#This can't be right. I'm just an ordinary Tsukumogami, that's all#
#Pfft#
In a certain dark Honmaru, yet another Gokotai was forged. No one knew how many had come before him.
"What a nuisance! As if it weren't bad enough that he's a useless tantou, he's a defective one too." The abusive Saniwa looked at the Gokotai in front of her, who didn't even have his little tigers, and promptly sent him to a high-level map to fend for himself.
That night, the tantou fought alone, sweeping across the battlefield and pushing straight through. He silently made his way back to the Honmaru and swiftly smashed in the Saniwa's skull.
The tantou calmly returned his blade to its sheath and nodded with satisfaction.
Moderate exercise is good for your physical and mental health. Lord Nobunaga was right.
When Wen Zheng woke up, he found himself inexplicably wearing a Tsukumogami's body. He casually dealt with the seemingly deranged madwoman in front of him, while a group of people who had appeared from nowhere and called themselves the Temporal Government clung to his leg and sobbed.
Wen Zheng: Sure, whatever...
From then on, Wen Zheng embarked on the path of diligently (?) maintaining history (??) and saving the world (???).
For instance:
He grabbed the heads of the literary greats who had gone off to join the underworld and made them mend their ways and get back to writing.
And then:
He forcibly mashed together the famous onmyoji who had arbitrarily split Heian-kyo in two.
And then again:
Wen Zheng: History is this messed up? This can't be right.
Temporal Government: ????!! Wait, why have you ended up in the wrong world again, sir?!
Theme: Preserving history
