Touken Ranbu: This Isn’t a Fallen Honmaru!

No couples, with an atmosphere of ambiguous affection among everyone. A faux beautiful-but-tragic character, all built on wild speculation. An absurd number of personal headcanons.

Ling Jiuqi is a Starbucks. But he hides it well. That is, until the government of time selected him to become a Saniwa, and everyone in his citadel started calling him Aruji-sama.

Ling Jiuqi: !!

Ling Jiuqi: This is going to be the death of me!

He has an incredibly strong sense of morality, a serious idol image to maintain, and a face as expressionless as ten degrees below zero. He turns them down again and again, but the swords who care so deeply for their master keep drawing closer.

Ling Jiuqi: Who could possibly resist this?! I’m done pretending to be human!

Yamato no Kami Yasusada was deeply distressed. Kiyomitsu had already become a corrupted sword under the Saniwa’s torment. The beauty-loving Kiyomitsu was now covered in black markings, with hideous black bone spikes emerging beneath his eyes. He had to do something for Kiyomitsu. He... huh?

Yamato no Kami Yasusada stared with round eyes at the bone spike he had accidentally knocked off.

Kashuu Kiyomitsu looked tense. “Don’t let the master see. Otherwise, he’ll cry!”

Ling Jiuqi, spying on them in secret, tried to cry as quietly as possible. He would definitely come up with glue that wouldn’t harm the skin and would hold fast one hundred percent of the time!

Other Saniwa whispered among themselves. “Is that Nakigitsune? How did he turn into a child? That scummy Saniwa, I’ll never forgive you!”

Gokotai, awkwardly wearing a cosplay outfit of a little uncle, awkwardly scratched at the ground. The master’s makeup skills really are good. He didn’t even have to speak, but he was still so embarrassed...

“He even went after Nakigitsune’s little fox! Did he turn it into a gas canister?!”

Kitsunetsuki, pretending to be dead on Gokotai’s shoulder, nearly fell off. H-he meant it?!