I am practicing in the Nianghua Warring States Period

Oh my god, that hand was so strong! Beidou Xinwei could see veins popping up on Maeda Toshiie's face, but it was clearly not because of anger, but because... fate was being strangled. The samurai's moon-shaped headband had a bright and shiny forehead and front half. This dung beetle hairstyle was comparable to a golden rat tail. Big brother, don't laugh at the second brother. The veins on this big forehead were popping out -

"Ah, A-Song!—This, this can't be helped. I, I'm not doing this for myself." Maeda Toshiie quickly explained, patting his wife's small hands that were like platform clamps: "Think about it, I'm doing this for the young master, the young master! You've been playing with the young master too, are you tired?"

"Pah..." Asong sighed suddenly, as if thinking of something. "To be honest, it's true... it's really hard to play with the young master. Especially recently, I don't know what kind of mental stimulation the young master has suffered, he seems a little abnormal... By the way, Master Avi, you will accept any mission you ask, right?"

Asong looked Beidou Xinwei up and down. It was obvious that when a married woman looked at another married man like this, it proved that she was comparing him with her husband.

"Can you take on this job?—Go and make our young master, Princess Xinji, happy?"

[Ding! Unlock skill [Chatting Lv.01]

[Your pick-up success rate is: 10%]

"..." This is what happened five hundred years ago. What if Beidou Xinwei went to Shibuya or Roppongi in Tokyo five hundred years later? He just had to pick up girls along the way. If he could pick up a thousand girls a day, he would be the most handsome guy in the host club.

"Okay, tell me how much." Beidou Xinwei stretched out his hand and glanced at Kikyo beside him. "I suddenly have another mouth to feed at home. Although she's pretty, she's still a mouth to feed. Without income, I'll probably go bankrupt."

"Oh, your words are absolutely true. However, with your abilities, you could become a royal physician, or a government official. Why..." Maeda Toshiie, a samurai of his time, didn't understand why the other party didn't want to enter government. Was he trying to cultivate his reputation?

However, for the past two days, including himself, these retainers have been brutally abused by Oda Nobuhime during work hours! The excuses are always "How come you are not as tall as a wild samurai, that is, Hokuto Nobuyoshi!", "How come your swordsmanship is not as good as Hokuto Nobuyoshi, who killed seven of them!", "How come you stepped through the door with your left foot first, while Hokuto Nobuyoshi stepped with his right foot first!" These theories.

The young master is a woman, so it's understandable that she's embarrassed to explain. But it's already obvious that these retainers are almost dying. Hurry and find this guy named Beidou Xinwei! Maeda Toshiie sighed that it was fortunate that his father's tetanus was almost G this time, and he had the opportunity to contact Beidou Xinwei!

"Our young master loves music, painting, tea ceremony, and is an example of elegant writing." He'd brag a bit first, then take a day off from work tomorrow. Maeda Toshiie quickly jumped on the bandwagon, saying, "You could show off your diverse talents. They'd be very happy. Music, painting, tea ceremony, Chinese poetry, waka poetry are all fine. As long as the young master is happy, he's never stingy with rewards! ... I'll give you 100 wen for travel expenses. Is that okay with you?"

"Okay, okay, no problem." Beidou Xinwei took out the 20 wen for the consultation and 100 wen for tomorrow's business trip, and handed them to Kikyo beside him: "Okay, we have dinner tonight - Kikyo, put the money away, let's go."

"...?" Kikyo was one of those shrine maidens who never showed their emotions. Simply put, to use the words of the older generation, she had a missing string in her head. In modern terms, she was a cold and beautiful girl with a blank expression.

No matter how expressionless she was, the beautiful girl, knowing how useful money was, felt a strange feeling in her heart.

"What's wrong?" Beidou Xinwei left with Maeda Toshiie's profuse thanks and looked back at Kikyo.

"Nothing. I just thought...isn't this guy a bit of a nerd?" This is the way a true member of society thinks. In ancient times, there was no puberty; after childhood, one enters adulthood. An 18-year-old woman was a proper adult woman. She looked at Beidou Xinwei with a strange look in her eyes: "So much money, and you gave it to a shrine maiden you just met."

"You're wrong. I'm entrusting the child to a shrine maiden I trust. Regardless of whether she's a shrine maiden or not, anyone who can stand before a child in a life-or-death situation is undoubtedly a true hero of great wisdom and courage." Beidou Xinwei praised the other person and said, "Besides, having such a beautiful girl as my attendant makes me look a little more respectable."

