Yamazaki, in the southern part of Yamashiro Province.
At this strategically important location, a decisive battle is about to take place between the army marching towards Kyoto, centered around the Oda forces, and the Kinai army, led by the Miyoshi Three.
The army marching to Kyoto had already seen Matsunaga Hisahide of Yamato Province occupy Yamazaki Castle the previous night.
He had brought all of his troops inside the castle and was keeping a watchful eye on the Kinai forces on the plains from Mount Tenno.
The army marching to Kyoto, with Nobunaga as its commander-in-chief, is currently in this formation.鋒矢service
所謂so-calledIt's a formation shaped like an arrow (↑).
This battle formation excels at breaking through enemy lines and overwhelming them by displaying a large force.
However, it also has many weaknesses.
In other words, they are vulnerable to attacks from the flanks—and if besieged, they could be annihilated in no time.
Nevertheless, there was a reason why Nobunaga had deployed the arrowhead formation.
That's because as long as Hisahide is at Yamazaki Castle, the risk of being attacked from the flank is low.
The leader of the Oda clan had not considered the possibility of Hisahide rebelling. He seemed to have a deep trust in the ruthless warlord of Yamato Province.
And Nobunaga's resolve going into this decisive battle is extraordinary.
The Miyoshi Triumvirate, with Hosokawa Akimoto, the Muromachi Shogunal Deputy, on their side, sought to assert their power by defeating the army marching to Kyoto.
But the opposite is also true.
If Nobunaga succeeds in defeating the Kinai army head-on, it will seal the downfall of the Miyoshi Three.
It's no exaggeration to say that the winner of this decisive battle will rule the Kinki region...
As Hisamichi felt the presence of the marching army, filled with such determination, advancing behind him, he felt a thrilling shiver run down his spine at the joy of war.
(Apparently, even the barbarians of Oda—this Hisamichi—have no idea that he is hiding in the mountains of Tennozan.)
It was understandable that Hisamichi was excited.
After all, if Hisamichi's troops were to turn back and attack the flank of the army marching to Kyoto, it would completely overturn Nobunaga's expectations.
If Hisamichi's unit were to charge forward, the army marching to Kyoto would be thrown into disarray and forced to reorganize its positions in the face of the Kinai army.
In that scenario, it was obvious that the Kinai forces would secure victory by launching an offensive.
(However, there is a problem. If I charge into the army marching to Kyoto, I will surely die.)
In Hisamichi's mind, the battle situation is being simulated in an instant.
For example, let's say Hisamichi's troops charged down the mountain and launched a surprise attack on Nobunaga's main force.
If that happens, the Asai army from Omi, which is advancing in conjunction with Nobunaga's main force, will surely come out to intercept them immediately.
Furthermore, it was anticipated that Hisahide's troops, holed up in Yamazaki Castle, would all rush down the mountain and launch a pincer attack.
Although they are biological father and son, their relationship is now bound only by hatred. Hisahide probably wouldn't hesitate to kill Hisamichi.
(My father is quite ruthless, you know...)
A sinister smile appeared on the young man's face.
I absolutely wanted to avoid dying in agony from having my ass attacked by my hated father.
From Hisamichi's perspective, he would rather not be told that he died a "glorious death in battle."
No matter how much his bravery was praised by the Kinai army after his death, it wouldn't make him any money—that's the kind of worldly-first mentality Hisamichi had.
(Besides, the matter of him running away from me hasn't been settled yet, so I can't die.)...
The young man always had Yoshitsugu's image in his mind.
I also had a strong feeling that I absolutely could not let them get away this time.
I regret that once I get her back, I'll have to cut all the tendons in her legs and put a collar around her neck.
Furthermore, I was thinking of integrating them.
After I've violated her completely, I must use a knife to slice off her skin, which is flushed with sexual arousal, and devour it.
You can grind the bones into a powder and brew it into a tea. Or perhaps you could mix it with water and eat it like udon noodles.
In any case, eating and drinking are privileges of the living.
That's why Hisamichi had to stay alive.
Just imagining Yoshitsugu crying out and begging for forgiveness, pleading with Hisahide for help, as he was being dismembered—Hisamichi felt such pleasure that he was on the verge of ejaculating.
This, too, is nothing more than a privilege of the living. After all, once you become a skeleton, you can't possibly engage in sexual activity.
