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Nobuna stepped into the circle of candlelight, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the map. Her dream of a unified Japan, a land where people could smile and trade freely with the world, was a heavy burden for a teenage girl to bear. But to the rest of the world, she was the "Fool of Owari," a fierce daimyo defying every tradition of the Sengoku Jidai.

"No," Yoshiharu said, leaning back on his heels. "We still have our problems, sure. But we don't have armored samurai running around burning things. Kids go to school, people buy food from all over the world, and no one has to worry about a rival clan attacking them in the middle of the night." Oda Nobuna No Yabou

Yoshiharu didn't need to look up to know who it was. Oda Nobuna stood at the entrance of the tent, her hands on her hips. The red ribbon holding up her long blonde hair was slightly askew, and her trademark tiger skin was draped loosely over her shoulders. Nobuna stepped into the circle of candlelight, her