Nobunaga looked very anxious and urged everyone to set off.
Yagi Xuesai also felt that it would be a waste to stay in this desolate ruins all the time, so he agreed.
Artoria Matsudaira obeyed him, and Yaeko Zaga was a mercenary and wouldn't say much.
Anyway, the four of them were all servants. They didn’t need to eat or sleep, so there was no problem in traveling all night. So, they drove day and night. Although there were no horses, they used the foot power of the servants who didn’t need to rest. They drove for three days in a row.
Not much worse than horses.
Especially during the Warring States Period in Japan, there were no particularly excellent horse breeds. Maybe they might as well go faster than followers.
Along the way, we encountered some minor frictions and episodes. In summary, we helped the farmers (nobu) drive away the wild animals (the nobu wearing a tiger hood), and sent away the robbers who blocked the road (the nobu with a scar on his face). That's about it.
.It smells like an old-fashioned RPG. It’s very strong.
The four followers hurried through the journey and finally arrived in Kyoto, which is called [Luodu] in Japan.
Seeing the tall wall, Yagi Xuezai almost cried.
It’s not easy, I finally saw the city again...
"nobu! no—nobu!"
"I knew it!"
Yagi Xuezai was no longer able to complain.
It seems that this broken singularity, except for the heroic spirits and Chaldean people, are all these things that can only scream nobunobu.
Luodu was no exception. Nobu held a ceremonial spear in his hand and stopped several people who were about to enter, and then there was a series of nobu...
What the hell is this!
Yagi Sekssai was unable to complain, and could only show an extremely bitter expression, close to crying.
Can't you give me something new?
I’m tired of seeing this thing!
"What, how dare you question me!"
I don’t know why, but Oda Nobunaga seemed to be able to communicate with them normally. Maybe the other party said something about suspecting her to be a suspicious person and not allowing her to enter the city? Nobunaga narrowed his red eyes, bent down, and was like butting a cow.
Staring at the nobu creature that was only one meter tall.
"nobunobunobu!"
"I don't care! Anyway, I just want to go in today!"
"Nobu, nobunononobu!"
"Don't make any noise."
Just when one person and one nobu (?) were arguing in two languages, suddenly a calm male voice came from inside the city gate.
Following the sound, I saw a man wearing a red feather fabric with his hands in his sleeves and braided hair, looking like a downtrodden warrior, walking out. The feather fabric on his body was obviously a precious fabric, and it could be seen everywhere that it was of high value.
However, this person's actions really... make people feel... a bit... well... indescribable... desolate!
I always feel like he is some kind of lowly person who was forcibly robbed of the identity of an official!
"I, Ashikaga Kojiro, am only a general of the shogunate who conquered the barbarians."
"You've already become a general, so what's wrong with you!!!"
Oda Nobunaga couldn't hold it back and roared out.
The shogun was equivalent to the supreme leader of the samurai of that era. He was probably equivalent to the minister of defense, right? Needless to say, the person who named him must have been the great general of that era, Ashikaga Yoshiteru, who was nicknamed the Swordsman General.
Sasaki Kojiro is also a swordsman, so he was probably chosen because of this... I feel like this unique point is becoming more and more random!!
"Kyoto is the place we protect. Unknown ronin samurai must not be allowed to enter at will. But——"
The visitor's voice changed and a calm smile appeared on his lips: "It would be different if he was a samurai recognized by the general."
"Then how can I be recognized by you?"
Nobunaga's question made Yagi Xuesai's heart skip a beat, and he subconsciously said, "Do you want us to compete with you in swordsmanship?"
"exactly."
Sure enough, despite assuming the identity of Ashikaga Yoshiteru, Kojiro is still the same Kojiro.
I am a swordsman who only wants to compete with swords.
"Then, then, then I will challenge you!"
Matsudaira Artoria suddenly pulled out the golden sword from her waist. She seemed to feel the strong swordsman aura of Kojiro, right? She was trembling all over.
"Haha, if you want to challenge us, it would be more interesting to be a forbearing tiger cub than a trembling lion cub."
Among the people present, there were only two who wielded swords. Needless to say, this lion cub must be Artoria, and this tiger cub was him.
This evaluation made him very proud - it was quite exciting to be called a young tiger by the swordsman.
"Artoria Matsudaira, lend me this sword."
He took the golden sword from her hand. It was a little different in size from the Sword of Victory, but it was quite easy to use.
Among his swordsmanship teachers, there are those who use swords and shields, those who use big swords, those who use one-handed swords, and those who use samurai swords. Each one has his or her own style and method, but this also has an advantage, that is, at the same time
Yagi Xuezai, who has been baptized by so many complicated paths, is able to master these types of weapons proficiently.
After swinging the sword a few times, Yagi Seksai confirmed the feel, nodded, and signaled Kojiro to use the sword.
Ashikaga Kojiro drew out the long sword from his back. It was still the terrifyingly long katana.
Japan has no problem calling it a clothes drying pole.
"Come on, monkey! Beat him, beat him! After you beat him, I will give you a reward! Give you a new name!"
Nobunaga, in line with the entertainment spirit of not being too big when watching the excitement, and not being afraid of the big fire when watching from the other side, watched and cheered on the side, feeling like he was watching a monkey show.
This made Artoria Matsudaira feel that she was being disrespected. She was a little angry and tried her best to cheer for her respected teacher: "Come on, Mr. Yukisai! We must beat him!"
Zaga Yaezi was speechless, as if she felt it was troublesome. She sighed and said: "If you fight, it's best to kill them. Otherwise, I will still have to treat your injuries while you are still alive. Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?!"
Regardless of what these people say, Yagi Xuezai is not in such a mood right now.
Although Kojiro was just standing in front of him with a sword, the arrogant swordsman pressure coming from his body was no joke.
A normal Kojiro is like a stream or a lake, calm, natural and not scary.
The singularity of Ashikaga Kojiro is probably due to the fusion of the shogun. His whole figure is like a waterfall or a whirlpool. Just looking at it from a distance makes you feel in awe. The closer you get, the more terrifying the pressure becomes.
Taking a deep breath, feeling the magic power transmitted by his heart, and recalling Sasaki Kojiro's style and habits when he fought with him several times, Yagi Yukisai picked up the golden sword with one hand, roared in his mouth, turned his steps, and handed it to him with his wrist.
He came out, pulled the golden sword, turned into a golden lightning, aimed at Kojiro's throat and stabbed it!
This first move is a fatal move! Yagi Xuesai doesn't pay attention to what's right!
"Oh, are you so serious? Well, that's what it has to be."