"Cough, cough! Class, please return to your seats. We are starting class."
The class bell rang, and Terakoya Eiichirou appeared at the classroom door.
The "benevolent" Gian released Xiao Fu, who was on the verge of collapse, and obediently returned to his seat, thinking about borrowing some comics from his good friend after school.
"Students, have you been reading lately? Reading extracurricular books can cultivate your character and help with your studies."
"Nobita, tell everyone what book you've been reading lately?"
As class was about to end, the teacher suddenly threw out a question. He didn't know if it was intentional or accidental, but he happened to call on the person who should least be called on.
"Here!"
"I recently read 'Lion Mask' and 'Genius Nishiwa,' and they are really interesting," Nobi Nobita stood up and answered confidently.
Terakoya Eiichirou sighed, rubbing his forehead. He hadn't answered the question at all; it was too off-topic.
I asked you what extracurricular books you read, and you told me you read comics.
"Forget it…"
"Today's homework is temporarily changed. Everyone, go home and read a proper book, then write a review and hand it in to me."
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Terakoya Eiichirou picked up his briefcase and left the classroom. And so, it was time for the exciting moment of dismissal.
"I can't finish today's homework again, what should I do!"
After returning home, Nobita sat at his desk, scratching his head in frustration.
"What's wrong with Nobita again?"
"Nothing, it's just today's homework requires reading a biography and writing a book report."
Putting down his school bag, Nobi Hiroshi went to Nobita's room and explained the situation to Doraemon.
There were so many books on the left bookshelf; Hiroshi could pick out any one, and it would be a biography of a great person, but unfortunately, Nobita hadn't read any of them.
He placed the book open on the table. Nobita glanced at it and instantly fell asleep, his face unconsciously buried in the book, then suddenly woke up.
"No way, this kind of book gives me a headache after turning one page, and my eyes get blurry after reading two or three lines!"
He cast a pleading look at Doraemon, and Doraemon, being very indulgent, immediately took out a gadget.
"There's nothing I can do about you."
"Biography Light!"
He pulled out a plain light bulb from his magical pocket.
Hiroshi looked at it curiously, wondering what this light bulb was for.
Seeing Doraemon attach the light bulb to a book, a human-shaped phantom was projected the next second. Wasn't this Newton, as mentioned in the book?
"I am Isaac Newton."
A blonde man held an apple, exuding a scholarly aura, as if one were seeing him in person.
"How about it? You can even converse with him. Even Nobita should be able to learn with such an interesting method."
"Oh, if that's the case, the post-reading reflection will be much simpler."
Saying that, Nobita instantly became interested.
He began to inquire about the strange old man's life story, pulling out his small notebook to record it.
Doraemon smiled with relief at the sight. It seemed that as long as the method was right, even a child like Nobita would study diligently.
"Doraemon, do you have more of these light bulbs? Can I borrow one?"
A thought suddenly struck Nobi Hiroshi, and he took down a history biography of the Dragon Kingdom from the bookshelf.
"Of course, I have many here. Xiao Hong, feel free to take them."
Doraemon generously handed a Biography Light to Nobi Hiroshi.
Hiroshi immediately ran back to his room after getting it, looking mysterious, a meaningful smile on his face.
"Hehehe, little brother, we are just projections. You can't catch us."
"Come on, come and catch me! If you catch me, big sister will let you hhh."
Not long after, a chorus of charming voices, like those of beautiful women, came from the room.
And there wasn't just one kind; a variety of enchanting sounds, refreshing to the heart.
"Phew, that was satisfying. It's good to just feast my eyes. I hope the developers can improve it; phantoms are too boring."
Having finished his reading reflection, Nobi Hiroshi walked out of the room with a relaxed expression.
Pulling up his pants, how dull…
Su Daji and Xi Shi, they were indeed captivating. As expected of beauties whose names echo through history, it was fortunate to see them today.
It's a pity I can't touch them; I can only converse with them as virtual girlfriends, experiencing the joy of the spiritual level and a visual feast.
Yukiko is not bad.
"What should I do next? It's still early. I'll go to Shizuka's house. It's more interesting to cling to a real loli."
Putting away the Biography Light, Nobi Hiroshi quickly arrived at Shizuka's house, but disappointingly, the little loli wasn't home; she had gone out to run errands for her mother.
"Hey, Nobita, Gian, Xiao Fu, what are you doing here?"
On his way back, Nobi Hiroshi passed the vacant lot and saw the three of them in high spirits, holding Doraemon's gadgets.
Needless to say, it must have been that Nobita showing off again and getting caught.
"Oh, it's Hiroshi!"
"We are verifying something: who is more formidable, Miyamoto Musashi, who has never been defeated, or Guan Yu, who can fight against ten thousand?"
Gian took the Biography Light from Nobita's hand, and a red-faced man and a wandering swordsman appeared, both popular historical figures.
"Hey, why even ask? It must be… ahem… you'll see."
Nobi Hiroshi kept them in suspense, then walked over with interest, watching the clash of the guan dao and twin swords, feeling excited.
Although he knew the outcome, he still thought Han Xin was more powerful, with blue and red buffs, getting two kills early on wouldn't be a problem.
A man's happiness is that simple. Whatever the reason, Hiroshi was proud.
"Come on!"
Watching the changing situation on the field, Gian unconsciously sweated for Miyamoto Musashi.
After all, Miyamoto Musashi was his idol, but now he was almost out of breath, suppressed by the large saber.
But it was also normal; the height and strength of the two were clearly not on the same level. The Japanese swordsman would soon be defeated.
"Ah!!!"
An accident occurred during the duel: a sudden throwing knife pierced the arm, and the red-faced man stumbled, falling first.
"Hmm, great, I told you Miyamoto Musashi was more powerful."
Closing the book, Gian proudly boasted about his idol.
"Ah? Okay, okay, you win, alright."
Nobi Hiroshi's mouth twitched slightly, utterly stunned, and he didn't want to argue with Gian. It was fine as long as Gian was happy.
It was simply dishonorable. He was still too naive.
He should have known early on that a true duel isn't entirely about personal martial prowess.
Musashi's identity was not only that of a ronin and a swordsman but also a [Strategist].
But note, the strategy here is not military strategy for marching and fighting, but a technique of using any means necessary to create an advantage in combat and survive.
For a strategist, nothing is off-limits; from light and darkness, cold and heat, environment, psychology, to insidious and underhanded methods of harming others, and various common sense knowledge about escaping, all fall within the strategist's scope of practice.