The name of the great swordsman begins in Okehazama.

In the palace army, a young man, about twenty years old, carried a longbow.

This must be the eldest son of the Ōmiya clan, Ōmiya Ōnojo.

This man was a skilled archer and was renowned in Ise.

He began learning archery at the age of five, shot down a flying sparrow at the age of twelve, and at the age of seventeen, he hit the bullseye with all three arrows in a competition, earning him the title of "the greatest archer in Ise".

Historically, during the siege of Ōmiya-Abaka Castle, Ōnojo fired a hundred arrows at Hideyoshi, causing heavy casualties. Hideyoshi himself was even wounded as a result.

Standing at the front of the formation, he was overjoyed to see Mori Nagayoshi charging straight towards him alone.

He had already heard that the Maori army had broken through six enemy lines and was closing in, so he dragged his father to come and stop them.

If one could kill this famous general of Oda's army, one would surely become famous throughout the world.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow flew straight toward Changqing's face, its sharp, piercing sound cutting through the air.

The soldiers of the Ōmiya family were ready to cheer, and Ōmiya Nyūdō stroked his beard and smiled, as if he could already see his son accomplishing a great feat.

However, Changqing only tilted his head slightly.

The arrow grazed past his temple, but he didn't even slow down. He simply reached out with his left hand and caught the arrow firmly in mid-air!

"What?!" Daisuke Omiya's eyes widened.

The noise of the battlefield seemed to stand still at that moment.

Changqing nocked the arrow he had seized onto his bow in one swift motion, in the blink of an eye.

"Here you go!"

The bowstring twanged, and the arrow flew even faster than it had come!

Ōmiya Ōnojo hurriedly dodged, the arrow grazing his scalp and sending a chill down his spine.

At this moment, the two were a hundred paces apart. Nagayoshi's arrow, shot from horseback, went slightly astray and directly killed a hatamoto samurai of the Ōmiya family.

Ōnojo was furious.

Now that the two were sixty paces apart, he didn't believe Changqing could catch the arrow.

"Again!" Oichijo gritted his teeth and fired another arrow.

An arrow was shot at Changqing's chest.

Changqing smirked, lay down, slung the bow over his arms, and gripped the incoming arrow tightly with both hands.

Immediately, he stepped forward, drew his bow, and shot again.

There was no contempt in his eyes, but rather it was as if he had discovered a shining gem in the desert.

He held back a bit of his strength with this arrow, but it still aimed at the brow of the Grand Master of Ceremonies.

Daiji quickly turned to the side, just like Nagayoshi, and grabbed the incoming arrow.

He thought to himself: At this moment, the two of them are only forty paces apart. You are coming on horseback. This time, you can't avoid it even if you want to.

Enraged, he nearly snapped the bowstring with his arrow.

With this shooting technique, the arrow travels in the blink of an eye over a mere forty paces.

But Changqing had already seen the trajectory of the arrow the moment he released it.

Iaijutsu... but it uses the arm.

Changqing's arm armor deflected the arrow mid-air, and as it fell, he cleaved it in two with a single strike.

He drew his bow again and shot, the arrow splitting in two, flying past Ōnojo's ears and piercing his eardrums with pain.

The bow in his hand fell to the ground, the bowstring still humming.

The soldiers of the Ōmiya family had never seen such divine skill before. Three arrows caught three times, and then returned four times – it was almost a miracle.

"My lord is a master archer!" Keiji rushed to the front of the formation, shouting as if he had shot the arrow himself.

"Impossible...impossible!" Daijou got up from the ground, his face flushed.

If Changqing had dodged, he could have understood, but he actually shot him back like that, deliberately sparing his life.

This is an insult!

He drew the long sword from his waist.

"I'm going to kill you with my own hands!"

Ō no Jō mounted his horse and charged toward Chōkyō.

Maeda Keiji had just arrived at Nagayoshi's side and, seeing the situation, laughed heartily: "My lord, I'll hold him off for you!"

Changqing didn't answer, heading straight for Kitada's main camp. Anyway, killing that young man wouldn't bring him much benefit.

