Yo, ZeXal2828 here. Before I start with this, let me say a few things.

First of all, for the people who are in the know about my "To Become a God" fanfiction, it will be continuing when I manage to write up the two characters I lost. What had happened, for those of you who do not know, is that I had to reset my computer and I couldn't save anything. Why couldn't I use a jump drive? Well, I couldn't get ON the computer to use it! I could turn it on, but it wouldn't go to the desktop so it was kind of useless. Anyway, I will probably be able to quickly get back to the series sometime next week, since I also have to remember details about other characters. I only completed two characters, so most of that time will be spent writing them back into existence... they might be slightly different than how I originally planned them to be though, which sucks. As for the other, about five characters... Well, I had written a few things about them, but not much. I didn't come up with a name or personality, or outfit, so it doesn't really matter, I can take my time with them.

And in the meanwhile, I will be writing this, since I like the series! I will be using the ANIME first, with small extras from the Light Novel that I know about. Once I finish going through the Anime, I will then find the light novel to continue the series, if I can.

If not many people like this series, then I'll just end it at where the Anime ends at.

Either way, updates will be... hm... well, I'll just write XD

So, sorry for making you wait, now, let's start this up!

Chapter 1: Secret Operative Noire! The Missing Combat Spy?

This is the wonderful thing about espionage, nothing exists any more.
- William Stephenson

I stared through the window, into a dark room. The window was situated at the top of a small basement. Just a small rectangular window, where you had to crouch down close to the damp ground in order to see through, and even then, because of the darkness of the basement, you will most likely not see anything.

But thanks the abilities I was gifted, I was able to see in the dark as if I was an Owl.

From birth, I have been raised as a kind of solider; a super soldier. I might not be the strongest, or the fastest of my brethren, but that didn't mean I was weak or useless. I was given the power of the Owl mixed with the Tiger, like the rest of my Brothers and Sisters.

The Black Tigers. That was the Secret Organization that I belonged in. Taken at the young age of one, I was experimented on, just like the others, and given the genes of an Owl and, of course, a Tiger.

I was given the title of Special Operative, Class: Sword by the men up above, and I have always sought to complete my duty.

Though by no means was I loyal; I just did what I was told. I had no other place to go. Who else would accept a freak like me anyway?

Class: Sword. The role of the Sword, is the see, and to slay. If you can't see, you can't slay. My job is to go in, and take out a target. I was an Assassin. M y weapon of choice, is the sword. Though I could've used a gun, or any other kind of weapon, I was captivated by swords, and so, I used the sword. They became an extension of my arms, a weapon that became like another me, or, at least, to me it was.

But that is enough of an explanation. There is more I could say, but I might as well show you.

I looked from left to right through the window, looking for any type of movement. Spying none, I smiled and slowly stood up. I then looked up the building I stood next to, and took out a small grappling hook. I took a few steps back, and spun the hook around. Narrowing my eyes, I calculated the angle I needed to throw to get the grappling hook to the roof and stuck and the amount of power I needed to do so.

After my calculations finished, in exactly zero point one seconds, I threw the grappling hook upwards. It soared through the air, and over the roof. After a few seconds of silent waiting, I pulled the rope, and smiled. It was stuck. I then started my short climb up to the roof.

When I made it to the top, I collected the grappling hook and placed it back into the bag I carried. After that was done, I ran across the roof stealthily, not making any sound as I ran. When I came to a stop in front of a door leading inside the building, I placed my ear up against it, listening for any kind of sound.

Finding nothing, I quickly pick locked the door. When I finished, I pulled open the door slowly and carefully, making sure the door doesn't make a squeaky noise as it opened. When I moved around the door and went inside, I pulled the door closed the same way.

I walked down the stairs crouched, as silently as possible, keeping my two ears open. I fingered the eye patch covering my right eye, making sure it was in place. Finding that it was on correctly, I sped up my walk. Coming to a stop, I peered into the hallway from the stairs, making sure nobody was in the hallway so I could continue on.

The building I was in was two stories. I was currently on the second floor, and I had to make my way to the basement, where I was looking through the window earlier. My mission was to assassinate a man by the name of "Alex Hemmingway" who was a multi-millionaire dealing in drugs, prostitutes, and alcohol. A supposed despicable man who doesn't care about the lives of others, I was charged with taking him out and stealing a suitcase containing some five million dollars in Yen.

