A Half-Baked Master Idles Around in the Honmaru

After being sabotaged, impostor Master Takehara Rumu signed a contract with the Time Government and became a Saniwa.

The Honmaru assigned to him was full of "abandoned" swords:

Hasebe, obsessed with waiting for him to come fulfill a promise; Yagen, constantly on edge for fear that the next Saniwa would hurt his little brother; Kiyomitsu, suffering from trauma responses...

Looking at the swords in desperate need of treatment and rehabilitation, Takehara Rumu, who had only planned to coast along and do the bare minimum, said:

Don't worry. I'll treat you after I finish treating them.

Are you too obsessed with something?

He turned around and brought the swords' great-great-great-previous masters over from Chaldea.

"As long as you take him in, anything goes."

Nobunaga and Soji looked at the Master trying to shirk responsibility: ?

Takehara Rumu, dragged over there: Everyone, line up for repairs first. We'll fix the swords, then rebuild the Honmaru and take care of this and that. Anyway, I want to lie flat. Do whatever you like.

Yagen, radiating an imposing aura, and Nobunaga silently blocked the Honmaru gates, while the Time Government kept piling on deadly missions: go on sorties, clear maps, eliminate enemies...

He had no choice but to accept his fate and try to solve every problem before lying flat.

The psychological trauma of the many Toushirou swords came from their previous Saniwa being a complete bastard? Then he'd just have to teach them a few ways to fight back against Saniwa.

Kiyomitsu was afraid that Yasusada would be shattered next? He repaired the Shinsengumi, then pointed to a corner. Your former master is over there. Help yourself.

Until he faced Hasebe, who had been waiting here all this time, desperately hoping he would come and save him as promised... Takehara Rumu scratched his head guiltily. Sorry, I'm late.

The swords, back to normal, said: It's all right. As long as Master stays their lord and master, shouldn't everyone's treatment be made more equal?

The Shinsengumi, led by Soji; the Oda group, headed by Nobunaga; and the Toushirou group gradually formed a three-way standoff. Competing for Master's attention was no easy task (

Seeing trouble brewing, Tsurumaru said: I got here first! I'm the only one Master ever appointed as his attendant!

The Saniwa, hopeless at managing relationships, fled in disarray and decided to return to Chaldea to lie low for a while.

Takehara Rumu tried to coast along, but one crisis after another in Chaldea forced him to give it his all.

What do you mean I was actually strong before, and that all I need to do is face reality and smash through problems with sheer power?

Please, another me! Give me all your legacy (memories).

As his stats steadily improved, he thought: Stat inflation feels so good.

At the end of the road, Takehara Rumu (complete form) stood opposite his corrupted self.

Before him stood "himself," who had already overturned and remade the Human Order of his own timeline; the one who had reached the Root; the boss trying to unify the endings of the Human Order across every timeline.

The two stared at each other: I forgot what came before, and what came after. Anyway, may I ask if I'm your Master?

Takehara Rumu Alter never imagined that his counterpart in another timeline would be so dispirited as to abandon his grand mission to save the Human Order.

Wasn't the plan to burn the world?

The swords and Heroic Spirits said: Maybe we became the anchors that restored his humanity.

After Takehara Rumu struggled through defeating the final boss, he turned around and discovered that he had already defeated all the enemies.

He only wanted to slack off. How did he become a model worker?

One of my upcoming stories:

Chu Ze, an ordinary small-town student nearing graduation, still hadn't found a job he liked.

The choices were either a single day off per week or twelve-hour workdays. Entry-level jobs paid only 5,000 yuan a month, with no guarantee of a permanent position.

Just as he was despairing over the job market, an offer arrived from the Time Government:

A base salary of 20,000 yuan a month, work from home, no work experience required, and even better benefits for outstanding performance.

He was tempted and promptly signed the contract online.

A twenty-year contract? That meant the job was stable.

But as soon as he arrived, they told him that the Time Government had recently recruited too many Saniwa and was short on resources, so everyone would have to build and expand their own Honmaru from scratch.

Chu Ze looked at the grand estates of the big shots beside him, then at his own bare patch of land, and stared blankly at it with his starter sword.

? Why the double standard?

There was nothing for it. He had to start by moving bricks with the swords to earn basic supplies.

But there was hope after all: Chu Ze activated the Honmaru Development System. Completing tasks would earn generous rewards.

Collection rate? He forged swords like crazy.

Training level? He maxed out their experience, then sent them off for Kiwame training.

Prosperity? He expanded and renovated the Honmaru nonstop.

Could anyone really resist clicking those notification dots?

From a barren plot of land, the Honmaru gained its first house, then fields, cherry trees, dormitories...

Years later, Chu Ze looked over the sprawling grounds, bustling with people and prosperous, and finally made the Time Government's top ten Honmaru ranking.

P.S. The reward for making the top ten is an annual salary of one million yuan, plus permanent ownership of a house in the Honmaru for the Saniwa.

Theme: Humanity's traces will endure forever