Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

"Biography Light!"

Pull out an ordinary light bulb from the magic pocket.

Hongtou looked at it curiously, wondering what the light bulb was used for.

Doraemon installed the light bulb on the book, and the next second a human-shaped shadow was projected. Isn’t this the Newton mentioned in the book!

"I am Isaac Newton."

The blond man was holding an apple, exuding a scholarly scent, as if he were seen in person.

"How about it? You can even have a conversation with him. This is an interesting method that even Nobita can learn."

"Oh, if that's the case, the review will be much simpler."

As he said this, Nobita instantly became interested.

He asked about the strange uncle's life story and took out his little notebook to record it.

Doraemon smiled with relief when he saw this. It seems that as long as the method is right, even a child like Nobita will study hard.

"Doraemon, do you still have this light bulb? Can you lend it to me?"

With a flash of inspiration, Nobi Hiroshi suddenly thought of something and took a historical biography of the Dragon Kingdom from the bookshelf.

"Sure, I have a lot here, Xiaohong, you can take it."

Doraemon took out a biopic lamp and generously handed it to Hiroshi Nobi.

After getting it, Hong immediately ran back to his room, looking mysterious with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Hehehe, little brother, we are just projections, you can't catch us."

"Come on, come and catch me! If you catch me, I will let you hhh."

Soon, there was a sound of singing and dancing coming from the room, which sounded like the voice of a beautiful woman.

And there is more than one kind, a wide variety of wonderful sounds that are refreshing.

"Phew, it feels good, and it's a great visual feast. I hope the developers can improve it, as the phantoms are too boring."

After finishing his reading review, Hiro Nobi walked out of the room with a satisfied look on his face.

Pull up your pants, boring...

Su Daji and Xi Shi and others are really interesting. They are indeed beauties who will be remembered for thousands of years. I am lucky enough to see them today.

It’s a pity that I can’t touch her, so I can only talk to her as a virtual girlfriend and feel the spiritual pleasure and visual feast.

Yukiko is good.

"What should we do next? It's still early, let's go to Shizuka's house. It's more interesting to hang out with a real loli."

After putting away the biopic lamp, Nobi Hiroshi quickly arrived at Shizuka's house. To his disappointment, the little girl was not in the house. She had gone out to run errands for her mother.

"Hey, Nobita, Fat Tiger, Suneo, what are you doing here?"

On the way back, Hiro Nobi passed by an open space and saw the three excited people holding Doraemon props in their hands.

Needless to say, it must be that Nobita was caught showing off again.

"Oh, it's Hong!"

"We are trying to verify one thing: who is better, Miyamoto Musashi who has never been defeated, or Guan Yu who can fight against ten thousand enemies alone."

Fat Tiger took the biography lamp from Nobita, and a red-faced man and a wandering swordsman appeared, both of whom were popular characters in history.

"Well, is there any need to ask? It must be... ahem... you will know when you see it."

After keeping the secret a secret, Nobi Hiroshi walked over with great interest, watching the collision between the Guandao and the double swords with great passion.

Although he knew the result, he still thought Han Xin was more powerful. With both blue and red, it would not be a problem for him to get a second kill in the early stage.

A man’s happiness is so simple. No matter what the reason is, Hong is very proud.

"Come on!"

Watching the changing situation on the field, Fat Tiger couldn't help but worry about Miyamoto Musashi.

After all, Miyamoto Musashi is his idol, but now he is almost suffocated by the sword.

But that's normal. The two are obviously not at the same level in terms of height and strength, and the young swordsman will soon be defeated.

"what!!!"

An accident happened during the duel. A hidden knife suddenly appeared and pierced the arm. The red-faced man staggered and fell down first.

"Well, great. I said Miyamoto Musashi is more powerful."

After closing the book, Fat Tiger proudly boasted about his idol.

"Ah? Okay, okay, you win, okay?"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Nobi Hiroshi was stunned. He didn't want to argue with Fat Tiger. He just wanted to be happy.

It's totally unethical and I'm too superficial.

You should have known long ago that a real duel is not entirely about personal force.

Musashi was not only a ronin and a swordsman, but also a "military strategist".

But please note that the military strategy here is not the strategy of marching and fighting, but a technique of using any means to create advantages in fighting with others in order to survive.

For a military strategist, nothing is too much to try, from light and darkness, heat and cold, environment, psychology, to despicable means of secretly harming others and common sense of escape, all are within the scope of a military strategist's work.

Chapter 19 Edo Period

Fat Tiger was particularly excited when his idol won.

He pushed the ground with his toes, leaped up into the air, and pounced toward the tree, grabbing the slanting branches with his ten fingers.

With a snap, the perfect "holy sword" was created, and no grass would grow within a ten-mile radius.

