"In this way, is this Kyōka a promising talent?"
Ume showed no jealousy on her face, and responded softly with a face full of joy:
"Yes. Her ability and knowledge are far higher than us children from poor families."
Rasa shook his head and touched Ume's cheek slightly.
"You have no guard against people at all. If it weren't for me, you would probably be sidelined by her sooner or later."
Ume, who was enjoying Rasa's touch, opened her eyes in surprise.
Rasa showed a cheerful smile on his face and patted her cheek gently.
"You continue to rest. I'll go take a look."
After saying this, Rasa walked out the door.
"That's it. Follow my arrangement, can make them lose hundreds of people in an instant at least."
"A sudden 20% loss ratio, plus fear of unknown means, the morale of the Shogunate army will definitely collapse."
"Next, we just..."
Kyōka sat cross-legged on the upper seat, exuding confidence on her face, speaking impassionedly.
She hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly saw the several rows of girls sitting below, who were listening attentively originally, suddenly all bowed their heads respectfully.
Seeing this sudden scene, Kyōka's originally confident expression became confused in an instant. She said strangely:
"Eh? Why do you suddenly..."
Just halfway through this doubtful sentence, Kyōka realized something immediately.
Nervousness and panic appeared on her face instantly. She turned around hurriedly, bowing her head like the girls below.
At the same time, a strange young man's voice sounded in her ear.
"Are you Kyōka?"
Hearing this gentle male voice, although she had been regretting not seeing the god.
But now really seeing the god, her heart, which had been trained to be calm in danger, felt inexplicably nervous and flustered.
She tried hard to suppress the panic in her heart, her limbs slightly stiff and cold, trying to make her voice sound gentle and calm:
"Yes, this concubine is Kyōka."
Because of excessive nervousness, Kyōka unconsciously used the most formal self-address she hadn't used a few times in her life.
Although Kyōka was born in a scholarly family, and there were several high officials among her ancestors, her family had declined for decades.
Now her father was reduced to teaching and educating people in nearby villages.
Although Kyōka's knowledge was still much higher than ordinary civilians, in terms of various addresses, she was no different from civilians.
Rasa looked down at Kyōka. A few seconds later, he nodded.
Although ambitious in heart, not too high.
Judging from her arrangement just now, she did have certain means.
Rasa walked a few steps forward, sat on the tatami casually, didn't sit cross-legged, sitting like a street loafer.
"All rise."
After everyone looked up.
Rasa said casually:
"Kyōka, continue your arrangement."
Hearing this, the intelligent Kyōka understood instantly what this meant.
So her face lit up with joy, kneeling back to the original place respectfully, saying softly with a kneeling posture more standard than any time before:
"After the Shogunate army collapses, we rest for a while, then..."
After finishing all arrangements, Kyōka turned her head carefully, looking at the god sitting next to her.
This was also the first time Kyōka saw the god's appearance.
Although seeing the god for the first time, Kyōka had already inquired about his appearance from others.
No difference from others' descriptions, looking just handsome.
But although only handsome, it inexplicably gave people a strong sense of intimacy and a vague sense of majesty.
This sense of majesty was far unmatched even by the high officials in the capital Kyōka had seen.
The figure was relatively tall, reaching 1.75 meters.
Among all the men Kyōka knew, he was already the tallest kind.
Rasa looked at the two colors of faith constantly emerging from the several rows of girls sitting below.
Most girls' faith was pale black, a few were thick black.
Black faith was a devout believer, thick black was close to a fanatic.
Like the thick purple faith on Ume, it was the representative color of a fanatic.
Rasa scanned around. From all directions far away, faith also surged onto him constantly.
But most of the colors of these faiths coming from distant places were just pale white.
These were obviously the faiths transmitted by pan-believers believing in the Great God of Holy Breasts after the faith of the Great God of Holy Breasts spread.
Rasa turned his head to look at Kyōka with amazing giant breasts, milky white faith emerging constantly above her head.
This young woman who had received good education and had relatively high status.
