Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel ~ 9/1/2021

Fanfic: Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel

Game: Tōken Ranbu (刀剣乱舞 Pocket)

Synopsis: A journal-entry/travelogue-style fic that chronicles the everyday happenings in the citadel of my Tōken Ranbu account. Written from the first-person perspective of a female saniwa. The modern girl has crossed dimensions using a mystical spell and is cast into a feudal-style acropolis, where she is given the ability to anthropomorphize ancient swords, in order to ward off evil spirits and keep time from being permanently altered by magecraft-using revisionists. There is no romance in this story — only a cozy, slice-of-life fic.

* This is meant to be a fun fanfic exercise — so instead of my usual narrative restrictions, 1.5K ~ 3K words, this will vary from a few sentences to a few paragraphs per day.

9/1/2021 ~ September is the start of crisply, cold winds. Autumn leaves have begun to flutter like butterflies without bodies; it is the season that the young Tantō gather large piles of foliage in their small arms. During the summer months, old lime trees shed their growth onto the parched grass and a frisky Gokotai was chasing his Siberian tiger friend around the tree-trunk.

“Come back,” he heaves, while wading through a tall patch of ferns, “I am your friend,” he exhales in remnants of a whimper, “I have been named a tiger-killing sword in the past — wait up, I just want to play…”

His golden eyes had a subdued shimmer and his hair has corkscrewed into a bunch of tiny silver wisps. I had approached him with a plate of cool, ice cream mochi, yet still, the boy continued to stare vacantly into the thicket. I talked to the somber sword as if I were addressing an actual human child, “I brought snacks, I think it’s best to take a break from this torrential heat, don’t you think?”

“But my friend…” Gokotai replied with a pink nose and trembling lips, “he ran away from me… because I am a sword, I suppose. But, tigers and swords… they really shouldn’t be compatible together anyway, right?”

He held himself in the gloom of a petrified stillness.

“There, there,” I interjected, sitting beside his anxiously quivering knees, “let us enjoy our snack. I am sure your tiger friend will join us, too, when he feels like coming out.”

“Is it really that simple? Just having p-patience?”


Gokotai sat down with reticent fret stitched all across his boyish countenance, he reached over and plucked a sticky mochi cake from the plate with nimble fingers; and his eyes glistened after he began to nibble, mouse-like, on the treat. After a few more minutes, his vitality was replenished and his nervousness had frosted over into a collective calm.

“Thank you, Commander,” Gokotai said with a small ‘C’-shaped smile, a face timid and yet too earnest to be labeled simply as sheepish, “I must have faith that true friends will return when they’re ready to!”

As though the animal had fully comprehended our human conversation, his tiger friend leapt out of the ferns and perched himself in front of the Gokotai. The boy with the withering, ashen complexion then gasped in a sprightly cry as he opened his arms and embraced his furry companion! Seeing Gokotai’s confidence sky-rocket after a moment of doubt is one of the highlights of that time — and now, during the eve of September, the two friends can be seen belly-flopping and swimming through heaps of frangible little leaves.

That tranquil day was followed up by an unexpected, yet exciting event; after hours, I had decided to throw caution to the wind, and use my final request token, and then… I was bestowed with a larger than life Uchigatana: Sengo Muramasa, known as a legendary weapon among the shōgunate! I cheered in triumph as the hulking sword-man towered before me. His silver ahoge prickled up like the needly spine of a hedgehog and the rest of his silky, lilac hair cascaded around his vast shoulders!

Unlike the quiet eke of Kikkō’s enlistment, Sengo Muramasa had the aura of a conqueror! It was like standing before Oda Nobunaga or Alexander the Great in the flesh, Muramasa unleashed a loud, jovial laughter,


The citadel felt like it shook for a moment, it was as if a mountain king had unleashed a howling wind upon a parish. Feeling shaken with chills and excitement to have such a mighty man join our calvary, I asked, “Is there anything I can bring you, as recompense for your service?”

“Yeah,” Muramasa said with the spangled night-sky flitting through his eyes, “got some saké to spare?”


Previous Chapter – https://eggheadluna.wordpress.com/2021/08/31/tales-of-the-blood-iris-citadel-1

Published by EggheadLuna

H.E. Rodgers is the author of the Juniper's Tree series, also known as the 真柏Project. MyAnimeList: https://myanimelist.net/profile/Egghe... Twitter: https://twitter.com/EggheadLuna #真柏Project #JunipersTree

One thought on “Tales of the Blood Iris Citadel ~ 9/1/2021

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create your website with WordPress.com
Get started
%d bloggers like this: