With a Starting Blade Who's One of a Pair, I'll Never Encounter a Dark Honmaru

On an ordinary day, I, an ordinary person, did something extraordinary: I picked up two sword spirits, and from then on began a chaotic life of living together (not quite).

Everyone, never take a shortcut home late at night just to get there faster. Otherwise, like me, you'll trip over a sword lying on the ground, get your face plastered with cherry blossoms, and have your materialist worldview leave you forever...

After coming to Yokohama to investigate human experimentation, I discovered:

Whenever my helpful neighbor, Mr. Nakahara, helped me carry things, a red glow would appear around him. I told you not to stay up late. My eyes must be playing tricks on me.

Chogi's colleague, Oda, could always dodge my pranks with perfect precision. Damn it, I must not be skilled enough yet.

And the Frenchman, Mr. Verlaine, who had come from far away, could even stand in midair. What a perfect magic trick. I want to learn it too.

Then one day, I happened upon a crime scene and watched a certain detective solve the case in one second...

"I think there's something wrong with this world," I said solemnly to my friend with the surname Dazai. "Could there really be supernatural abilities in this world?"

My friend with the surname Dazai smiled faintly and said, "Hey, poor eyesight is an illness."

At an utterly ordinary auction, I bought a pale golden-haired tsukumogami who had had his tongue cut out and couldn't speak. After following the clues and taking down the lunatics who wanted to create an artificial god, my home suddenly turned into an indescribable battleground for affection

Me (looking heartbroken): Higekiri was abused by a scumbag, and he still can't speak even after being repaired. It must be psychological. Everyone, please take good care of him.

Hone and Hiza: Yes, Master.

The pale golden-haired tsukumogami we rescued was terribly insecure. He was delicate, afraid to sleep alone, and followed me everywhere I went, so I had to cancel the original rotating two-person bodyguard arrangement.

Higekiri (delicately lying in his master's arms) just stared blankly at the two blades.

Hone and Hiza: Provocation! An outright provocation! Master, look at him! He's not a good cat at all!

And so our family lived happily together.

Unfortunately, the heavens had other plans. I was dragged into a supernatural ability war and ambushed. My rampaging spiritual power tore open a rift in time and space, dropping me, Chogi, and Kunihiro into a dark Honmaru.

Good news: This Honmaru's time-space transfer device works, so we can return to the present world right away.

Bad news: As a side effect of my spiritual power going berserk, I turned into a little fool who can only babble.

Notes:

1. The blurb is misleading. The protagonist is a nonhuman with a mild emotional disorder (?) who is just very good at pretending. Please don't view the protagonist through the lens of a normal person.

2. I actually wanted to write about ghostly men and women charging ahead, but the female ghost is so well socialized that even the starter swords have become normal. So everyone will have to look forward to the male ghosts who appear later.

Theme: Love like a human being