History is under attack; After finding a way to travel through time, an army of people who wish to alter the past plan to carry out their malicious deeds for their own selfish desires. They, who are now no longer human, are called the History Retrog...
To annihilate the History Retrograde Army, who scheme to alter history, we, who were born from swords engage in mortal combat as well!
... Hey, are you listening?
- Kashuu Kiyomitsu
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It had only been a few hours since you had been manifested into this human form in that small, dark room, yet you somehow already knew how to use your body as if you had had it for your entire life. Though you didn't question it aloud, you often catch yourself wondering how you're able to move with such ease in a body you had never been in before.
All your life, you had been a sword; nothing but the protector of your former master whose death you can now recall so clearly. Now, you were a human being. A sword warrior swore to protect your new master, and time, the one who manifested you into this body: The Saniwa.
Pushing your thoughts aside, you lift your head as you bring yourself back to reality. After all, it was pointless to wonder about something that could be answered during this "meeting" that was currently in session.
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Standing in the courtyard, along with all the other residents of the citadel (besides the Saniwa, of course), you eyed the stranger standing on the Citadel's porch next to an odd string of bells.
Suddenly, the figure tugged on the string, causing the bells to jingle, and managed to get everyone's attention; everyone had been so excited earlier, so they hadn't been able to stop talking since they all arrived in the courtyard.
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"Alright, alright! Settle down, please!" They spoke in a stern tone. Tilting their head, they did a quick headcount before talking again. "There appear to be a few new swords here, so I expect you all to be on your best behavior."
Someone, near the back of the small crowd, could be heard mocking the person on the porch, though they were quickly silenced by their peers.
"We've been given a mission today," the stranger on the Citadel porch announced, "when I call your name, you will head straight to your room after being dismissed. Make sure to be prepared for battle."
After calling out a few names, the figure came to an abrupt stop. After a few moments of silence, they slowly raised their head. Their eyes swept over the rather colorful, small crowd until their gaze finally locked with yours.