Her faith in him was obviously the lowest among the believers present.
"Your plan is very good, but my goal is to make the Shogunate army collapse and surrender on the spot."
"Now follow my plan..."
Unfortunately, he just used all Chakra to activate the space beacon.
Otherwise, just separating a few shadow clones would be done directly.
...
The army marched in orderly steps on the flat road.
Every soldier and samurai was in high spirits and looked determined.
Especially the dozens of rows of samurai in the middle were clad in armor, wearing long swords at their waists, looking energetic.
It had only been more than twenty years since the Tokugawa Shogunate seized the world.
More than twenty years was not too long. Veterans who experienced the war back then were still serving today.
Most young soldiers and samurai had also witnessed war in their childhood.
There were even many soldiers who grew up in piles of dead bodies.
Although there were a few soldiers who hadn't seen blood and were protected well since childhood among them.
But because the atmosphere was so serious, they were also infected unknowingly and followed suit.
The Magistrate, who changed into full-body armor, rode on a horse, looking at the soldiers around with firm steps and confident faces.
The depression generated in his heart because a certain samurai claimed to be sick, obviously fleeing before the battle, was finally suppressed.
It seemed not everyone was a coward!
Although these people were not comparable to the Shogunate's direct samurai, Hatamoto Hachimanki.
But compared with the troops of other daimyo, they were not much weaker.
With so many elite troops, this matter was absolutely certain.
As long as this matter was done well, maybe he could move his position up again...
Thinking of this, the Magistrate touched the microphone hanging at his waist, tightening the rope wearing it.
He would use it when persuading surrender later, couldn't lose it.
Yes, this world is so outrageous.
Manyū Hiken-chō is essentially just a fanservice comedy anime set in the early Edo period.
Many things that shouldn't appear in this era appeared in this era because of the comedy plot.
Just in the anime with only five volumes of manga plot, more than a dozen things only available in modern times appeared.
On the other side in the distance, Kagefusa Manyū riding a white horse.
She played with the matchlock gun in her hand with both hands, raising the matchlock gun from time to time, aiming at the front in the void, making a soft "Bang!" sound from her mouth from time to time.
Around Kagefusa Manyū, a dozen young women wearing white clothes also rode horses, surrounding her.
Ōka Sayama was alone behind Kagefusa Manyū, staring at her silently, no expression could be seen on her cold face.
The huge team walked slowly but firmly in such silence.
Except for footsteps and armor collision sounds, there were no other noises.
Ōka Sayama staring at Kagefusa Manyū silently suddenly frowned, looking around uncertainly, seeming to be looking for something.
"Flat chest, what's wrong?"
Kagefusa Manyū, who seemed to focus all her attention on the matchlock gun, noticed the movement of Ōka Sayama behind her immediately.
She put on a mischievous smile on her face and laughed.
The dozen ninjas of the Manyū main family around immediately laughed cooperatively in a low voice just audible to Ōka Sayama.
However, Ōka Sayama's reaction completely exceeded Kagefusa Manyū's expectations.
She originally thought Ōka Sayama couldn't help quarreling with her.
But the other party seemed not to hear, still looking around, frowning deeper and deeper.
Seeing this, Kagefusa Manyū's provocative smile also converged. She also began to observe the surroundings seriously.
Affected by this, the dozen ninjas who were laughing around also looked around nervously.
Tense atmosphere began to spread.
The Magistrate saw the nervous Manyū ninjas looking around over there, even starting to affect the surrounding soldiers.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
This was a major event related to his future. He had already arranged everything.
The number of scouts sent out also reached an amazing number.
If there was really any situation, the scouts sent out would have issued warnings long ago.
Now the scouts still reported normally, which meant there were no ambush soldiers around.
And looking around, it was all flat land.
This kind of flat land couldn't hide ambush soldiers at all. In the Magistrate's view, these people were really too neurotic.
The Magistrate just wanted to speak, but finally closed his mouth somewhat fearfully.
People of the Manyū clan were arrogant madmen.
