The smell of ozone and burning cedar clung to the humid air of Owari. Inside the war council tent, a single candle flickered against the map of Japan spread across the low table.
Yoshiharu didn't need to look up to know who it was. Oda Nobuna stood at the entrance of the tent, her hands on her hips. The red ribbon holding up her long blonde hair was slightly askew, and her trademark tiger skin was draped loosely over her shoulders. Oda Nobuna No Yabou
"It's my thinking face, Nobuna," Yoshiharu countered with a tired grin. "A guy has to use his brain when he is trying to rewrite history without getting killed." The smell of ozone and burning cedar clung
"No," Yoshiharu said, leaning back on his heels. "We still have our problems, sure. But we don't have armored samurai running around burning things. Kids go to school, people buy food from all over the world, and no one has to worry about a rival clan attacking them in the middle of the night." Oda Nobuna stood at the entrance of the
Nobuna stepped into the circle of candlelight, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the map. Her dream of a unified Japan, a land where people could smile and trade freely with the world, was a heavy burden for a teenage girl to bear. But to the rest of the world, she was the "Fool of Owari," a fierce daimyo defying every tradition of the Sengoku Jidai.
"Tell me, Monkey," she said softly, her usual fiery tone dipping into something quieter, more vulnerable. "In your future, do people still fight like this? Do they still burn down villages just to move a border by a few miles?"
Nobuna's eyes sparkled. "A world where anyone can eat bread from across the seas and dream as big as they want... it sounds like a fantasy." Under Your Radar: The Ambition of Oda Nobuna
