GUDAGUDA Joins In

Therefore, he needs to constantly learn from the strengths and experiences of swordsmiths from various schools, in order to one day be able to forge the only divine weapon he truly desires.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Shirou walked through a dark alley when suddenly a figure jumped out and blocked their way.

Wearing a red and black military uniform with a golden sun crown on the front of his military cap, with long, straight black hair and crimson eyes looking at Shirou, he carried a musket with gold trim on his shoulder, a smile on his lips, and his whole body exuded a powerful and mad aura.

Despite it being a warrior world with low magic and high martial arts, she could see towering demonic flames behind her, and feel the intense heat and scorching intensity of the fire burning everything.

Shirou stepped forward, shielding Yukino behind him.

"Fifty years in the human realm is but a tiny speck compared to the heavens. Worldly affairs are like dreams and flowing water. Life is but a fleeting moment, and death is imminent. This is the seed of enlightenment, yet regret fills the heart. Go to Kyoto now, and see Lord Atsumori's head! Look across the world, within the seas and skies, is there anyone who lives forever?"

The young girl in front of me recited Atsumori's Japanese poem with the air Atsumori Cao Cao's poem "Facing the wine, let us sing, for how short is life?" after he defeated Yuan Shao and unified the north.

"Oda... Nobunaga?" Shirou asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed on the other man. As a samurai, his swordsmanship was not top-notch, but he had absolute confidence in fighting to the death.

The katana in his hand was a treasured sword personally forged by Muramasa with painstaking effort, fearless in the face of any famous sword in the world.

Even if the opponent was the Oda Nobunaga, a ruthless killer burning with the flames of sin, Shirou, influenced by the remaining consciousness within him, had only one thought in his mind: 'Before I get shot, I must cut off her head.'

Muramasa is currently just a young samurai traveling around during the Warring States period. He has not yet become the world-renowned, mysterious swordsmith known as the first Muramasa.

However, he loved forging, and whenever he traveled to a city, he would always visit the local blacksmith's shop and pay respects to the swordsmiths there. He was very talented in this area, and the swords he forged were now comparable to the most exquisite swords on the market, some of which were extremely rare and valuable.

The aura emanating from the black-haired girl opposite him was several times stronger than his physical strength; they were on completely different levels. However, given the current distance, he could still manage to trade his life for hers if necessary.

Seeing Shirou's actions, the black-haired girl smiled with interest and said:

"Oh, so after guessing my identity, your first reaction was to draw your sword? What a strange man. Despite being a warrior who fights on the battlefield and transforms himself into a cold-blooded demon, you're still pursuing justice?"

"Hmph, this isn't exactly justice, but if killing people like you could bring peace to the country, I really hope it can," Shirou said.

"Hahahaha! Interesting! A man like you would probably be boring as a partner, but very interesting as an opponent. I've fallen for you! I am the Oda Nobunaga, Oda Nobunaga! Since you want to be savior of justice, let's play a game. With me, now an evil demon!"

The black-haired girl pointed to herself, then raised her musket, aimed it at Shirou's face, and said with a smile.

"If I win, you will become my retainer. From now on, you will only serve me," said the Demon Nobunaga.

"I never thought of being savior; I just wanted to find the answers," Shirou said in a deep voice.

"Is that so? Is that so? There are as many things as mountains that people can't understand. Since you still haven't figured it out, then let's end our conversation here for today. I'll come back to find you again, and next time we'll be your enemy. Hahahaha!!" Demon Nobunaga laughed and left.

Only now did Shirou finally breathe a sigh of relief. Although he wasn't afraid of fighting, if a real battle broke out, his agreement with the farmers would be over.

"Master, what's wrong with that person? He's terrifying! He's like a ghost from hell!" Yukino, who had been protected behind him, asked.

"Looks like I've been targeted by some troublesome guys," Shirou said helplessly. Even though he managed to evade the female samurai group, he still couldn't escape his fate.

