When a certain European aunt gathered all the swords except Yamato and kept peace, he had given up hope for stability.
When he suddenly wanted to forge a sword on a whim, he finally forged stability... But, something seemed wrong with this stability? !
Hurry up and find a nanny to take care of this baby whose memory is blank! ! What? Is stability too noisy? Can't you take care of me? Then throw him over to Okita [with an indifferent expression]
Men of Swords: Are you sure you won't change history by throwing him there? ! It's better to throw him to Souji Okita in Chaldea, where you, my lord, are in charge.
This article is from the perspective of stability, and there is no CP. If you don't like it, please make good use of the red cross in the upper right corner.