[Touken Ranbu] Mrs. Oda Nobunaga

"It's so cute..." Oda Guidie held a cup of tea in his hand, sat in the corridor with a smile on his face and looked at the group of short knives and ribs playing in the courtyard, and murmured in a low voice uncontrollably.

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Oh, not all, there is also a big sword mixed in it - Yingwan.

Every time Hotaru was held in her arms and patted her head, she would act coquettishly dissatisfied: "Madam, don't touch it anymore! If you touch it again, you won't grow taller!"

Although Oda Guicho knew in his heart that Fusangshen's figure would probably not change, he didn't say anything to hit Hotaru, but subdued in a low voice:

"Yes, yes, my fault, I won't touch Hotaru's head from now on."

"...Actually, you can touch it too." Yingwan was not happy when he heard Guidie's promise to him, but puffed up a little bit, hugging the waist of the woman in front of her, and said indistinctly, burying her face on her body.

The woman with loving eyes listened to the immature voice of the boy with short silver hair, and her heart felt numb. She gently touched his head again, then knelt down and kissed his cheek.

Yingwan's face turned red due to shyness, but she refused to let go of her hand, and was even more tired in Guidie's arms.

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Mikami Tsukimune and Umaru, who were sitting next to Oda Kiecho, heard her murmuring by virtue of Fusangshen's extraordinary ear power.

Sanri Yuezong continued to drink tea with a smile on his face, as if he didn't hear it.Only the eyes with the crescent moon occasionally glanced unintentionally at the woman beside him, which showed that he was not as indifferent as he appeared.

Sitting next to Mikazuki Zong, Yingmaru took a sip from the teacup while admiring the gorgeous cherry blossoms blooming in the garden, thinking about the performance of the two of them in his heart without any disturbance, focusing on his wife.

The woman who was being observed by these two Fu Sangshen didn't notice that her tea friend was observing her at all. She just fulfilled her promise to the most beautiful knife beside her - drinking a cup of tea with him every day.

Although Sanriyue Zongjin once suggested that his wife does not need to force herself, as long as she can spend more time with him, an old man who needs love and care.Of course she refused, it was just a cup of tea, and it would be gone after a few sips, not to mention that you can drink tea with wagashi.

There is a very strange thing, she doesn't like the bitter taste of tea, but likes tea-flavored food, such as wagashi, ice cream and so on, so she and the two Yingwans have quite a common language in this respect.

Oda Guicho is very good at tasting tea with Yingmaru. After all, tea tasting is also a skill she had to learn when she was in the boudoir. In that era, the upper class admired elegance. In order to better integrate into that era, she also fell Hard labor... Although it is useless after marrying Nobunaga, it has not been forgotten.

The woman's eyes chased those children's knives obsessively, liking, loving, longing... all kinds of feelings lingered in her heart, and her eyes were complicated and unspeakable.

But this can't trouble the knives who have been refined for thousands of years, it's just that the two deep-minded Fu Sangshen concealed it very well.

The idea of ​​Oda Guicho was only noticed by Mikazuki Sokami and Umaru at first, and later by all the knives in Honmaru.

This depends on the progress of the battlefield. Oda Guicho doesn't care about Honmaru's affairs, because she has a high degree of freedom and does not have to report to anyone, and the swords are unwilling to make her tired, taking care of everything, especially the battlefield aspect.

If she revealed this intention even a little bit, she would be dissuaded by the swordsmen, especially Hasebe, who had the most violent reaction, and Gui Die never mentioned that she wanted to go to the battlefield.

The swords collectively concealed from her the fact that they had already arrived at Nobunaga's battlefield. On the one hand, they worried that his wife would rush to the battlefield excitedly and get injured, and on the other hand, it was their own selfishness.

Even Jiang Xuezuowen, Shuzhumaru Hengji and other indifferent swordsmen acquiesced to conceal things.

