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This is a repost of an older story, originally published in May 2023.
Content warning: This is the author's first story, updated whenever inspiration strikes. It may have plot holes, missing character details, excessive original worldbuilding, and some out-of-character moments.
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Kui transmigrated.
She took it in stride.
With no guardian, a huge inheritance, and a pretty face, she started out at the top of the world.
It was absolutely wonderful.
But when she saw a little boy with curly hair who was exactly her type standing in front of her with an impatient look, she felt that something was wrong.
That prickly little curly-haired boy was named Matsuda Jinpei.
He was the Matsuda Jinpei from Detective Conan, the one with an unbelievably tragic early death.
What should I do to save you, my poor childhood friend?
The laid-back Kui was rarely at a loss for words.
That wasn't all. Her cryptic father had also left behind a legendary item: the “Blank Record Book.”
After enduring all sorts of abuse (?) with no results, the numb Kui sat in a chair, staring at the innocent-looking book.
Then a line appeared on it, tremblingly:
“!” I have magic!
Kui suddenly understood and quickly sketched a younger version of a certain bomber.
Far away in some unknown place, the bomber, still a wage slave, sneezed, as if sensing danger in the future.
Theme: Sunflowers always turn toward the sun
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