"...I, too, became a shrine maiden in that village for a reason." Perhaps something had struck a chord with Kikyo, but her usual icy beauty relaxed a little. A smile flickered across her lips... and she began to recount her past.

"Ah, stop! It's not that I don't want to hear about your past." Beidou Xinwei made a gesture of invitation and said, "It's so late, and I just made a lot of money. I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and you go to get three stone of grain. Before that, I'll treat you, go and have something to eat."

“…” The witch looked at the young warrior in front of her and felt that he was sometimes very considerate, but sometimes he really couldn’t read the air.

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"My name is Kikyo. I don't have a surname. I'm not a noble or a samurai." Before the Japanese legalized surnames, over 95% of the population had no surnames. The same was true for Kikyo, a mere shrine maiden.

Miko, a nun in Japan. By the Warring States Period, the rise of Buddhism had nearly wiped out Shintoism. Most shrine maidens and shrine priests remained in a state of poverty, with the exception of those who maintained their own temples.

In front of her was a plate of radish and kelp soup and a bowl of two taels of rice. She ate them happily: "The reason we are in Maple Village is to suppress the evil spirits."

"...Huh?" Beidou Xinwei was stunned for a moment, looking into the other person's bright eyes in disbelief. "Suppress evil spirits? You have magical powers?"

"No, not at all." Kikyo shook her head, the purity in her eyes, untainted by knowledge, even more so: "If I had magical powers, I would have dealt with the people who wanted to capture me that day. Would you have needed to show up, Avi? - The evil spirits I want to suppress are actually just a saying. The villagers are all good people. My mother-in-law came to me from the editor's story so that I could stay in the village. There are no evil spirits in Maple Village, and I... am not a real shrine maiden.

I was simply adopted by my grandmother-in-law, who taught me some healing and exorcism skills, giving me a higher status as a shrine maiden. I'm from Maple Village, my hometown, and the people there raised me from childhood. Besides farming, I do some shrine maiden work, exorcising evil spirits and blessing people, praying for peace—though I can't see any miracles.

"Hmm..." Is this a story of repaying a favor? It's certainly understandable. Beidou Xinwei looked at the beautiful yet somewhat naive face before him and said seriously, "He's so grateful and willing to sacrifice his life and run for the villagers who gave him a meal in the most dangerous time. He's a true man."

"...Hehe, I'm just a little girl, how can I be called a real man?" Kikyo smiled, but silently looked at the food in her hand: "Perhaps, if the rice in this bowl is replaced with brown rice, it can help a person get through the most difficult times..."

"Don't have such ascetic thoughts," Beidou Xinwei stopped the other party from having such dangerous thoughts. "No matter how frugal you are, the total amount of rice and brown rice in the world is fixed. If you don't eat it, someone else will. If you don't eat it now, it will be a waste. You should live in the present... Tomorrow, three dan of rice will be taken away. Are you happy? If you can switch to brown rice..."

"If I change it to radishes or brown rice, I can probably make five or six times as much." The girl was delighted, but then she got stuck. With a stiff smile, she said, "Sir Avi is the real deal. Tomorrow I can go and make money by making girls happy. This world is really getting more and more confusing."

"... Kikyo, are you angry?"

"What right do I have to be angry?"

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Beidou Xinwei went to make the girl happy, and he didn't know why the other party came to him.

He didn't know that he had been recorded in the depths of Oda Nobuhime's heart. In the past two days, the eldest lady couldn't see Beidou Xinwei and had been taking out her anger on her subordinates, including but not limited to Maeda Toshiie.

When he appeared at Oda Nobuhime's farm, it was already evening on the agreed day.

The emergence of the samurai class was built on the economy of large estates. Large estates inevitably required large numbers of professional bodyguards. Once these bodyguards became hereditary violent groups, they naturally had to speak out for their own political interests. Thus, the samurai group emerged.

Therefore, Oda Nobuhime's large manor still made Beidou look very confused.

"Hey! Who's that up ahead?" A small estate nestled in a low-lying area between two hills. A patch of rice paddies, evidently all prime farmland, the smell of earth gradually gave way to the curling aroma of firewood. As dusk fell, the surrounding mountains dominated, the smoke from a few houses forming their own neighborhood.

A warrior or half-soldier who was on guard looked at two handsome guys, one big and one small, walking towards him and became very alert.

"I'm Beidou Xinwei who's here to 'perform' today." Beidou's topic is to make girls happy, but in fact, he's just a stinky outsider who came to our Guye City to beg for food!

