The first twenty-two years of Yukiyo Tsukiye's life were the twenty-two years he lived in the shadow of "restricted plot".
It's him who has a delicate body and a soft body. He's the one who's easily pushed down. It's also him who gets weak in the legs and blushes when men approach him. When his classmates were studying in the classroom, he was receiving "after-school tutoring"; when his colleagues were meeting in the conference room, he was being "individually guided". Living like a frightened bird, he eventually developed the survival instinct of not eating or drinking outside and hiding from men when he saw them.
Until one day, he couldn't bear it anymore and looked up to the sky and asked angrily: "Can't this fate of being ○○ be changed?!"
——Fate has really changed.
When I opened my eyes again, the quaint and magnificent Japanese garden stood before my eyes. A fox nosuke jumped to his feet lightly:
"Lord Judge of Gods! Welcome to Honmaru No. 2003085, You are the only and supreme master here!"
After Yukiyo Tsukiye escaped from the devil's cave, with the ecstasy of surviving the disaster, his fingertips trembled as he forged the sword for the first time ten times in a row.
The cherry blossoms were scattered in the snow, and when the light gradually faded out, ten "sword men" with different temperaments but equally dazzling figures had surrounded him tenderly.
Yukiyo Tsukiye's breath was stagnant, and the familiar feeling of weakness in her legs hit her again: "Fu, Fu Sangshen... Why are they all men?!"
Fox Nosuke blinked: "It is precisely because the man transformed by the sword is so handsome and powerful, and - absolutely loyal to you."
The arrival of the God Judge instantly stirred up the quiet waters of this main pill. Every move of the knife was eager to monopolize his gaze, and every "unintentional" touch was a silent struggle.
Until the welcome game, when faced with the fatal question "Who does the master love the most?", All the sword men unanimously wrote down their names, and attached a gentle and inevitable smile.
Yukiyo Tsukiye looked at the Shura field with a gentle smile but the flash of swords in front of her, and finally jumped up in surprise:
"I never said that! I never said that!"
Fox Nosuke shook his tail on his shoulder and added a stab in a low voice:
"But Lord Judge of God, every time you look at them with a blushing face and weak legs, the signal everyone receives is-'Please love your loyal sword more.'"
Yukiyo Tsukiye held her head in despair.
Could it be that by limiting the physique of the protagonist, even if he escapes to the normal world, will this passive effect of surging undercurrents be automatically triggered?
Intention: Start over