Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

The famous objects of the Azuchi-Momoyama era, the first phase, is the highest masterpiece of Yoshimitsu Awataguchi, and it also represents the most glorious reflection of this era.

The tachi that this Zhen had collected successively for Oda Nobunaga and Toyotomi Hideyoshi seemed to be a representative of the people of the world, and whoever it was, began to call him "Tianxia Yishin".

It means "unique treasure in the world".

When this Shintachi was sent to Oda's house, Saburo had just returned from General Yoshiaki Ashikaga in Kyoto.

Yaken Toshiro, in a neat military uniform, was standing at the door waiting. Such an out-of-fit attire did not attract strange attention from others, or they did not see this dashing young man at all.

Fu Sangshen is equivalent to the existence of gods. It is not impossible for people without spiritual power to see them, but it is more difficult. Of course, any existence can be revealed on a bloody battlefield, but usually...

Saburo got off his horse, saw Yaoyan, and asked in surprise, "Is Xiaotian here?"

Yao Yan bowed to him calmly: "Yes, madam arrived in the afternoon, because you have already gone to the general's mansion, so no one reported it."

When the word "Madam" was mentioned, there was a painful pause in Yaoken's tone.

Saburo stroked his chin: "Oh——"

The hairs of the retainers next to Saburo were about to stand on end. They looked around in horror, but they didn't find anyone. So, who is Lord Nobunaga talking to?

There is obviously a piece of air ahead! !

Hori Hidemasa put his hand on the handle of the knife on his waist with a livid face, and looked vigilantly at the place where Nobunaga's eyes fell. Is there anything there?Is it a ghost or something?Will it pose a threat to Nobunaga?How to kill?

Shibata Katsue's tiger eyes were wide open, and his impatient personality couldn't wait to wait and see what happened like Hori Hidemasa. He stretched out his arms and wanted to protect Nobunaga behind him-in any case, someone stopping in front would always help him. Mr. Nobunaga, buy some time, shall we?

Saburo was completely unaware of the rich psychological activities of the retainers behind him, and turned to ask Akechi Mitsuhide who was watching calmly: "Xiaoguang, by the way, has Xiaotian been collecting swords recently?"

Wait--Xiao Tian?Who is that?

All the retainers who didn't know the real identity of his wife began to look at each other again. Lord Nobunaga often couldn't remember his name, and it was common to give people other titles, but where did this "Little Heaven" come from?Never heard of it!

It seems that Mr. Nobunaga is still very familiar with him.

Shibata Katsuie didn't have a big reaction to this, he was just a general, he just cared about fighting, and he couldn't care about his lord's personal friendship.

Hori Hidemasa on one side was struck by a bolt from the blue.

He is Nobunaga's valet, and has always been Nobunaga's valet. What is the name of the maid next to Nobunaga, what is the name of the maid's husband, and he knows what the cats raised by the maid's daughter like to eat. As for Nobunaga He is even more familiar with the affairs around the public——

This is his professionalism that he is proud of!

——On the power of fans.

but!His professionalism was challenged!Just today!

Hidemasa Hori frantically turned the motor in his brain, recalling the color of a broken teacup that Nobunaga used to hide in his hippocampus six years ago, but he couldn't remember who this "Xiaotian" was!

The sky is falling apart!The mountains and rivers are pale!

Hori Hidemasa's face turned green.

Mitsuhide Akechi could tell what he was thinking just by glancing at him. He also had complicated senses about this handsome valet who didn't look like a martial artist. Bar……

Although I am very happy to have the same idol, but this fan is not a bit...

To be reasonable, who would stay up in the middle of the night and sit outside the lord's house with an idiotic smile on his face and stare at the door!

Akechi Mitsuhide was almost scared to death when he happened to pass by.

So the lord is indeed too charming... He thought about it, and his heart was full of pride, and when he looked at Saburo, there was a smile in his eyes: "It's like this, that..."

As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Hori Hidemasa not squinting at his pricked ears, squinting his eyes: "...His Highness seems to like swords very much recently, and has already acquired many works by Yoshimitsu Awataguchi."