In ancient times, begging was definitely not the booming industry it is today, and it required a skill. Most people who truly relied on begging for a living had a skill. Playing the pipa, singing folk songs, telling crosstalk—all fell under the purview of begging. If all else failed, starting a livestream and shouting, "Brothers, it's time for food again today!" would work.

"Oh... so you're finally here. Okay, come on in." Looking at Beidou Xinwei's height, the guard knew what was going on. They'd said they were bringing a super-powerful and handsome guy, and they'd expected him to be incredibly powerful, but it turns out he's only 1.85 meters tall? "But I'm warning you, Princess Xinji has been waiting for you all day and you haven't come. She's in a bad mood. She might get aggressive. I heard you're quite skilled in fighting, but I'm warning you, wild warrior. If anything goes wrong, we'll all have over 50 spears stuck in you!"

Oh, can this manor accommodate 50 people? That's quite a lot.

"Okay, you lead the way." Beidou Xinwei smiled. If he were really 14 years old, he would have turned around and left. How dare a little security guard talk to him like that?

But after all these years, he realized that, except for a few mentally normal people, most of the security guards had an illusion: I own a share of this family, I am the boss's second heir!

"Ah? That guy dared to come! He said he'd arrive at noon today, but he's delayed it until now? I won't show up, get him out! ... No, get in! I want to teach him a lesson myself!"

As soon as Beidou Nobuyoshi walked outside the courtyard of Oda Nobuhime, he heard a girl cursing inside.

"Come in, Lord Xinwei." A maid knelt and backed out, then looked up at a tall giant - and bowed again.

"Hmph, hmph..." After entering the Jinya, the first thing I saw was the very unusual decoration that was common during the Japanese Warring States Period!

Typically, such a reception room would appear dignified and grand, essentially a "simple decor" with a few empty furnishings. But Oda Nobuhime's reception room was truly... an otaku's figurine! Hanging on the walls were several Japanese scrolls depicting battles, figures, and landscapes—including a Japanese-style Indian demon king with East Asian features and wearing Japanese armor.

Aside from political and economic considerations, Oda Nobuhime's lifelong passion was to be a dilettante, displaying porcelain, tea sets, and even a few knives. Compared to her future lavish collection of "famous objects" and "famous swords," she could only afford entry-level items. It's similar to some otakus who buy cabinets full of pirated action figures, or some "knife" enthusiasts who buy a wall of 200-yuan hack-and-slash toys.

But the style of painting has been determined, it is extremely gorgeous. If this were put in the future, it would probably belong to the 16th century Gothic style decadent violent girl, right?

"How dare you come!" Oda Nobuhime's pretty face fell silent for a moment, and she took a deep breath. Her eyes were red and bloodshot for some reason. "Tell me, I'm not unreasonable! - Give me a reason why you're late?... Really, forget it, let's not talk about this! As long as you can come... cough cough. I asked you to come and play! But it's so late! We can't play sumo or horseback riding anymore, so let's play some indoor games."

You know what? In the castle town, some people called her a fool, which translated to "stupid" at best. But no one accused her of forcibly seizing women or eating without paying. On the contrary, they paid her generously. Furuno Castle basically treated her like the landlord's silly daughter, and no one called her a psychopath.

"I don't know what Your Highness wants to play." Beidou Xinwei knew from the other party's expression that it was difficult to change his nature, so he could just play with you.

"Nothing fun... Oh, by the way, I heard there's a notice outside your house." The child had a strong personality. Oda Nobuhime suddenly sat up from the tatami. She crawled a few steps toward Hokuto Nobuyoshi on her knees and asked, "You said you're proficient in medicine?"

"Understood."

"Can you draw?"

"Understood."

"Proficient in music?"

"Understood."

"...What don't you understand?"

"What you don't understand, I don't understand. What you understand, I basically understand - as long as you let me do it, there is nothing I don't understand." This is the truth. After all, the system binding is one aspect; the other is his innate advantage as a time traveler.

Chapter 8 Whose adolescence doesn’t close the door?

"Hey! All right! You're really good at bragging, aren't you a good painter? --Hey, Yoshino! Bring him the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and draw for him." Oda Nobuhime turned to look at Hokuto Nobuyoshi and said with a smile, "Then let's use myself as the subject. The sky is almost over. Draw me before dark, is that a problem? I'm a person who rewards and punishes clearly. If you draw well, you'll get a reward. If you draw poorly... didn't I just give you a knife?"

