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... spendthrift. Her grandfather had asked her the same question back then, but she couldn't respond either, not realizing what connection there could be between Atsuta and Shimazu, situated on either side of Ise Bay.

But she didn't need to expose her shortcomings, nor did she praise Nozono with "Your brain is actually useful." Instead, she said directly: "Exactly, the north side of Atsuta port is indefensible, and there are no powerful noble families locally, just a run-down Atsuta estate ...

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