The Master Is Still Avoiding Love Debts Today

I am Mizunotsuki Ayane, the sole heir of the Mizunotsuki family in my generation.

Once hailed as a figure skating prodigy, I became a "former future star" after a severe injury, and my "Olympic dream" turned into a thing of the past that I had to carefully hide away.

My world is divided into distinct parts:

In Tokyo, there's Akashi, a childhood friend whose boundaries with me have always been clear. At the Sanada Dojo, there's Sanada, my sword-fighting friend who grew up with me. In the hospital rehabilitation room, I met the fighter who made me set aside my arrogance and admire him: Yukimura. And of course, there's my only friend outside school, Shigeta Reon.

When the road of my life took a sudden turn, a game called "Karmic Rhythm" became my last refuge. I lost myself in manipulating history, seeking brief solace.

So when an organization calling itself the "Government of Time" came knocking and pushed me into the role of a "Saniwa," I could only think how absurd it was.

Then I opened the gates of the Honmaru and saw the sword warriors: Higekiri, Tenkomaru... They looked at me as if we had known each other for a thousand years.

My pride made me scoff: How could a failure who couldn't even control her own body be the peerless legend they claimed was so beautiful she could topple kingdoms?

My sensitivity sent me spiraling: All they saw when they looked at me were strings of false data, a perfect phantom from a game I had once played.

I treated them coldly, arrogantly thinking they were fools for mistaking a phantom for a real person.

I was sensitive and suspicious, asking myself every night whether I deserved this affection that had crossed a thousand years.

Until one day, Mikazuki Munechika gently pushed a teacup toward me and asked with a smile, "Why won't you believe that your very existence deserves to be cherished by everyone in the world?"

※ Sticking to the one-Saniwa, one-Honmaru principle

※ All-Saniwa setting: everyone loves the heroine

※ The blurb is in first person, the main text is in third person

※ Add more as ideas come or get written

Theme: True strength does not come from a flawless past. It comes from daring to accept every part of yourself and creating your own worth and bonds in the present.