(Oh no, I can't go that far.)
Hisamichi shook his head and scratched at his own throat.
It's fine to eat her. But I must not kill her. I must satisfy my possessiveness by chaining her up, and then just cut off a part of her and eat it.
(I must connect with Lord Yoshitsugu in this world as my own flesh and blood, and I must ensure that he remembers me every time he looks at his own body.)
For the time being, that seemed sufficient to the young man.
If something comes up, we can just think about it then.
And Hisamichi was excited just thinking about Yoshitsugu.
"Stop marching"
A painfully erect penis.
Without showing any concern, Hisamichi gave orders to his army of 800 men.
Then, he had everyone lie down in the thicket of Mount Tenno. This was partly to allow them to rest, but more importantly, it was a measure to escape the scouting of the Yamazaki Castle occupying forces under Hisahide's command.
So why is Hisamichi hiding in the bushes of Tennozan? It's for this reason only.伏撃Ambush
Eventually, Hisahide's troops will descend the mountain and join the decisive battle.
Taking advantage of that opportunity, Hisamichi intended to annihilate his father's army.
From the young man's perspective, forcing his father to submit was far more appealing than annihilating the Oda army.
The thought of violating his father's anus after capturing him alive was too much for Hisamichi to bear, so he tore his crotch cloth and exposed his penis.
Then, thrusting it into the humus, he releases his lust to the fullest.
Despite engaging in such behavior, the young man spoke in a clear tone.
"It appears the deployment is complete. We will now stand by for a while. When the enemy descends the mountain, we will launch an assault on my command. There is no need to repeat it."
The soldiers nodded. They understood Hisamichi's sexual preferences very well.
When hungry, he and Hisamichi would butcher and eat farmers, and when he needed to relieve himself, he would do so by using the skeletons and other things lying around on the battlefield.
Considering that, having sex with a mountain is not a particularly strange thing to do.
"...Apparently, it's started at the foot of the mountain."
A battle cry that seemed to crawl up the side of the mountain.
Upon hearing this, Hisamichi flashed a truly refreshing, charming smile.
He was, after all, the son of the handsome Hisahide and the daughter of Miyoshi Nagayoshi. It was impossible that he would have had an unattractive face.
However, there's no guarantee that she'll be able to keep that smile on her face forever.
It was autumn in the mountains. The temperature in the mountains fluctuated wildly, and there was a possibility of losing body heat in an instant.
And the men of the Hisamichi unit know this well from experience.
They huddled together to maintain their body temperature, much like pill bugs gathered under a rock.
However, each of these experiences strengthens the bonds between the soldiers.
The better the coordination among soldiers, the more precise and coordinated their attacks and defenses will be during group battles, and the higher their survival rate will be.
In fact, that's how the men of the Hisamichi unit have survived.
"Are you sure you want to stay on the mountain?"
The man standing beside Hisamichi asked the question. He was a soldier with whom he had a long-standing relationship. The young man turned a smiling face towards him.
Then he pulls back his hips and pulls his now-limp penis out of the ground.
"Do you have any complaints?"
"No. I will abide by Lord Hisamichi's judgment in all matters."
"That would be good."
Hisamichi tore the grass from the bushes at the roots. Then, he elegantly wiped his groin.
I looked again at the literal clay clinging to the leaves.
"Useless fools," the young man thought .罵Nonoshi
It wasn't directed at the soldiers. It was an insult directed at his own sperm.
Hisamichi is aware that women cannot become pregnant from his semen.
The young man had embraced countless women with the fingers and toes of both his hands and feet.
And she also repeatedly engaged in sexual activity with Yoshitsugu.
However, as a result, there have never been any reports of pregnancies.
Hisamichi was also a positivist. Therefore, he was convinced that he was infertile.
(They're useless.)
As he buried the leaves in the clay, Hisamichi felt an overwhelming urge to stab his own arm with his sword.
However, this was a battlefield. Since it affected morale, I tried to reflect on my actions.
(Of all things, I couldn't even bear children... Am I inferior to my father as a male?)
That fact is the greatest source of distress for Hisamichi.
The bloodline that has been built up over generations.
Having to bring it to an end with my generation was a deep humiliation.
Hisamichi certainly hated his father. But he loved his mother.
