After many years, I still can't forget the fire. Soaring into the sky, wild, fierce, turbulent, and irresistible, like the burning heavens and the beauty of Buddhism, those gods and Buddhas watched indifferently in the sky,
My father disappeared in that fire.
However, a legend will definitely happen at that time, and the legend will be born in the annals of history and rumors. It is said that there was a young man who was angry with others when he was born. With a curse. In fact, that year the rainstorm retreat time was extended longer than before.
The boy's name is Yokoku Nobunaga. On a crisp autumn afternoon, a low-class dancer gave birth to a child screaming in the cellar where the poor lived. Then came the continuous heavy rains, mixed with flash floods. A stone lion was swept away by the rain on the wet green road in the town.