Meanwhile, a commotion was taking place inside an official residence in the northern district.

"Get out! You sickly, ugly woman, you should just find a man to marry!" In the residence of the magistrate, a burly woman grabbed a young girl by the back of her collar and threw her out the door.

"Ugly and coughing up blood, no man would want a woman like that, right? But don't give up! If you're ugly, exercise more! If you're not satisfied, then go and work out to build muscles that won't make you cough up blood!" The hot-blooded, tough woman who helped Soji move the corpse earlier showed off her perfect biceps.

"You vomit blood every time you work! You're a disgrace to women! Don't let us see you again! Ugh!" The burly woman beside her gave the girl one last disgusted look and spat towards the door.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

The pale pink-haired samurai girl, who landed directly on her bottom, sat there blankly, somewhat at a loss.

"No... these ancient people! No matter how I explain it, I can't understand! My swordsmanship is clearly the best! If it weren't for my sickly skill... and I'm not ugly at all!" the girl retorted, getting up from the ground and rubbing her sore bottom.

Even after arriving in another world, Miss Okita remains as useless as ever. She can't even handle her best job—security management—besides assassination, and is thus kicked out by the female warriors there.

Shirou happened to be passing by with Yukino, witnessed this scene and slowly turned his head away.

He never expected to witness such an embarrassing scene. To protect the girl's self-esteem, Shirou decided to pretend he hadn't seen anything and started walking towards their place.

Chapter 219 Gudaguda Joins

On the street, a girl with pale pink hair, sitting on the ground, looked at Shirou and felt that he looked familiar. She exclaimed, "Ah!"

"..." Shirou pretended not to hear and continued forward.

Girls are very conscious of their image, so at this moment, yes, they didn't know each other, and no one here saw Ms. Okita's embarrassing side.

"Ahhh!" Soji cried out again, watching Shirou's retreating figure.

"..." Shirou paused for a moment and then continued walking forward.

"So you really are the Master I met before, Komachi's older brother!" Soji exclaimed.

Shirou had no choice but to turn around and greet her, "Okita... Miss?"

"It really is you, Shirou! Wow, you've really grown up! Don't be shy, just call me Soji." Sakura Saber ran up to Shirou and patted him on the shoulder, acting all familiar. Her girlish pride seemed to have been completely forgotten.

The so-called sense of shame is something you'll almost forget after being embarrassed a few times. For Ms. Okita, who coughs up blood every day, it's already a habit.

"Wait, wait for me!"

"Ah! She's here! Master, this person seems to have weakened, she's not scary at all. I'll cut off her head for you and present it to you!" Yukino drew her katana and charged forward to cut down Nobu.

"What! Why! I didn't say anything, why are you trying to kill me?" Nobu narrowly dodged the attack and asked in alarm.

"Don't hide! Demon! You were the one who provoked Master first!" Yukino shouted, brandishing her katana as she chased after Nobu.

"That's too much to ask! You little raccoon girl! How hateful! If I hadn't had my powers stolen by that wicked Nobu, I would have shown you what the Nobunaga Stand Hundred Crack Fist is all about!!!" Nobu said viciously as he fled.

"Shirou, have you encountered Nobu before this?" Soji asked Shirou.

"Yeah, just now. But the demon king I encountered before was terrifying, it feels so different from this one." Shirou replied with a puzzled look, even the voice of the Nobu in front of him was more childish and delicate.

"Damn it! I am the Oda Nobunaga!!! Not just anyone can offend me! Let me show you my Noble Phantasm! Three Thousand Worlds--!!!"

"What! She can still use her Noble Phantasm?! Yukino, get out of the way!" Shirou asked in surprise.

"Hahaha!!! Tremble, you sinners who have offended me!" Nobu laughed maniacally.

Even though she was a young girl, she was indeed the most famous lord who dominated the country Warring States period, the overlord who ushered in the Azuchi-Momoyama period— the Oda Nobunaga: Oda Nobunaga!

