[Touken Ranbu] Sword Chronicles

As the title says, this is a collection of miscellaneous writings. It may include little scenes, essays, character dialogue, random ideas, and more. You can think of it as a story collection made up of several independent stories. First published on Bilibili under the pen name Game Is No Match for Writing (the review process here is rather slow, so if you can’t wait, you can read it there).

Notes:

1. Most of the stories here are about everyday life and mainly feature several Saniwa and a few sword boys. Tsurumaru, Mikazuki, Yasusada, Shokudaikiri, Hasebe, and Kasen appear most often.

2. The author occasionally ships characters, so some stories may lean toward pairings such as Mikazuki/Tsurumaru and Shokudaikiri/Heshikiri.

3. About the accent: If you see the term “Arujin,” don’t pay it too much mind. It’s a reflection of the author’s terrible Japanese ╮(╯▽╰)╭ (you could say it’s a lingering grudge).

4. Updates arrive whenever. Also, comments and friendly criticism are welcome! Sending love.jpg

Here are a few fun excerpts:

One

“Pfft, cough, cough, you’re my coworker?” The Saniwa nearly spat out her drink. “Um, sorry, I don’t remember you at all.”

“Ah, so you’ve lost your memory too.” The curly-haired Saniwa sighed. “I was hoping to wheedle your bank card PIN out of you.”

The Saniwa stared at her, completely baffled. Wait, hold on, what did you just say? You were planning to wheedle my bank card PIN out of me?

Two

Question: What’s it like to be shoved out of bed by a pair of huge wings first thing in the morning?

Mikazuki Munetada, a very cold-sensitive old man, answers: “Achoo! That certainly startled me.”

The Saniwa was stunned for a moment, then quickly spotted the, well, the blind spot. “Wait, old man, why are you in Tsurumaru’s bed?”

“Hahaha.” Holding a warm cup of tea, Mikazuki smiled as he frankly answered her question. “It snowed heavily last night, and it was late by the time our game of Go ended. The cold-sensitive old man invited the cold-resistant crane to sleep with him.”

At that, the Saniwa stared in shock at her Tsurumaru grandpa.

Tsurumaru rubbed his nose and looked up at the sky.

Three

The sunlight felt warm on her skin. The Saniwa stretched, closing her eyes in comfort.

“Mikazuki, try one. Mitsutada made this new flavor yesterday.”

Hearing Tsurumaru’s voice, the Saniwa opened her eyes and looked over.

Would you believe it? She happened to see Mikazuki smiling as he leaned over and took a bite of the snow-white, round dumpling.

“Hahaha, this flavor is really fragrant.”

The single-cat Saniwa, forced to watch their public display of affection, suddenly felt that the dumpling in her hand wasn’t so tasty anymore.

Theme: I write whatever I like, and you can read whatever you like.