The Space Fortress That Came to the Sengoku Era

Side: a long time ago

How difficult and deep history is. I look at the matchmark in front of me and think again. It's something we didn't even imagine.

"I think we should give it back to the public, but do you think?

"One doesn't mind that. Where Kuyuan's merchants alone are jealous and resentful. If you get your hands on something like this, there will only be more enemies."

"Awkward monks don't mind that either. The Ouchi family is over. I think it's muscle to give back."

As it was, Mr. Lung Guang briefed me lightly on the trade in consideration, and at the end of the day, Mr. Yoshio looked around and expressed his opinion.

Shin-soo understood that he was out of hand from the profit and loss account, and he has no objection to letting go. Mr. Lung Guang doesn't seem to be willing to use it himself. I'm in a position to point to the succession of the Ouchi family.

"As a homeowner, today's intensive trade is enough. Again, the continent is a cautious opponent. Deep entry can cause unexpected troubles."

And I was horrified. I'm sure it's profitable because it's not commercial. Nevertheless, if we use the rights of the Foot Ripper, we will be resented for appearing to have a monopoly on trade, no matter what we think.

We don't get slapped in the current situation because we do it all on our own. It's bad that that premise collapses.

"You should have burned me at the Da Ning Temple."

As Mr. Lung Guang went down, he became the four men in law, Shinsu, and Me and Melty. Shinsu muttered with an indescribable face as she looked at the coincidence.

I can't help Suwa, Oda, or Kuyuan for a reason earlier. Well, I don't mind if I prepare an offering to the Emperor of Ming, but if I get involved too much, I risk discovering my identity.

"What if the guardian is in a public position?

"I might use it if I want to rule the heavens myself. Isn't it the way to hell to wait first, though? Is there hardly anyone who can trust the public anymore? I might pretend I didn't know what to do. Even we don't know each other well. The others don't know much more. I see an elephant fool pushing at me for money."

Fu and I had asked the brother-in-law for his opinion on the matchmark. I wanted to know. What do people in a noble capacity think?

Yoshihui will be in trouble, too. You might say it's on me, but that's troublesome. That's the only way to explain it in advance.

Hexagonal, Trinity, Asakura. It is conceivable to give it somewhere to be used. But wherever I get it, I think it's just a disturbance. It's not necessarily that the person you get for it will thank Yoshihui and pledge allegiance.

Happy or unhappy, Yoshihui will be coming to Ozhang as Kikumaru-kun in a few days. I guess it's best to keep it a secret until then.

"Wow. It's not like the damage to the wild."

Me and Melty, who left Tsingzhou Castle, came to see the sports park. Indoor facilities, such as shooting ranges, were safe because they were not submerged in rally areas and bow ranges, but outdoor stadiums and the like were supposed to have submerged as playgrounds.

Nonetheless, the traces are not as good as they are. Instead of driftwood, we don't even have mud or stone. Surprise.

"Everyone worked hard for me. The samurai at the martial arts tournament took the lead."

Right. Has everyone worked for me? I didn't expect the militant samurai to join the Instruction themselves. There are many samurai who do not participate because there is a perception that even if they plow their own fields, the incumbents are part of the tax.

It would still be the neighborhood kids. He picks up the stone around the arena and finishes cleaning it up.

"I knew you didn't need it. That."

"If it's Ogi right now, he'll probably lose a lot of time and resent you for your wages."

I have my ministers and my escorts around me and Melty. I can't use the word "matchmark" just in case. That's what's on my mind, though.

Nor is it a substitute for not being able to use it at all. Ceramics and the like would want enough to get their hands out of their throats. If the act of subordination is light and even the warlords of the warring nations conjure up their families, it is even worse.

But that's not what I want you to do. We have what we need for the Spur and Oda families. There's really nothing you can't get unless it's from the continent.

Really, living is complicated and difficult.

SIDE: Julia

"There, the sides are sweet!

This is a dojo in Qingzhou Castle. The people who work in the castle train every day to encourage martial arts.

The martial arts tournament is also close, and contestants from all over the Oda family have come to join forces recently.

Dojo now uses bamboo knives. Wooden knives are common in these days, but that will hurt you. Even though many samurai have never learned decent martial arts. It is no exaggeration to say that the experience gained in the field is mainstream.

I also have an identity to learn martial arts. Especially if you are also a swordsmith in Tsukahara Sensei's class. Some people teach by opening a dojo in town and collecting a wide range of gatekeepers, but Ozhang is mostly why there are half a farm samurai. Most of them have a good flow.

Regardless, that's not bad. You can win. End of story. It's more about living than martial arts.

Nevertheless, there are rules for martial arts competitions, which are not the same as the killings at the mercy of power. You need moves to win.

"Oh, young lady. That's unusual."

A young man came when he was encouraging martial arts around the youth.

"I'll ask you to come with me. I thought you were just sitting there."

Exactly, the surrounding area also stops and refrains, but the young man holds the bamboo knife that he wants to practice himself when he tells him to continue immediately.

Because I work at the table at Tsingzhou Castle. Maybe we should let them build desks and chairs. I also tell the civilian population to move their bodies around with regular breaks, but the work is on the table.

"Atashi will deal with you."

Have the minister who refrains bring his protective equipment. Many of the men say it's okay to unprotected, but Atashi wears boulders. But if you don't, it's because they can't really hit anybody. It's troublesome to be great.

"... Coming"

"Fine."

Soon the center of the dojo opens. The young man standing in front of the Atashi is not wearing protective gear. No hesitation. What is it? I can't remember without pain. That's what they think.

I shake a bamboo knife that I gripped with both hands and it packs the distance all at once. You just learned some decent martial arts, and you're not like those self-styled people out there.

But...

"Whoa!"

Interment. One of the key elements in martial arts. Sorry, but the grasp of time is a little sweet. Not even a few centimeters. The discrepancy between them becomes a gap.

A voice rose from around him as he struck his small hand to send the bamboo knife back.

"Um, still good. When you do it with Julia, you have the horror of feeling slashed."

The young man was sweating at a few moments. You can't shy away from skill just to save your physical abilities for people. Besides, I've come to this day and age to learn.

A life-threatening battle. That's what Atashi learned in this day and age. I really punched in with the intention of slashing him. The young man wants it.

I'm not in a position to get ahead of myself already. But he wants to feel like he's cutting ahead. I guess it's the obsession of a young man born and raised as a samurai.

"I was on my way to my father earlier in a rare and rushed manner by a horse and Melty, you know what?

When he made some adjustments, the young man put down the bamboo knife and spoke about the command with a slight concern.

"Well. I'll be here all day."

Is something wrong? I really don't. Well, there's Melty. There's no problem.