After much effort, Taketori Amatsuki worked his way up from being the chief of a tribe on a small island to a senior member of a rural armed faction.
He thought he was about to embark on a ninja-village power struggle, but unexpectedly, he died young from an illness.
When he woke up again, he had inherited a honmaru and the sword spirits inside it, becoming an employee of the Time Government.
At the same time, he took on the responsibility of saving the world, diligently traveling between two worlds to save them both.
One paycheck for three jobs: his work ethic brings tears to your eyes. Even a certain dark-skinned wage slave has to admit he's a pro.
He understands the essence of time management, and even finds time for romance while saving the world.
Once everything had settled, Taketori Amatsuki wrapped his arms around his beloved's neck and sighed contentedly.
“Osamu, saving the world is exhausting.”
The red-haired man, who wasn't good at banter, held him close and expertly stroked his hair. “You've worked hard. Get some rest.”
A certain bandage-wearing man watching them covered his own eyes and those of the short sword, leaving a huge gap between his fingers.
“Whoa, is this the kind of scene kids are allowed to watch?”
#The CP is set: Oda Sakunosuke
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Theme: Redemption from loneliness
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Like!!!! Everything is going for the best. !!!! It must be good. Don't cut the knife woo woo woo. Much faster update
Check in and CP are both slow-heating types.
Ah, beautiful! (???)
The warm feeling is worthy of Odasaku!
Becoming cute is easy, just go to Thailand and it will be solved. After all, you are not a devil hhhhhh
Everything is slowly getting better. (?>ω<*?)
Short legs… Chuuya: Dirty warning!
I always believe that human beings are inherently good at the beginning, and their different experiences lead to different life trajectories. No one is purely evil, and no one is purely good. I look forward to the changes in the sheep written by Dada. To be honest, it is the abnormal way of living in the slums that has distorted them...