Mizuno Makoto Woke Inside a Sword and Watched the Academy Choose the Wrong Heir

Makoto woke up as a sword, then spent his new life judging every hand that held him. He learned to value steady grips, honest sweat, and the small things people hid, like a wooden comb he refused to give up. Mio was different. She carried him with care, spoke to him like he still mattered, and stood beside a dragon that answered her in its own cold way. When the academy ceremony turned wrong, Makoto did what he always did. He solved the problem in front of him, one clean cut at a time. The thing he missed was waiting under the monastery, and it wanted Mio first.