[Crossover] I Became a Tsukumogami

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A long saber made with modern manufacturing techniques, its blade so sharp. The rapidly polished blade has almost none of the distinctive patterns found on traditional swords. Among the countless sabers rolling off the production line, one unusual blade suddenly came into being.

First, against all odds, he gained consciousness. Then he transmigrated into the past. After an unknown amount of time spent slaying demons and exorcising evil, wandering from place to place, one day he followed the scent of blood and climbed over the wall of a certain Honmaru.

The Tsukumogami before him were all famous swords with stories passed down about them. He alone was a blade that had wandered the wilderness and never had a master. Yet, for once, he felt at ease among his own kind, unbothered by the difference. He smiled faintly and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Omisecha. My scabbard happens to be this color, so I gave myself that name on a whim."

But what lay beyond the wall was no home for swords. It was a blood-soaked execution ground. Darkness always takes root in remote places, and the tragedy of shattered swords had played out here time and time again.

Yes, this is a dark Honmaru.

Notes:

1. Extremely OOC. Swords x Omisecha. (A harem may appear, but it should be very harmonious.) Harem warning.

2. This is pure wish fulfillment. No matter how dark the Honmaru is, it's all in the past! Basically, it's a story about the protagonist poaching from the Time Government.

3. The protagonist is a (very) large sword made on a modern production line. The author doesn't know how to use or forge swords, so most of this is made up.

4. Updates are regular on weekends. Weekday updates happen whenever.