![]() Yoshimoto vowed he would personally make that upstart fool Nobunaga regret his decision. Yoshimoto’s instincts were proven right! Yoshimoto was hidden with three sonae near his main camp and when Nobunaga’s soldiers came to attack his body double they were ambushed and promptly slain. Things seemed to be progressing with the Imagawa forces seemingly too drunk to retaliate and began to run away, but they were cut down to prevent them from warning the rest of the army. Having made his way to the rear of Imagawa army, their main camp Nobunaga began his assault. Nobunaga and his men had made their way towards the Imagawa camp with one-fifth of them mounted on horseback while the Imagawa soldiers were still drunkenly celebrating. Nobunaga returned to his camp and set out under the cover of a thunderstorm he would begin his most important march of his life. Either he would defeat the Imagawa and rise to greatness or fade into the mists of history. Nobunaga, greatly outnumbered, had to make a daring gamble. ![]() Gathering a small force of fifteen hundred men, Nobunaga set out to ambush the Imagawa army, while another thousand would distract them. ![]() His only alternative was a surprise attack on the Imagawa and hoped it worked. Nobunaga’s choices against the Imagawa were bleak, A frontal attack would be foolish, but neither could he hold the Imagawa off in a siege. The man was Oda Nobunaga of the Oda clan of Owari, calmly dancing and singing a line from Atsumori before what may be his last battle. Life is but a fleeting dream, an illusion, is there anything that lasts forever?” Sang the man. “A man’s life of fifty years is nothing compared to the age of this world. Slowly moving around as if he were a part of his favorite play, and not about to risk his life, fighting in an almost suicidal battle against an army nearly ten times its size. The Oda forces had camped not too far from Imagawa, while the soldiers were prepared, their leader was not yet in camp.Ī man dressed in armor was engaging in song and dance with a fan in his hand, with only a lone attendant with a small drum to accompany him. "Understood My Lord." Naoie gave a quick bow, before leaving Yoshimoto to ready himself for a possible attack. Finally tell Motoyasu to ready his vanguard to march on Zenshoji." Yoshimoto said urgently as Naoie gave him his utmost attention. First have someone send word to bring three sonae to the rear, then inform the rest of the commanders to be on their guard, but encourage more noise. "Before you do that I have three other orders. Do not worry we will lie in wait to retaliate." Yoshimoto explained to ease his Naoie's concerns. ![]() "You, I want you to take my place for a diversion." ordered Yoshimoto "I fear an ambush, but I do not wish to let the chance to catch these snakes pass us by. Yoshimoto had turned towards one of his hatamoto, a man named Naoie. Taking this an ill omen, Yoshimoto had given the order for his men to be on guard, but not give off the feeling of alertness. After all, I was a mere monk before my own father's unexpected death.' Before he could think further, a bolt of lightning struck one of Yoshimoto’s battle standards, setting it on fire. 'What if all of this alleged weakness was really a trap? Nobuhide was crafty and despite his son being a fool, simple fools do not rise to the top of family power struggles. However, a growing sense of unease made Yoshimoto wary. At this rate marching on Kyoto may as well be a lovely stroll.' A small smile formed across Yoshimoto's face as he took another sip of chai. Maybe if he had shown more respect to his father Nobuhide, he would have put up stiffer resistance. 'I have marched halfway into Owari, and this is the resistance I face? Perhaps this fool of Owari is not a fool after all if he chooses not to face me. Yoshimoto himself sat within his camp, slipping chai from a small bowl. In sharp contrast, the sounds of celebration echoed from the camp of the army of Imagawa Yoshimoto, eleventh head of the Imagawa Clan of Suruga. It was a dull gray sky with the sun obscured by a thunderstorm.
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