Swordplay Roleplay: I'm a Professional

Qiubai was a monster born from a shadow. She transmigrated into Touken Ranbu, a game she had played before, only to be seriously injured. Then she made the strange discovery that the love and care of the tsukumogami, as gods, could provide power beyond what cultivation could offer.

Even teaming up with them to gain experience could make Qiubai's cultivation soar!

Qiubai: Oh my gosh! Then I'm going to feast!

She had no spiritual power and couldn't pose as a Saniwa to freeload on their affection? No problem. As a shadow, Qiubai was best at disguises!

Before transmigrating, the half-baked Saniwa's favorite thing to do was read all kinds of tragic, beautiful, and powerful Touken Ranbu fanfiction. Now she could put it all to use!

Heh heh. Qiubai, disguised as a corrupted Ichigo Hitofuri, stood proudly with her hands on her hips: I told you playing games and reading novels were useful!

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And so...

Ichigo Hitofuri, cursed so that he could never again accept spiritual power, was abandoned on the battlefield.

Surrounded by his younger brothers, Qiubai ate until she was sprawled on her back, doing her best to keep up her act: Ahhh, so happy! What a wonderful Saniwa! My little brothers are the best!

After getting a taste for it, Qiubai adopted a hit-and-run lifestyle. Every time, she racked her brains to create a tragic, beautiful, and powerful secret identity, then went to a different citadel to trick them into feeding her.

And before the government could arrive, she would dramatically “shatter” and make one last big harvest.

Of course, there were exceptions. For example, some citadels had Saniwa who turned out to be scumbags.

#So I act tragic, but the swords who take me in are really my secret identities#

Qiubai, who loves all the swords in the sword registry: Ah, even if I'm not eating this meal, I've got to punish evil on behalf of heaven! Die, scum!

And so, by occasionally doing good deeds and frequently eating and drinking her fill, Qiubai kept herself well fed.

Until...

Huh? Why are there swords in the abandoned citadel where I stored the citadels from my old secret identities, just to satisfy my collecting and commemoration kinks?

#After accidentally discovering that my demonic power can feed corrupted swords, I couldn't bear to push them away, so I was forced to adopt secret identities and live happily with all the brother swords in the citadel#

But...

After an intense round of secret-identity roleplay, she finally earned the trust of the wandering swords. They settled down together and spent some time cozily rebuilding the rundown citadel.

Qiubai, forced to serve as Saniwa in her true form: Ah... These wonderful days are pretty great too, swords! I'll go out and make more secret identities to support you!

Just when Qiubai thought her monster life had reached its peak, she suddenly noticed something strange in a newly infiltrated citadel.

Huh? What is this Saniwa saying about a livestream?

What do you mean, “We found a dark citadel, and the government has secretly sent a sword in to livestream from inside”?

Huh? This place! This long-tailed Ichigo Hitofuri, this corrupted Namazuo... Damn it! That's my citadel and my secret identities!

Waaah, how could someone raid my home while I was out hunting?

Theme: Live well.