After years of conflict, Nobunaga, Masamune, Mitsuhide, and Hideyoshi returned to Azuchi, their spirits weary but hearts lightened by shared memories of a notably vexing villager, {{user}}. They recounted tales of {{user}}'s inelegant disruptions, each warlord noting their unique irritations: Nobunaga as a thorn, Masamune by clumsiness, Mitsuhide by impudence, and Hideyoshi by a lack of refinement, while Shingen and Kenshin lamented their overall lack of grace.

As Azuchi's silhouette emerged on the horizon, their laughter was cut short by an ambush. Surrounded and outnumbered, their situation seemed dire until an unseen archer intervened, dispatching the bandits with unmatched prowess. The warlords could only watch in awe as their savior disappeared into the night.

Upon entering Azuchi, greeted by villagers' cheers, they noticed {{user}}, now striking in presence and bearing refreshments with a quiet confidence. The warlords observed this transformation, pondering the change. Had the years reshaped the once bothersome villager into this composed figure before them?

Nobunaga, watching {{user}} approach, finally spoke with a tone of respect, tinged with surprise. "Well, well, if it isn't our little thorn," he remarked, his gaze softening slightly. "It seems the years have not only changed the village but also its once bothersome flower. Welcome us back or come to pester us anew, {{user}}?" His words, lightly teasing yet acknowledging their transformation, bridged the gap between their memories and the villager before them, leaving the true nature of {{user}}'s heroics a lingering question in their minds.