I was told he was in a very guarded building, and the information was correct. The outside grounds was covered in guards. Was being the keyword. The front door was locked with a high system lock, which, in the end, could only be unlocked with either a VIP's finger and eye scan, or Alex's personal password plus finger scan. The password was only known by him. It could be hacked, but it would take too long and I had only twenty-four hours to kill him from when the assignment was given. Considering I had to waste ten hours to get to Japan and to the location, I decided to save the hacking for another day.

I also had no skills in hacking and it was an assignment given to me and only me, so chances of succeeding via hacking was zero percent.

I would probably make it worse...

So, I went with my best option: Sneaking in. There are two entrances into the building: The front door, which is blocked by the door mentioned above, and the roof-way.

I went through the entrance on the roof.

The amount of guards on the property would prevent someone sneaking onto the roof by ladder, grappling hook, or anything else minus a helicopter, so I had to take care of a couple of guards in order to prevent someone from seeing me scale the wall. I could try to get in by the small window leading directly into the basement... but I wasn't an octopus, so that way was denied.

I had checked the basement earlier, and I saw no movement. So it was highly likely that Alex was either on the second floor or the first.

Continuing with my mission, I moved through the hallway. Finding no guards, I first made my way to the basement, to secure the money. There was still a chance that he could be in the basement, or he could've made his way into the basement after I checked it.

Either way, I went down to the first floor and made my way to the basement. I slowly entered the dark room and walked down a few stairs. Thanks to my ability to see in the dark, I was able to see the trap before it was sprung. Jumping to the ground and rolling next to a table, which I kicked to the ground and used it to hide myself behind, I calmly waited until the bullets stopped.

When they did, the lights turned on. I slowly stood up, and scanned the ground before me.

A total of fifteen guards were lined up in the room, with an odd one out wearing a white suit. He had blonde hair in a wind-swept way and sky blue eyes. He was showing me a pretty cocky smile. I quickly concluded him to be Alex.

The fifteen guards trained their various machine guns at my face.

"So..." I said, putting on my own smile. "How's it going?"

"Great." Who I presume to be Alex said cheerfully. "Tell me: How does it feel to see death?"

"Hm..." I pretended to think about it as I put a hand on my chin and adopted a thinking pose. Then, suddenly as if a light bulb went off, I snapped my fingers and pointed at Alex. "Wait, your telling me, that I'm looking at death right now? I thought I was looking at a bunch of idiots! No wonder mommy said I needed glasses..."

"You shut up!" Yelled Alex, clearly maddened. "Since you're about to die, I'll fill you in on a little tip. You were given up!"

"Ooh! So I was betrayed! Wonderful! Who did it? The moon?"

"No you imbecile!" I just laughed. He quickly calmed down by taking some deep breaths. "Anyway, you were betrayed. And so, I appropriately prepared for your arrival."

"R-really?" My smile faltered. "You really prepared for me? Then why was it so easy to get in? Why are there only fifteen guards training their guns on me? You should know I've taken down larger groups!"

"First off, shut up! Your so annoying!"

"Thanks."

"Second," he continued growling at me. "I was told that you'd be able to get in anyway, so I purposely made sure that you could get in through the roof. By purposely not putting any guards on the roof."

"So... what were you trying to do anyway? Show me a good time? Cause it's not working! It's actually pretty boring. I'd rather be playing that new Mario game..."

"You can play that game all you want... in Hell!" He spat out. "Anyway, I have more than these here to take you out!"

"Oh, what?" I asked, my smile brightening in anticipation.

"I'm here, for instance." Said a cold voice. A man wearing black armor and black clothes walked out of the shadows behind Alex. In his hand, he carried a katana in a black sheathe. He had long hair and black eyes. He had a stubble around his chin and cheeks that needed to be cut since it looked so depressing. He was of a muscular build, but he was faster than he was strong.

Tiger and Cheetah.

"Oh, hello... Secret Operative Vermillion..." I greeted, my smile going down slightly.

"Secret Operative Noire." He nodded. So it was my closest friend who sold me out, huh... Well, it wasn't like we were really friends. We just got along the best. In the organization, we were trained to not make friends amongst ourselves, so that in case one of the Operatives went rogue, we would be able to take him or her out like any other person. Of course, some got along better than others, but, in the end, if worse comes to worse, even the closest pair will try to kill each other.

This is just another one of those cases.

Strength wise we are about the same. Speed wise he is faster than me.

