The name of the great swordsman begins in Okehazama.

"Has our lord gone mad?"

"Yes, no matter how stubborn he is, he shouldn't have given absolutely no instructions..."

Shinsuke Mori, dressed in armor, watched as the murmuring foot soldiers entered Kiyosu Castle.

In May of the third year of Eiroku (1560), Imagawa Yoshimoto began his march on Kyoto, and in just nine days, his army had already entered Owari Province.

With the various branch castles of the Oda clan on the front lines either fallen, surrendered to the enemy, or were besieged, the remaining retainers have all rushed to Kiyosu Castle, preparing to defend it.

The notice posted at the city gate read: "It's too hot; there's no need to wear battle uniforms and armor." It was dated May 19th.

Nobunaga was truly fearless; even though Imagawa Yoshimoto was almost at the gates of Kiyosu Castle, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Shinsuke Mori was just an ordinary member of the Mabushiro (Konoe), and he couldn't even enter the inner courtyard. He could only find an open space to squat down and wipe his katana.

As he wiped his katana, he muttered to himself, "Even last-minute sharpening can make it shine..."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

The one who rebuked Shinsuke Mori was Hayashi Hide-jung, a man who ultimately met a tragic end.

Shinsuke Mori responded twice and continued cleaning his gun, already considering him a dead man in his heart.

He still can't figure out how he, a Chinese man with only a superficial understanding of Japanese Sengoku history, ended up in Japan's Sengoku period. Did he just play some Sengoku-era games?

In his previous life, his name was Wang Hao, a programmer who died from overwork. This was only his second day in this new world, and he'd already been dragged into the battlefield…

His only reliance now is the "General-Slaying System" given to him by transmigrating—as long as he harvests the heads of enemy generals (generals who independently lead more than 2000 troops), he can comprehend the mysteries of various martial arts styles.

The first ultimate technique given by the system is called "Ichi no Tachi". Anyone who has played Taiko Risshiden knows that this is the signature ultimate technique of the sword saint Tsukahara Bokuden, which can almost instantly kill opponents with low combat power.

Beside her ear, Lin Xiuzhen began scolding others again.

"What are they still putting up?! How can we be happy seeing notices like this?"

The one who got scolded was Iwamuro Shigeaki, the younger brother of the former lord's favorite concubine. As for why he was scolded, it was because he was the one who posted the notice.

No one knows what Nobunaga was thinking, but anyone who knows a little about the history of Japan's Sengoku period knows that he won.

Shinsuke Mori is completely unfazed. Historically, he was the one who killed Yoshimoto Imagawa. However, this time, he doesn't intend to have his finger bitten off by Yoshimoto.

The sun set and rose again, and Nobunaga began to dance.

"Life is but fifty years, like a dream, like an illusion..."

His singing voice drifted out from the inner courtyard.

"Where there is life, there is death; what is there for a brave man to regret..."

The singing was quite good, and quite soothing. Just as Shinsuke Mori was about to fall asleep again, Fujikichiro ran past him, his katana hitting Shinsuke's straw sandals, which made him grunt in dissatisfaction.

"Armor!" Oda Nobunaga shouted. His voice was like the angry shout of a teacher at a back door, or the encouragement of a sales rally.

Shinsuke Mori was fully awake, and half of his sleepiness had vanished.

"Hahaha, we won! We won this battle!"

Nobunaga is laughing wildly!

What? You won?

Did I just take a nap and the battle of Okehazama was over?

What about my military merits?

Shinsuke Mori quickly stood up. Both his memories from his past life and his current life told him that after winning, everyone should make a celebratory monkey-like shout.

"Woo...woo!" The conch shell made a sound.

The atmosphere's already set, give it a try!

"Eh! Eh! Oh!"

Nobunaga, his hand on his katana, darted out like a whirlwind.

"Monkey! Go get the horse! Who was calling just now?"

"My lord, didn't we win?" Shinsuke Mori asked, somewhat confused.

Nobunaga patted him on the shoulder. "You think so too? Great! You come and lead my horse!"

Turns out they were opening champagne halfway through!

I didn't get enough sleep... I got up early... and was promised a pie in the sky... and even had to be used as a half-mount.

Shinsuke Mori grew angrier the more he thought about it, but he could only take the reins from Fujikichiro.

