Longing for my childhood, I had just started playing Minecraft when an accident suddenly made me transmigrate.
From the start, Sukuna, who had just begun playing no-hands reincarnation and stolen someone else's account, sliced me into 2.5.
People can say that stuff online, but who'd want to fight that old man to the death in real life? His slashes surrounded me, cutting me and the cursed fetus into strawberry milkshakes.
Things didn't go as I'd hoped. After I revived on a rooftop, a certain white-haired big-cat trainer passing by took me for a Wild Pokémon.
With nowhere to go after transmigrating, why not join Jujutsu High and try to change the future?
In short, this is a story about a half-baked fan who's only watched the anime and read character discussions, surviving in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen from the start, then trying to avert one tragedy after another.
All hand-crafted.