"no problem."

"I'm telling you, if you can't draw well..." The pretty middle school girl in front of me talked for a long time, about five minutes.

"The painting is done." Beidou Xinwei placed the painting in front of the other party.

"...? You're just dealing with things, right? You...eh?"

【绘画Lv.01，经验（100/100）→LV.02（0/150）

Skills mastered: Brush sketching

Level 10 Unlock: Sketch]

You can sketch with a brush, at least that's what the video says. Sketching isn't about speed, but rather the ability to quickly and concisely depict a person or object in motion or stillness using simple lines. Contemporary Japanese painting tends to be more freehand. The lines are more stylized in a Japanese style—Hokuto Nobumi's painting is closer to realism. Most importantly, Oda Nobuhime is beautiful. With just a few strokes, she captures the majestic and heroic figure of a female warrior on horseback—focusing on her heroic features and beautiful features.

"...You guys, are you really a genius?" Is that possible?! Oda Nobuhime held the portrait that Beidou Nobuo had drawn for her, and she couldn't let it go.

Beidou Xinwei's current level was too low, and he could only draw the most basic sketches. However, this perspective and realistic painting method shocked the country bumpkin Oda Xinji. "You... have you been drawing me all this time? Have you secretly practiced this strange... but beautiful style? Yes, it must be like this! Come on, draw another one. I don't believe it—"

Oda Nobuhime pointed at Beidou Nobuyuki herself and said: "If you can really draw a picture of yourself that is this like, I will admit defeat and apologize to you. By the way, draw it more carefully. I want to draw a frontal portrait of you."

After about ten minutes, you have to say that Oda Nobuhime is the type who can afford to lose.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have doubted your painting skills." Oda Nobuhime was sitting down to apologize to Beidou Nobuyoshi. "I formally apologize to you—but, well, this isn't over yet. It's getting late today, please rest in the side room. I'll prepare food for you two. How about we talk tomorrow?"

This question is much simpler. I draw pictures for you and make you happy.

Halfway through the walk, Beidou Xinwei felt something was wrong.

When I go to an internet cafe, playing games is one price, and ordering food is another price;

I went to a bath center, and the price for taking a bath was one price, and the price for scrubbing the body was another.

I'm not your retainer, so why shouldn't I charge for my paintings? — So, Beidou Xinweiniu quickly walked back, bypassing several guard posts. He easily reached Oda Nobuhime's reception room. After finding it empty, he found that the master bedroom was right next to the reception room. The decoration styles of Japanese warlords during the Warring States Period were similar. Next to it was a study, and for Buddhists, there was a prayer room. For those who were more cautious, there was also a tea room...

Beidou Xinwei wants to be promoted and shout to pay!

Before he could even open his mouth, he heard someone calling his name. Because of his skill, his footsteps were so light that no one else probably heard him.

Beidou Nobuyoshi strode over and saw the beautiful female warrior, the renowned Oda Nobuhime. Her scallion-like left hand held a scroll, and her right hand, likewise, was indescribable. Her delicate features were now slightly furrowed, her lips slightly parted, a blush etched across her cheeks. Her breathing was slightly rapid, and she uttered strange syllables.

For example, [Xinwei] and so on, you say the Japanese are polite! Even at this time, they don't forget to use the honorifics [Xinwei Lord], [Beidou Lord] and so on! Be civilized and polite! This is a country of etiquette——

This scene can be described in one sentence: the master of kneading is participating in the competition.

The girl who was so bossy during the day was now quietly muttering her own name while participating in a judo competition. Just as all plots should have been, Beidou Xinwei accidentally touched any door or window.

"Who! Who's outside?!" Oda Nobuhime suddenly grabbed a nearby katana and sloppily wiped her wet right hand. The scroll in her left hand was set aside. A sharp eye could see it was the self-portrait that Hokuto Nobuo had just been asked to demonstrate his painting skills.

Without time to think, Oda Nobuhime kicked the sliding door open. Then, she raised her knife and intended to kill whoever was outside—no matter if they were male or female, young or old, a maid who had served her year-round, or her own father who had come to see what she was doing.

Unfortunately, the only person she saw when she raised the knife was someone who didn't want to be seen.

"What are you doing out there, you damn beast? You scumbag! You pervert, you nymphomaniac! What are you peeping at?!" Oda Nobuhime sheathed her sword, then thought for a long time and felt angry. Her pretty face flushed ten times redder than when she had just pointed at the judo master. She pointed the sheathed sword at the boy in front of her: "Believe it or not, I will kill you! What... did you see just now?"

