Nick_Alderson

Do people chase greatness, or does greatness chase us?
A.I. genius, Gengyo, through the assistance of SAPPHIRE attains the means to time travel. He seeks a simpler life, and wishes to experience the warmth of a family.
But often we do not get what we want, we get what we deserve. And his peaceful times soon end, as war storms Japan, and in order to protect his peace, he must conquer. Join Gengyo as he walks a blood-stained path toward absolute domination, seizing control of Japan.

//Brief extract from one of the battle scenes. Written from the point of view of a samurai landowner, Niwa Nakatane.

The hooves grew closer to Nakatane's position and their beating hearts grew faster.

Perhaps they could simply remain like that, hiding behind the tree, and allow these barbarians to pass? That way could they not return home to their families? Could they not give their dear wives one final kiss, or share one final story with their enthusiastic youth?

Nakatane knew exactly what they were thinking. And as the ground rumbled, and the mounted beasts howled, he was the first man to step out from the trees and make his stand.

"OORAH!"

Possessed by a furious energy, he thrust out with all the aggression of a war god, puncturing Ochi's stallion through the chest with the sharpened wooden point of his lengthy spear.

The mammoth fell from his mount clumsily, his head colliding with a nearby tree root. He ceased to move, and a pool of blood began to form around him.

"ARM THESE SPEARS MEN! VICTORY SHALL BE OURS!"

He stood in front of the charge of over 150 horsemen, alone. But he did not give a single inch of ground. He met the charge of the next man in line, roaring vengefully, possessed by all the rage and power that had accumulated in his body over these past years.

The horsemen shrieked like a pack of hyenas, fanning out, each eager for a piece of the man who had brought down their leader.

//I did not create the book cover. All credits go to the original creator.

A Time Traveller's Guide to Feudal Japan

The days had passed quickly, and here they stood, on the decks of the famed black-sailed ship, drifting out towards the sea. Though, currently, they did not hoist their black sails. They wore white.

They decided to adopt the same pattern as they had when they retreated last time, and change their sails behind the same peninsula of land. But before then, they merely had to sit and wait, watching over and waiting for the ship that Isabella had pointed out.

They were a good distance from all other ships, and so, even though they were dressed in their black armour and masked, none could see enough of them to feel suspicion.

The Morojo's had done their repairs admirably, and if anything, the ship felt better than it had before. They had not yet managed to coat the interior of the hull in iron, or steel – to strengthen it – but the new wood used for the repairs certainly added a lot.

The Second Raid