I transmigrated into a crossover world, and now three sword spirits (or should I say, smart-mouthed spirits) are holding a tea party in my head.
This is what my daily life looks like:
Me (trying to sound edgy): “My blade shall be your salvation, ”
Le Xiaoyao (acting crazy): “Your voice cracked.”
Leng Guhan (cold and sharp-tongued): “Pathetic.”
Xi Hongchen (lazy and asking for trouble): “Can you just get on with cutting people down?”
Me: “...Fine.”
Other people become Soul Reapers to fight Hollows. I became a Soul Reaper to save people.
Miko sees evil spirits every day and pretends she can’t? No problem. I’ll stand behind her.
Magical girls are destined to become witches? As luck would have it, my sword can sever the causal threads of despair.
The Clow Cards are running wild? Capturing them is a piece of cake, and Sakura gets a few more friends along the way.
And so, the list of people I have to save keeps growing
From the timid Miko, to Madoka Kaname, doomed to tragedy, to Homura Akemi, trapped in a cycle of reincarnation...
The list may be getting a little long, but that’s okay. I’ve always had a great attitude!
Besides, I’m not exactly a proper Soul Reaper.
P.S. Don’t ask why a Soul Reaper can deal with witches. The answer is simple: my sword is strong.