The moment Keiji and Ōnojo's horses collided, Ōmiya Ōnojo was swept off his horse by Keiji's sweeping attack, sword and all.

The broken knife was inserted into the soil, trembling slightly.

Even the Mori retainers are terrifying...

Ōnojo stood there, stunned, the broken half of the sword he was holding feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Ōmiya Nyūdō watched from the rear as his son was about to die, his face deathly pale.

Maeda Keiji, however, saw through his lord's thoughts and did not kill him, but continued to follow Nagayoshi.

"Run for your life, kid! Anyone else would be dead by the second arrow!"

This was more humiliating than any insult; they simply didn't take the Imperial Army seriously.

Oichijo stood frozen in place.

The Omiya army practically let the two men pass through the formation. When Omiya Nyudo came to his senses, he immediately ordered his troops to return to reinforce them.

Nyudo rode up to his son's side, his expression complex: "Ōnojo, you..."

Ōnojo threw the broken sword far away.

"I have practiced archery for fifteen years and thought I had reached the pinnacle. Only today do I realize that I was merely lingering on the outside."

Ōmiya Nyūdō remained silent.

Didn't he feel the same way? As a veteran who had seen countless battles, he had met many fierce generals, but someone like Mori Nagayoshi was a rare find in his lifetime.

That was not just about being highly skilled in martial arts, but also about having an air of dominance over the battlefield.

"Father," Ōnojo suddenly said, "let's retreat."

"What?!"

"The Kitada family cannot win this battle."

Ōmiya Nyūdō looked around and found that the morale of his soldiers had completely collapsed.

We can't catch up with Changqing now, so let's just leave it to fate!

"Send word to withdraw from the territory."

Oichi nodded and ran to retrieve the two broken sword pieces.

……

Nagayoshi and Keiji stormed into Kitada Tokunori's hatamoto squad in the blink of an eye.

"Keij! What are you spacing out for!"

Changqing's shout brought Keiji back to his senses, and he realized that he had almost been stabbed by a spear thrust from the side.

Keiji quickly swung his spear to parry, and in the process, stabbed the enemy soldier to death.

"My apologies, my lord!" Keiji laughed, "I got so engrossed in watching your martial arts!"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed by being distracted on the battlefield?" Changqing rebuked.

He killed two enemy soldiers with a single shot, creating an opening for Keiji. "Find a way to delay the Hatakemoto Division!"

"yes!"

The two rode side by side, charging forward like sharp knives piercing the heart of the Kitada army.

"My lord, aren't you tired?" Keiji couldn't help but ask. He was already panting.

"Tired?" Changqing thrust his spear through the throat of an enemy general. "You've already lost if you say you're tired! If you're tired, go take a piss and rest!"

Keiji immediately understood, jumped off his horse, and started urinating in front of the enemy's captain!

He was urinating while shaking it, and Kitada's samurai were genuinely worried that cutting him down would cause them trouble.

"Boys of the Kitada family, come and see! The more you look, the more ashamed you'll feel; your wives will all have to remarry!"

The Kitada samurai had never suffered such humiliation before, and they didn't care about being slutty or not, so they attacked.

Keiji was also a genius; he started fighting with only half his butt sticking out.

……

Kitada Tokyo stood on high ground, and his horse's markings began to retreat.

Everything's in complete chaos...

Even if Changqing is killed, the entire army has already collapsed.

Changqing had his own followers and main force in complete chaos.

The vanguard was thus driven back by Takigawa Kazumasu, and if they did not leave, they would likely be surrounded by Mori Yoshinari and Ikeda Tsuneoki.

The turn of events in the battle took him by surprise.

What terrified him most was the figure lingering not far away.

"My lord, his men are exhausted. If we attack together, we will surely kill him!" suggested Kitada Shigemitsu Mizutani Gyobu.

Ju Jiao shook his head and sighed, "That's enough. The battle is already decided. Let's not waste any more time."

"My lord!"

"Retreat! Do you really think he wants to fight me one-on-one right now? This guy isn't just a simple martial arts fanatic."

Ju-kyo gripped his katana tightly, looking at the two annoying "flies" not far away, especially the one with half its butt exposed.

How disgusting!