Oda Nobuna No Yabou -

Sagara Yoshiharu —the high schooler dragged across time from the modern world—rubbed the back of his neck and stared at the lines representing enemy strongholds. He was exhausted, but sleep was a luxury the Warring States period rarely granted. "You are making that stupid face again, Monkey."

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. Oda Nobuna No Yabou

"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." Sagara Yoshiharu —the high schooler dragged across time