Her long black hair flew high behind her, and a backdrop of raging flames emerged from behind her, from which emerged deadly spearheads.

A magnificent black musket inlaid with gold appeared, then fell to the ground.

With a snap, the flames behind him vanished, leaving only a musket.

"Huh?" Nobu stared blankly at the musket on the ground.

"Hmm?" Yukino frowned in confusion, looking at Nobu. His smile was so powerful; did he mean "three thousand worlds" just for a single musket? Was it some kind of incredibly powerful musket?

"Huh?" Nobu looked behind her with a blank expression. Why was there only one gun? What happened to the promised three thousand guns? Her Noble Phantasm wasn't particularly powerful. Apart from being effective against cavalry, it was just an ordinary musket. It only looked impressive when all of them were fired at the same time.

But now, there's only one?

"Hmm?" Yukino observed Nobu's expression, feeling something was off. She wondered if this guy really was weak.

"Mmm..." Sensing Yukino's gaze, Nobu knew she couldn't continue like this. Even if she became weaker, she couldn't lose her momentum.

"Hahaha! Lie on the ground and repent!" Nobu pointed the gun at Yukino and pulled the trigger.

"Yukino, watch out!" Shirou shouted.

Yukino displayed her agile, cat-like movements, and with her petite figure, she was not easy to target. Just before the gunpowder was ignited, she quickly leaped away from the muzzle of the gun.

Bang!

White smoke billowed from the musket's pipe, producing a sound like a firecracker that had failed to explode due to damp gunpowder; the bullet did not fire.

"Hey!?" Nobu looked anxiously at his gun, not expecting that he couldn't even fire the last shot!

"Ugh! Prepare to die, you demon!" Yukino finally understood what kind of person the guy in front of her was, raised her sword, and slashed at him.

"Whoa!" Nobu narrowly blocked the girl's slash with his musket.

"Okita! Stop watching and come help Nobu!" Nobu looked quite weak, and was being forced to retreat by Yukino, who only had one-tenth of Ushiwakamaru's fighting strength. His hat even fell off.

"Yes, Shirou, just as you can see, this Nobu actually had most of its power taken away by the bad Nobu. It's a useless good Nobu, so it's basically no threat," Soji explained.

"Ah, Yukino, stop! This person isn't the demon Nobunaga we met before. She doesn't seem like a bad person," Shirou said.

"No, Master, this person looks like a bad guy no matter how you look at him," Yukino said, pointing her sword at Nobu. He had long black hair, wore a military uniform, and had crimson eyes that exuded an arrogant and domineering aura. He was the type who would act recklessly, but he was currently a bit of a good-for-nothing.

"No! I'm a good Nobu, a good person!" The black-haired girl picked up her hat, waved her arms, and protested loudly.

"No, no, Nobu is just a good-for-nothing, and he's a bad person at heart," Soji said, waving his hand.

"Anyway, she's really harmless now, I understand. Miss Nobu, may I call you that?" Shirou asked the black-haired girl.

"Sure, then I'll call you Shirou," the black-haired girl said with a hearty wave of her hand.

Although they are from different worlds, they are facing the same person with a different appearance who has similar experiences to a historical figure they have heard about and liked since childhood.

Because they are so famous and left such a deep impression, it's really hard to accept.

It's like a man who worships Guan Yu, the God of War, choosing an auspicious day to bring a statue of Guan Yu into his home, only to find a cute girl who claims to be Guan Yu and has lofty ambitions walking in—it's really hard to accept.

However, the historical Nobunaga did indeed disregard etiquette and the opinions of outsiders, and had an interest in wearing women's clothing, earning him the nickname "the big fool of Owari."

Thinking about it this way, it seems a little easier to accept.

"Hmm? Shirou, are you looking at me because you have a problem?" Nobu blinked and asked curiously. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she covered her mouth and laughed, "Oh, I see! You're just as infatuated with me as Monkey!"

