I continued my conversation with Kicho until evening, and after dinner, I meticulously reviewed the descriptions in the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki that were on the bookshelves at Inabayama Castle.
"What I have just told you is nothing more than knowledge I gained from reading the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki."
Indeed, after Kicho had finished telling me a story about mythology, she ordered her maid to bring me copies of the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki.
Apparently, the room where she spent her childhood at Inabayama Castle remains exactly as it was, and the books she used for her studies are also preserved there.
The mansion I was given not only has a hearth for light, but also, thanks to Kicho's arrangements, two indoor lanterns.
I could only express my deepest gratitude for her warm consideration.
I sit at my desk, diligently engrossed in reading books in that dim light.
There was something there that motivated me to do it.
(—No, that's not it.)
As I compared the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki, which formed the basis of Kicho's storytelling, I became convinced.
To begin with, a brief explanation is that the Kojiki is the oldest historical record in Japan, compiled in 712 AD (Wado 5).太朝臣安萬侶Ohonoasomiyasumaro
The book consists of three volumes: the first volume covers "Introduction to Mythology," the second volume covers "The First Emperor to the 15th Emperor," and the third volume provides a historical account of "The 16th Emperor to the 33rd Emperor."
In contrast, the Nihon Shoki, compiled eight years after the Kojiki, in the fourth year of the Yōrō era (720 AD) during the Nara period by Prince Toneri and others, is the oldest existing "official history" of Japan.
The complete 30-volume set covers the period from mythology to the reign of Empress Jitō (645-703).
(There are certainly similarities with the history I know.)
It turned out to be a person's name.
The historical names, such as me living as Asai Nagamasa, Ichihime, and Oda Nobunaga, correspond to the history I know.
The same can be confirmed in the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki; not a single person I don't know appears in these texts.
(But the fundamental part of history—the mythological aspects—is vastly different...)
To put it simply, Japanese mythology— starting with the famous "[ ]", that is, the creation myth of the land—is vastly different.Tenchikaibyaku
First, it must be stated that the "creation of heaven and earth" described in the Kojiki and the Nihon Shoki are not identical.
In the Kojiki, as it was written in my original world, there was no description of how heaven and earth were created; only the Nihon Shoki discussed this. The Nihon Shoki states that heaven and earth were created through the separation of yin and yang.chaos
There are other differences in the structure of the two books, so it's impossible to point out everything, but in any case, my prior knowledge was that the mythological content in the Kojiki and the Nihon Shoki are different.
(—But we are the same.)
Yes, the two history books before me have almost identical descriptions of the myth.
That is to say—
(—This is fundamentally different from the history I know...)
That was precisely what it demonstrated.
In a world with a different historical foundation, it's fair to say that a society eerily similar to the Sengoku period I know has emerged.
If I were to roughly summarize the myths described in the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki of this world, which are right before my eyes, unless my reading is incorrect, I think they would be roughly as follows.
"The land, divided by light and shadow, was overrun with people, who committed unspeakable atrocities day after day. The gods, who had existed since the creation of heaven and earth, decided to destroy them with their 'messengers'."
However, God did not intend to destroy all of humanity, but gathered together various "good" people. Those gathered were people of various hair and skin colors, but they all spoke the same language. In fact, most of the other people were destroyed by the "messengers," and the survivors were scattered.高天原Takamagahara
The gods sent their son, Jimmu, to the people gathered in Takamagahara. He carried sacred stones and distributed them to the people as preparation for the "messengers." Then, Jimmu decided to "head east to nourish the people." He carried out an eastern expedition, drove the "messengers" out of the plains, and ruled over a wide area of the land.
—Apparently so. In short, the myths of this world tell us that something like "Noah's Ark" happened.
Myths don't always tell the truth, but they are valuable sources that reveal "a part of the truth."
This is because, ultimately, even when humans fantasize, they can only come up with ideas based on what they already know and the things they are familiar with.
The same can be said of myths; it is reasonable to assume that the environment surrounding the person who wrote them is reflected in the content of the narrative.
(Perhaps "messenger" refers to a monster, and "sacred stone" refers to a fluorite gemstone... The fact that people with various hair and skin colors could speak the same language is also intriguing...)
I closed the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki and let out a big sigh.
When you lie down on the tatami mat, you can feel the warmth of the hearth on your cheeks.
I continued lying there like that for a while.
The flames in the hearth dance, and the ceiling is faintly illuminated with an orange glow.
(It seems very simple, yet it's a surprisingly complex world... this place.)
A world that, while differing in the myths underlying its history, has gone through a similar process to the world I know.
If we believe the myths that appear in books, then it would be reasonable to conclude that present-day Japanese people have a mixture of bloodlines from people who lived in Europe, Africa, the Middle East, and Asia.
And then, elements of monsters and magic were mixed in, and the Sengoku period Japanese society of this world was formed...
While the current situation leaves us with no choice but to speculate, there is one thing we can say for sure.
Is that really the case?
"As I thought... this world is completely different from the world I know."
It's something that's obvious, but even so, when it's proven through books or other sources, it still hits home.
That would only prove that I am an anomaly in this world, something that shouldn't exist.
However, I can't tell if this is the world I originally came from , or if it's a completely different world...平行世界Parallel worlds
"But in any case, it certainly served as a starting point for understanding this world."
I sat up with a start .独people言Go
There's no point in thinking negatively.
The fact remains that I have somehow ended up in this world.
In other words, it has absolutely no effect on the initial policy of having to accept it and act accordingly.
