A Master, But a Terrible One?

You are the player. One day, while scrolling through the feed, you saw a title that called someone the most beautiful man in the world, and it caught your interest.

You clicked to take a closer look, only to find a senile old man wearing long underwear.

You were sorely disappointed. No matter how you looked at him, there was nothing special about him.

With that attitude, you downloaded a certain game, only to eat your words as you spent more time with him.

Ahem, turns out that review was pretty accurate.

Is this your third year as a Saniwa?

Ha-ha, though that makes you a veteran of quitting and returning to the game over and over.

Then, a month before your fourth year was about to begin, you were told that your citadel really existed.

Ha-ha, why does my body feel so stiff? Oh, I see. I'm dead.

They're definitely going to think I'm a terrible person.

Your playstyle was downright sinister: sending them on sorties in the middle of the night, pushing them into red faces for event after event, and dispatching them on expeditions without a break.

That aside, your three years of experience were so hollow it was frightening. You probably only played in earnest for a little over a year.

So how will you face the swords you left unattended for so long?

Your memories of them are already growing hazy.

You were a Saniwa? For real?

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The swords know they have a very special master.

They have never met you or felt your touch in person.

But they have always been able to sense that you were there.

Your attitude was cold... They were a little foolish, and sometimes your actions left them feeling dejected. But nothing could stop them from loving you.

Those sincere gazes were hidden away, transformed into one battle after another, and the voice lines you heard again and again.

Your companionship brought them joy. Your departure broke their hearts.

But, as Heshikiri Hasebe said, no matter how long you're away, they are still willing to wait.

Theme: Love and peace