There isn’t a blade I haven’t met, or a blade I haven’t impersonated. (Proud face)
Reborn as an unremarkable sword, I transmigrated through several worlds and drifted into a rift between time and space. Now I’m an unregistered sword in the government’s ranks, hiding in corrupted or abandoned citadels. Cunning and deceitful, I’m loyal to no one but myself. I’ve passed myself off as all kinds of rare swords countless times. The moment a deranged master discovers me, I run away. (Or the real sword I was impersonating gets forged or found.) I don’t need a master’s spiritual power to awaken or exist, but I can only survive in the rift between time and space. A citadel is the ideal place to live. My sword form isn’t fixed, but I can’t impersonate a short sword because the big-brother-obsessed Ichigo Hitofuri would see through me in a second. [Dead inside.jpg]
Details: My sword form isn’t fixed. I can change at will into a short sword, a wakizashi, a katana, a long sword, or a spear. In human form, I’m a beautiful, tall man, though I can also take the form of a boy who looks just like me. Silver hair, green eyes, a long waist, and slender legs. I have the air of a sword that has weathered many years, like Mikazuki, Kousetsu, or Uguisumaru, so I often disguise myself as Kousetsu and Souza. In truth, I’m resilient and open-minded.
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Ah, did I fall into a pit?!
Big, come on! Looking forward to the follow-up!
Congratulations on Kaiwen! Come on!
Come on⊙▽⊙I'm looking forward to the follow-up!