My Girlfriend is a Tsundere Villainess

Nightmare

Yamato, the land of the gods.

An island located separate from the Remnant mainland in the far East. One must pass through the curtain of thunder and storm to reach the land of cherry trees and maple leaves. On the windswept steppes, towering cliffs, and mysterious forests, the eyes of the great Shogun watch over all.

"Why pay so little? Where did you hide the remaining bags?"

"My apology, this year's drought has failed crops so we can only harvest this much."

"Don't lie! So many soldiers are fighting out there, are you planning on letting them starve? Hurry and hand it all over!"

"I'm honest, that's all I have."

"Are you not patriotic? Every Yamato citizen must devote all their strength, spirit and intelligence to the country and to the Shogun!"

"Stop talking too much, just kill them."

"No, please don't!"

The sounds of cursing and begging echoed in a small, empty house in a remote rural area of ​​Yamato. I hid behind the leafy wall of that house and poked my head up to peek. Two samurai are demanding rice from my parents, but my family doesn't have enough rice to eat, so how can we pay them, not to mention the severe drought this season?

This country is at war with a neighboring country, so the government confiscates all food from the people to feed the army at a rate of up to 80% of the food each household produces. Those who do not pay risk being dragged to local authorities or beheaded in situ, and that is about to happen.

A samurai pulled out his sword and aimed at my father's head, intending to cut it down. Without thinking, I immediately picked up my father's old sword, kicked the wall and ran out to attack the samurai.

"Ah, you brat, don't you know your own strength?"

The two samurai pulled out their swords and looked at me with bloodthirsty eyes. Even though they wore decent armor, they only used mass-produced swords of poor quality, completely inferior to my father's heirloom sword.

"You stay away from my parents, otherwise you will walk over my body!"

I tried to muster up the courage to threaten them, but they just laughed. Do I look funny or what?

"Ha, this girl is daring, let's see if your biting hurts as much as your barking!"

One guy drew his sword and attacked me. I dodged the slash and then stepped on his sword, causing me to jump up and slash across his neck. The other guy saw his comrades being killed, got mad and rushed to slash at me. He was quite careless when stabbing straight, and I just had to dodge slightly and he crashed into the pillar, so I couldn't pull out my sword. I immediately cut off his arm holding the sword and then cut his leg across so he could kneel down within my reach, and ended up with another head flying into the sky.

After finishing off the enemy, I pretended to splash blood on the sword and then turned around and smiled innocently at my parents. I was still in the mood to win against people older than me, so I didn't pay attention to my parents' expressions.

Just a few days later, a truly large samurai force attacked the village where I lived. Perhaps they had heard that one of their people had died in this village. Because this village is full of farmers who don't tie their chickens tightly, no one has the fighting spirit, let alone dares to confront them. Once again my father had to carry his sword and command a small group of farmers to arm themselves to confront the regular army. Obviously using eggs to fight rocks.

And of course, with the difference in strength and force, my hometown village was completely destroyed, not a single thing remained.

After the army withdrew, I was the only one left alive because my father hid me in the bunker. I stepped out of the shelter and was surprised that the sun was shining directly on my head because the roof was gone. Before my eyes there was only a pile of ashes, everything had been completely burned, and bodies were scattered everywhere. The smell of smoke, the smell of burning flesh, the smell of corpses, they make me want to vomit.