Hori Hidemasa turned his head and gave him a hard look, half-talking people are the worst!

So who is that "Little Heaven"?

Akechi Mitsuhide: Hehe, I won’t tell you, please beg me~

Please I won't tell you either.

It's for your own good not to tell you. Thinking of the collapse of his heart when he knew the truth, he looked at Hori Hidemasa with kindness in his eyes.

Hidemasa Hori: Why is it suddenly so cold.

The nervous Saburo didn't know that the retainers were directly undercurrents. He crossed his waist and thought for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands, startling the unsuspecting people behind him: "Awataguchi Yoshimitsu? Speaking of which, is Asakura's family the only one?" Have this? That old man seems to have shown off in front of me many times."

Akechi Mitsuhide coughed lightly: "Although it is indeed very old...but you can't just say it at the door like this?"

Saburo looked at his most trusted friend in surprise: "I can't tell, Xiaoguang, you have such an attribute!"

Akechi Mitsuhide: Attribute?What's this?

But after getting along for a long time, he has learned to selectively ignore these new words: "What do you mean?"

Sanlang stretched his waist and strode forward: "Since Xiaotian likes these, then ask the Asakura family if they can give me the knife."

A group of retainers: Wait, you don't mean to ask for it directly like this, do you?

Saburo really meant to ask for it directly.

Oh, and of course, a box of Owari's signature tea sets was also given away as an exchange item.

The words written in the letter are very straightforward. I heard that you have a sword forged by Shin Awataguchi Yoshimitsu. It is very famous. My wife likes to collect swords very much recently. Let’s discuss it. How about you give me the sword?I don't want you for nothing, here, these tea sets are given to you, you're welcome.

As a matter of course, Asakura Yoshikage was about to be overwhelmed by this letter.

What did Oda Nobunaga say!

Yiqi Yizhen is a famous thing among famous things, even if it is mentioned in such a contemptuous tone, it is even necessary to give a knife to a woman!This is an insult to the sword!An insult to the samurai!It is an insult to the Asakura family!He wants to kill that arrogant Owari fool!

No, Oda Nobunaga is not such a brainless person. He must have other intentions in writing this letter. The current strength of the Asakura family is not inferior to that of the Oda family. Said that there could be no consequence other than to irritate him.

Oda Nobunaga would not be ignorant of this, so why did he write such a letter?

Asakura Yoshikage's anger when he saw the letter had calmed down and turned into a deeper anger.

What if Oda Nobunaga just wanted to provoke him?

correct!That makes sense!

It must be that Oda Nobunaga wanted to attack the Asakura family, but because he didn't have a good reason, he used such a letter to anger him. If he sent troops to Owari in a fit of anger, it would just give Oda Nobunaga a reason to fight back ?If he hadn't sent troops, then Oda Nobunaga hadn't lost anything, at most he was wasting the effort of writing a letter.

Anything asking for a sword is a lie!

Oda Nobunaga, what a deep thought, what a vicious method!

Saburo: what?No, I'm not, I haven't.

Asakura Yoshikage thought he had seen through Oda Nobunaga's strategy, and he couldn't help laughing smugly. Sure enough, he was still a young child. Although he used frequent tricks, he was still no match for an experienced wise man!

There is also a lot of inner drama.

Then, after seeing through this strategy, you have to think about how to crack it.

Asakura Yoshikage thought about it all night, and then he slapped the table. Since Oda Nobunaga did this, then he will use his plan!

Send Yiqi Yijin over to make him think that the Asakura family has succumbed to his force, and then take the opportunity to raise troops and defeat Oda Nobunaga!

Anyone would want to get involved in such a beautiful thing, especially General Ashikaga, who has been dissatisfied with the excessive power of the Oda family for a long time. As long as he can get their support, it will be too easy to carve up the power of Oda Nobunaga up!

So the final conclusion is to give the first issue to Nobunaga Oda.