But Daojian Fusangshen knew that paper could not cover fire, and it was impossible to keep it a secret, so they agreed to wait for their level to reach the highest level, and they would be more than enough to defeat Jian Fei before confessing to his wife.

The swords wanted to slow down the battlefield, but they didn't want Madam to think they were incompetent.

In this kind of entanglement, facing the enemy will often arouse your bloodthirsty instinct. After cleaning up the enemy, you will find that there is no delay. At this time, you will blame yourself in your heart. Why don’t you get hurt? .

But it will still be the same next time, and it will repeat itself, a vicious circle.

――The day of confession will come soon.

Token Fusangshen's eyes first focused on the Oda group, and the eyes of the Oda group looked around, and they all gathered on the different pupil Fusangshen with cherry pink long hair.

Zong San Zuowen's forehead twitched with blue veins.

Sanriyue Zongjin half-hid his face with his wide sleeves, and opened his mouth first: "Hahaha, Zong San, Madam trusts you the most, so it's better for you to say it." At the end, he sighed half-truthfully: "It's a pity that Madam doesn't trust me the most, otherwise I would have gone."

Yaken Toshiro and Yakiri Hasebe looked sincerely: "Please, Sosan-san."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Although life needs to be frightened, but this opportunity will be given to you, you don't need to thank me."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada smiled awkwardly, his eyes wandered, and he changed the subject: "Tonight I will be the cherry blossom shrimp that my wife loves, and Sosan-san also loves it, right, haha..."

... Fudo Xingguang had already seen that the situation was not good, and he was drunk and slept beside him, as if he was dead.

How thick-skinned... You guys... Humph!

The corners of Zong San Zuowen raised his mouth, made a complacent and disdainful expression, and said in a weak tone: "Yes, I am the one who makes Madam trust the most." With a really helpless expression, he used his long fingers to tease With bangs, another eye of a different color that was covered was also revealed for a moment.

With a sound of "da", a group of Fu Sangshen pushed the knife away from the scabbard with their thumbs, and their eyes were all eager to shoot at the colleagues standing in the middle who were pulling hatred.

Zong Sanzuo was confident, and looked around with a smile that was not a smile.

With a "...da" sound again, the saber reluctantly returned to its sheath, because Zongsan Zuowenwen was still counting on the saber to face his wife's anger.

Just let this knife be proud for a while - the other Fusangshen persuaded themselves in their hearts.

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Oda Guidie felt that the swordsmen were weird today, and they seemed hesitant to talk to themselves, especially Zongsan.

Asking Zongsan what's wrong, he shook his head again, showing a forced smile, reassuring her that she was fine.

Gui Die knew in her heart that there must be something weird, but she didn't want to force Zongsan, so she cooperatively changed the topic, and when Zongsan was willing to talk, she would naturally know.

Until the evening, everyone gathered in the dining room, and the atmosphere was always dull. Compared with breakfast and lunch, the air added a lot of anxiety.

The other swords looked at Zongsan's left writing from time to time. At first, they knew it was obscure, but later they directly urged them with their eyes, and their eyes were so hot that Oda Guidie couldn't even pretend that he didn't see it.

"Zongsan, do you have something you want to tell me?" This question was a question, and she said it in an affirmative sentence, and she gestured to him with her eyes for the group of fusangshen who showed obvious expressions.

"...It's something, let's talk about it after Madam finishes eating." Zongsan ignored those impatient colleagues at all, his eyes were focused on the plate of cherry blossom shrimp in his hand. The cherry blossom shrimp is too small for humans to peel. But for the Fusangshen who are swords, it is much simpler.

"I'm full, so I can say it now." In fact, Oda Guidie can eat or not.

"Madam" Zong San Zuowen looked at her with disapproving eyes, and looked at the almost complete meal in front of her on the table, "You eat too little, at least finish this plate of shrimp." As he spoke, he gently pushed a plate of wrapped sakura shrimp over.