In any case, my goal was to build a country where I could live peacefully and safely with Ichihime.
Therefore, we must develop Omi Province and strengthen its foundation.
Even if pressure came from Nobunaga in the near future, they had to secure enough influence to resist rather than simply comply.
(That's why we must leave the mysteries of the world as mysteries and consider them separately from the development of our territory...)
Yes, I must not lose sight of my ultimate goal: the development of Omi Province.
Social differences, the appearance of monsters, and the use of magic must be treated as mere variables.
(Anyway, if I continue living with Ichihime—I'm sure I'll learn a lot more.)
I slightly opened the sliding door separating the veranda from the room, letting in some fresh air, and gazed blankly at the moon floating outside.
(Besides, I'm not alone. I have Ichi and Osamu. I also have my retainers, including Naotsune... Unlike me, they were born in this world, they are inhabitants of this world. If I were to stray from the path without knowing the world, they would surely admonish me.)理rule
At that time, we can face this mysterious world once again.
I was absolutely certain of it.
That was one possible answer at this stage.
March, or Yayoi month. At this time of year, just before spring, the nights are usually quite chilly—but tonight wasn't so bad.
As I bask in the night breeze blowing in from outside the sliding doors, I think of Princess Ichi, whom I left behind at Sugawa Castle.
(Come to think of it, Ichi said he was going to talk to Osamu...)
I have absolutely no idea what the women talk about.
However, if Ichi and Osamu could get along reasonably well, my worries would be greatly reduced.
Actually, it would be a problem if they didn't get along—but that's entirely up to their personalities, and it's not something I can unilaterally force upon them.
(Ichi... and also Osamu...)
To me, Ichihime is someone who should take priority in everything. That is absolutely unwavering.
What about Takenaka Hanbei, or rather, Osamuhime?
To this, I would at least answer that she is "the vassal I most desired" and "the woman I want to make happy no matter what."
Despite possessing renowned talent in Sengoku-era Japan, she suffered an indelible disgrace at the hands of the Saito family.
Even though the past cannot be changed, I want to fill the rest of my life with happiness, taking that into account—I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way. Probably anyone who is in my position and facing her would feel the same way.
(And... what a great body she had...)
I saw her naked body in the bathhouse at Bodaisan Castle, and after holding her several times, I was certain.
Although petite, she has a well-toned physique, and her beautiful skin is full of elasticity.
In contrast, Ichihime's body was utterly feminine, soft, and overflowing with a tenderness that seemed to envelop me completely.
(...Maybe I'll just masturbate a few times and go to sleep.)
I loosened my hakama, took out my Big Sun, and handled it while lying on my back.
Even though my sexual urges were hardly satisfied unless I inserted it into a woman's vagina, it was still far better to pull it out than not to.
Indeed, having learned last time that if I feel like I'm about to urinate, I can just dump it into the ashes of the hearth, I have no chance against this opponent.
As I lay on the futon, I was getting excited all by myself, fantasizing about sandwiching Ichihime and Haruhime together and inserting my extra-thick frankfurter between their legs.
A gust of night breeze blew in towards me, caressing my big sun.
I shivered involuntarily and looked at the sliding door, only to see that it was still slightly ajar, just as I had left it.
"...Should I close it?"
The mansion next to where I live is the residence where Nobunaga and his wife reside.
Although no one is allowed into this area, the possibility of security guards or other personnel patrolling cannot be ruled out.
If they find out and spread rumors that "Asai Bizen-no-kami was indulging in some self-indulgence," my reputation will probably be tarnished forever.
It goes without saying, but that's definitely a bad idea in many ways.
I shoved my fully erect Big Sun into my hakama, approached the sliding door, and placed my hand on its edge—
"...Ah...ya..."
--At that moment.
Amidst the night breeze, someone's—a woman's—voice reached my ears.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the voice, albeit faintly.
Indeed, it was nothing more than lewd music played by a man for a woman.
My heart started pounding.
I opened the sliding door, looked around, and strained my ears.
Torches were burning along the castle walls outside, but no soldiers could be seen.
"...Ah...Uh..."
And all I can hear is the faint sound of a woman moaning.
I stepped onto the veranda, my shoes slipping off my feet, and like a silkworm drawn to pheromones, I stumbled towards the source of the sound.
Indeed, that was the residence where Nobunaga and Kicho were temporarily staying. The sliding doors of the mansion were slightly ajar, and from there, the beautiful moans of a woman could be heard.
Looking back on it, or even without thinking about it now, my actions were incomprehensible, completely insane.
However, my mind was completely dominated by sexual desire, and my body was driven solely by the libido to see a woman moaning with such a beautiful voice.
I didn't approach the sliding door, but deliberately kept my distance, hiding behind a pine tree planted near the veranda, and began to peek into the room.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to enjoy peeping safely and securely.
The closer the distance, the higher the chance of it being discovered.
Well, this kind of peeping is a traditional Japanese style, so I guess it can't be helped.
"Oh..."
A muscular body slams violently against the hips, and along with it, a slender, pale, naked body can be seen shaking violently.
On the smooth, white canvas, shimmering gold threads were stuck together by sweat.
Indeed, it will surely delight the eyes of all men and serve as a spice that endlessly heightens their desires.
And—it didn't take long for me to realize that the naked body belonged to Kicho.
"Wow... That's amazing..."
The sense of transgression from secretly watching my brother-in-law and his wife's lovemaking further fueled my excitement—and made my crotch burn with desire.