The Prince of Tennis, Natsume, Bleach, Detective Conan...
What kind of story will unfold when all these worlds intertwine and sparks fly?
She was a ray of sunshine, as gentle as a spring day in March. But she faded away in the season when cherry blossoms filled the air.
She said, “May this world treat you gently.”
Natsume, please smile and accept this world.
When she awoke again, she had become cold and fierce, with a little nephew who talked about elegance every other breath. Life had never treated her unfairly, so she would live as she pleased. This time around, she wouldn’t waste a thing.
The boys who played tennis, their vibrant and unrestrained youth. The Soul Society, once peaceful, now in decline and slowly fading into decay. Byakuya, aloof yet unexpectedly gentle. Gin, ruthless, with a smile that never reached his eyes, yet unexpectedly pure-hearted...
And that proud man, devoted to the way of the samurai. The Kikichimonji Norimune at his waist was always sharp and drawn. From then on, the sword at his side would be wielded for you alone.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
