I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

Since the Onin War, Japan entered the Warring States Period, a period of nationwide chaos.

A split occurred within the shogunate over the issue of the shogun's succession, and the Hosokawa family, a kanrei under his command, took the lead in launching a coup. From then on, treacherous ministers came to power and the shogun's power was completely marginalized.

Ashikaga Yoshiharu's father, Ashikaga Yoshiharu, wanted to restore the glory of the Muromachi shogunate, so he secretly joined forces with the Asuka clan, the last loyal retainers of the shogunate, to launch a mutiny against Hosokawa Harumoto.

As a result, Ashikaga Yoshiharu was defeated and fled Kyoto, leaving only his son Ashikaga Yoshiteru, who had not yet come of age, to be supported as a puppet general.

As for the Asuka clan, it was natural that all the male members of the family were executed and all the female members were sent to Shimabara Flower Street to serve as official prostitutes.

The saddest thing is that the shogunate's funds could only be barely operated by relying solely on the income from brothels.

Even when the emperor passed away, the Ashikaga clan was unable to hold a funeral for him. They had to let his body swell up and could only bury it after the taxes from the brothels arrived.

This was the tragic end of the Shogun during the Warring States Period, when the power of the Japanese nobles reached its peak.

"Geisha [Colorful Umbrella], I greet you all."

Ashikaga Yoshiteru looked at the once glorious Miss Asuka, who now had to compromise and survive in a brothel, and he unconsciously clenched his fists.

The Asuka clan's loyalty to the Shogun is self-evident. An ordinary woman would rather die than be demoted to a court prostitute, let alone the daughter of a noble who was once high and mighty.

The young shogun even needed the Asuka family's last daughter to greet customers in his brothel and raise a meager amount of funds for his activities before he could realize his ambitions...

What a humiliating and sad thing this is!

But despite the resentment and grievances that filled his chest, the eleven-year-old Ashikaga Yoshiteru still clapped his hands and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! This is the hot candidate to win the title of Oiran this year! Sister Caisan took great care of me when I was little. I'm sure she's still a gentle partner in bed now! Hahahahaha!"

Hearing Ashikaga Yoshiteru praising herself like this, the geisha [Colorful Umbrella] bent down slightly, holding a flower umbrella and bowed.

Her demeanor is incomparably beautiful, her eyes are colorful, her fragrance is charming and alluring.

In terms of temperament, this courtesan possesses the beauty and elegance of a lady from a noble family.

In terms of clothing, this oiran wore an extremely provocative, southern barbarian-style chiffon dress.

Her shoulders are half exposed, her neck is slender, and under the black bra is a layer of faintly visible pink clothing, which is enough to make outsiders' eyes stare straight.

"Wow! It makes sense that she's the oiran!"

Miyamoto Musashi whispered to Oda Nobunaga.

"If there's a ditch, it's bound to be popular!"

"...Why are you saying this to me specifically?"

Oda Nobunaga had a dark face.

"Because you don't have grooves."

"Do you think Sister Caisan deserves the title of this year's top courtesan?"

Kamiizumi Nobutsuna was the first to respond to Ashikaga Yoshiteru's words, agreeing, "The colorful umbrella is so graceful and elegant. She is truly the perfect choice for the oiran."

Naoe Kagetsuna also stroked his beard and commented on behalf of Nagao Kagetora beside him: "If I were twenty years younger, I would surely be immersed in the gentle embrace of Miss Caisan day and night, and would not want to leave."

"It must be Caisan! She's amazing if she has cleavage!"

Miyamoto Musashi also nodded.

However, when it was Tsuchimikado's turn to speak, Tiger Eyes on the side raised his voice in a hostile tone: "The so-called oiran should show some real talent. This prostitute Caisan didn't even show any skills, and she directly took the title of oiran. I think the other geishas will be dissatisfied too."

Facing Tiger Eye's challenge, Caisan lowered his brows and asked respectfully, "Master Tiger Eye, what are your plans?"