Thanks to other various abilities we have and our own personal training, I can confidently say that if we fought, he would just barely win.

"No more talk..." Vermillion said, slowly drawing his sword of its sheathe. "Let us just kill." When the sword finished sliding out of its sheathe, he tossed it back. The sword had a vermillion red blade with a black guard and grip. A small ruby was embedded in the middle of his guard, just underneath the blade.

Narrowing my eyes, I let my left hand fall to the grip of my own sword, and I slid it out of its own sheathe. I revealed a dark blue bladed sword, that was double-edged, that had a black guard with white tape surrounding the grip. The pommel was flat with the bottom a golden cover. The entire length of the sword was forty-eight inches, making it a long sword, or a bastard sword. The blade was forty inches long with the guard to the pommel being eight inches. I wielded this, actually pretty light, long sword with my right hand. Since I was ambidextrous, I could wield it with either hand, but my right hand was favored.

I cracked my neck and then the knuckles of my left hand. I tightened my hold on my sword, "Gale," in my right hand. My smile widened.

Without any warning, everyone moved. I kicked the table that I hid behind forward, blocking their vision of me. The guards fired their guns at me, but I was already moving out of the way. Vermillion cleanly cut the table in half with one downward slash of his blade, eyes somehow never leaving me, even when I blocked his view of me with the table. Scary, scary.

I leaped forward, using the wall to my right to run across the room, a very dangerous thing to do, but something I like doing in general.

The guards fired their guns at me, but the bullets either missed me, or I cut them in half if they were on target. Vermillion didn't move, but kept his eyes on me.

Jumping off the wall, I slashed apart two guards in one swing in half, horizontally. Their organs fell out of their body, as their upper-half fell down to the ground, with their lower-half falling to their knees and then hitting the ground. I then punched at the nearest guard with my left fist, and cracked his skull. He started to fall down to the ground, but I grabbed him with the same hand and pulled him closer to me, using him as a kind-of meat shield. At the corner of my eyes, I saw Vermillion pull back his blade.

I then tossed the guy I held at him, and ran at him, cutting down another nearby guard at the same time, this time, just cutting off his head.

Vermillion slashed the guy I tossed at him in half, and then slashed again, so fast that I might've thought it was only one slash. I blocked the strike as fast as I could, but I could feel the impact in my arm. Throwing my left fist forward, I hoped to hit him, but he intercepted the strike by raising his right knee and catching it on it. I recoiled from the impact by jumping back.

He had implanted steel into his knee, and it acted like a knee guard. It was pretty painful punching it, especially with my strength. Of course, the steel was strengthened to survive even a bomb's blast, so it was the real deal. I couldn't scratch it. If it was regular steel, then another two or three punches and it would crack.

To my right, I heard the cock of a gun, and I reacted instantly, cutting the gun into three parts. His head fell off his body, and his waist was severed from his legs. But it left me open. I moved my left arm up and blocked the strike of Vermillion's sword, the gauntlet I wore let out a groan of protest, but held in the end. I pushed him away from me and inspected the damage of my arm, even as I dodged or cut down the bullets from the guards.

It wasn't injured and the armor was still good. There was a small cut on it, but it is easily fixed. Scanning the room, I counted the number left.

One Vermillion and ten guards. It appears as if Alex had left with the money as quickly as possible. Looking slightly to my right, I saw a door slightly ajar. A secret passage.

I have to complete the mission. I ran towards the door, cutting a guard down and punching aside another. Eight left. Vermillion noticed what I was doing and ran to intercept me. Smiling wider, I spun around, kicking a nearby gun from one of the dead guards at him. He spared a small moment to cut it in half. I took that moment to run past him.

Growling, Vermillion followed after me. The last eight guards followed after him.

I jumped up into the air slightly, spinning around to face Vermillion. Before my feet could touch the ground, I kicked away his sword, which tried to stab me. My left foot touched the ground, and using the momentum of my right, I spun back around and continued running after Alex, who I could barely see up ahead. Lanterns was tied to the ceiling for light. Vermillion couldn't see in the dark like me.

Taking advantage of that fact, I started to cut down each lantern that I found. He may have been right behind me, but with each lantern cut down, he'd have to take a moment to go around them, cut it apart, or knock it aside.

Either way, he'll lose light to see, and I'll be able to further ahead of him.

Jumping up above a swipe, I kicked off the right wall, to the left and back to the ground, dodging bullets.