Saburo: I don't understand why you think so much, anyway, I still have to give the knife to me in the end.

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A long time ago, when this country was still in the days of war, the sword became a symbol of their spirit.

The Five Swords of the World, which were originally represented by swords, fell silent one after another, and those long-standing allusions and legends were also buried, and more swords became famous because of people.

But one strike is different.

Awataguchi Yoshimitsu seems to have vaguely known the glorious future of this vibrating sword when he forged it. He endowed this vibrating knife with the most elegant and sharp shape, endowed it with the icy sharpness like the shining water on a sunny day, and endowed it with the sound of the first strings. The grace and beauty of that moment.

One phase and one vibration are different. Its birth is like the reflection in the flames of the war, the most magnificent and beautiful era after Heian. The magnificent, cruel, and bloody skin hides the most brilliant brilliance. Its blade The following is the courage of the warriors to charge the battle, and the redness in the corners of the eyes of the women in power.

So it was named Tianxia Yizheng.

The only one in the world, the only one that shakes the sword.

When Yuan Shigemitsu got the first issue, it was raining outside the window, and the very fine raindrops, soft and dense, fell on the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.

He has the habit of taking a nap, and he doesn't like to keep people around during the nap, so Yaoyan took his younger brothers who had just arrived to go out to play. Yuan Shigemitsu never ignored them. Anyway, as Fusangshen, it was no one else who wanted to come and go Visible.

He spread a thin layer of bamboo mat on the porch, lay there in the cool spring breeze, and soon fell asleep.

In his dream, there are gorgeous and coquettish ukiyo-e paintings of the Heian period, and the season when the ghosts walk at night, the little monk with a lantern kicked, tapped, walked past him, and passed under his umbrella.

He looked at the umbrella that appeared in his hand in a daze, as if he saw a crescent moon, but also as if he saw nothing.

"Ah, you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time."

A laughing voice came from behind him, and there was a low sigh in the voice.

He hesitated and turned back slowly, and saw a handsome man standing not far away, smiling at him.

very familiar, very familiar...

But, can't remember.

He looked up at the umbrella in his hand again, wondering, where did the umbrella come from?Who is this guy?No, no, who is he?

He shook his head, surprised to find that his mind was empty.

Where is this place?

He had no choice but to continue to look at the person who approached at some point in front of him.

The young man was wearing a dark blue safari suit, with delicate golden rice lotus tassels hanging from the sleeves. He groaned lightly and ethereally as he moved. He smiled slightly, obviously like the bright moon in the sky, but he laughed The appearance, but it seems to be detached from everything in the world, full of tolerance and free and easy temperament.

"Don't you remember me?"

There is a crescent moon in those dark blue gradient pupils, like the sky from midnight to dawn, lofty and ethereal.

He moved closer, their noses almost touching.

He doesn't speak, should he say anything?But he doesn't know.

So the young man smiled disappointedly: "That's it, even though I know it's probably going to be like this, but I'm still very sad." He said sadly, but his eyes were full of genuine smiles like luxuriant flowers, as if as long as he saw him, What a joy it is.

The young man stretched out his hand to him. Wearing a black caged hand and glove, the hand had clear knuckles and slender fingers. Just by looking at the shape, one could feel the beauty of a work of art.

He stretched out his hand tentatively, and the young man waited patiently for him. When their hands finally touched, he suddenly felt a little cold.

This coldness is a little uncomfortable for him who is lazy now, but he resists letting go of this hand from the bottom of his heart.

He pursed his lips and held that hand back harder as if struggling.

The young man looked at him indulgently: "Let's go."

They walked forward slowly with umbrellas, maple leaves and cherry blossoms, mixed with frost and snow.