"Hey!"

"Neck, waist, hands!"

Holding a sturdy branch, he waved it forward, imitating the posture of a swordsman.

"What happened to Fat Tiger?"

Xiaofu turned his face to the side, covered his mouth with his hands, and spoke cautiously.

"I don't know, maybe he's possessed by a demon."

Nobi Hiroshi shook his head and slowly tidied up the hair on his temples.

Looking at Fat Tiger in front of him, he should be trapped in his own fantasy world and is dueling with someone.

"Okay, it's decided. I'm going to find Miyamoto Musashi to become his disciple and have him teach me the way of the sword!"

After a while, Fat Tiger's mind returned to normal. He pulled Nobita over and asked him to use the time machine to take him back to the past to meet Miyamoto Musashi.

"Nobita, as a close friend, you should help me with this, right?"

"Of course... Fat Tiger, I'll go back and ask Doraemon for help."

Nobita Nobi laughed dryly and led everyone back home. Little Dora used a clothes-changing camera to change the five people into Edo period ronin clothes.

"Okay, let's go!"

Doraemon, who was wearing new clothes but still had a bald head, led the team and jumped into the magical drawer.

The time machine was bearing a weight that it shouldn't have to bear and could crash at any time.

Hiro Nobi sat on the edge, looking at the mysterious time channel. It seemed like a phantom, but it was real and there was no end in sight.

What would happen if he accidentally fell out of the time machine? Hong wondered in his mind, would he be trapped in the turbulence of time, or would he travel to a random time and space?

"Crack!"

The space tunnel opened up into a circle and Hiroshi Nobi popped his head out.

Outside is a quaint path through the fields. Not far away there is an inn, and there are some shops that I have never seen before.

Walking on the street, Hong looked around curiously. The flower girls of the Edo period, bah... The costumes of the Edo period were really charming.

"Hey, wait, you haven't paid me yet."

"Old man, do you want to ask for money from our Horse-Faced Clan?"

"No...no, how dare I..."

“Haha, I’ll come again.”

The burly man with scruffy beard walked away in a dashing manner carrying a large bag of goods, leaving the timid shop owner standing there at a loss.

"Hey, Fat Tiger, why don't we go back first? It looks very dangerous here."

"How can that be? I haven't even met Miyamoto Musashi yet. If you don't want to keep going, I'll leave you here alone."

"Don't...I was just joking, hahaha."

The chaotic scene made Xiaofu feel uneasy. Perhaps coming here was a mistake. This was a chaotic era, and there were bad guys everywhere.

If you're unlucky and get hit, you're doomed.

"Grandpa, do you know a man named Miyamoto Musashi?"

"Miyamoto Musashi, I've never heard of this person..."

"Yeah, thank you for your help."

Hong helped to find out the whereabouts of Miyamoto Musashi, but there was no news after asking around.

Even if this is a remote area, there shouldn't be no news at all. It's really strange.

"How is it, do you have any news?" Fat Tiger scratched his forehead anxiously, "We must have come to the wrong place."

"We shouldn't have come to the wrong place. Maybe the people here don't know. Let's go to other villages and ask."

With that, Doraemon prepared to set off to the next village.

A scene of bullying suddenly appeared ahead on the road, with a thin young man crawling at the feet of a burly man.

"It's unforgivable. How dare you smile at my face? I must teach you a lesson."

"No...no, it was just a misunderstanding. I really didn't smile at your face."

The sturdy man held a pure iron wolf-tooth stick in his right hand, which was very scary. Passers-by around him hid far away and watched, for fear of being injured by mistake.

Except for one heartless person.

"Excuse me, what happened?"

"Pfft, hehe, this face looks really funny, Doraemon, come and take a look."

Nobita Nobi walked over curiously, came to the front, saw the big man's appearance clearly, and smiled from ear to ear.

With protruding nose hairs, thick lips, dark skin, and eyes shaped like daisy spirals, it is hard to imagine that there is a person standing in front of him.

"Ah! Damn brat!"

"How dare you laugh at our Horse-Faced Clan? I think you are tired of living."

Hearing the shrill laughter, the big man's face turned red, and he swung the mace in his hand vigorously and hit Nobita.

"Ah, help!"

When the passers-by heard the words "Horse-Faced Clan", they were all terrified and hid in their houses, locking the door curtains tightly, and the birds and beasts gathered and dispersed.

Nobita, who was slow to react, also realized the seriousness of the situation. His legs went weak and he couldn't dodge the mace that was coming towards his face.

“Telekinesis…”

The rapidly falling mace suddenly stopped, and the big man looked exhausted. Hiro Nobi took advantage of the two and a half seconds to pull Nobita over.

"Ah, thank you, Hong. You really are my good friend."