The Blocky Master of This Honmaru

CP: Him/Steve, HSH, no fixed top or bottom

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Steve was invited to become a Saniwa by several people with white paper stuck to their faces.

Though he had no idea what that was, Steve readily agreed. He was an adventurer, after all.

A little fox came to take him to the Honmaru, but the Time Government's time-space transporter clashed with the quick teleport feature on Steve's minimap. The man and fox ended up in a temporal rift near another corrupted Honmaru.

The little fox warned him that it was dangerous inside, but Steve decided to face the challenge head-on.

No worries. If he couldn't win, he could call his cyber-ghost lover over to help.

After entering, Steve gazed at the enormous building before him, delighted.

--Great! I don't have to mark out the land or build the house myself. This place is way more high-end than my wooden hut!

But why was there nothing growing on such a huge expanse of farmland?

And so, the first thing Steve did after entering the Honmaru was start farming.

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The Honmaru had run out of resources, so Steve got busy with his sword, pickaxe, axe, hoe, and shovel.

No resources for sword fittings? No problem. Everyone could wear a full set of diamond armor for now.

Not enough ingredients? Don't worry. Just break some grass to get wheat seeds and plant them. If that doesn't work, kill more zombies. They were bound to drop carrots and potatoes eventually.

Give Steve a carrot and a potato, and he'll grow an endless supply of carrots and potatoes.

But some creatures don't spawn inside the Honmaru.

So why had they appeared anyway?

A local urban legend, invisible and holding a monster-spawning egg, drifted slowly by overhead.

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Once they got used to things, the Honmaru's original sword warriors came over to help, too.

...But how come that square little pool, which had already been scooped dry of so many buckets of water, still looked just as full?

Theme: Face difficulties and dangers without fear.