Originally titled A Roster Should Be Neat and Complete.
Hello, coworkers. I'm an ordinary caretaker at an ordinary Honmaru.
I've always dutifully raised my swords and carefully tended to their hair. No corruption, no darkening, no night duty. I don't want to die from overindulgence, nor do I want to work myself to death and die young. My only career goal is to get the perfect-attendance bonus every year, then coast along peacefully until retirement.
So why does the boss keep assigning me all kinds of dangerous extra work with no pay? Did my ancestors dig up his ancestors' graves or something?
Rescuing swords shouldn't cost me my life. Is this any way to treat an employee?
Urgent question: How do I deal with a boss who keeps making my life difficult? Waiting for advice. This is pretty urgent.
Oh, and that big jerk Tsurumaru Kuninaga over there? I suspect he's a spy sent by my awful boss to keep tabs on me.
But I like him. What should I do?
A record of everyday work and romance between a certain Honmaru's caretaker and her old Tsurumaru.
An episodic series, with each story following a different caretaker.
Theme: This life is like a floating flower, drifting with the current down the river of time, unable to turn back. But if I can meet you, I would gladly give myself to this stream.
Does the author publish in more than one place?