Nobunaga's Imouto is My Wife Chapter 1

There are countless men.

They are robust men.

No matter who they are, everyone is bowing.

Moreover, it is I who make them bow to me.

In modern Japan, how many people have experienced such a thing?

「Well then, let the council commence!」

The well-tanned old man (standing) closest to me yelled in his loudest voice.

「Firstly, the ongoing tax collection from the territory… is what I’d like to say, but…」

When the old man glanced at me, he laughed with a loud voice.

「Everyone! Tomorrow, finally, will be the day we welcome the Princess of the Oda Clan! We need to work together to make sure nothing goes wrong!」

OOOooo! The men raise their voice.

While desperately trying to stay composed, I decided to answer earnestly “May as well do it” if anyone talks to me.

Revealing my faults wouldn’t be good.

It’s because I cannot grasp the situation that’s playing out me at all.

(How did this happen?)

I was watching a council meeting of dirty men unfold while dripping with cold sweat.

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I was in my room in the welfare dormitory studying for the end of semester exam that’ll be held tomorrow.

Yes, it’s what you call “Last-minute cramming”.

However, I just don’t feel motivated.

I threw the mechanical pencil, and closed the Mathematical IIB textbook

For a change of pace, I pull out my History textbook.

Fukai Nagamasa, that is my name.

My parents died early, so I don’t have any memories of them… “Mars” or “Universe”, I am actually thankful that I was not given such a weird name.

I hate the classes at school.

Even more so, I hate the teachers who say: “all of you, memorize this”.

That’s why I truly couldn’t put my all into cramming.

Instead, something more different– I want to be taught and learn about things that relate more directly to life.

I am one of the students who desire such things.

However, that is impossible with the current system. I haven’t even once thought “let’s learn” about other things, not even in the slightest bit.

Also, what I like the most is to study history.

「History? Don’t you only need to memorize it?」

There was a classmate who said this, but this person doesn’t understand at all.

However, I do.

「History is not something you memorize, it is something that we, the human beings of the present, search for ourselves.」

Unanimously, all historians assert this.

History is something you explore; it won’t reveal itself to you on its own.

During the time I had chuunibyou–In a history book I casually picked up in the Library, the historian said so in the afterword–and I continue to hold it in high regard even now.

The me from then on was hasty.

A person who suffers from chuunibyou greedily strives for knowledge more than anyone.

For example, the name of an evil god or a setting, or possibly a cool sounding expression and such; I absorb this kind of information like a dry sponge in water.

What I wanted was knowledge for living in the present.

This was also a desire born from the chuunibyou-like idea of ”because this seems like it would be necessary for when I have my own nation”.

[SeventhRealm: I feel the same way when reading novels…]

Panicking, I open the mathematical IIB textbook.

(Sle… Sleepy.)

I noticed that the clock had now hit 4:30am.

Sleepy, very sleepy, I can’t help but be sleepy.

I prepared myself and set my alarm to 6am.

I’ll take a nap. If I lie down for a bit, I’ll clear my head.

(If I wake up at 6 and seriously study for an hour…)

I crawled into bed while thinking of these things, and I fell asleep, but–

「Milord, it’s time to wake up.」

「–Ha?」

When I became aware, I was exactly in a Japanese futon in an elegant tatami-floored room and was being awakened by a boy with a strange top-knot hairstyle.

And then while I was dumbfounded, I was dressed in a thick kimono and hakama, and an eboshi was placed on my head–while being unable to make heads or tails of anything, I arrived at that opening scene.

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「Nagamasa-sama, is that all the arrangements for when the person of the Oda family enters our territory?」

「It’s fine as it is.」

However I, who have been trying to stay calm, was gradually starting to understand the situation.

First of all, my name seems to be recognized as 「Nagamasa」.

Also, in the room of this main building is a large number of powerful men who are respectful towards me, but also give off a “We are the lords of this territory” aura.

Additionally, the phrase “Oda family”.

(Is this perhaps……)

I gulped a mouthful of saliva.

And–taking the danger into account, I asked a trick question.

「I must ask, what is the current year?」

「–Ha?」

The Grand hall became silent.

What on earth I intended by saying that, they didn’t seem to understand at all.

They can’t say anything untactful towards me who is the Lord… Such tension drifts between the men.

「Nagamasa-sama, it is currently the 10th year of the Eiroku Era.」

A single man answered from the Grand hall.

I looked at his direction and nodded slowly 「Mmm」.

I somehow exude a dignified aura just by seriously composing myself and moving my body slowly.

「It’s the year of critical junctures.」

I said what I thought of immediately when I heard the number 10.

With that, a sound like “Ooh…” came from the Grand hall.

You’re just too simple, all of you.

