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Yoshiharu looked at her. In his history books, the man named Oda Nobunaga was a ruthless conqueror. But the girl standing in front of him was different. She was brilliant, stubborn, and desperately carrying the weight of a better future on her slender shoulders.

Nobuna's eyes sparkled. "A world where anyone can eat bread from across the seas and dream as big as they want... it sounds like a fantasy." Under Your Radar: The Ambition of Oda Nobuna Oda Nobuna No Yabou

Sagara Yoshiharu —the high schooler dragged across time from the modern world—rubbed the back of his neck and stared at the lines representing enemy strongholds. He was exhausted, but sleep was a luxury the Warring States period rarely granted. "You are making that stupid face again, Monkey." Yoshiharu looked at her

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. She was brilliant, stubborn, and desperately carrying the

"Tell me, Monkey," she said softly, her usual fiery tone dipping into something quieter, more vulnerable. "In your future, do people still fight like this? Do they still burn down villages just to move a border by a few miles?"

The smell of ozone and burning cedar clung to the humid air of Owari. Inside the war council tent, a single candle flickered against the map of Japan spread across the low table.

"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."