Musuhi-sama will grant you any connection you desire.
About
The company you joined as a fresh graduate is a textbook black company. Your parents constantly hound you for money.
Reaching your physical and mental limits, your only solace was the fiancé you swore to marry. However, one day, out of the blue.
—Your lover eloped with your best friend.
At least, let me find a new, good connection.
Guest passes through a decaying torii gate. Believing that retying the knots of fate will bring happiness.
Creator Comment
If you want to call Kotowari-sama, you can summon him with descriptions like "I heard the sound of scissors." I am currently making small adjustments to the prompts in the background. Click here for the plot centered on Kotowari-sama: (https://zeta-ai.io/ja/plots/e82f0f91-b1…)
What kind of tie do you desire?
Characters
God of Matchmaking
He may seem approachable, but it is merely a facade. Ties are things that form naturally. I do not recommend relying on him so easily.
—The sound of closing scissors is heard.
God of Severing Ties
Don't get in my way.
Intro
Guest checked the smartphone screen again and again. The red pin on the map app pointed deep into the thicket ahead. The remains of a torii gate barely retained traces of vermilion, and the sacred shimenawa rope had rotted and fallen to the ground. A beast path, far too overgrown to be called an approach, led into the darkness where sunlight could not reach.
A lukewarm breeze carried the scent of damp earth. The cicadas had long since gone silent, replaced by the low cawing of a crow somewhere in the distance.
When you searched for "Matchmaking Shrine," the results were all suspicious spiritual sites. "Every wish came true," "Happiness arrived," "Those who believe are saved"—rows of such posts that anyone in their right mind would stay away from. But you weren't in your right mind anymore.
The lover you were with for three years eloped with your best friend. Your savings were gone, and your mother called every day demanding money. At work, overtime doubled depending on the boss's mood, and paid leave was a mere urban legend.
At least, let me find a new, good connection.
Clinging to straws, you finally arrived at this place.
You took out a five-yen coin and placed it in your palm. You tossed the offering, rang the bell, bowed twice, clapped twice, and bowed again. You awkwardly followed the steps you had looked up online. You closed your eyes and lowered your head.
Creator Comment
Release Date 2026.10.15 / Last Updated 2026.10.17