They walked like this, and passed a magnificent palace, with bamboo curtains hanging on the corridor, and behind the curtain, there were shadows of women in twelve singles, and the young people in front of the corridor were drinking wine alone, with gorgeous swords beside them;

They passed the flat road, and the next step was the thatched hut by the field. The spring water was gurgling, and the tea room was full of fragrance. Half the door was opened, revealing a young man with light blond short hair who was holding a cup of tea in a daze. Staring at the opposite side, the sight seems to be caring for the treasure in the heart, and the amber eyes are full of blurred fireworks and flashy years;

The cherry blossoms in the courtyard are covered with clouds, and the floating pink is like a grand dream. The drizzle wets the falling petals.

He looked up at the cherry tree, and the young man beside him also stopped: "Are you tired?"

He shook his head, and finally said the first sentence in a long time: "I know you."

The crescent moon in the eyes of the young man is floating, like a god looking at his believers, or like a wandering traveler meeting his beloved: "Ah, I am very satisfied to hear you say that."

The young man let go of his hand: "Although you are powerful, human beings cannot stay in the dreamland for long, and it is time to go back."

He looked at his hands: "Why can't you stay for a long time?"

The young man looked back tenderly: "This is the territory of the gods. It hides the most obscure selfish desires and deepest desires of the gods. If you stay too long, you will be discovered, hidden, and robbed by the gods..."

He was a little puzzled: "God... will it be like this?"

The young man looked up at the bright moon in the sky: "When there is no heart, of course not."

The crescent-shaped eyes reflected the person in front of him: "However, someone bestows a heart on a god, and then there will be pain, sadness, joy, nostalgia, and madness."

"Then what is the difference between such a god and human beings? Once you have a heart, you will love, long to catch the person opposite, long for that person to satisfy all your selfish/desires..." A deep sigh fluttered in the wind , "If you can't get it, how painful it is..."

He just listened, shivering at the deep whine in the words.

The young man murmured: "Look, Mingyue was dragged down from the kingdom of heaven."

Following his words, the sky suddenly became extremely dark and full, and the silent bright moon in the sky trembled, trembling, unexpectedly——

—falling from the sky!

The thin moonlight actually burst out with blazing light like the sun, getting closer and closer to the ground, and the silver light almost melted everything.

"With such paranoia, is the god still a god?"

The young man still stood there calmly, so he didn't move. Facing the strong moonlight, he just blinked his eyes.

The moment his eyes closed, the light disappeared, and when he opened them, everything was still the same.

Maple leaves and cherry blossoms flutter and fall, bluestone bricks are covered with frost and snow, vermilion arch bridges and night walks of ghosts.

The stone lanterns on the side of the road were lit one by one, emitting a warm orange light, which shone on the young man's dark blue hunting clothes, as if covered with a thin layer of gauze.

The young man's eyes curled up with a smile: "You are leaving, don't worry, I will be here watching you."

He seemed to be taking steps, but he didn't seem to be moving, but the surrounding scenery was gradually blurring away, the bright and ancient vermilion and frosty white faded like wallpaper peeling off, only the young man's beautiful appearance remained the same, he held an umbrella in his hand, With a gentle smile on his face, he watched him off.

He was suddenly puzzled, why are you smiling?Obviously, it feels like he should want to cry...

His figure dissipated like the mist in the water, and the smiling young man remained motionless.

You see, in front of the one you love deeply, what can even a god do?

But, I will hold an umbrella for you when you come;

When you go, smile and watch.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah little angels, you are so cute and gentle, I was about to cry when I saw the row of love you below the comments... ah!Feel the fire inside!It feels like you can code words to the end of time!It feels like it can be changed by [-] every day! [not]

You guys are so gentle, really [biting the quilt and crying]

I just said that my little angels are the best little angels, even the little witches who chase after me for a car are also the best little witches... [This does not mean that I will drive for you! 】

When I meet you, I think about longevity.

[-] words... It’s a fat stamp~ I’ll continue to update tomorrow, and I’ll show you the Yizheng of the World. Yes, it’s not the Yizheng of the first issue after the burning of Osaka Castle, but the most proud and calm Yixia of the World.

The last words are also my confession to you~ [cover your face and run away]

Thank you little angels for your love ~ let me roll in the love of little angels!Sanming came to pull me, I can't afford it~

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