If he interrupted their unknown neurotic state at this time, who knew what crazy things they would do?
Just when the Magistrate decided to pretend not to see anything.
Two somewhat cracked soprano voices came at the same time!
"Everyone get down quickly!"
Hearing this sharp soprano, the Magistrate immediately turned his head to look.
Only to find that those ninjas had all jumped off the horses, lying on the ground regardless of image.
Seeing this scene, the Magistrate felt unprecedented fear in his heart, also flipped over regardless of image, jumping off the horse's back.
At the moment the Magistrate jumped down, he turned his head and glanced ahead.
Found that several women appeared inexplicably in front, forming strange hand seals with both hands.
Hundreds of soldiers at the very front who didn't have time to lie down were inexplicably cut in half at the waist.
As if some invisible blade flew over from the front!
Pfft! Bang!
Crackling!
The Magistrate fell on the solid road without any buffer. He blinked, before he had time to think about the scene he just saw.
The sound of objects falling to the ground rang out successively. At the same time, there was the sound of a large amount of liquid soaring into the sky.
The Magistrate looked fearfully at the bloody scene where soldiers in front were inexplicably cut in half.
Upper bodies fell to the ground, lower bodies still standing in place spurting a large amount of blood.
The blood spraying several meters or even more than ten meters high with temperature began to fall on the ground.
For people lying on the ground, it seemed like a warm rain of blood fell from the sky.
For a time, the atmosphere became extremely silent.
The surviving people dared not move, dared not scream, just lying silently on the ground.
After an unknown amount of time.
"Alright, the enemies have disappeared. Don't play dead anymore!"
An irritable female voice sounded.
Kagefusa Manyū pushed away several female ninjas covering her with their bodies first, stood up, and said unceremoniously.
The few female ninjas pushed away by her stood up one after another, wiping the blood splashed on their faces invariably.
Ōka Sayama looked heavily at the hundred soldiers neatly cut off their upper bodies at the waist.
The originally firm belief suddenly shook in her heart.
Even the legendary sword qi was absolutely impossible to fly over at such a long distance, and could cut off hundred soldiers separated by such a long distance at the waist at the same time.
Could it really be a god?
"Ahhh!"
"This weird and unpredictable means, god! Definitely a god!"
A man's screaming sound rang out.
It was a young soldier among the soldiers climbing up from the rear who screamed in collapse after seeing the bloody scene in front.
This young soldier was one of the few children protected well since childhood.
As soon as he came out to the battlefield, he saw hundreds of colleagues inexplicably cut in half at the waist, and didn't even see the enemy's appearance.
This weird and bloody scene instantly destroyed the reason in the soldier's heart.
He shouted and screamed, even pulling the clothes of the colleague next to him, shaking desperately.
"God! The Great God of Holy Breasts is real!"
"This is the warning of the Great God of Holy Breasts to us!"
"How can we fight against..."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
The young soldier pulling his companion's clothes desperately, shouting and screaming at the same time to vent his inner fear.
He looked down at the blood hole appearing on his chest, his hands grabbing his companion's clothes corner suddenly loosened, collapsing weakly on the ground.
Kagefusa Manyū with a cold expression put away the smoking matchlock gun, looking coldly at the Magistrate not far away.
The Magistrate, who was also immersed in fear, reacted instantly.
He steadied his body, drew the samurai sword at his waist, and shouted loudly:
"Those who spread fear and shake the morale of the army will be dealt with by military law!"
"The opponent is just a sword master. If really a god, how could we still be alive now?"
"If the punishment of the god is only killing a hundred lives, isn't this god too weak?"
Although the Magistrate's words were full of loopholes as long as thinking carefully.
But at this time, who would think carefully? Everyone just needed a reasonable excuse to deceive themselves.
The morale of the army, which was faintly collapsing due to the young soldier venting fear constantly.
Stabilized instantly.
Seeing everyone stabilize, the Magistrate breathed a sigh of relief, moving his still trembling legs, turning around stiffly.