The day I, Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, was forged, I fainted from embarrassment.
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro thought every sword in the citadel disliked him because he was a replica.
Otherwise, why would he find red nail polish under his futon, a teacup in his cupboard, and an iron ring in his food?
He'd even received a picture of a mountain-cutter from the original blade.
Surely they were warning me because I was a replica.
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro thought it was hard being hated. He had to clean up so much trash every day.
Tsk, surely this was also their way of telling me that cleaning up was what a replica was supposed to do.
The swords in the citadel: We didn't! We didn't! You're imagining things.
Warnings: Crack, wish fulfillment. One citadel has both an extremely favored and a generally favored Kunihiro, so read with caution.
Centered on Kunihiro, with everyone doting on him.
Everyday life.
Stop being autistic!!!
When will it be updated? ...(__)ノ|
In fact, twice the pleasure is twice the pleasure. Also, please update!!!!
Damn, stop being autistic. Is your little angel still waiting for food?
Are you still autistic?(╥╯^╰╥)(╥╯^╰╥)