"What?"
Fujimaru Kyoya's words came as quite a shock to Miyamoto Musashi. There had been rumors before that Nobunaga liked dressing as a woman, but for Nobunaga to actually be a woman...
"A woman's identity will become an obstacle to her conquest of the realm."
"But once she conquers the realm, shouldn't she also strive to improve women's status?"
Though Miyamoto Musashi looked like a wild girl, she had still been born into a samurai family and had heard some Chinese tales.
Back when Wu Zetian ascended the throne as a woman, the status of many women improved because of it. There were even women who entered the imperial court as officials.
What Fujimaru Kyoya had originally intended as words to discourage Miyamoto Musashi instead became hope in her eyes.
"You're thinking about something very dangerous."
"I know."
"Have you made up your mind?"
Fujimaru Kyoya had been trying to drive Miyamoto Musashi away these past days, yet now that she had decided to leave, he became hesitant instead.
Oda Nobunaga was no wise ruler.
"Quickly ending the chaos across the realm, and having Lord Nobunaga become a daimyo so women's status can rise as well—what's not to like about that?"
It sounded simple, but no one knew how many difficulties lay within it. Still, during the time Miyamoto Musashi had studied under Fujimaru Kyoya, he had not taught her swordsmanship, but he had taught her everything else that needed teaching.
Wealth cannot corrupt one, poverty cannot sway one, force cannot bend one, and... dare to be first under heaven.
"This disciple has been unfilial. I am leaving after serving Master for so short a time."
"I told you, I'm not your Master."
Fujimaru Kyoya's mouth was probably tougher than a Golden Bell Shield. They had known each other for