"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."

Yoshiharu didn't need to look up to know who it was. Oda Nobuna stood at the entrance of the tent, her hands on her hips. The red ribbon holding up her long blonde hair was slightly askew, and her trademark tiger skin was draped loosely over her shoulders.

Yoshiharu looked at her. In his history books, the man named Oda Nobunaga was a ruthless conqueror. But the girl standing in front of him was different. She was brilliant, stubborn, and desperately carrying the weight of a better future on her slender shoulders.

Nobuna's eyes sparkled. "A world where anyone can eat bread from across the seas and dream as big as they want... it sounds like a fantasy." Under Your Radar: The Ambition of Oda Nobuna