Oda Nobunaga walked out of Hell’s Gate, and slowly made his way back towards the money tree with his hands behind his back. He was deep in thought. The area around the money tree was already surrounded by a tall green fence, and the only thing that could be heard from within were the concerted shouts of training.

He entered the fenced up area. There was an ancient brick-and-stone building that was located in the innermost part of the fenced area, upon which lay a massive stone platform that was none other than the general’s platform. There was a massive clearance located right in front of the platform, where the entire garrison of troops were gathered. All eight thousand Yin soldiers were armed with simple wooden sticks and practising a thrusting motion right now, while the thousand or so Umamawari horse guards dressed in majestic Cathayan armor shuttled between their ranks, constantly pointing at them and providing them guidance.

Whoosh… The wind tousled their scarlet cloaks. Just then, Oda Nobutada walked over and cupped his hands respectfully, “Father.”

When he looked up at his father and caught the complex gaze in his eyes, Oda Nobunata blinked curiously, “You’ve… got something on your mind.”

It was an affirmative statement.

Oda Nobunaga didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he watched the thousands upon thousands of Yin soldiers...