Chapter 529: Matsuura Takanobu

"My lord! My lord!"

In the tallest building in Hirado City, a samurai stumbled toward the sliding door in front of him. Because he was too anxious, he tripped and fell directly onto the door.

The Japanese sliding door was made of wooden frames and paper; how could it withstand his weight? With a thud, the sliding door fell forward. As he fell into the room, the screams of women rang out in unison.

"Ah!"

"Oh my!"

He instinctively looked up, only to see a patch of snow-white.

The disheveled women pulled their clothes to cover their chests, retreating continuously. Their faces were pale, clearly terrified to the extreme, but he could see that the women's fear was not because of him.

It was because of the master they shared with him.

"What is it?"

Lazy, with the breathing sound brought by obesity.

The samurai raised his head, forcing himself not to look at the disheveled women, and focused his gaze forward.

In the center of the room, the master of Hirado City, the Daimyo Matsuura Takanobu, turned his head and looked at him with narrowed eyes. His eyes, which looked foolish due to obesity, shifted slightly, sweeping over the women near the samurai.

While waiting for the samurai to answer, he waved his hand casually.

So someone walked out from the corner and dragged away the women who were crying and struggling in fear.

The samurai knew these women were dead.

Matsuura Takanobu didn't like things that others had touched.

If it were in the past, he might have felt a sense of "the rabbit dying and the fox grieving," sighing with emotion. But now he had no time to worry about the life or death of those women, and just said urgently:

"My lord! Foreign enemy invasion!"

"They have already arrived in Hirado City! Lord Kotesashi Yasutsune is resisting the enemy!"

Matsuura Takanobu's face changed drastically.

"Who is it! Arima, Ouchi, Otomo, or Kikuchi!?"

He stood up with difficulty and sternly named several nearby Daimyos.

"I don't know..."

The samurai answered with difficulty.

Matsuura Takanobu gritted his teeth and continued to ask:

"How many people came!"

"One!"

The samurai answered decisively.

If this conversation had taken place in Great Ming, the samurai should have suspected whether Matsuura Takanobu thought he was teasing him, and Matsuura Takanobu should indeed have suspected it, questioning the other party about the specific situation.

But both of them carried on the conversation as a matter of course, as if... they had experienced, or at least heard of, this situation.

Matsuura Takanobu didn't scold the samurai, but instead pursed his lips with a solemn face.

After hesitating for a while, he finally clenched his fists.

"Gather the men, I'll go personally!"

"Prepare my armor and horse!"

The samurai nodded hurriedly and turned to leave quickly.

Finally, about half an hour later, Matsuura Takanobu struggled to put on the bloated, massive heavy armor that covered his whole body and mounted his horse.

He took a few deep breaths and suddenly drew his sword and pointed forward.

"Advance!"

The remaining hundred or so samurai in Hirado City, along with more than two thousand soldiers, responded in unison and followed the street toward Kotesashi Yasutsune's dojo.

Hirado City was not large, and only after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Matsuura Takanobu, riding on his horse, heard the bursts of loud noises coming from not far away, mixed with roars like wild beasts, which frightened his horse into pacing back and forth, not daring to move forward.

His face was as gloomy as water, and with the help of his samurai, he managed to dismount, thinking to himself:

"What's going on... who is it?"

"Kotesashi Yasutsune is a believer in Shinto. Could it be that people from Buddhism have come... No, their conflict is currently intensifying in Honshu. My Hirado City is far in the southwest, connected to Honshu by only a thin line of land. Even if they wanted to move against me, they shouldn't have bypassed Uragami, Amago, Ouchi, and Otomo in Honshu!"

"Moreover, who... could force Kotesashi Yasutsune into such a situation!"

It was clear that, unlike the samurai who were puzzled by the roaring sound, Matsuura Takanobu knew very well who was making the sound and what was happening; he just didn't know Li Miao's background and intentions.

After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind.