Hell. Even if you burn up your own life, you can only buy yourself time somehow.
But that was enough.
(It's not me who stabs him. It's all right. Don't give up on him or the fifteen. I can tell by the fact that I didn't have to turn around. I'm sure you'll get up. I'll leave it to those two to be heroes.)
While his consciousness was wobbly, Xiao Six entrusted his hopes to the two of them. Literally, throw away your life as a pawn.
And the boy who had been entrusted stood up.
Now, looking at the battle between the guards and Xiao Liu, the fifteen royal men continued to move their legs while exhaling roughly. I can't stop shaking. I don't feel it. I don't know how to walk standing on the ground. If I lose my mind, I will fall down immediately.
Such a figure of the fifteen would be cut off and discarded if it was not enough for anyone to see. Until then, Fifteen was weaker than anyone else on the battlefield. Even the official guards ignored the existence of the 15-year-old who walked slowly.
Nevertheless, it is impossible for the steps of the Fifteen to stop. As soon as I noticed the turtle-like progress, I was a few steps away from my destination.
"Just... a little bit more..."
While his consciousness was diminishing, the words exchanged with his late father, Akechi Mitsuhide, were clearly resurrected in his mind.
It was a beautiful full moon shining on that day.
[Okay, fifteen baht. As Sun Tzu said, a soldier becomes a wanderer. Even if there is a difference in fighting power between the two sides, battle is not determined only by the Law of Attack. Pulls out information, spreads rumors, abbreviates enemy generals, places ambushers, devises strategies, and deceives enemies. Okay, battle is a trick. How do you poke outside the opponent's consciousness? It determines how much soldiers and supplies you consume. However, no matter how bright the victory, it would be a mistake to cause extra damage to allies. If you don't have enough generals to lead your troops, focus on the details of the battle rather than the good looks.]
[Yes! I will study a lot and train a lot, and one day I will surely become a fine samurai who drops the castle brilliantly with less damage from his enemies like my father!]
[Haha, as long as it's reliable]
My father stroked my head with joy.
My father was proud of me. It was a master of the warlords. A master of planning and plotting for Hinomoto. My father gives me time to teach. That little time was, above all, a treasure.
That's why I remember every word and every sentence of the teachings of that time.
[Fifteen: remember that there are in this world men of power. The strongest stand-alone force to turn the tide. I don't want to admit it, but there is an irrationality that breaks the solution at will....... Kenshin Uesugi, a military god who claimed to be the incarnation of Kashamonten and won numerous battles. The original Nagasaki Kobe was feared by Wakako, who slaughtered his enemies one after another in the first battle. Honda Tadakatsu, who had never been injured by a single hand wound, only bleeds back into his body. Tachihana-do Snow, who was named the god of thunder, slashed the thunder. Unbeatable for life, Tsukahara preached that he was a god of swords.... everyone has left behind an anecdote they didn't think people would have made. Normal riders won't be able to beat them in a single fight.]
[So, let's give up...?]
[No, that's not true. We need to take action. If you can't win by yourself, you can enclose more than one. You can use your geography to help your enemies use their power to the fullest. A winner is a person who wins a quarrel with a confronted one. Deceive your enemies and surprise them to win. Instead of lamenting your weakness, use it to go outside your opponent's consciousness.]
[Instead of mourning for weakness...?]
[That's right. No matter how many people encircle you, you must be vigilant. That proportion will be as much as the strong. Conversely, the alertness of the weak is infinitely weaker. You can get out of your consciousness. If we can pierce that gap and wound the enemy, it will be a viable route to victory.]
My father put his hand on my shoulder and gazed at me.
[Okay, fifteen baht. You have neither the strength nor the talent to dominate a situation by yourself. No matter how much you train from now on, your martial arts skills will be less than your regular warlords. But do not stop lamenting its weakness, but have a strong heart that will not give up till the end. Instantly, train your intelligence so that you can do your best.... I'm sure that someday you'll truly understand my father's words. Until then, I'll never forget it.]
[...... Yes!!]
Correct your posture and carve your father's words into your chest. Until then, don't forget...
Finally, the fifteen men who had arrived at their destination reached their knees and picked up their bows and arrows.
"The soldier becomes a daoist. Instead of lamenting our weaknesses, we have the opportunity to surprise our enemies.... my father, fifteen, he remembered my father's teachings. I'm sure this is the time.”
With a short exhale, I grabbed the arrow and pulled the bow. Gradually, the sound is getting farther away, and the world that is reflected in the view slowly flows.
(No one has seen it. I haven't noticed. A pure white world for only one person)
Despite the fact that he was visiting the territory for the first time, for some reason, the mind of the fifteen ranchers kept its normal state of mind. I was convinced. I was born for this time.
"Actually, I was just a little dissatisfied." They say they don't have the talent for martial arts.... with me, one man. As a drawer of Mr. Gen's blood, he admired the mysterious killer of his legend, Yoshimitsu-san, and such fine samurai as Yoshimitsu-san, the great hero of the Genpei Battle. "
Stabilize the center of gravity with one knee and shake your courage with spinning words. A tattered body. An immature spirit. I think he's quite a hero.
"Father... please help me."...... I can put all my heart into this arrow. "
Flooded with light.
There are many thoughts on his back.
"I don't want honor. I don't even want to give back my clan's stigma. However, if the days of tranquillity are to come to all the people who live in this Hinomoto, if we can see the sight of it, then we will suffice. That's all I get for it.... that's why I won't allow anyone to block that wish!"
The boy is not a hero. There is no superhuman power, no patronage of the gods, and no brain that can only develop Hinomoto over decades.
But he had a braver heart than anyone else. When everyone is about to give up and stop, he can still shake his tears and move forward.
He who cleaves the way. A beacon of light.
Crying and laughing. Sometimes you get angry, and if you get pushed around by a sexy girl, you'll blush and lie face down. He is a man of all ages.
But he won't give up. No matter how many times I lose, I get up. We continue to resist everybody's wishes if we don't want to betray our expectations. Even in the face of mighty enemies, he will stand in front of the people to be defended again and again.
The brave, the pure-hearted. And those who persevere, rising up again and again.
― ― People call it a brave man.
A true hero is always among the weak.
"Wear the evil of peace!" Wear evil that does not want the world of Taiping! It is the crystallization of a wish for a restful day! Take it, traitor Kuroda Guardian. This is the crystal of thoughts that people have spun!! Let 'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Growling.
Along with a tremendous discharge of light, an arrow with a heart full of people's wishes slashed through the air.
There is nothing that stands in the way of it.
The arrow that ran through the sky pierced the right eye of the guards.