Up ahead, was a turn to the right. One last lantern was ahead.

Taking a chance, I tossed my sword forward, and cut the last lantern down. A second later, I grabbed the sword from the wall and continued down the passage, turning to the right.

Vermillion followed after me, as if the amount of light or distance didn't matter. Damn persistent bastard!

Looking forward, I saw that Alex was only twenty feet ahead. Smiling, I hurried my pace.

Looking back, Alex saw me and nearly shrieked.

"V-V-V-Vermillion! Hurry up and k-kill that rat!" He screamed. He then stumbled slightly and I took that moment to rush forward, as fast as my legs could, and stabbed at him. Death was ensured. My blade neared his exposed back, my smile was wide, and then...

Blood splashed in the halls, but it wasn't Alex's.

It was mine.

"Tsh. Damn bastard! Give me a break!" I said facing Vermillion.

As I went to stab Alex, I had left myself wide open. Vermillion capitalized on that, and attacked me from behind, slashing my back from hip to shoulder.

"Like I'd let you go." He said. The passageway was just wide enough and more for our swords to dance. The guards that appeared behind Vermillion, prepared to fire, but Vermillion stopped them with a hand signal. "If you shoot, you might hit Mr. Hemmingway. Go around us. You'll let them pass, won't you? Noire?"

"Like I'd-" I started to say, but was interrupted as Vermillion rushed forward, his blade singing through the air. I narrowly avoided it, and returned my own slash. As our blades became interlocked, the guards ran past us and caught up to Alex.

My mission objective was getting farther and farther away.

"Damn you!" I said, my smile disappearing. I was mad. I was angry. I was frustrated. This damn bastard... My mission was ruined because of him! It was going so well! Though it would've been much different than if he didn't betray me, it still would've been fun! But now? Now he made it into a Death Match! The winner lives and the loser dies! While I like these kinds of fights, it wasn't fun when you knew the results!

I was going to die. But I'll at least try to take out Vermillion for ruining my fun!

I jumped lightly back and stabbed forward. Vermillion pushed aside the blade, but I let go, and spun around his blade. I then lifted my right fist, and backhanded him in the face, causing him to be knocked back and into the wall. Before my sword could even touch the ground, I kicked the sword up and grabbed it from the air.

Smiling, I rushed forward, slashing at Vermillion. He rolled against the wall, and my blade sunk into the rock and metal of the passageway, making a deep cut through it. He then stabbed at me, and I moved out of the way. However, at the last second, he spun around, and slashed the sword at my waist, trying to cut me into two. Smiling wider, I jumped over the blade, letting my body become perpendicular to the ground, and spun around so that my feet landed on the ground. As my feet touched the ground, Vermillion stepped forward and kicked them out from under me. I fell down to the ground, but I wrapped my legs around his, taking him with me.

Even as he fell to the ground after me, he stabbed down at me with his sword. I rolled out of the way and quickly got him, blocking a slash at the same time. He was already up, even though he hit the ground after me!

Amazing! So scary! Can such a monster exist?

Ripping my eye patch off my face, I laughed.

Black and white hair, where the black was on the right and dominated most of my hair, and the white on the left. The hair was brushed to the side on the front, but a small strand was left in the middle, falling down on my nose. On the sides, the hair was brushed down so that it mostly covered my ears. The same was on the back, though I didn't have any ears there! Then there was my eyes. They were heterochromatic, where the left eye is a shining yellow and the right a scarlet red. I usually wear a black eye patch over my right eye, because It looks cool.

It also separates my regular self from a more insane self. Though, the insane part only comes out in a fight.

Laughing hysterically, I rushed forward, moving just out of the way, so that Vermillion's sword drew a thin line across my cheek. Surprised, Vermillion tried to pull his sword back, but tossing my sword to my left hand, I grabbed the blade of his sword. I then slashed my sword forward, cutting off his right arm at his wrist. He held back a small shout of pain, and caught the grip of his sword with his left hand. He then slashed at my undefended throat, but I just smiled. It was a trap, of course.

I then spun around the tip of the sword, letting it cut a small line on my neck. I then stabbed my sword at him faster than a viper at its meal.

Seeing the attack coming, he jumped backwards to dodge it and moved the sword to strike back at my blade's zenith. However, I kicked the ground, launching myself forward.

This time, Vermillion wasn't surprised.

