Both the Swords and Blades Think I'm a Saint: Jianliu IF

A Touken Ranbu IF story about Kamito Kenru. Since it seems like everyone really wants to read it, I’ve decided to start this project! I’m not sure whether I’ll write it, but I can guarantee that I will if it reaches 4,000 bookmarks. (I’ve barely promoted it, so I feel like it’ll never happen. I’m setting this goal with complete confidence.) If it does reach the goal, I’ll schedule it around my other stories. Blurb (polished by someone else): As the Ultimate Hope, Kamito Kenru was the second test subject in the Hope Cultivation Project. His original personality was left intact, but he had to endure the constant erosion caused by his modifications and suffer tremendous pain. System: Aren’t you supposed to spread hope to the world again? Bind yourself to our Redemption Livestream Program! Everything you do will be broadcast to the world of despair and bring hope to everyone! Kamito Kenru: ...I hope you’re not lying to me. [A Certain Dark Honmaru] He was suddenly dropped into a place called a Honmaru and became its Saniwa. Kamito Kenru saw the despair in the eyes of the swords, so he set out to spread hope to each of them in turn. All the swords lying in the cooling pool were gravely wounded, so he did his best to repair them. The little tantos said their big brothers had gone missing, so he went and found them. When the swords said the sort of hopeless things people often say, he comforted them! [Kenru is just too good! He really brought warmth to this broken, dark Honmaru!] [Waaah, this is hope! This is love!] [Everyone, stop giving him the cold shoulder! A-Ryu really cares about you! He coughs up blood every night!] [Did anyone notice Yamatonokami has started secretly standing watch over Kenru at night? He drew his sword at him the first time they met, but now this is so heartwarming. It feels like the whole world has become more beautiful.] Kamito Kenru: ... It seems to be working a little. This went on until one day. Under Kamito Kenru’s influence, the swords gradually accepted one another, having tasted the light again. For a brief moment, they returned to how they had been when they first met their Saniwa, all masked smiles and false courtesy. Yamatonokami: “Human, take one step closer and I’ll cut you down.” Shokudaikiri: “Sorry, but please don’t touch me without permission.” Tsurumaru: “A new face, huh... Do you know how many days it took to clean up the blood the last one left behind?” Yamanbagiri Kunihiro: “How hypocritical. Why don’t you just die?” The swords: People can never empathize with their past selves. Blades are no different. Without hesitation, they chose to go back and face their feelings for their Saniwa... only to see him lying pale-faced in his room, while scarlet blood burned into the eyes of every blade. This story is also known as The Dark Honmaru's Livestream Life and The Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic One's Livestream Life. This is a brand-new IF story. You absolutely don't need to have read the first installment, though the ending may briefly connect to it. Probably still the sort of friendship you see in Naruto. P.S. Whether this crosses over with other worlds is undecided. Probably not, but if it does, it might be with Hunter x Hunter. Theme: Courage gives us the strength to break through adversity.