"..." Silence, this is Cambridge tonight—what do you want me to say? I just saw you acting like a traditional Japanese play. Holding my portrait, chanting my name, and rubbing your bushi-do.

Silence was the silent answer—Oda Nobuhime clearly knew she had seen through everything! Killing intent immediately surged—but he was indeed the hard-core ruthless man he would become! His core might still be hard, but his ruthlessness was already building.

"Whoosh!" She handed the katana to Hokuto Nobuo, who took it with a confused look. Then, a strange smile flashed across Oda Nobuhime's face—and she embraced the beautiful boy before her. Her limbs entwined in a true judo stance. The girl, clad only in ordinary samurai attire, had just opened her collar, revealing a half-naked breast.

"Your Highness?" No matter how strong her mental age might be, Beidou Xinwei was still physically 14. Everyone knows that 14 is an age of exploration—literally, the age when you want to drill any hole, enter any opening, and explore the slightest touch—not to mention the whole body pressing forward. Could this really be an 18x storyline? This...

Oda Nobuhime gave Beidou Nobumi a very hearty smile, completely different from the ambiguous atmosphere just now. Then the beautiful girl closed her brows, slightly opened her red lips, and took a deep breath.

“Someone come! Ahhhh!!! —Maidens and female warriors, come in quickly! Do you hear me? Only maids and female warriors are allowed! Someone come! Ahhhh!!!”

Beidou Xinwei finally realized the treacherous nature of the world, and even the smallest ruler is still a ruler. Considering Oda Xinji's later scheming, she was actually quite formidable, especially during the Life and Death section. She only failed to choose the optimal solution once—at the Honnoji BBQ event. Otherwise, she was able to turn the tables in the face of extreme adversity, turning passivity into initiative!

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Blah blah blah!

There was a sound of footsteps and the voice of Kouha. Then, one after another, maids carrying katanas and female warriors carrying naginatas came up. As soon as they entered the room, they were dumbfounded.

Her normally domineering and arrogant young lady, the ultimate fierce young lady who would kick a tree three times and shake the yolk off an egg at the supermarket! Now she looked so coy, her hair half-askew, her clothes disheveled! And that beautiful, seven-foot-tall young man, so dejected and mentally ill, had attacked the young master of the Oda family at night in his manor!

Are you bored or do you hate your own nine clans? Yes, your martial arts skills are very high - are you planning to single-handedly destroy the entire Oda clan or something?

"Evildoer! Let the young master go! Put your sword down, put it down!" A young maiden named Yoshino, clutching a katana, dared not step forward, fearing the consequences. This was because Hokuto Nobuyoshi was holding the unsheathed katana that Oda Nobuhime had just handed him.

"I... you..." Beidou Xinwei looked at Oda Xinji, who had just held him tightly, almost hanging on him - now she had let go of him without a care in the world. She looked like she was completely pressed under him: "Your Highness Xinji, we don't have to play like this, right? -"

"Isn't this quite amusing? You've become a substitute." A gleam flashed in Oda Nobuhime's eyes. "Think about it carefully: a wild samurai ran into the room of the young master of the Oda family. He wanted to do something illegal. Look at your posture and this posture - I think you deserve death, and your reputation and integrity, which you value most, will be tarnished!"

"..."What do you think I like?

"Ha, don't think I don't know. Fifth Master (Hirate Masahide) told me that the Book of Han says: Greedy men pursue wealth, martyrs pursue fame, boasters seek death, and the common people live! - People are divided into these categories. Your performance on the battlefield showed that you didn't care about money, but you showed respect to the dead! You helped the enemy with your excuses, so you must be a guy who cares about reputation; you used expensive miracle drugs to treat civilians in the castle town, so you must be a martyr who doesn't care about money! - For people like this, losing reputation is more important than losing life. Don't pretend, I saw through you a long time ago!"

Chapter 9 Come on, kneel down, I want to ask you for a favor

You're investigating me? But your investigation is wrong, isn't it?

"Now, I'm threatening you! Either you obey me, or I'll spread the news that you peeped at me and attacked me!"

Look at this person, a man bred in the chaotic days of the Warring States Period, charging into the world with a sword at the slightest disagreement. He'll put the knife to your neck, the prickly thorn against your face, and press his graceful body against yours. His long legs will wrap around yours—his breath is as fragrant as orchids, his hair swaying gently, and he's threatening you like this.