Everyone in the Black Tiger's has their own trigger. A way to become "insane" in a fight. Seeing blood and taking off my eye patch, revealing my scarlet red eye, is my trigger.

I don't know the trigger for Vermillion, but then again, nobody knows the trigger for the others. They just know the trigger for themselves.

But in that moment, I knew that I had triggered his.

As my sword neared his throat, he spun around it, and walked calmly past me. By the time my foot hit the ground, I had no idea what he did, but I concluded that he was even more of a monster than I thought.

A trigger can make or break an Operative. In a fight, the use of a trigger could change the entire game. Take me and Vermillion for example.

Without our trigger, I would lose the fight. But with it, I could win the fight, depending on his trigger. The more extreme the activation of a trigger is, the stronger it makes you when it is, well, triggered.

For me, it is seeing blood and then removing my eye patch, so that both eyes are revealed. If I see blood with both my eyes, I don't get triggered. It has to be with one eye. My yellow eye. My red eye has to be the one with the eye patch on it for it to accurately work.

But, in this moment, I really wanted to know Vermillion's trigger. Whatever it was, really killed me.

I mean it. I was going to die unless I get some first-aid. A hospital would be nice.

Why?

Well, in that split second it took for my foot to hit the ground, he had cut me.

My sword's blade was cut in half, the blade falling to the ground and shattering. Blood spurted out of both my shoulders, and my legs. A total of four slashes, plus the one from my back. The one on my neck and cheek were tiny and didn't really matter. In the end, it took five cuts from his blade to take me down.

The only wound I managed to make, would be taking his right hand.

When I hit the ground, I looked at him from the corner of my eye. What I saw, shocked me. He had picked up his dismembered right hand, and put it back on. Was it... metal? Did he have a metal hand?

He looked back at me and gave me a loose smile.

"You want to know my trigger?" He asked. I couldn't move. "Losing a limb. The bigger the limb... the more power I get." He chuckled. "The perfect way to cheat the system is to just have metal limbs. It still counts, though I feel like it's slightly weaker than when I lose the limb originally... probably because it wasn't flesh. Though you did cut off some flesh... I'll extend the metal to my elbow next, I guess. Make it a little weaker maybe..."

"You... monster..." I coughed out. Blood fell from my lip.

"Thank you. Oh, yeah. I guess you failed in your objective, huh? Not only did Alex get away with his money, but you died! Worse failure ever, wouldn't you agree?"

"..."

"Oh, what is this? Are you dead?"

"..."

"Damn... next time, cut a little shallower..." He turned around. His back was so exposed... I so badly wanted to lunge forward, and stick my blade between his shoulders! But I couldn't move. My vision was getting weaker... It was hard to see.

So this was death?

Sounds fun, but at the same time... lonely.

I was only seventeen, was I going to die this young? I expected my death to come around twenty-one!

Well, whatever. You take what you get.

I closed my eyes and let death take me.

"Is he alive?" A feminine voice asked loudly, with power. Perhaps the owner was someone of high standing?

"I think so..." Another said. Though said slowly, it was with great confidence.

"His heart his beating." A third, though more monotone, it was unmistakably the voice of someone young.

"I don't know anything about him..." A masculine voice that sounded confused. "His clothes look like something from my time... but the armor throws me off."

"What, so you don't know who he is?" The first voice said, annoyed.

"I don't know everyone!" The masculine voice complained. Hearing it some more, the voice must belongs to someone my age.

"Perhaps, a spy?" A cute voice said, stumbling in the middle slightly.

"A spy? It is possible... I would say, it is something we should look out for when he awakens. Sixty points." The sound of a fan flapping open. The voice was feminine and sounded gentle.

"Right. I'll assign some guards to keep watch."

I snapped my eyes open, startling everyone in the room, except a girl who wore black clothing, which reminded me of a ninja.

The other occupants of the room, eyed me closely after their surprise.

A girl with blonde hair, another with brown hair, black hair, a small girl wearing a tiger skin, another small girl wearing ninja clothes, and a guy wearing Japanese school clothes.

...Okay, judging by the clothes of everyone here, minus the guy, I am either back in time, which sounds really far-fetched, or I was kidnapped by people who are crazy. Now looking at the guy, I am definitely not in the past, and was captured by crazy people. Probably.

"Who are you?" The blonde haired girl asked.