"No, Nobu, what rude things are you saying to my Master's brother? How could he be so blind!" Soji stepped forward and retorted.

"Pfft, don't be jealous of me, Soji." Nobu chuckled as he looked at the Sakura swordsman, brimming with confidence and smugness, and said, "In the end, you're just a swordsman. Shirou must have clearly understood the difference between Soji and me, and made the obvious choice."

"No, no, no! Nobu, you're too narcissistic. After knowing your true nature, only Monkey would still like you. Humans are impossible." Soji waved his hands, finding it impossible no matter how he thought about it.

"Haha, if that's the case, then I'll go ask him for his opinion."

"Shirou... what exactly happened? I advise you to think this over carefully. Don't let her cute appearance and even cuter voice fool you, she's broken inside." Soji walked up to Shirou, grabbed his shoulders, and said very seriously.

At that moment, Nobu walked up to Shirou, put one hand on his hip, tilted his head back, and said with a smile, "Don't be influenced by others, just honestly say what you think! Back in the day, I was so popular that I was hated by everyone and wanted to be burned at the stake. Alright! Shirou, tell me your true thoughts!"

"I'm sorry!" Shirou bowed deeply in apology.

"Hey!" Nobu stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

"Puhahaha!! Just as I thought! This is another great victory for Miss Okita!" Soji laughed heartily.

"Stop laughing! Okita, you must have died when you were still a virgin!" Nobu lunged at Soji.

"Enough with the nonsense! You, who was burned to death by your trusted confidants because of your messy love life, what right do you have to talk to me like that!"

The two girls started bickering and fighting.

"Master, this Nobu doesn't seem to be the same demon king as before."

"Yes, I already know."

It seems that Nobu here is not only weaker, but his tone of voice and personality also seem to have become more childish.

Boom boom boom!!!

Burning with the flames of purgatory, thousands of muskets fired simultaneously, piercing through the walls, gates, roof ridges, and beams of the city lord's mansion, leaving it in ruins. The broken wooden doors were engulfed in flames, instantly setting the entire house ablaze.

The city lord's grand mansion transformed into a towering volcano at this moment.

"Waaaaah, someone save me!" The chubby city lord cried out, clutching his head and collapsing to the ground.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a single person to help put out the fire in the mansion engulfed in flames.

Those who dared to challenge the Oda Nobunaga were all knocked to the ground. The others either fled or were simply paralyzed with fear, squatting on the ground like the city lord, too scared to move.

The Demon Nobunaga sheathed her sword, concealing the 2,999 arquebuses behind her, and said with a smile, "This is the price you pay for offending my clone. You've driven her out, haven't you? That won't do. After all, she's one of Oda Nobunaga, just like me. How can she be treated with such disrespect?"

"However, we're even now. I've found something more interesting to do and have decided to leave the city. Here, I'll return this place to you." With that, the demon Nobunaga leaped over the mansion's walls and disappeared.

"Yes... I'm extremely grateful, although this place originally belonged to me... Eh... You're leaving?" The chubby city lord looked up in surprise.

No trace of the Demon Nobunaga could be found here now; she had already leaped onto the rooftops, traversed between floors, and finally disappeared.

The mansion can be rebuilt after it burns down. As long as this devil leaves, he'll have good days ahead.

"Great! Lord City Lord, that madwoman is gone!" At this moment, a retainer who had run out the door quickly ran back under everyone's gaze and shouted joyfully.

"Phew! Is she really gone?" The fat city lord put his index finger to his lips to stop his men. He was already terrified, fearing that the demon Nobunaga would return again.

However, everyone held their breath and listened intently. After more than ten seconds, there was still no sound. Only then did the fat city lord look at his retainer and ask in a very low voice.

"Yes, he really is gone. Someone saw him," the retainer replied in a low voice.

"Are you really gone..." the fat city lord asked again.

"He's really gone!" The retainers around him nodded in agreement.

"Is that so..." The fat city lord nodded upon hearing his retainer's words, then raised his hands high.