I Cosplayed as Okita, Then Reincarnated and Became a Saniwa

Content warnings: The pairings will be decided later, and there may be no pairings. The protagonist may be a woman reborn as a man or a woman reborn as a woman. When the protagonist attends cosplay conventions, her headcanon appearance is a beautiful Okita with moles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. The setting may change at any time before the story is officially written. Synopsis below------ What do I do when every blade I meet after being reborn into another world and growing up there recognizes me as someone who looks exactly like them, after cosplaying Okita at a convention? # What is it like to die of an illness every time I reach the age of 25? # What is it like to change sex every time I'm reborn? # What is it like to be reborn from a scientific world into a world where objects become spirits? # What is it like to try a different job every time? # A short look at how to unlock the protagonist's many identities: Me, born as the son of a samurai # [Uchigatana] Me, born as the daughter of a courtesan # [Tanto] Me, born as the son of a farmer # [Wakizashi] Me, born as the daughter of a servant in a wealthy household # [Tanto] Me, born as the son of a shogun # [Tachi] Me, born as the daughter of a shrine priest # [Tanto] When I was finally reborn into the modern world and could finally get my hands on a phone, I found a little game I used to love before I transmigrated. And it was actually a "romance version" too! But... "This app is so weird!" "Why is my protagonist an 18+ heroine?!" "Whatever, I don't care! My beloved swords from all those lives ago, here I come!!!" Online, the protagonist I controlled spent every day groping one sword here and kissing another there, perfectly embodying the meaning of "illegally harassing people." Then one day, I discovered... [This is a real game.] [And the swords I've been harassing are the blades I truly loved in my past life!] "?! Ahhh! Help! I didn't mean to! This is urgent! Somebody, please save me!!!" To sum up the thoughts of certain swords in one short line: What is it like when the Saniwa I dream of cutting down every day turns out to have the same face as my former master… Theme: Wherever there is light, there is hope.