Saving the Fallen Heroic Spirits

... [Author is studying for postgraduate entrance exams, so updates are temporarily on hold] Note: The protagonist is male, not female, not female, not female. I've tried to change it many times and couldn't, so I've given up. A fallen Honmaru, a base gathered with countless extremely dangerous Tsukumogami in the form of swords. A place that gives the Government of Time a massive headache. One day, this Honmaru, which had seen countless Saniwa come and go, welcomed a new master. After a few twists and turns, the fallen swords had pretty much figured out the Government of Time's usual tricks. Was it going to try to reform them with love and warmth, then keep exploiting them until it had wrung every last bit of value out of them? Heh. Tsukumogami: The new Saniwa is another one of those hopeful, loving types, right? We don't need that kind of thing anymore. Government of Time: Save you? Not a chance. What are you talking about? We're counting on you "adorable" fallen swords to reform him. Fallen swords: Meow meow meow? The new Saniwa, who is gentle, naive, healing, and none of the above: Get lost. As far away as possible. Content warning: The protagonist is extremely withdrawn and mired in negativity. He has a Dragon Proudheaven cheat, but it mostly sits there unused. This story came from a sudden idea the author had. I might not actually start writing it, so we'll see. Note: The author is laid-back, and updates will come whenever. [Note]: As you've probably noticed, the atmosphere has been a little (not just a little) tense lately. The author will wait a couple of days and see whether the story can pass review. If it can't, you know the drill: we'll move elsewhere. I'll let you know when the time comes. Thanks for all your support, everyone. Theme: Exploring love and hope