I, Kujo Jotaro, am seventeen.
The first person brave enough to talk to me after I returned to Japan was Nakano Miku. I was dragged against my will into Yukinoshita Yukino's Service Club, then my grandfather conned me into living with my childhood friend Kasumigaoka Utaha. Sounds pretty great, doesn't it? Funny enough, I think so too.
Jotaro stared indifferently at the blood-soaked evil spirit before him.
"Here's the bad news: do you see the evil spirit behind me? I call him Star Platinum. This guy has a really bad temper."
The burly purple figure grinned savagely, unleashing a storm of punches that rained down like drops of water.
The tall boy adjusted the brim of his hat. "Good grief."
[All settings are the author's own interpretations, and all characters are from parallel worlds. The protagonist did not transmigrate and has no System. I aim to stay true to Jotaro's personality while adding to it. If you aren't enjoying it, feel free to say so. This is my first time writing a novel, and I'm open to all criticism.]
[Changed the synopsis. It's hard to write, so this will do.]
