Serving as Hikaru Genji's Sword in Heian-kyo

I'm Onikiri. I transmigrated while attending the tenth-anniversary celebration for Onmyoji.

The sad part is, I lost my memory from the start.

Even sadder, the biggest scumbag in Heian-kyo took me home.

From then on, while other transmigrators leveled up, fought monsters, and rewrote history, I was being taught to read by Hikaru Genji, learning waka poetry, incense, and how to change clothes. Every so often, he'd even drag me along to keep his little girl, whom he was raising, company.

Everyone says that the kind of master you have determines the kind of blade you become, but I swear: I'm really not a scumbag sword!

I hate you, Hikaru Genji. You make me lose face so badly.

Higekiri from the neighboring production: "My lord is a pillar of the Genji clan, renowned throughout the capital, decisive and ruthless."

Onikiri from the neighboring production: "My lord, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, is the justice I will uphold for my entire life. I am the Genji blade that cuts down every demon."

Then I look down at the Genji in my own home, who's excitedly sneaking out in the middle of the night to visit some unfamiliar young lady.

They're both Genji, so how can the difference between people be this huge?

I'll say it again: I hate you, Hikaru Genji. You make me lose face so badly.

Third-person narration. Content warnings:

1. This is an indulgent, character-focused work with a wild premise. The author's tastes are all over the place.

2. AI was used to assist, so the writing may occasionally feel a little robotic.

3. Hikaru Genji is a scumbag. He will not be redeemed! No.

4. Written on a whim, with no guaranteed update schedule.

5. The Tale of Genji is in the background, for all that.

6. Yes, it's been ten years, and I'm still playing Onmyoji.

Theme: A record of growing from scratch