"I see you're wearing southern barbarian clothes. Why don't you give me a southern barbarian-style striptease?"

Tiger Eye's suggestion made the atmosphere a little awkward.

The striptease of the southern barbarians has no interest at all. It simply shows the violence and desire in the bones of those foreigners.

Japan has been immersed in China's Confucian culture for centuries, and even in areas with such customs, there is a certain bottom line of shamelessness.

Even an old prostitute would probably feel uncomfortable with this proposal, let alone Caisan who had just become a geisha.

Tiger Eye This is an obvious challenge.

It was to make Caisan take out her self-esteem and then crush it completely in front of everyone.

"What's wrong? Is there no merit in my suggestion?"

Tiger Eyes clapped his hands and laughed.

"After all, what's an Oiran? Isn't she just a prostitute who gets toyed with in bed? Caisan! You're a prostitute now! You'll be a prostitute for the rest of your life! No one will want to marry you and redeem you! You'll spend the rest of your life in a brothel being toyed with by warriors like us!"

The warrior's ridicule was so vicious that the forced smile supported by the colorful umbrella was about to break down.

People always have some fantasy about the future.

Even though I became a prostitute, happiness still awaits me in the future, and the days ahead will become sweeter and sweeter...

However, Tiger Eye's harsh prediction completely shattered Caisan's fantasy.

"—Hey! That warrior called Tiger Eye, you're going a bit too far!"

The first person to support the colorful umbrella was Miyamoto Musashi, who had been cheerful before.

The Flower of Heaven had a frosty expression on her face. She said to Tiger Eye unhappily, "You're just a lustful prostitute, and now you're feeling superior to geishas? You're nothing more than a lowly, self-deprecating wretch."

"......What?"

Tiger Eye didn't expect that Miyamoto Musashi would speak so rudely to him.

He immediately slammed the table and shouted.

"Who are you to speak to me like that? You're just a worthless vase beside the White-robed Shura, there for him to play with!"

"Humph, some people, without any ability themselves, start insulting others' personalities."

At this moment, even Oda Nobunaga, who had always been at odds with Miyamoto Musashi, actually stood in the same camp with this busty female samurai.

"Who the hell are you? Is this the place for a lowly warrior like you to talk?"

Huyan was so angry that the hairs on his body stood up. He had never expected that even the geisha whom he despised the most would be so rude to him!

The warrior was about to draw his sword, but the next moment Axue's face darkened, and the teacup lid in his hand suddenly rolled up a gust of wind and shot towards Tiger Eye's right hand!

"it hurts!"

The fingers of Tiger Eye that were holding the sword were hit by the teacup lid on the spot. The warrior's face suddenly turned miserable, and the next moment his fingers turned black and blue!

"You bastard!"

Tiger's eyes were about to burst open, and he was about to stand up and launch a surprise attack on Axue.

Who would have expected that Tsuchimikado Taisho beside him would stand up and angrily slap Tiger Eye in the face!

"Tiger Eye! Do you have the right to speak here as a warrior?! Shut up!"

Then the Yin-Yang master bowed to everyone.

"I apologize for any offense my warriors may have caused. I hope you will forgive me."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay..."

Ashikaga Yoshiteru watched Tiger Eye being slapped by Tsuchimikado Yasushi, and he felt secretly happy in his heart.

But he obviously couldn't show it, so he quickly suppressed his laughter and put his hands down.

"Then, the title of Oiran will go to Sister Caisan. Is there any objection?"

Tiger Eyes didn't say anything else, but instead stared at Axue with a vicious look on his face.

"Then according to custom, the primogeniture of the colorful umbrella tonight will be up to the courtesan to choose her favorite. Hahahaha, who knows who will be the hero beloved by the courtesan!"

Although Ashikaga Yoshiteru said so, in fact, the person to whom the oiran would receive the right of virginity had already been decided by them.

