Kawashita Keshi has "pathetic spiritual power" and "no connections," so he can only take over a rather abnormal Honmaru.
The swords in the Honmaru all say they refuse.
"No, we don't need a Saniwa."
Kawashita Keshi: "Funny, I don't need any Tsukumogami either."
The Saniwa chooses to sortie alone.
"You're going to the battlefield without even bringing a weapon?"
A certain domestic-duty swordsman falls silent for a moment. "No, he took the boning knife from my kitchen."
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In everyone's eyes, Kawashita Keshi is a gloomy, unlikeable boy.
"Stay away from me," "I hate you," and "I don't need friends" are his daily refrain. He refuses anyone's concern and doesn't need to be healed. He's a wild dog that crawled out of hell, good at licking his own wounds.
But those who truly get close to him know that, in the endless darkness, he always keeps a faint glimmer of light in his heart.
"Your life is twisted and tragic, and you've had nothing but misfortune, but one day, you will become a god revered by all."
Reading Guide:
1. The protagonist is gloomy, ill-tempered, unable to trust, and paranoid. He'd rather die than leave his enemies with less than three layers of skin.
2. A mountain of personal headcanons. Don't worry about it.
3. The protagonist has a golden finger, everyone has a one-sided crush, and it's all so, so, so, so sweet.
My lovely completed story: "Everyone Who Tries to Win Me Over Is So Halfhearted [Crossover]"
