What Do I Do After Becoming a Masterless Cosplayer and a Judge?

[The swordsmen are my own take on the gravity guy; apologies for any out-of-character moments. My personal preference is that the Master is a mother who gives the swords new life, so this story is very angsty.]

Xing Yue transmigrates to the Warring States period and becomes a faceless yokai, wandering in search of her children.

Looking at her featureless reflection in the water, the yokai crawling over the ground and flying through the sky, Ye Yue fell into thought.

Just as Xing Ye Yue was wondering whether the sword she had picked up could still be used, a fluffy little fox found her and said, "Thank goodness! The Master has finally found you!"

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The sprawling citadel was lifeless during the day, with the faint smell of blood lingering in the air. At night, strange sounds of clashing and fighting could always be heard, along with the painful howls of some inhuman monster.

Apart from the half-hidden, faceless sword spirits, and the few swordsmen who went out on normal missions, everything was perfectly normal.

Yes, everything was perfectly normal.

Xing Ye Yue secretly repaired the damaged swords she had picked up, quietly keeping a low profile and ignoring anything strange.

When her escape plan was exposed and the swordsmen surrounded her, she could only draw the repaired swords from her body and face them.

However, Ichigo Hitofuri, standing at the front with a smile that had remained gentle throughout, drew his long sword the moment he saw the blades in her hands.

Black cracks spread across his pale face, and his masklike smile vanished. "May I ask, Princess, why do you have this citadel's Honebami and Houcho in your possession?"

Xing Ye Yue: ...

Only then did she realize that, so far, the only short sword she had seen in the citadel was Mouri.

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A tasty little excerpt:

The new spiritual link connected them. The eldest brother of the Awataguchi family no longer forced himself to keep smiling or make his voice rise at the end of every sentence. He no longer played the "model pillar of support" or "ideal big brother," and he stopped constantly talking about his younger brothers.

Ichigo Hitofuri curled up beside his Master, his cheek pressed against her palm. For the first time, he dropped his usual reserve and revealed his true feelings, pleading like a child. "I will trust you. Please take good care of me, too."

"...Without your love, I will die."

The carefree little tengu, who had neither past nor future, nestled in his Master's arms, one hand around her waist. His embrace grew tighter and tighter, as if he wanted their flesh and blood to melt together.

He reached out to touch his Master's abdomen.

Ima no Tsurugi: "I want so badly to be Master's child, to be born from you."

His red eyes, like a dried-up pool of blood, filled with hope. "With a bond like that, a nonexistent sword like me won't be abandoned again. I'll be cherished, right?"

Tomoe no Naginata knelt with his head bowed, then turned slightly and leaned forward, drawing as close to his Master as he could.

His figure and voice were entirely those of an adult, yet his expression was as dependent as a fledgling's, and as cold and blank as a newborn who had not yet learned what feelings were.

As a sword that had first come into being as a collective entity, Tomoe no Naginata had yet to fully develop a personality, and was devoted to his Master above all else.

He said, "I alone am entirely your sword, and all that I am belongs to you."

"Those swords that have fallen to corruption or served previous Masters are unworthy of becoming your children."

P.S.

1. Original setting: swords can fall to corruption.

2. All swords of the same type who come to the same citadel share all the memories from their time there. So even if one is reforged, it is still the same sword.

3. The swordsmen never truly harm the heroine.

4. The heroine really has no face at first. She only gets one later.

5. A reverse harem story featuring swordsmen.

Theme: People must learn to save themselves