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Don't forget world history

i need $10 for better grammar patreon.com/Tante_hilda Reincarnate in another world and start a new life. There is a country full of imperialism, a world different from the world where he lives. The boy's hobby during his life was researching history and studying many heroes. However, the boy was unable to investigate the history of his favorites in the new world. There is a law that becomes a big wall. The boy is bound by the law that "history must not be replayed" , but the boy still spends his days thinking about the heroes of his previous world. One day, the boy made a prediction that a war with a neighboring country would soon occur. He told his two friends about his prediction and begged them to be careful, but someone overheard their conversation. This causes the boy and his best friend to leave the village in the worst possible way. He flees to a neighboring country and meets a person traveling with the boy, but that person is a hero in a past world that the boy also knows about. A story of historical exploration tracing the mysteries of this world in different worlds woven by a boy and the heroes of the past. What is history? What do people think? Through his adventures, he meets various people and gets to know their feelings. The boy uses his knowledge to face the darkness of this world.

Tante_Hilda · Fantasy
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training

 I leave my dad and go to training with Haiku. Hike is training in the nearby forest. She hides her self-made weapon in the woods and trains with it.

"Okay, let's do it today too!"

"What? Kai, you're so motivated. Well, I'm also motivated today! Come on, let's get started."

 It seems that Haiku's enthusiasm hasn't cooled down yet.

 Unlike Haiku, I'm trying to do my best because I'm looking forward to the special meal that my dad said, so my motivation is different...

 I apologize from the bottom of my heart to Haiku, who is showing pure motivation.

 First of all, there is a interpersonal fight using a wooden sword. Even though it's called a wooden sword, it's like cutting a tree that grows in the forest to just the right size and striking it as a mock wooden sword.

 However, since we both keep moving our bodies all day long, we don't really get into serious discussions.

 If anything, the main thing is something like kata practice, which is done slowly while checking each movement.  

 Sometimes, when we both have energy left (when I have energy left), we fight in earnest, but Haiku loses terribly.

 The first difference is the speed at which the wooden sword is swung down. Even if they are able to successfully block Haiku's wooden sword, they are usually sent flying by the wooden sword wielded by Haiku's muscular strength.

 Haiku says, ``Kai is using too much force. He's using too much force. When he swings, he puts in too much force when he says, ``Here!'' but I don't really understand.

 I envy people like Haiku who can do everything by feeling.

 I practice the same movements over and over again, many times more than normal people, and finally reach the level of a normal person. It was the same with musical instruments and running.

 When I was in junior high school, I was happy to see results if I worked hard, so I practiced and practiced, sparing no time to sleep.

 The training I'm doing now was completely useless at first, but compared to the beginning, it's a huge difference.

 Perhaps this slow kata practice suited me because I was able to think about what the movement meant.

"Yes, training with a wooden sword is good. Even though Kai moves slowly, it's good to have flowing movements."

"Thank you! Haiku's compliments give me confidence. Next time, let's do spears."

 Next is the spear. It's a spear, but it's not how many people imagine how to use a spear.

 When we think of spears, we often associate them with stabbing objects, but during the Sengoku period, spears were more often used to aim at the enemy's head and swing it down, knocking them down.

 I'm practicing knocking it down with a mock spear, but I'm doing my best to knock down a 5m long object!

 Unfortunately, I can't hit it as cool as Haiku, but...

 When the haiku is knocked down, the sound of "Bang!" reverberates around.

 The usual me would be no good, but today I am different.

 Because I'm looking forward to the meal after this, and I'm full of motivation.

 Come on, take a closer look at my spear handling!

"... Haaaaaaa!"

 "Poko"

"Kai... you should put on some muscle first."

"I know!"

 Involuntarily sprawled on the ground, I feel so pitiful.

 …Haa, I'm a little discouraged, so let's think about history for a moment.

 …I wonder if there is something. Long spears... When I think of anecdotes about long spears, I think of the story between Nobunaga and Dosan Saito.

 At that time, Nobunaga was called "the great fool of Owari." In a yukata with his sleeves removed,Half hakamaHanbakamaThat's how it started.

 Many rough ropes are wrapped around the waist, flint andgourdgourdetc., the hair istea whiskChasenIt had a strange appearance called bending.

