Writing Paradise

Hours later, the repair is completed. Nuguigami and Uchiko did an excellent work. They were fixing me up with great care and detail. When I thanked them for their service, they said that I should be grateful to our master instead. "I won't be nice to swords that she doesn't think highly of." Nuguigami admitted as he wiped off his own sweats, tired after hours of working on me. "And since you're precious to her, I couldn't possibly disappoint her by treating you badly, you see." It seemed those two had served her family for a long time, judging from how they spoke so dearly about her. It would also explain why they would understand what she had in mind. Though, I couldn't understand why she would treat me as someone important. Unlike the two tools, I didn't originally belong to her. I arrived to this house a few days ago, when her higher-ups brought me to her, telling her that she should take me as her underling. To do the dirty jobs...

After the light that encased us dispersed, she immediately dragged me to a rather spacious room and told me sit down. I did, and then she went to look for something in the cupboard located at one side of the room, pulling at the drawers and fumbling through things stored in there. "Oh, here it is..." When she had found what she wanted, she turned around and began mumbling something. I noticed that it was a wooden box and she had opened the lid, but I couldn't tell its contents. All I knew was that soon after that she had finished her chant and bright light filled the entire room, forcing me to cover my eyes. By the time the light died down and I opened my eyes again, two new figures had appeared in the room. "Yamanba-kun. These two will take care of your wounds." The newcomers did have the appearance of a healer, wearing white robes and even having cloth covering the lower half of their face. But they didn't seem to carry anything that could possib...

"Yamanba-kun? How are you feeling?" I looked up and saw her entered, having changed her miko -like attire into a much more simple kosode and carried a tray of tea pot, cups, and snacks with her. "Much better," was my answer as I pulled down the tip of her haori that I still wore over my head. She smiled at that while kneeling down and put the tray down. After she sit down before me, she commented, "Do you feel comfortable with the jersey? I can arrange for different clothes if you don't like it." Like her, I had also changed my attire to be much more presentable. This clothing she called 'jersey' was given to me by the two men who treated my wounds (and turned out to be Nuguigami and Uchiko). When I had put it on and looked at the mirror present in the room, I thought that I look weird, but doesn't mind to put up with it since it felt comfortable against my skin. "This is more than enough. I can't possibly be rude and as...

After the light that encased us dispersed, a silent ensued between us. It lasted only for a minute or so because then she issued her next order. "Strip off." I shot her an incredulous look, but she still wouldn't take any objections to her commands. Since I didn't start doing it on my own, she went and tried to pull off my veil, which consequently convinced me that she was serious with it. "Not this one!" I resisted, trying to keep myself covered with it. "It's stained with blood! We need to wash it off quickly!" "It's fine! Think of it as a proof that I've fought valiantly-" "No, I have to wash it! Now !" " No !" Perhaps I had went overboard with my strength, because when I tried to shake her hands off my veil, I had knocked her shoulder and made her fell backward with a loud thump. Luckily, it seemed the only pain she received was from when her bottom landed first on the tatami mat. I w...

Bloods - lot of bloods, spilled. On the surface of the sea, on the floating ships. The blood of the soldiers fighting for their ideals. On the land, on a field not to far from the main battlefield. The blood of a warrior protecting his master. Yes. My blood. The tantou which originally aimed for my master's life now impaled onto my back. By miracle, I had managed to run and get to my master's place in time, shielding her from the attack. I might be a duplicate, and hadn't live as long as my original has, but I'm sure that I've experience just as much battles as he does. My body had clashed against flesh, blood veins, other swords. I've gained scratches, cracks. But I had always been successfully repaired back to health. This time, I felt like I'm in the verge of breaking. My master, who had been covering her eyes the whole time, seemed to have finally noticed that I had came in-between her and the foe, either due to the fact that seconds h...

The objection was to surprise them with an initiative attack from behind. Not manly, perhaps, but I would like to show my master that I could do my job quick and precise, and in order to do that, an ambush is the best way to accomplish it. After I told her to stay hidden under the tree's shadows, I immediately went to execute my plan. Carefully and stealthily I sneaked behind my opponents. My hand that I used to grip my sword itched in alien excitement. Anytime now, I would be close enough to slash through them. But, something unexpected occured. Before I could draw and swing my sword, those bony monsters suddenly turned around, as if had been expecting me to creep up close enough to them. They took me by surprise, but thankfully my reflex was swift enough to make me draw out my sword and block the attack of the one closest to me. My plan was wrecked badly. Fine , I thought as my blade ground against the tantou 's, let's take it fair and square! With that dete...

Apparently, the girl that from now on would be my master not only possess the power to awaken the soul of still objects, but also traveling to the past. She told me to stand close to her and after I did, she chanted some sort of mantra which then made us enveloped in bright light. By the time the light disappeared, we've been transported to another place. "This is..." "Hakodate, in Hokkaido." Seeming to notice me raising my eyebrows, she added, "Would Ezochi be more familiar to you? The land of the Ezo people. It's one of their port towns." I mouthed a soundless "ah" with little to no interest. After all, I'm just a sword. My head is full of killing techniques, not with geographical information. Though I would know my way if she were to send me to my former master's territory. Looking around, the town seemed to be quite large, though I could hardly sense the presence of any humans other than the two of us. It was pretty ...