Citadel Diary [Touken Ranbu]

Saniwa: And I have thought this game isn't meant to test your patience

It's been 12 days, 1 hour, 51 minutes and 20 seconds.

And Jiji still hasn't come to me.

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April 24, 2015

Dear Diary,

I - the newbie Saniwa, who is now bored to the bones - am currently slouching on the smooth, pastel tatami floor. Though I must admit it's rather disgraceful and far from the image of normal Saniwa. Anyway, My fellow sword soldiers aren't in any higher spirit than I am:

In the same tatami room, Kiyomitsu who is layingon his back, has his head perched on Yasusada's laps, and is painting his finger nails idly with half-closed eyes; Yasusada on the other hand is running a hand through his partner sword's hair, tousling those brown strands in random directions - it's still pretty miraculous to me as how they ended up in such a lover position; and being the dutiful mother as he is, Shokudaikiri is deep inside the kitchen preparing lunch with an Ookurikara who is looking as bored out of life and faded as the brown rock outside the garden; and papa - I mean, Ishikirimaru- is currently in the garden, sweeping on the same floor which has already swept by him for the entire morning.

In conclusion, we are worse than a group of retiree.

I guess it's really the blacksmith to blame, honest.

Well paid, well cared, well ate, anything but working well. It almost brings me tears when the same subject was broached between us Saniwas.

I swear, the day when next door Saniwa J bragged about her newly forged Mikazuki - Mikazuki,三日月 - with a long sigh saying that she wanted Tsurumaru instead, I would've most definitely beaten the daylight out of her if Kiyomitsu wasn't there clinging onto my legs for dear life.

And then there's Saniwa E, who I once thought to be on the same boat with me, yesterday she came dancing in glee for she has coaxed her blacksmith into forging a 3:20 sword......

I am forced to put down my pen when Ishikirimaru comes softly knocking on the slide-door's frame.

"A letter from Saniwa J has arrived."

In an attempt to mend my scattered grace- and also to keep myself from Ishikirimaru's courtesy lecture - I straighten my back and take the cup of streaming green tea in both hands, just like what all shojo Saniwas do.

"Please do precede."

"......おっと、it's a joyous announcement of a new comrade of hers; Tsurumaru is his name."

Unintentionally, I spit out a mouthful of liquid, causing a shriek coming from Kiyomitsu who unfortunately finds himself in the path of trajectory.