Update!
I looked into it. I felt that I had to, at long last. Did a good regression just hours ago. I guess I should not be surprised. It has been brewing and wanting to come to the surface for a while now. Even been cooking Japanese food for a month straight. Yes, I have been a Samurai in Japan. In the time that I love. For the entire important part and end of the Sengoku and the first two decades of the Edo period. Died of old age. Even found out who I was, first thing, which was a little unexpected. It usually takes more. It was not overly clear, but I can guess well enough.
It is not at all unexpected that I was close to Tokugawa Ieyasu. I have had an admiration for that man my entire life. I saw some battles and scenes from training with spear, sword and bow. Also, as expected, Shinobi training. Not to be some lowly assassin, just irregular warfare. Stealth and night fighting, field intelligence and military theory. Special operations, in contemporary vocabulary.
I am a bit of an expert on the period and I sincerely hope it has not tainted the results. I have had a thing for Sengoku Jidai and japanese martial arts for over 20 years, and since I read a lot and do not forget things, it accumulates into a detailed whole quite easily. Nothing would be easier than for me to make this up. I admit that. But I saw the battle of Nagashino. Pretty sure of it because of the Takeda cavalry and the palisades and teppo/yari ashigaru to counter it. I do not yet know why I hated Oda Nobunaga, in a personal way, and way worse than the Takeda enemy, especially Shingen, whom I admired. I take great consolation in that Nobunaga was betrayed and murdered. I would have killed him in a heartbeat if I had ever been in a situation where I was able to.
I guess that is the answer to that conundrum. It has eluded me for quite some time. I was surprised not to find a Japanese life in my previous regressions, which mainly took place some years ago. Now it jumped out at me and could not be contained. Pretty odd. But I have been in an intensive period of doing Japanese things for a while now. Apart from the Zen meditation I have 'always' done, that is. I have literally stopped using knife and fork and I have more or less lived on a plethora of traditional japanese dishes for the past month. Soba and rice noodles, rice with various seasonings, vegetables and invariably MEAT and eggs. As a funny sidenote, I was a closet meat eater in that life. That was frowned upon by many and regarded as dirty. But people who train hard will want their protein, I don't think I was by any means rare in that. I got a flash of having to eat tons of seafood and missing meat dearly, while on campaign. I was large and strong for a Japanese man. Bigger than most European traders and priests. I also had a good beard for being Japanese. Almost like in pictures I have seen of Ainu people. I was not some uncommon giant, just tall and broad and more at home in heavy armor than without. Well over six feet. Many Samurai were bigger than peasants, after all. Besides spear and a long yumi bow, I remember carrying a less curved variant of nodachi, a two-handed sword, besides my wakizashi, and that the smaller katana felt like a too-short toothpick. I strongly prefered a "short" samurai type yari with a long sharp blade and/or my two-handed sword. From horseback or on foot, preferably the latter. I remember feeling a great disdain towards firearms. I have gotten over that part, but I definitely regarded it as a bad development then, and I hated the christians in equal measure. It is however a life that I feel was thoroughly good and satisfying, because my side won in the end. I guess Bishamonten was on our side.
As per usual, I will not publicly divulge exactly who I was. I seldom do that at all, but definitely never with so little to go on.