No matter who the oiran is today, she is dedicated to only one person.

That was Nagao Kagetora, who came to Kyoto specifically from Echigo Province.

This was the Oiran diplomacy that Ashikaga Yoshiteru came up with, and it was the last power he could squeeze out as the Shogun.

Although Lord Jinghu is suffering from a migraine now, he must observe all the necessary etiquette.

Besides, Nagao Kagetora was a rare talent among men. The fact that the first object of the colorful umbrella could be presented to this dragon of Echigo could be considered as Ashikaga Yoshiteru doing nothing wrong to the Asuka clan.

But unlike what Ashikaga Yoshiteru imagined, the colorful umbrella looked around for a long time, and finally pointed its slender jade finger at someone the shogun had never imagined -

"The person I want to spend the night with tonight is this white-robed monk."

As soon as these words were spoken, Miyamoto Musashi was the first to disagree.

"No, the blind man is a monk, an ascetic monk at that. Why did you choose him for no reason?"

Oda Nobunaga was also confused. She had some friendship with this woman with colorful umbrella, but she didn't know that this woman with colorful umbrella actually liked monks?

"...Why did you choose this White-robed Shura?"

Even the usually taciturn Nagao Kagetora couldn't help but speak.

"You, the courtesan, really have bad intentions. If you really want Bai Yi Shura to break his precepts, then as a fellow Buddhist disciple, I am willing to take the blame for Bai Yi Shura."

"Yes, yes! Sister Caisan! Since Lord Jinghu has this intention, then everything will be fine if we choose Lord Jinghu, right?"

Seeing that Nagao Kagetora seemed to want to snatch the food from the tiger's mouth, Ashikaga Yoshiteru hurriedly tried to persuade Caisan.

"General, please consider this as the fulfillment of my last wish..."

Caisan was silent for a moment before speaking.

"I...would like to choose this monk."

Seeing that the colorful umbrella was so paranoid, everyone was stunned.

No, this Shura in white is really so magical?

Tsuchimikado Yasushi was stunned.

As an Onmyoji, he doesn't have such evil magic that can bewitch women. How can this Shura in white be able to bewitch the oiran just by helping her out?

Kamiizumi Nobunaga was also confused.

Could it be that the reason he could only reach the realm of Half-Step Sword Saint was because he hadn't indulged in romantic affairs? Could it be that the final piece of the Sword Saint puzzle lay within the brothel?

Miyamoto Musashi was completely confused.

This blind man isn't that good-looking, is he? Why are all these women trying to steal my husband for no apparent reason? I haven't even tasted the taste of a blind man yet, so what's the meaning of this courtesan suddenly stealing my love?!

But compared to the bewilderment of the crowd, the answer given by the White-robed Shura the next moment completely froze the scene—

"......OK."

Axue put down the teacup and responded so calmly.

“H-Huh?!”

Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga both screamed in shock and were completely stunned.

On the other side of the Chenxiang Pavilion, a heavy sound suddenly came out.

"Lord Jinghu?! Lord Jinghu, wake up!!"

Naoe Nobunaga has begun to desperately try to rescue Nagao Kagetora.

Chapter 2700: Are you willing to escape with me? ( words)

The charming night breeze of Shimabara Flower Street melts into the dancing cherry blossoms of early spring.

The oiran's makeup is delicate and elegant, with bright hairpins and gorgeous dangling earrings, just like the enchantment and beauty brought out by Ukiyo-e.

Love and hate.

Jealousy and forgiveness.

Pain and happiness.

People in the world hurt each other, grow in a distorted way, and good karma and bad karma pull at each other, unable to escape.

Everything is self-evident in this Saha world.

"Monk, we are really destined to be together."

The woman with the flower umbrella was wearing a light gauze dress, her jade-like skin faintly visible. She was smiling as she looked at the white-haired monk standing at the door.

When their eyes met, the courtesan knelt on the tatami, lowered her head slightly, with a shy and happy smile on her lips.