When Oda Guidie saw the food he liked, he unconsciously put aside the question he wanted to ask, and his voice was as sweet as honey: "Zongsan, you are so kind!"

After eating the prawns, she was slowly wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, just about to ask what happened.

"Actually, ma'am, we have already met Mr. Nobunaga."

After Zong San Zuo finished speaking, he knelt on the ground, looked down at the ground, and waited for his wife's anger.

The other Fu Sangshen also knelt on the ground tacitly, bowing their heads to the ground.

"What did you just say? Who did you see?" Oda Guidie asked softly. The news came too fast, so she was a little uncertain.

"...Nobunaga."

"Really?" She didn't know how the voice came out, she didn't care about the knives who were still kneeling on the ground, she lowered her head, and said, "Really..."

The dead stillness in the air amplified the poor widow's snoring throughout the room.

"...Why didn't you tell me sooner!" Mrs. Oda digested the sad and happy news, and her anger began to rise belatedly.

No knife answered.

She sneered, "Zongsan, why didn't you say it earlier! Huh?"

Zong San didn't raise his head in Zuowen, he didn't know how distorted the expression on his face was, and kept silent.

"Why didn't you answer me! Huh?" Because of the anger, this lady who had never been disobeyed, her cheeks were dyed rose-colored, and her eyes were moist and bright.

No, it was really too wet, because Oda Guicho was already in tears.

"Why didn't you say it..." The voice was crying, and Madam didn't really want to ask this question in her heart, but she was thinking of Nobunaga, the person whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Who can I tell so many thoughts to?

"Ma'am..." The fusangshen raised their heads after being frightened by the woman's crying, and didn't know what to comfort them, so they could only whisper "Ma'am" over and over again.

"Ma'am, I'll take you back first, and I have some things to explain." Zong San Zuowen resolutely got up, stepped forward and hugged her.

Fu Sangshen, who had other conditioned reflexes to strike the knife, heard the second half of the sentence, suppressed the injustice in his heart, and stayed where he was and watched the two leave.

Tonight, no one sleeps.

The next day, Oda Guidie appeared in front of the swordsmen with his usual expression, and announced something after breakfast: "I'm going to Honnoji Temple, and the Oda group will accompany me."

Contrary to the Oda group's expectation, the lady didn't react very much, and she didn't approach Nobunaga, but just stood on the hillside and looked at the Honnoji Temple.

As night fell, the fire blazingly burned the place where the person she missed was buried, and the flames danced in her eyes. Only at this time, she leaned on Zongsan Zuowenwen's chest with some fragility, and looked at the place without blinking while crying. With this rebellion that changed her destiny.

"Madam, do you need to save Lord Nobunaga?" It was Yaki Hasebe who spoke first, God knows how reluctant he was to say this, but the most unbearable thing for him was his wife's sadness.

"...No need...let's go back..." Oda Kiecho glanced at Nobunaga's direction with nostalgia again, then turned his head resolutely, and embarked on the road back to Honmaru.

After returning to Honmaru, the swordsmen were all wary of her, Gui Die felt a little amused in her heart, but couldn't muster up the energy to make fun of them.

So it was a quiet day.

This widow, who has worked for unknown centuries, would visit her deceased husband from time to time.

Every time I go, a thought in my heart becomes stronger.

As for the knives other than Mikazuki Munekin and Yingmaru, Madam just favors children's knives more and more recently, and she doesn't see anything else.

But Madam's behavior has become more and more obvious recently, whether she is stroking her lower abdomen in frustration, or stroking Ranto Shiro's head and saying: "If only Ran was a girl, then I can have a daughter and feel pain. "

This is just a vague idea for Fu Sangshen, not sure.

The moment the truth came to light, Yaki Hasebe yelled in horror: "Ma'am, are you injured?!"

The author has something to say: Prove that I am still alive and there is no pitfall

My reminder is so obvious, you little angels should be able to guess it.