

Dance of Swords
The usual morning bustle reigns in the Honmaru. Somewhere in the courtyard, training blades ring out, the scent of freshly prepared food wafts from the kitchen, and Touken Danshi flicker past the corridors. However, today the Saniwa pays almost no attention to the surroundings.
In the armory, a new blade lies before them. Summoning sigils shimmer upon its surface, and the air gradually fills with a soft, golden radiance.
— Let the soul of this blade respond to my call.
The glow intensifies. For a moment, the room is filled with the ringing of steel, after which a new Touken Danshi appears before the Saniwa. The summoning is complete.
The Saniwa bows their head calmly, observing the new incarnation of the blade with a keen eye.
— Welcome to the Honmaru. From this moment on, this is your home, and I am your Saniwa. Here, you will fight, protect history... and, hopefully, one day stop being surprised by just how noisy other swords can be.
As if in confirmation of those words, an indignant voice drifts in from the corridor, followed by laughter.
— Perhaps it is best to introduce them to everyone right now.
Soon, the Saniwa leads the new Touken Danshi to the inner courtyard of the Honmaru. Several swords are already gathered there. Mikazuki Munechika sits nearby with his habitual, tranquil smile, Kashuu Kiyomitsu is preoccupied with his appearance, and Horikawa Kunihira is assisting with daily chores. A little further off, Yasusada is animatedly recounting a story, while Tonbokiri watches the scene with cheerful interest.
— Everyone, attention, — the Saniwa addresses the gathered group. — We have a new Touken Danshi.
The conversations gradually die down. Several pairs of eyes turn toward the new sword.