The Space Fortress That Came to the Sengoku Era Prologue

“Kazu! Hungry. Get out the food!”

“Again? Young master. You know that this isn’t a restaurant, though?”

It’s spring, just before the sakura bloom. When I was napping on the veranda, he abruptly entered in from the garden to the veranda arbitrarily, demanding for food.

He looked like someone aged in their late teens or early twenties; he was a young leader with hair roughly pulled into the tea whisk-style, a kimono that pulled down, a straw rope on his hip that held a gourd and a scabbard that held a long sword that was swaying.

In fact, he’s a major leader of Owari Provence, the heir to the Oda clan, the person called Oda n.o.bunaga.

It’s a long story, but I was playing the Sci-Fi VRMMO called Galaxy of Planet, and I was in my base, a s.p.a.ce fortress, and somehow got put into the real Sengoku Era.

Even if I was in a s.p.a.ce fortress, I wanted to see the Sengoku Era, so I descended from the sky and rented out a house in the outskirts of the Owari Provence, which had little danger, yet I met with n.o.bunaga himself, and he became attached to me.

“Young master and everyone else, here is the food.”

“Ohh, thanks again. Here, present.”

Coming abruptly to somebody’s house and demanding for food is exactly like n.o.bunaga.

Just, this person always comes bringing in nothing but things like game from falconry.

For such a n.o.bunaga, the white rice, miso soup, and hog meat cooked with miso were prepared by the omnipotent-model organic android Eru.

She had slender, well-proportioned legs, perfect proportions, blond hair, and exploding b.r.e.a.s.t.s and gave out a gentle, you could say that it was healing, atmosphere. She was really my aide in Galaxy of Planet, but there was no way to explain it, so I said that she was my wife.

“As I thought, your rice is delish. All the other places give an unappetizing feeling! Besides, this sweet bean jelly is delis.h.!.+”

Greedily, n.o.bunaga and the rest of us ate bowl after bowl of rice in high spirits, and quickly finished the after meal dessert.

Particularly, n.o.bunaga’s favorite was the after dinner dessert of sweet bean jelly.

“This way of making sweet bean jelly is different since I use a lot of sugar compared to the others.”

“Sugar you say! Child!”

I used ample sugar, which, in this era, could only be from imports, and, in this era where agar didn’t exist, n.o.bunaga could be said to be a sweet tooth.

I think it was worth the price since the face of the n.o.bunaga that was unreservedly eating turned really pale when he heard sugar.

Well, n.o.bunaga should of became the lord of Nagoya castle during his ceremony of attaining manhood, but his father, Oda n.o.buhide, was in good health, and his guardian, Hirate Masahide and the daimyo’s minister, Hayas.h.i.+ Hidesada, were there, so n.o.bunaga himself became free. Why are you complaining when you already have so much grain and gold?

“It’s not a problem. I’ll go pay for it all at once sooner or later.”

“This is what you would call the Ooutsuke.”

(TL note: my googling skills says that this refers to the n.o.bunaga that’s being a pain at this age)

“You don’t say. Because you’re living a d*mn luxurious life without working and with a foreign wife. It’s rumored that you’re a g*dd*mn suspicious character.”

“I don’t really care about what other people think. Earned money isn’t bad.”

At present, I am not paying respect or anything else to this angry person who is anything but enjoying himself.

Well, my foreign wife and Eru were the same thing, so that statement wasn’t correct.

By the way, don’t you think that the number one reason for the rumor that I’m a suspicious person is the Ooutsuke-sama?

Just, at the same time I became friends with n.o.bunaga, I became like a suspicious person.