Oda Nobuna No: Yabou

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

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. 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

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."