This is a painfully written story, so please be kind qwq. I guess you could call it sugar smeared over a knife. But Niki really is a child who makes your heart ache. I hope you'll like him. ["I am the last child of Jiguang, a chaotic blade that can slay demons and ward off evil." "My name comes from the legend that I once broke free of the scabbard hanging on the wall for my master, then killed an evil spirit by cutting through its back." "I'm sorry. Perhaps I should tell you that I am actually an ill-omened blade that killed its master." "Please don't give me the name Toushirou. I am unworthy of it." "But if you're willing to accept a blade like me, then I will go through fire and water for you, and never turn back, even if it costs me my life." The black-haired boy, his hair just brushing his ears, knelt on one knee. His voice was young, yet calm. His dark, lifeless eyes reflected the fire filling the room and her grief-stricken expression. He remained perfectly still, gazing quietly at her. His military uniform was dark and filthy, but the scabbard of the short sword in his hands gleamed black, and its blade was sharp and beautiful. She nodded through her tears. From that moment on, he had a reason to exist in this world.] Reader's Guide [Important!] 1. The characters are from the original work; any OOC is the author's fault. 2. No outline, no buffer, just updates as I write. Enter at your own risk, and don't wait for a backlog to build up. 3. The writing is at an elementary-school level, with rose-colored glasses and shameless wish fulfillment. Bring your own warning signs. 4. The author is fragile. Corrections are welcome, but no personal attacks or disruptive comments. 5. Take the angst or the fluff as you please. 6. You absolutely have to love me, the author!!! [Bold and underlined]
