Touken Ranbu Crossover: My Completely Unhinged Honmaru

Taking a break from updates for a while. I'm in my final year of middle school and need to study hard for the entrance exams.

I'm Su Shang, a middle school student. I'm only fourteen this year, and I'd barely begun my tragic middle school career when I was unexpectedly selected to work for the government. (Oh my god! I'm only fourteen. Is it really okay to employ a minor?!) So my parents, for the money... no, for the good of the country, sent me off to the problem Honmaru in Area A with their own hands. (At least the sword roster is complete, so I'll... accept it.) And so, this rookie who had only read the employee handbook began living and eating with the swords! I'll do my best!

Of course...

Everything above is all in Su Shang's freaking imagination...

Government... You have to be messing with me... What happened to the promise that the records would match reality? Can't we have a little trust between people? Get over here! I absolutely won't beat you half to death with a real sword at full strength... (Ninety percent is enough~ [A harmonious smile.jpg])

Weren't you saying the tachis had amazing mobility?

My Grandpa really is amazing: he moves faster than the long-legged ones riding little larks... (He wanders around with a cup of tea even when he's not eating... I'm exhausted.)

Weren't you saying Bei Bei only grows mushrooms in the corner?

My Bei Bei climbs trees at the drop of a hat, and I can't talk him down. His grip is scarier than Super Glue... (Unless I threaten to burn his futon, he can stay holed up for half a century... I'm exhausted.)

Weren't you saying Grandpa only played pranks and wasn't a nuisance?

My Grandpa spends every day playing with Juzumaru's long hair. What determination... Grandpa, I'm leaving him to you... (He won't sleep unless he's braided his long hair into all sorts of bizarre styles... I'm exhausted.)

Weren't you saying the short-pants boys of the Awataguchi were adorable and sweet?

The short-pants boys in my Awataguchi like playing at stabbing people until they're full of holes. Well... I guess they are pretty united... (They won't stop unless Ichigo or Yagen calls time... I'm exhausted.)

Weren't you saying Kiyomitsu was a sweet, gentle little angel?

My Kiyomitsu brings back enemy heads from every sortie. Fine, Yasusada handles the beheading, and you handle the cleanup... No problem... Really. (He refuses to sortie unless he gets to do the Swords of Time's makeup... I'm exhausted.)

Weren't you saying the little ancestor was all about "fatherly love like a mountain"?

My little ancestor... Sigh... Better not bring it up...

Anyway, Government, are you seriously not messing with me?! I came here to work, not to treat all their psychological problems! Come on, let's end our friendship! Huh! I get a special skill to help me? All right, hand over the book. I'll unify this nutcase Honmaru... I... agree! (The sorrow of a book slave. 〒▽〒 Yes, our heroine really has no shame. (￣ー￣))

(The author updates at a snail's pace, please be understanding... I'm a student, after all _(:3⌒?)_)

If you don't like it, please choose another story. The author isn't very fond of flame wars. (But if you force me, that's another matter~ Hehe~)

The author responds to kindness, not force. If you want to leave a recommendation or make a subtle jab, please see yourself out. If you find something similar in the full, original work, that's perfectly normal, so please don't make trouble~

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The author is a Saniwa too, and doesn't want to see fans of any faction ripping into Saniwa, so any out-of-character sword characters in this story aren't meant to target any particular sword.