「I’m full of energy in mind and spirit, and the current head of the Oda family is still healthy.」

Saying that, I quietly stared meaningfully at the aforementioned middle-aged uncle who was the closest to me.

The middle-aged uncle might have thought he needed to say something, and nodded with a “Yes”, after which,

「Indeed, Oda Nobunaga-dono will be 33 years old, and Nagamasa-sama will be 22 years old! Dear me, once again this is a happy matter! Even in the age of civil war, we have an excellent lord and both clans are being connected in an alliance in this year of critical junctures. How fortunate!」

OOOOOO! The Grand hall became noisy again.

I looked at the man with conviction as I nod, but in my innermost thought, I retort with ”I’m not 22 years old”.

No doubt, I have become the Sengoku Daimyo, Nagamasa Azai of Oumi.

So when I finally recognized this, my beating heart thumped, and cold sweat was slowly dripping all over my body.

This is like a dream-like fantasy story which I occasionally read about in light novels, but I never thought it would take place in reality…

I tightly grasp my chest instinctively.

(Besides, what’s this about marriage!? Aren’t I still a student!?)

As Historians say: “The people’s ideas in the present will be entirely different compared to those in the past.”

I was dressed in Reifuku by a page and helped with various things until noon.

By the way, I thought that the wedding will surely start this evening, but I guess common sense in the Sengoku Period it does not seem as it is.

The bride will certainly come here to Odani Castle, but that does not mean we will immediately meet today.

She’ll be staying at one of the rooms in the castle since the ‘Wedding Ceremony’ will be held the next day.

As proof, Odani Castle is in an uproar already from top to bottom.

The younger sister of the Great Daimyo of Owari and Mino, Oda Nobunaga is coming so I can’t be imprudent.

Honestly, I’ve already prepared myself.

Well, it’s because I somehow traveled to the Sengoku Period, and it will be difficult to return to the former world.

The name is also the same, which is “Nagamasa”, and is one of the reasons that there is no discomfort.

Although, the last name that was “Fukai” is now “Azai”, that is the only change…

Also, I have no lingering feelings for that world.

Rather, I might fit better in this world where I am not driven to cram for exams.

What I wanted to learn were things that related directly to life.

And indeed here in the Sengoku Era, what I ought to learn was all no doubt directly connected to my life.

Furthermore, if I make use of the knowledge I learned in Historical Science, my land will surely grow.

To be able to study in accordance with my desires, and yet being able to return the knowledge of my former world to the land is a Win-Win situation.

Moreover, the princess of the Oda clan, who was said to be a peerless beauty as taught in the future, was to come as a bride.

I was prepared early as necessary, for the inevitable.

「It’s decided, I will completely develop my territory and the princess thoroughly!」

Alone in the room, I raised my spirit strongly.

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–However, I came to regret my overly-optimistic decision.

After the “Wedding Ceremony”, overlooking the celebration of song and dance and leaving the noisy hall, what I lay in wait for was the “Consummation of Marriage”… or the so-called “Bridal Night”.

In the dimly-lit room, there was a garden lantern that was shaking.

Only a black-haired woman in bed clothing, who was sitting in seiza, and a one-set futon, was illuminated by the light.

Boldly, I licked my lips.

The depiction of Lady Oichi who was famed as a “Peerless Beauty” no doubt appears in color in Japanese History textbooks and records.

If I may be so bold to say, I looked at them and was sneering with the notion that “She won’t be considered as beautiful if it was said in modern times”, but it was far from it. The actual thing is the real deal.

A goddess is here.

For a TV actress or Gravure Idol to come before her was out of the question.

Her lustrous black hair flows like silk, and her smooth snow-white skin vividly contrasts quite nicely.

Great round moistened eyes, with a tall bridge nose.

Above all, a nice figure. I came to this room together with her but was surprised that there is not much of a height difference. Maybe as tall as 170 centimeters.

Her chest that is bulging in the kimono can stir up the evil passion in me who was a man.

Without a doubt, she is an unrivaled beauty.

However, at the present stage, you can say an unrivaled beautiful girl.

I quietly sat in front of Lady Oichi.

Then, she bowed respectfully in a mitsuyubi and then looked at me with upturned eyes.

「Oichi greets Nagamasa-sama, once again, please take care of me from now on…」

I’m impressed.

How should I say it!

A long-forgotten Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko is here.

However, I, who is a modern-day child, also think this.

That is… What would it be like if this graceful princess is completely developed as a woman?

「Right, like an ero doujinshi, an ero doujinshi.」

「–Eh?」

Oops! I unconsciously said it out loud.

Seeing her snow-white shoulders, I gulped down my saliva, and started the first step of the ”Lady Oichi Development Project”.

Chapter end