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A Time Traveller's Guide to Feudal Japan

Do people chase greatness, or does greatness chase us? A.I. genius, Gengyo, through the assistance of SAPPHIRE attains the means to time travel. He seeks a simpler life, and wishes to experience the warmth of a family. But often we do not get what we want, we get what we deserve. And his peaceful times soon end, as war storms Japan, and in order to protect his peace, he must conquer. Join Gengyo as he walks a blood-stained path toward absolute domination, seizing control of Japan. //Brief extract from one of the battle scenes. Written from the point of view of a samurai landowner, Niwa Nakatane. The hooves grew closer to Nakatane's position and their beating hearts grew faster. Perhaps they could simply remain like that, hiding behind the tree, and allow these barbarians to pass? That way could they not return home to their families? Could they not give their dear wives one final kiss, or share one final story with their enthusiastic youth? Nakatane knew exactly what they were thinking. And as the ground rumbled, and the mounted beasts howled, he was the first man to step out from the trees and make his stand. "OORAH!" Possessed by a furious energy, he thrust out with all the aggression of a war god, puncturing Ochi's stallion through the chest with the sharpened wooden point of his lengthy spear. The mammoth fell from his mount clumsily, his head colliding with a nearby tree root. He ceased to move, and a pool of blood began to form around him. "ARM THESE SPEARS MEN! VICTORY SHALL BE OURS!" He stood in front of the charge of over 150 horsemen, alone. But he did not give a single inch of ground. He met the charge of the next man in line, roaring vengefully, possessed by all the rage and power that had accumulated in his body over these past years. The horsemen shrieked like a pack of hyenas, fanning out, each eager for a piece of the man who had brought down their leader. //I did not create the book cover. All credits go to the original creator.

Nick_Alderson · Guerra
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Revenge

"No! There was just nowhere else to camp!" He insisted aggressively.

"Then march further, or back track. Splitting your forces to camp is folly."

He clenched his fists tightly, shaking at the assault on his character. "The… Oda. They employed the help of demons! That is the only way the able to get the upper hand."

"Ah yes, then the whole world must have demons apart from you. The misfortune of birth, eh? You should not have been put into a position of such responsibility. I do not blame you for that. You merely are not suited to the role. At most, I would trust you as a baker, or something similar. But the fact remains that you were given such power, and in wielding it, not only are you incompetent, but you also lack integrity. Every single man here despises you, for you have acted against them."

"Hah! The squawking of chickens! Of course they would hate a man greater than they – jealousy runs through every man's bones."