I'm an utterly ordinary Touken Ranbu cosplayer. Every time I cosplay, I suddenly transmigrate into the world of Touken Ranbu. Because my spiritual power is similar to theirs, the government and the Masters I meet always imagine all sorts of tragic backstories for the swords I cosplay.
Cosplaying Yamanbagiri Yasusada: his eyes are covered with white cloth, and a hair clip holds back his bangs, adorned with a flower missing one petal.
"I have my own citadel..."
"Even after being hurt so badly by your Master, you still want to cover up his crimes?"
Cosplaying Mikazuki Munechika: unable to speak because he has lost his voice, his ever-gentle smile conceals complicated emotions.
He tries to speak, but only produces an unpleasant, garbled sound. A flicker of embarrassment crosses his face, yet he still gently comforts the worried swords.
Cosplaying Tachi Taro, but as a little tantou: "Because the odachi was too big, Master reforged me and made me shorter."
Theme: A sword is meant to be used.
Ahhhhhhh, please beg for an update!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Teacher. . . Rice (hard to reach out [make me healthy]
Tasty and delicious rice. (Seeing the delicious rice) (Pounces forward) (Falls into the pit) (Howls) Ahhhhhhhh, when will you cook again?
I finally waited for my wife to update! 🤩
Please come back and update!!!!!!! 😭 😭
Sad... I fell into the trap for the second time
Madam, I am hungry. Please update the version.
Remember to update(ˊ?ˋ*)?
I'm so hungry. Please give me some food.