The inability to have children means the inability to pass on the mother's bloodline. It is a painful reality that one cannot help but suffer.
Perhaps that's precisely why Hisamichi is so attached to Yoshitsugu, who resembles his mother.
His mother, who had intercourse with his father and given birth to him, certainly loved the young man.
However, that love is a different kind of love than the one she felt for Hisahide.
She probably never even considered having sex with Hisamichi, and she would have definitely refused.
Hisamichi absolutely did not want to do anything that would make his mother sad.
And then she met Yoshitsugu. She was truly a substitute for her mother.
He could commit rape against Yoshitsugu, who was not his mother, something he couldn't do to his own mother.
Because he feels no pain whatsoever. On the contrary, he feels nothing but a sense of accomplishment. That's the kind of man Hisamichi is.
However, his greatest wish—the simulated experience of impregnating a mother with his own child—will not come true.
Even if Hisamichi wanted to impregnate Yoshitsugu, it would be impossible for him as he was infertile.
The fact that you can't do what your hated father can do is a source of considerable stress.
Therefore, Hisamichi chose a different path to leave his mark on Yoshitsugu. That path would leave a lasting impression on her, along with the primal emotion of fear.記憶heart
If I can inflict a wound on her heart that will never heal, then I can remain a part of her life.記憶inside
I couldn't think of any other way. I thought that was the only way I could leave proof that I had survived.
Even if it was described as distorted, there was nothing the person could do about it. They had no choice but to follow the path they had chosen.
"...They've come."
A short waiting period.
Meanwhile, the Hisamichi unit, having fully recovered their strength, began to hear the sounds of men and horses.
Indeed, the army is descending from Mount Tennozan.
The military banner visible in the distance was indeed modeled after a leaf pattern, so there was no doubt that it belonged to the Matsunaga family's army.蔦Ivy
"Draw your sword, or hold your weapon, and kneel on one knee...so you can run at any moment. No need to repeat."
Hisamichi whispered.
The order stated that there was no need for repetition, but naturally, it was impossible for all 800 soldiers to hear it.
Inevitably, instructions are passed around like a game of telephone, whispered to each other.
Their relationship was close enough to make that possible.
Though they were born in different places and from different hometowns, they shared a sense of camaraderie from living together on the battlefield. Furthermore, the sticky bond unique to the male culture of the Sengoku period, where they became like brothers by having sex with captured men and women, made this possible.輪姦round
"It's almost time..."
The footsteps of Matsunaga's army descending the mountain were rough and ragged.
There was a sense of urgency, a desire to rush to the scene as the decisive battle suddenly erupted.
And at that moment, a feeling of disappointment crossed Hisamichi's mind.
I was confident that Hisahide would not march in such a humiliating manner.
That old fox is the kind of man who would descend the mountain slowly and cautiously, and would remain unfazed even if the war were over.
Hisamichi hated his father as a man, but for that reason, he had thoroughly studied his father's outstanding military tactics.
"Not yet... not yet, wait."
800 men, enveloped in a silent, murderous aura, gripped their weapons tightly, awaiting the order.
Hisahide also drew the sword he wore at his waist and gripped it tightly in his left hand. He was left-handed.
The men's eyes gradually became bloodshot.
They were bloodthirsty, or perhaps driven by sexual desire.
He is a man who has stood on the battlefield. He knows from experience that the anus of a man he has just killed is the most pleasurable sexual organ.
Their anticipation makes me restless. I feel an itchiness running through my entire body.
It wasn't fear that drove the men, but a craving.
In that sense, perhaps all the men here are genuine warmongers.
The enemy is already very close.
One horse was spotted. About 2,000 soldiers were descending the mountain. This was more than two-thirds of Matsunaga's army, but to Hisamichi, such things were irrelevant.
The crucial point was that Hisahide was not leading the army.
A fresh scent that you can experience with your eyes and ears.
The sighs of men and horses, and the hurried sound of footsteps on the mountain.
Because it was a mountain path, the soldiers advanced hastily in a single file formation.
2000 to 800.
That's just the right number of targets for an ambush.
A menacing, glaring expression was uniformly present on the men's faces.
They had reached their limit. Just as they were about to break free from their owner's restraint and pounce, Hisamichi stood up.
Then, he roars. He starts running. He takes the lead himself, charging straight into the enemy's column.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"