 There is a famous episode where his father, Nobuhide, passed away, and at his funeral, he threw incense at the memorial tablet. For this reason, the people called him a great fan, and his notoriety was widespread even in the neighboring country of Mino.

 Of course, Dosan Saito, the daimyo of Mino and his father-in-law, had heard about this as well. Dosan wanted to test whether Nobunaga was as true as he was rumored to be, so he requested a meeting and they decided to meet at Shotokuji Temple (Shotokuji Temple) in a village called Tomita, which was said to be on the border of Owari and Mino.

 Dosan hid in a hut on the outskirts of town and secretly watched Nobunaga on his way to the meeting place with his soldiers, and was astonished by the army.

 Five hundred soldiers were marching with bows and guns, and five hundred soldiers were armed with spears over 6 meters long. Handling a long spear over 6 meters requires more training than normal.

 In other words, it implied that Nobunaga's army was well-equipped and well-trained.

 When the two actually met at the press conference, Nobunaga surprised Dosan even more by changing from his usual eccentric attire to formal attire, arranging his hair, and wearing a kodachi at his waist.

 After the meeting, Dosan told his vassals, ``My sons will tie their horses in front of the gate of that kidnapper,'' predicting that his own children would become Nobunaga's subordinates, and actually sent them to Mino. After Dosan's death, the country fell into the hands of Nobunaga.

 Dosan's foresight is quite amazing. He rose from being a monk to becoming an oil merchant, then becoming a military commander and becoming a daimyo (feudal lord).conspiracyscaleA person who has achieved that position has an eye for what lies ahead.

 What's interesting about this story is that in Owari people were called ``Utsukesha,'' but in Mino they were called ``Tawakesha'' and it was morecontemptBubetsuIt was viewed as such.

 For the people of Mino, it was a blessing in disguise to have their territory controlled by someone they considered to be lower than them.thunderboltHekirekimust have been

 Nobunaga, who trained and organized himself to handle such a long spear, was truly amazing.

 However, about 2,000 years before Nobunaga, Alexander the Great's father, Philip II, had a 5.5 m tallspearsarissawas taken into the army.

 The father of the monster Alexander the Great was also a genius. ...They're amazing people from B.C.

"Hey, it's time to stand up. Next is the bow, bow!"

"Haik really likes bows."

"Okay! As long as I'm in this country, it's better to be good at horses and bows. Besides, I personally like bows."

 We also make our own bows and practice shooting by drawing a target on the tree.

 We are putting special effort into this. In my case, it's simply because I'm not strong enough and don't have confidence in close combat.

 With a bow, if you are far away, depending on your skill, you can eliminate the enemy with less danger than with a sword or spear. It's best not to be in that situation.

 Unlike my risk-averse brain, Haiku likes bows. I think Haiku has a talent for archery. He's almost on target. He's able to shoot close to the middle. Even now, the future is promising.

 Pyun,... Pyun, Pyun, ... Pyun, Pyun

 Wow, I fired two shots at the end of the hike! How can you do that? 

 ...I don't understand what that means. I tried not to lose, but it didn't work. After all, there are pros and cons, so it can't be helped. I'll give it a try when I'm a little better at archery.

 The two of us train like this every day until the very end of the sun.

 Other than that, I think about my tension and physical strength for the day, such as doing muscle training and long-distance running in the woods, and then we discuss and decide what to do...my physical strength is my priority.

 It's sunset after I finish working in the field, so I don't have much time, but I keep doing it because I think it's better than doing nothing.

"Oh, the sun has already set considerably. Shall we go home today?"

"That's right. Besides, it looks like I'll find something good when I get home today, so I'm looking forward to it."

"Huh? Kain's house too. My dad told me to look forward to something too. I didn't know what he was saying, so I came here without worrying about it."

 Take care! 

 Haiku's father must have said it with joy, just like my father.

 Haiku probably came here without any malice or joy, but I started to feel a little sorry for Haiku's father.

 But there are some things that bother me.

"Eh, hike too? I wonder what it is. Maybe Irene too... Well, I guess I'll find out when I get back. Okay, then let's go home!"

"Oh!"