"Fujikichiro, raise the horse seal, let's go!" Nobunaga shouted.

When the group left the city, Shinsuke Mori was dumbfounded; there were only five of them, including himself.

Is it really just a five-person team fight?

However, less than half an incense stick's time after leaving the city, he saw the banners of Shibata, Niwa, and Sakuma in the distance, and almost everyone was chasing after them.

The group ran as fast as they could and made their way to the Atsuta Shrine before Nobunaga allowed them to eat.

Originally, the total strength was only three thousand men, but when they arrived here, there were only about two hundred, almost all of whom were samurai from the retainer group.

"You! Read the prayer!"

While hurriedly wiping his sweat, Shinsuke Mori began to read a prayer.

That dog boss!

"Imagawa Yoshimoto has always been tyrannical and treacherous, his infamy spreading throughout Suruga, Tōtōmi, and Mikawa. This has ultimately led to his rebellion, and now he is leading an army of 40,000 to attack the capital. To thwart this plot, Nobunaga has risen up to fight him. Though his forces number only 3,000, compared to the enemy's vast numbers, he is like an ant trying to shake a tree. Yet, his heart is open and honest, deeply concerned about the decline of the imperial way, and he wishes to save the people from their suffering. He hopes that the gods will understand this righteous act..."

Nobunaga said "Okay," then rolled up the prayer and went into the main hall of the shrine, presumably to invite the gods.

While he was praying, his retainers' troops were arriving one after another, but in total they numbered only about five hundred.

"Hurry up and eat. Monkey, you come and lead the horse. What's your name, you burly fellow?" Nobunaga then remembered Shinsuke, who had been leading his horse for half the day.

"My name is Shinsuke Mori."

"Alright, I'll remember you. You'll be at the forefront later, and I'll be watching you earn your merits."

Shinsuke Mori had to admire the monkey; it had managed to survive all that working. He could only be thankful that this surprise attack was destined to succeed; all he had to do now was wait for the right opportunity to finish it off.

At dawn, Nobunaga sternly commanded, "Let's go!"

He took the lead and ran out, and the eight hundred men he had finally managed to gather began to chase him desperately.

"Follow our lord!"

"Hurry up and keep up!"

"Put on your armor properly, don't embarrass your people!"

However, Nobunaga's sudden appearance still threw many soldiers into a panic. Not only were their armor disheveled, but some were even eating while walking.

Seeing this, the people of Nagoya and Atsuta were greatly disappointed.

"What exactly is this supposed to do?"

"The enemy is said to have 50,000 troops. Are they rushing off to their deaths with such a small force?"

"What a complete idiot!"

In order to wait for the rest of the troops to catch up, Fujikichiro had to risk being punished by stopping his horse on his own initiative to wait for the main force.

The tide was rising on the coast of Atsuta, and the Ama-Shira River was being flooded. The Oda army could not cross the river to reach Ōdaka Castle.

"Head towards Narumi!" Nobunaga snatched the reins, turned his horse around, and took another road.

At 9:00 AM, Nobunaga could see two of his own side's outposts burning in the distance. These were the fortifications he had ordered built last year when he besieged Narumi Castle.

He continued forward expressionlessly, and soon encountered Oda Hidetoshi and Sasa Masaji's defeated troops.

Nobunaga ordered Sasa Masaji to cover the rear, and then led two thousand men to bypass the enemy general Okabe Motonobu's five thousand troops, heading straight for Zenshō-ji Temple.

However, just as the troops arrived near Tianlewa, news came from the rear that Sasa Masaji had been killed in battle.

Before long, another military report arrived, saying that Imagawa Yoshimoto was resting nearby with 5,000 men.

Nobunaga closed his eyes and exclaimed, "Heaven is helping me!" He then ordered a thousand old and weak men to garrison Zenshō-ji Temple, while he himself led a thousand elite troops to flank the Imagawa army.

At noon, Shinsuke could already see the smoke rising from the Imagawa army's cooking fires in the valley.

However, the Oda army had been traveling for a long time and had only eaten breakfast. At this moment, they were exhausted and had no strength to fight.

No one knew how to win, except for Shinsuke Mori, who was wiping his katana and looking at the sky.

The wind is getting colder and stronger, as if saying: It's okay, I'll take care of it!