The midsummer sun was still scorching, radiating a sweltering heat. In this desolate world, where ruins stretched, remnants of asphalt remained, the shimmering heat haze rose and made me sigh.
[Itâs so hot, isnât it?]
[And repeating this 8 times is also annoying.]
[What the heck?]
Shizukuâs and my thoughts exchanged light banter before shifting their gaze to the scene before me.
There were no window glasses. Instead, boards were nailed over the windows. The dilapidated houses stood around, and ivy crawled over the abandoned buildings. Boards covered the windows, and a rusted car had crashed into the entrance, sealing it shut. All entry points were unusually blocked. The reason for this was that a school was located at the center.
There was a five-meter-high wall with plywood reinforcements in various places.
On top of that wall, many people were standing, aiming their bows menacingly at them.
They were people with unkempt clothes, disheveled hair, and worn-out faces, looking at them with stern expressions.
And many people were standing in front of the wall as well.
[People, such a peaceful term, isnât it?]
[Yeah, letâs rephrase it. Theyâre soldiers.]
In response to Shizuku-sanâs quip, I half-eyedly replied. Yeah, they are both soldiers.
They held long spears and had the troops lined up. There were no archers, but some of them had guns in their hands. Their clothes looked worn and likely had a sweaty smell, but they werenât dirty.
Someone had made a battle flag, with the character of âHeavenâ drawn on it. Yeah, who made that? Thatâs quite embarrassing.
They are glaring at our employees, yes.
âIâm Takeda Shingen! Iâm the general of the Amatsugahara Corporation! This territory of yours is ours. Surrender!â
One of my employees appeared at the gate, riding a horse and making the clattering sound of hooves.
He wore the usual samurai armor even in this scorching weather, and despite being drenched in sweat, he enthusiastically raised his long spear and introduced himself.
âHey, is he an idiot? Doesnât he know heâs tarnishing the image of our company?â
I asked the question to Shingenâs son standing next to me. Whatâs he doing?
âOld man usually hides it, but heâs a samurai maniacâŚâ
âHe hides it? Where did he hide it? He was always wearing that armor, right?â
Shingenâs son avoided my gaze. I want him to look me in the eye when he answers. Donât make the cool me play the role of the straight man.
And heâs telling them to surrender. What a harsh way.
âGet lost! This is my territory! Go back, attack!â
The boss-like man on top of the wall shouted back, veins popping out on his forehead. At the same time, his men draw their bows and released their arrows. It was evident they had no intention of negotiating. Thatâs a fitting attitude for the abandoned town. Shingenâs way of speaking might be appropriate.
âItâs a tough world, isnât it?â
âYeahâŚâ
The arrows approached Shingen and the others, then fell powerless in mid-air. The opponent was surprised and startled by the outcome.
âItâs a skill! Keep shooting without hesitation!â
The boss yelled at his subordinates and aimed his bow again, but it was futile. Thatâs because ordinary arrows couldnât pierce my Shadow Serpent. It seemed they didnât have any skilled individuals with unique abilities.
âHaa~ Well, this is a abandoned town, after all. How many people make up this force?â
âAbout 300 people. Behind the wall is a large former elementary and middle school building. The wall was originally strong, so they used it as their base.â
I see. There are many small bases around here. Due to the abundance of monsters, they create small bases to hide and survive.
There are too many bases with hundreds of people, and itâs hard to keep track. This is also my first time here.
[In games, itâs like a tutorial, right? You conquer small bases, build your power, and raise the banner of the Amatsugahara Corporation. Iâll create an edited character with leadership and strength both at 100.]
With a proud chest and a snort, Shizuku-san was full of confidence. Indeed, Shizuku-san might have that kind of power.
[Iâm not a Sengoku warlord, you know⌠Seriously, letâs just take care of this quickly. Honestly, we have too much flour left over.]
I miscalculated a bit. I got 500 kg of flour for nothing. Yeah, I have too much of it. We can get bread, and we sold potatoes cheaply too.
People canât survive on just flour alone. I need to add corn to the mix.
[So, youâll kidnap customers and bring them here, huh? I understand.]
[Youâre not very good at listening to people.]
Stopping the conversation with Shizuku-san in my mind, I start walking.
The self-proclaimed general Shingen, still on horseback, watches the arrows fall with a calm expression, but thatâs because heâs Kenshin. He wonât lose. I wonder what would happen if the enemy had someone with a handgun.
Passing by him, I move towards the door. Arrows fly towards me again, but I donât mind. Now, shall I greet the president?
âShoot. Shoot!â
The enemy boss keeps shooting arrows relentlessly. Does he not know me?
Do I have to wear black clothes? Iâm wearing a shirt and jeans today. I remember an old tale about a great general lending his red armor to a young man on his first battle. The young man fought bravely without hesitation and died.
Well, I canât help it then.
[Shadow Puppet]
I smoothly summon my shadow, enveloping my body. I become the black-clothed guy even in the middle of summer.
With my odd appearance, thereâs another commotion. It seems my name has somewhat spread.
âMy name is Amano Sakimori. Recently, I established the Amatsugahara Corporation. Iâve set up a market near your base and came here to advertise.â
âNgh! Iâve heard about that, but advertising?â
âYeah, please come to my market. For now, leave this place and come to my base.â
I want people for both the market and the fields. I need more hands.