[Touken Ranbu] Mrs. Oda Nobunaga

The situation in Owari is not peaceful.

Under the internal and external troubles of Owari's unification and the powerful enemy Imagawa Yoshimoto, the father-in-law finally died of a stroke due to excessive drinking.

Nobunaga as the eldest son inherits the family governor, and I have also improved my status.

The mother-in-law is not satisfied with Nobunaga, and prefers the uncle.

Many retainers also plan to establish another lord to support my uncle's supremacy.

Nobunaga embarked on the road of strife between flesh and blood, and my father also died during this period. Before he died, he entrusted Mino as my dowry to Nobunaga.

When I think of my father's kindness to me, I can't help crying.

Nobunaga held my face in his hands, and swore to me, "Guidie, I will definitely avenge my father!"

I saw the tired Nobunaga, I can't do anything about the external affairs, I can only manage the internal affairs well, so that he has no worries.Be even more kind to him, and massage his head for a while before going to bed at night to let him relax.

Thanks to Nobunaga's love for me, the wind and rain outside did not hit me, I was so well protected by him, even a little ignorant of the world.

As time passed, Nobunaga experienced more and more wars.Owari was pacified, Mino was recovered, and his father's revenge was avenged.

After that, he even had the ambition of distributing martial arts in the world.

In fact, I already have a vague premonition that Nobunaga is probably the famous "Oda Nobunaga" in history. To be honest, the feeling of being the wife of a historical celebrity is quite subtle, but it makes me feel even more uneasy.

Because I can't remember whether his results were good or bad, it makes me feel uneasy.

Every time I see Nobunaga looking at me tenderly, I can only give him a bright smile back.

After all, he has worked so hard, I can't let him worry about it anymore.

A large part of Nobunaga's sword is the spoils of war.

The typical one is Zongsan Zuo's characters. Because of the defeat of Imagawa in the battle of Ozazama, this sword was obtained by Nobunaga and became his trophy. To commemorate the victory, the sword was shortened and a gold elephant inlay was added.An engraving was also added - "On May [-]th of the third year of Yonglu's reign, Yoshimoto asked for compensation and engraved the sword held by him, Oda Owari Shonobunaga".

I find it very strange that Nobunaga loves this sword very much, but he doesn't use this Zongsan left script.

He replied to me: "The battlefield changes rapidly, and you must use the most convenient sword. Although I like this sword, even if it is shortened, it is still difficult to use."

In the end, I saw that Nobunaga really liked the Zong Sanzuo script, so I offered to add a shelf on the inner wall of the house and hang the knife on it.

Once, when I was bored at home, I took down the knife, and maintained the knife according to the method Nobunaga taught me to maintain the sword, while looking at the engraving he left, my thoughts flew.

Just when I was lost in thought, the maid notified me that Nobunaga was back.

I'm still wondering -- as Nobunaga's power grows, he comes back much later, and even leaves home for a long time. It's strange to come back so early like today!

I got up to meet him, helped him take off his heavy armor, and let him go to take a bath and change clothes.

While continuing to maintain Sosanzuo's writing, I waited for Nobunaga.

When Nobunaga came over with a relaxed face, I didn't stop what I was doing.

When Nobunaga sat beside me and hugged me, I stroked the engraving and asked him with some doubts: "Nobunaga, do you like to leave marks on things you like?"

I swear, I'm asking this question just thinking of those possessive people in modern times, wondering if Nobunaga is also possessive.

Who knows what Nobunaga is thinking ←_←

I can't describe the way I smile...

He replied to me: "I really like it very much", sighed again, with a regretful look, "I also want to leave a mark on Guidie, but I am afraid that you will cry out in pain ╮(╯▽╰)╭"

My body froze all of a sudden—if I left a mark on my body, wouldn't that be tattooing?This must hurt me to death, how can I, who is so delicate, bear it.

