The Master of the Citadel Is Always Sad

Synopsis for Part Two: Everyone Who Tries to Win Me Over Ends Up Shutting Down. Click through to the author's page.

* Warning: An edgy practice piece. The writing is something else, and the logic doesn't exist.

To save my hairline, which was about to retreat past the point of no return, I decisively ditched my life as an overworked office drone and ran gleefully into the arms of the government. I started living the good life: eating, drinking, having fun, and raising swords.

The spirit of a working stiff... doesn't exist at all!

Former boss: "Come back to work, or you're dead. Thanks."

Former former boss: "Come back to work, or we'll kidnap you. Thanks."

Former roommate, who loved watching the chaos: "Defect immediately, or we'll nuke everything. Thanks."

Me: "..."

So anyone who interrupts a Master from becoming a lazy layabout should go apologize!

After a long while, I finally made a wish: I wish the world would be nuked into peace... (Shirobana: ! Who called me?)

On the swords' talent for causing trouble and their Master's patience

On the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency's capacity for trouble

On the Italian mafia's investigative skills

Once it was all over, I gazed wistfully at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, with a rocket launcher in one hand and a shovel in the other. Who still remembers that I only wanted to retire in peace...

Before You Read

* Self-indulgent, a first-time writing exercise. Please forgive my kindergarten-level writing.

The style is silly and funny.

This story won't be paywalled. I'm writing it for love!!!

OOC warning

The chaotic daily life of a honmaru

Theme: Goofballs are a rare species!