I Took Over a Secondhand Honmaru After I Died

After Shimizu Yu died, he saw a fox that looked familiar. The fox told him that he had passed the screening to become a Saniwa and could sign a contract with them. After deciding to become a Saniwa, he had two options: Establish his own Honmaru, or take over a secondhand Honmaru whose Saniwa was gone. The fox hoped he would choose the latter, because one Honmaru would be destroyed if no one else took charge of it. Shimizu Yu had no particular intention of doing so, but he agreed to go take a look. That one look changed his mind. He decided to take over the secondhand Honmaru. - After losing their Saniwa, the people of the Honmaru had once been unable to see any hope for the future. They refused to accept a new master and refused to believe in the cruel reality. The new Saniwa sent by the government came and went, and every one of them sentenced the Honmaru to death. [What a pity.] That was the only judgment they received. Their loyalty was a pity. Their stubbornness was a pity. The outside world sighed like this, then dispersed, waiting for their end. On top of the prying eyes from outside, internal conflicts erupted, making matters even worse. The Awataguchi were as quiet as a deserted house, the Sanjo divided into two factions. No one could tell what Hasebe was thinking, Mutsunokami was lost in dreams, and the Honmaru's first sword, Kashu Kiyomitsu, had also begun to let things slide. Tsurumaru Kuninaga, the last to manifest, kept to himself amid this atmosphere, cooped up in the attendant's room all day and rarely showing himself. No one had any idea how to solve the problems. Everyone thought things would remain this way until their final moment. Until the government sent their last Saniwa. The young man, whose spiritual power was as pure white as snow, gradually made his way into their world, learning what they thought and accepting them as they were. He also rekindled that last glimmer of hope. - Contains original headcanons, with a Bungou Stray Dogs backdrop - I stumbled into a dead fandom and couldn't find anything to read, so I started making it myself - This is a self-indulgent work, the author's fantasies before death - The writing is a mystery, read with caution Who else is still into Touken Ranbu in 2024? Oh, it's me. Coming soon: Saniwa Barbatos Blurb: Ever since Venti found two swords at Windrise, his life had changed dramatically. An unexpected job landed on his head like Newton's apple, trying to ruin his happy everyday life. He warily hugged his dandelion wine and tried to refuse: "Kidnapping minors is against the law, you know!" The two swords from Inazuma paid him no mind. The tachi smiled like an old man who had lost his wits, while the uchigatana blinked his bright, shining eyes. Seeing Venti wait hopefully for an answer, Mikazuki Munechika thought for a moment, then changed the subject: "If our lord is underage, drinking alcohol isn't good for you." Venti: Is that what I was talking about?! He hadn't gotten anywhere with a simple exchange, so Venti immediately decided it was best to run first. One side searched everywhere for a way out, trying to escape, while the other doggedly chased after him. One person and two swords dashed up Starsnatch Cliff and across Cider Lake, all the way to the ruined tower. The blue-eyed youth looked back as he rode the wind, but his two little tails were still trailing behind him. There was no hope of escape. My fate is sealed. The bard's pitiful wail echoed through Stormterror's Lair. "Help me, Dvalin! I don't want to work!" - Although Venti was unwilling to accept the position, he didn't refuse to let them follow him. After learning how dangerous this continent was, Heshikiri Hasebe fretted: "My lord, although we are only lesser gods, we should still be able to keep you safe. Please don't leave us behind again..." Venti smiled without answering. The blond traveler beside them shot him a strange look and covered the mouth of the little white creature by his side. Mikazuki Munechika looked over suspiciously, but noticed nothing unusual. It was only later that he sighed, realizing what truth he had missed at the time. * At first, the swords simply felt an instinctive closeness to the person who had awakened them, and wanted to keep him with them. Only later did they realize that the youth they wanted to honor as their Saniwa... How did he seem to be an actual god?! Venti: Ehe. -- Theme: Hard work brings rewards