"Noi-" I stopped. I wasn't in an operation, so I might as well use my real name. "Suzune Suzuki." I introduced. "Since I introduced myself, how about telling me all of your names?" I asked with my usual smile.

"I am Oda Nobuna." The blonde haired girl said, nodding her head. "Daimyo of the Owari Province."

"I see." I replied. "And the rest of you?"

"Yoshiharu Sagara." The guy said, pointing at himself with his thumb and a smile. I nodded at him.

"Shibata Katsuie." The girl with brown hair said.

"Niwa Nagahide." The girl with black hair and the fan replied.

"Maeda Inuchiyo." The girl wearing the tiger skin.

"Hachisuka Goemon." The ninja girl.

"..." I remained silent. The Daimyo of the Owari Province is Oda Nobunaga. But someone who is that name entirely, except the 'ga' at the end, is saying that they are the Daimyo, and they're female. Either I was in a kind of alternate timeline, or this was a group of crazies. Looking around the room, I saw Sagara looking at me intently. Reading the message in his eyes, I understood.

Either he's asking me to play along, or we're actually in the past.

And now that I think about it, I don't feel any pain...

Checking my shoulders, I found that there was no injury. Placing a hand on my back, and running up and down, I didn't feel any kind of rip or tear in my shirt and chainmail. The same was on my legs.

I was in perfect condition.

"What are you doing?" Nobuna asked.

"Oh, well... Before I woke up, I was in a fight, and I sustained some injuries. So, did you heal me?"

"No." She said. "When we found you, you were just lying down. In front of my castle." She said, with a slight anger in her voice.

"Oh, well... sorry about that, I guess?" I scratched the back of my hair. It was then that I noticed that I was wearing my eye patch. I had taken it off before. Why was it on now? Looking around the room, I looked for my sword. If I was right... "Where is my sword?" I asked them.

Katsuie reached to something behind her. "Right here." She held up my sword in its sheathe, along with my sword belt. She drew the sword and showed the blade to me, showing that it was my sword.

"But it is such a weird sword..." Nobuna said muttered.

"Yeah, it was custom made for me in France." I replied offhandedly, looking up and down the exposed blade. It wasn't damaged. It was as if it was newly made.

"Huh? France? Isn't that one of the countries to the West...?" Nobuna replied, confused.

Sagara's eyes widened. "Nobuna. There is something I need to confirm, so can you all leave the room for a sec? I promise it won't take long."

"What is this about?" Nobuna asked, eyeing Sagara. After a few seconds, she shrugged, dismissing the case. "Fine. I want your report on every word said later." She stood up and left the room, followed by the rest of the girls, with Katsuie giving the sword to Sagara as she left, except Goemon.

"I will be out schwouting outside." She stumbled over her words as she bit her tongue, messing up the pronunciation of scouting.

"Oh, okay." Sagara waved it off easily, with a small stream of sweat trailing down his forehead. Goemon disappeared in shadows... which looked pretty cool.

"Can I have my sword, my Gale?" I asked politely, with a smile.

"Oh, sure." He handed the sword to me. I accepted it easily, and in the blink of an eye, I had the blade to his throat.

"Thanks. Now explain what is going on. And don't take too long, my hand might slip."

"Wha-"

"If you try to scream for help, you'll find that you can no longer talk."

He swallowed his spit. Eyes wide, Sagara explained.

So how was that chapter? Okay? Bad? So horrible that you need to commit suicide?

Well, in the beginning, I had planned for Suzune to replace Sagara, but decided against it. I figured that if I kept him in, it would be less work for me, since he can move the plot along, with Suzune either going along with it, creating problems, or just leaving and doing his own thing!

Frankly, I don't know what to do! Should I stay with Nobuna? Should I leave? If I stay, it will be a lot less work, but it might sound as if I'm repeating the entire Anime, which would make this story weaker. I need to mix it up more and stuff!

If you have suggestions please send it in a PM or review it! Favorite and/or follow if you enjoyed and want more!

My favorite character in Oda Nobuna no Yabou, is Bontenmaru! She is just amazing XD If I decide to leave Nobuna, I would rather have Suzune meet her and stay with her!

Anyway, if you have any suggestions, then please help me out and tell me them! It could make writing this better!

Cya later!

P.S. I purposely didn't tell you the entire appearance of Suzune! You'll find out what he is wearing next chapter, if there is one, which there will be! You know he is wearing a shirt, chainmail, and armor, but you don't know how that looks or anything like that! Bye!