Hikari no Tamashi is a blade forgotten to the annals of time, until one day she opened her soft blue eyes for the first time since she was hidden away by the Takahashi clan, because they didn’t want her to fall back into the hands of Oda Nobunaga. She was a sacred blade known as a vassal of the Azure Dragon; one of the Dragon twins.

this is anime based I have never played the game. The first and only female sword warrior follow her story and see how she makes it through everyday life with a bunch of guys.

The saniwa lifted Mutsunokami's bandana up and stretched it out to unwrinkle the wavy patterns. "Do you want to be tied up?" "Yeah!" Mutsunokami's hands shot up and hovered by the cloth. The possibilities of what could happen to him were endless.

"Why does this keep happening?" Suishinshi learns how to address a common bodily function.

He thought he'd have his solitary teatime on the roof for a change this time. At least this way, no one would feel obliged to keep him company if they saw him. But he thought wrong.

Ookanehira was assigned to take care of the saniwa's lapdog all day; he'll handle this perfectly.

The oven timer dinged. The cookies sizzled and wafted a scent of lemons and green tea. As Kenshin was gone for hours, there was one thing Yuzu and Azuki wanted to do.

Will Yamanbagiri be less nervous if he's blindfolded by the saniwa?

Pretending to live in a fairy tale is a chance to be someone else.

That night... Yagen had a dream about Oda Nobunaga.

All this time there was a shadow that covered his existence, a blade with no name. But in truth, he was not without a name. He was Kurikara Gou.

Preserving the correct course of history is a difficult thing to do. Perhaps no one else understood that more than a certain crescent moon. This fic ran concurrently with Reason to Fight. Eiga-verse

Yamanbagiri didn't belong in their master's private onsen. Mutsunokami and the saniwa persuade him otherwise.

As soon as he manifested in his current form, Honebami was told of the sword warrior's duty to preserve the course of history. Yet, he wondered what should be his own personal reason to fight for this purpose. This fic ran concurrently with Fluttering of the Butterfly. Eiga-verse

"Are you upset I did not dress you as a maid?" Kashuu feigns feeling insulted. In the end, he got a lot of attention.

Every summer, the fireflies gathered, but one couldn't predict when or how many visited the citadel. "It's a lovely sight." Ichigo was glad to see it. "I'm grateful we are here." While they were here, they could do other things to make this night memorable.

Delayed gratification. Kikkou wrapped his arms around himself. He had teased her about doing this before and she mentioned trying it earlier this week, but didn't mention when to surprise him. How long would his master maintain this act before both of them lost self-restraint?

Something strange is going on with Yamatonokami Yasusada, therefore Kashuu Kiyomitsu must keep an eye on him before it's all too late.

"When you get us new clothes, I want to thank you in my own way." In which two swords express their gratitude to their master.

Ookanehira missed some opportunities attending this summer festival, but that won't deter him from doing what he does best: winning more than what he expected.

Ookanehira gets invested in preparing chocolate mousse.

"Do you want to sleep with my girlfriend?" Yamanbagiri goes down an unknown path with familiar faces.

微小説type？

A more violent deleted scene of GWSO that didn't make the cut. (Again, the pairing tag is vague, Warnings Inside!)

Today is the day that two beautiful flowers get married to the saniwa. (For TKRB Weekly prompt: Beginning. Sorry for being late! I know it is way past the due date but then I thought "Heck it!" since it is already finished anyway. Warnings Inside!)