I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

Holding a matchlock gun and gripping a sharp katana.

Oda Nobunaga looked at the brightly colored pink and black pirate figure.

"Believe!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately spoke up, as if to say something.

"It's alright, Fujimaru. Don't you know my power? I won't lose."

“No.” Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head: “I’m not worried about Shin’s strength, and don’t get carried away. Just stop when you’ve made your move.”

"Hmm...who do you take me for? Of course I know this kind of thing."

The girl tossed her hair and said in a very cool way.

"One more thing."

"Hey! Can't you just tell me everything at once? You have no sense of responsibility as a retainer... Really, is there anything else?"

Xin was getting a little impatient.

"No," Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Nobunaga, carrying two pairs of shiny black leather combat boots.

"I'm just saying, you haven't put on your combat boots yet."

"Oh! That seems to be the case. I changed my shoes earlier to reduce the noise of my footsteps, but it seems that wearing a military uniform is better for combat!"

Nobunaga casually tossed aside the soft straw sandals that made little noise and took the leather combat boots from Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"What...what are you looking at? Turn...turn your head away~~Idiot, it's so embarrassing for a lord to be watched by his own retainer while he's putting on his shoes."

Smooth lemon-colored toes wrapped in white tabi socks create an instant sense of pure beauty.

Handsome Shin is gone, Kugimiya Shin is here.

[So what? You and Okita are always naked in the room together in Gari, and you don't seem shy at all.]

Fujimaru Ritsuka silently complained to herself.

Chapter Twenty-Six: A Nagging Letter of Failure

The night, like a curtain, enveloped the entire sky, while the bright stars, which should have guided travelers in their direction, shone brightly.

The campfire in the night cast a bright light, accompanied by the lingering aroma of wine in the darkness.

The cool girl in black stood with her sword drawn, looking at the huge-breasted woman, who was much taller than her, with a wicked smile.

However, it was the other party who spoke first.

"You must be that Oda-no-cho? Not bad, although you're a young girl, you're surprisingly brave... not a coward."

"Oda Nobunaga will soon rule over this entire world."

"I heard you're some kind of lord... and you almost unified a country. Is someone like you eyeing this wine cup?"

"Of course, that's why I came here."

Can you explain your reasons?

"No," Oda Nobunaga replied simply.

"Huh?!" Drake was taken aback.

"Of course not."

"Although Fujimaru said it was some kind of all-powerful wish-granting machine... I'm not particularly interested in making wishes. I just find it interesting, so I want to grab it and turn it into a bomb."

"bomb...?!"

Oda Nobunaga laughed and said, "After all, I am the Demon King!"

"A Demon King?!" the leader exclaimed in disbelief. "The kind of being that heroes in novels defeat?"

"Hahahaha! I, the most ferocious and evil demon king, tremble in fear! Fear with abandon! Before you stands the Lord of the Sixth Heaven, the one who has destroyed countless enemies—Oda Nobunaga! Hahahahahahahahahaha~~~"

Drake, embarrassed, broke out in a cold sweat: "Well, this serious scene has suddenly turned ridiculous... Is this guy not only a madman, but also an idiot?!"

If I fight idiots, will I become an idiot too...?

Drake thought to himself, somewhat bewildered.

Things are getting stranger and stranger. Shouldn't this be two people fighting desperately for treasure? How did it turn into this dramatic scene?

Forget it, this is too much trouble.

Drake raised his matchlock pistol as Oda Nobunaga laughed.

"Watch out for your gun!"

Just a heads-up, lest this idiot comes back and gets shot.

As pirates, fighting is fighting, but sneak attacks are unacceptable.

Treasure is acquired through wisdom, strength, and courage, not through a lack of martial virtue or through petty cleverness.

......

Well, that's nonsense. If a sneak attack were to actually kill the enemy leader, it wouldn't be as simple as surrendering or making a sound; it would be a fight to the death.

"Well done! Watch how I slice through bullets with my blade and shock everyone!"

Recalling the sickly swordsman that Fujimaru Ritsuka had summoned earlier, whom he instinctively disliked, Oda Nobunaga, somewhat unconvinced, decided to follow suit.

With a swift, graceful flourish, Oda Nobunaga swung his Japanese katana, and without hesitation, slashed fiercely at the advancing streak of fire.

In an instant, its momentum was overwhelming, like a pear blossom axe splitting a mountain, full of power, unstoppable!

"Drink! Aaaaaaaahh ...

boom--!

The round bullet from the musket was not hit; instead, it slid along the edge of the silver moon blade and rushed inwards. Then, with a loud "thud," Oda Nobunaga fell to the ground.

[Lady Nobunaga, you've failed!]

This Nobunaga is such a loser!

Drake: ?!

what's the situation? !

Hit by a bullet?

His own matchlock gun, which had already missed its target... This can't be a joke, can it?!

Smoke was still rising from the muzzle of the gun.

But that lord probably ran into it himself, so why... is he trying to stage an accident?!

"It proves that a good catch is worse than a good shot, boss lady. That shot of yours was absolutely brilliant." Bombey clicked her tongue, momentarily speechless.

"Go check on that guy, see if he's dead or alive," Drake ordered his subordinate.

"Is this... Boss, is this really appropriate?" Bombey said somewhat awkwardly.

"Just look when I tell you to. If that guy dies, none of us will survive."

"Hey, boss, what are you doing?"

"Get out of here."

Drake kicked the guy in the butt.

"How could I dare? Whether I'm dead or alive, it's terrifying! What if I fake my death and suddenly get shot?" Bangbei joked.

......

Absolutely not.

Oda Nobunaga lay on the ground, face up, his expression filled with dejection.

"That won't work at all, this time."

What that sickly swordsman could do, Nobunaga found extremely difficult to do.

It resulted in a ridiculous situation, like Dong Shi imitating Xi Shi.

Fortunately, I was wearing chainmail, otherwise I would have really died here.

"Are you alright? I believe you!"

Seeing the girl suddenly shot and fall to the ground, Fujimaru Ritsuka rushed over and asked what was wrong.

Although this shouldn't cause any major problems, as the Master, I should still pay attention to it.

Nobu lay motionless on the ground, his scarlet eyes wide open in anger, looking just like a demon king.

"you..."

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to say something, Nobunaga's voice came through very faintly.

"Idiot! Cry... cry really hard, so they'll think I'm really dead."

The boy was taken aback.

"Stop dawdling. Didn't Zhuge Liang do the same thing back then? Haha~~ Think about sad things."

Oda Nobunaga revealed a sly smile.

Sad things?

Ah, there are so many sad things to think about... To be honest, I really don't want to recall them.

I really don't want to remember.

This is a happy world, a gentle and beautiful future.

......

I saw hell.

I have witnessed the despair of the extinction of all mankind.

I have fought, leaving an insignificant mark on human history.