What Yue Fei tattooed was at least the lofty "serve the country with all my heart", on me—seeing Nobunaga's smile so much...it's definitely not a serious mark (╬▔︵▔)

Nobunaga has another affectionate look, which reassures me that he will not be willing to let me hurt.

Then skip the topic.

I'm still very guilty, because although Nobunaga has deep feelings for me (I'm still confident in this), his usual performance is not so exaggerated. He is not a lover of love, and he is more dedicated to me. , Respect, and considerate.

He was so exaggerated with his affectionate appearance just now, he must be trying to do something bad.

But it should not be a tattoo, what he said is true, he will not be willing to let me hurt.

The unknown is always scary.

I drove him to have lunch, and it was already midnight (14 o'clock) when he came back, and he hadn't eaten yet.

He left obediently, and I continued to maintain Zong Sanzuo's writing, and it was almost finished.

……

With my back to the shoji door, I heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

I just wanted to turn around and say Nobunaga, you eat so fast!

I heard Nobunaga's order: "Put these on the ground, hurry up!"

As soon as I turned around, I saw several maids carrying trays with many small plates filled with colorful... paints! ! ! ! ! ! !

The maids filed in, put down the trays, and filed out, the whole process was fast and silent.

I smiled a little reluctantly and said, "Nobunaga, what are you doing?" Even my voice became weak.

Nobunaga stood up leaning against the door, walked into the room, and pulled the door behind his back.

There was a (perverted?) light in his eyes, which scared me to hug Zongsan Zuowen who had just been maintained, my complexion turned pale and I shivered.

He casually picked up a small writing brush from a tray and walked towards me: "Come and make a mark for you~ Guidie, don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all~" When he said this, he still had a sunny look on his face. Brilliant appearance (╬▔dish▔) convex

Nobunaga stepped forward and pushed me to the ground, who was silently retreating, and began to tear my clothes.

I dodged him and began to think of ways to delay the time: "Nobunaga...in broad daylight...don't do this...I'm sorry...at night, I will definitely cooperate!"

"Guidie, you're lying" Nobunaga looked at me as if he really couldn't help me, but his hands kept moving, and I was quickly stripped from the layers of clothes by him in vain.

I shrunk down to cover my sensitive parts.

This was the first time that I met him one-sidedly and honestly during the day. My face was flushed, and even my body was filled with pink. I thought I should just let me explode in place! ! ! ! !

I silently turned over and turned my back to him, only then did I feel a sense of security.

"That's fine, Gui Die, I almost couldn't draw it just now! You really tested my willpower." Nobunaga said in a doting tone, "Then draw it on your back!"

I lay on the ground, buried my head in my arms, and silently accepted his actions.

Nobunaga began to paint on my back, and when the pen tip dipped in paint touched the skin on my back, I couldn't help but tremble.

His movement also stopped for a moment, then continued.

Because the feeling from behind was so numb, I really wanted to grab something.

So I silently pressed Zongsan's left text to my chest, and grabbed it (if you don't understand my movements at this time, think about the movements that cats always like to lie on their stomachs).

Finally, the tingling feeling finally disappeared, and Nobunaga said hoarsely: "Okay, it's done." Before I finished speaking, I just relaxed my whole body when he pressed on me.

On the back is Nobunaga's fiery body, on his chest is a cold knife, the two heavens of ice and fire...

We made out until the night, and the pattern on the back was blurred by Nobunaga before I saw it at a glance, and the paint even got on his chest.

After I regained my senses, I started to frown at him, but he was a gentle and careless companion.

In fact, I didn't get angry for a long time. After he helped me clean my body, I forgave him ╮(╯▽╰)╭

After this, he drew me several times.

They were all drawn on the chest, and this time I finally saw it clearly—it was a fluttering butterfly, which coincided with my name.

I am not unmoved.

It would be great if his willpower could be stronger. It took several times to draw the complete butterfly pattern before he succeeded. Before that, he couldn't wait to pounce on it...

The author has something to say: I didn’t expect to write so many words, I can’t stop writing this one ∏_∏