Oda Nobuna No Yabou -

Sagara Yoshiharu —the high schooler dragged across time from the modern world—rubbed the back of his neck and stared at the lines representing enemy strongholds. He was exhausted, but sleep was a luxury the Warring States period rarely granted. "You are making that stupid face again, Monkey."

"No," Yoshiharu said, leaning back on his heels. "We still have our problems, sure. But we don't have armored samurai running around burning things. Kids go to school, people buy food from all over the world, and no one has to worry about a rival clan attacking them in the middle of the night." Oda Nobuna No Yabou

"Tell me, Monkey," she said softly, her usual fiery tone dipping into something quieter, more vulnerable. "In your future, do people still fight like this? Do they still burn down villages just to move a border by a few miles?" Sagara Yoshiharu —the high schooler dragged across time

"It's my thinking face, Nobuna," Yoshiharu countered with a tired grin. "A guy has to use his brain when he is trying to rewrite history without getting killed." "We still have our problems, sure

The smell of ozone and burning cedar clung to the humid air of Owari. Inside the war council tent, a single candle flickered against the map of Japan spread across the low table.