This is my thoughts about how Nobuchika may have been before his death. Don't like. Don't read. Simple as that.
Disclaimer-I don't own Samurai Warriors.
"Father, why must we aid the Toyotomi in their conquest of the land?" Nobuchika Chosokabe asked his father.
"History is changing. The age of warriors and their ilk is gone. This is now the age of intellectuals and gunpowder. The waves of history are changing. The men of Tosa must change as well lest we get swallowed up and forgotten," Motochika Chosokabe said philosophically.
"History this, history that, these men invaded our homeland and now we are aiding them. Where is your pride father? The men and I look up to you," Nobuchika said angrily.
"Honor and pride. You will succeed me Nobuchika. You must know the meaning of such words. Until you do, you will not be able to go beyond your current state," Motochika admonished.
Nobuchika got up and headed out of his father's tent. Motochika made no attempt to stop him.
"Sometimes being a good father means hurting your children. Being a good leader is even more difficult. In time Nobuchika will understand," Motochika thought.
Nobuchika was walking through the camp. He was deep in thought about what his father was and what he seemed now. In his eyes, his father had no equal. He was the hero of Tosa. He managed to beat back Hideyoshi's forces with a force ten times smaller. But in the end, he surrendered. He gave up is honor. For that, Nobuchika couldn't forgive him.
The next day came by fast. Nobuchika still was not able to get over his father's betrayal. Motochika sensed this and allowed Nobuchika his space. Orders were sent to each camp in the Chosokabe army about their deployment and strategies. Motochika was in a meeting with Hideyoshi and other warlords. Nobuchika was given the task of supervising the troops.
As he went through the camp, he noticed the greetings he was getting from the men. They were all jovial and respectful. It was almost like they were happy to be here fighting for a cause other than their homeland. Nobuchika could not understand this. After finishing the inspection, he headed back to his tent to contemplate the words his father gave him. Before realizing it, he fell asleep.
Tomorrow morning, the troops were heading out to the home of the Shimazu. The Shimazu Devils were given this title for their prowess in battle. The leaders of this clan were said to be able to fell ten men without taking a single wound. Their prowess was legendary and their names feared. Motochika himself was unable to completely dominate Shikoku due to their power as well as the power of the Tachibana. The Tachibana were nearly destroyed however and the last surviving heir came to Hideyoshi for help. The last heir was a woman named Ginchiyo Tachibana. Nobuchika felt she had great beauty and poise yet the show of strength she showed while dueling the strongest Devil, Yoshihiro, made him realize she was too hard to control.
"Tis a shame," Nobuchika sighed ruefully.
The rest from the night before allowed Nobuchika to come to an understanding about his father. His father was not a coward. He had not lost his fangs or his honor. He was just adapting to the changes n the world. But that doesn't mean he can accept his father's way.
"I'll show you father, that the age of the samurai has not come to n end," Nobuchika told him. Motochika gave a small laugh but waved his son off and told him to prove his claim.
"I will make you proud," Nobuchika thought.
The Chosokabe army was to mobilize their forces and assist the lady Tachibana's charge into the Shimazu base camp to the east. Toyotomi soldiers aided their force. Despite the miscalculations and problems that arose, the force was largely intact upon reaching the base. The force was damaged but the Shimazu were in retreat. By a small majority the force decided to trail the Shimazus and destroy them at a mountain pass. Unbeknownst to them, this would be a fatal move.
Nobuchika and Motochika were talking about their success in battle on this day with Motochika's fourth son Morichika. The family was gathered around a fire the men built for them and Motochika prepared a hot meal of mountain stew for his family. The meal was good. The family was joking and laughing. It was a moment of bliss. In one instance, someone broke out the wine flask and the three got drunk. The next day they would have a hangover but to them it was worth it.
Three days passed. The force finally reached the Shimazu eastern force. The Chosokabe army rushed forward and there, everything went wrong. The old Shimazu set off a signal for Shimazu men above the cliff. Those men let loose boulders from above, eliminating part of the Chosokabe army and cutting them off.
"It's an ambush!" Motochika yelled.
The Chosokabe army recovered from their surprise and managed to fight back. They even began to push the Shimazus back. But luck was not on their side. A second ambush separated Motochika from his retinue of soldiers. Nobuchika saw his father was surrounded and rushed to his aid. Motochika started attacking like his life depended on it. Of course, it was. Then things got even worse. The infantry surrounding Motochika gave way to expose Motochika to a small unit of gunmen. Motochika seemed resigned to his death as he gave his shamisen a loving stroke. The gunmen fired, and Nobuchika saw this. He also saw a small unit heading towards the gunmen but they would not reach his father in time. He did the only thing left to him. He charged.
Nobuchika charged towards his father. Already off his horse, he ran in front of his father and took the bullets for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the small group of men reach the musketeers killing the fools who dared strike at their lord. He heard his father crying his name.
He felt a moment of intense pain but now the feeling was gone. In its place was a calm warm peaceful sensation, much like a warm embrace. Accompanying this feeling was an unknown feeling. He felt weird. He found it hard to discern this sensation. It wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary, it was comforting. It was then Nobuchika smiled. He recognized this feeling. This would be the second time he felt this way, the first being the end of the attack on the Shimazus where his father and brother were laughing with him around the campfire. He was content.
