Is There Something Wrong with Making a Sword Spirit the Saniwa?

Hello, everyone. I'm Heming, a sword spirit.

A bad person took control of me, and I was on the verge of shattering. My master sent me to the history department because they could protect me here.

It's worth mentioning that I got my own citadel here. That means I have a faction of my own.

Have I mentioned that my master is the strongest person in the cultivation world?

So I manage the citadel the way he runs the Demonic Cult.

Unfortunately, I was asleep for a long time. At first, I could only stay awake for a little while each day.

What a shame. I wanted to spend more time with my subordinates, especially since they seem to be in a pretty rough state, psychologically speaking.

I think I forgot to mention that I inherited a secondhand citadel.

I don't know why, but my master arranged it.

Click to read about Heming and the chaotic daily lives of the swords at his citadel.

1.

"Night duty?" Heming tilted his head. So it meant sleeping with me, right? I remember people used to attend my master when he slept. If the previous Saniwa did it this way, I might as well do it too.

"Hmm, how about you first?" He casually pointed at a sword who looked familiar.

2.

"Sortie?" Heming's eyes lit up. Is it time to fight? I want to go too! Take me with you!

Left behind at the citadel against his will, Heming pouted:

Master, they left me all alone at the citadel. But you always went to the battlefield... Well, maybe not every time. You went sometimes, which was often only sometimes. QAQ

3.

"Maintenance?" Heming tilted his head again. What is maintenance, Master? I've run into a big problem.

They're hurt, and they want me to treat them, but I don't know how!

I only know how to kill people. I don't know how to heal them, Master. Could you lend me Miss Hualan?

Seeing the Saniwa's stern expression, the swords assumed he didn't want to maintain them. They closed their eyes and advised him, "You only need to provide spiritual energy."

Heming's eyes lit up. Provide spiritual energy! I can do that! Master, no need to send Miss Hualan over! I know what to do!

He grabbed a sword covered in cracks and sliced his hand. The vigorous spiritual energy in his blood filled the sword's body.

4.

Master, I've run into another problem. Heming stared seriously at the tea-drinking group in the corridor. They won't do any work!

5.

Heming sat gloomily in a bare cherry tree. Master, there isn't any osmanthus or jasmine tea here. Could you bring me some next time? I haven't seen you in so long. I miss you so much.

6.

Master! I think I might have a favorite sword! He brought me osmanthus! And jasmine!

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Unfortunately,

citadel A9426 seemed to have been blessed by the goddess of luck only briefly. Their peaceful life was soon shattered.

An invisible hand pushed Heming into the vortex again and again. Memories he had deliberately forgotten came back, and immense pain tormented him.

The laboratory...

The cultivation tanks and the subjects inside them...

Sword spirit... kingdom...

Who are you?

Another... me?

Then who am I?

Brother...

Heming stared blankly as he let himself fall into the abyss.

I deserve to die.

Then a pair of warm hands caught him as he fell and gently gathered him into their arms.

"Master, if you don't want to stay, it's okay to run away."

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A mountain of personal headcanons! OOC warning!

The pairing was decided by vote: Mikazuki.

Daily life mixed with plot.

There will be crossovers with some anime and manga. If you only want to read the citadel story, you can skip those parts.

Tags are marked in the table of contents.

From what I've checked, skipping them currently won't affect the reading experience much.

I'll add a recap before anything that becomes important later.

My writing is pretty bad, so please don't yell at me ww

I love interaction! I love comments!

Theme: Drawing my sword is the meaning of my existence