How Is It That I, a Novelist, Save Yokohama with Breathing Techniques?

[Pre-registration: My Roommates All Have Big Shot Personas. Blurb at the very bottom.]

I'm sorry, but the story has gone on for too long, and I can't continue it right now.

Every time I finish a chapter, I'm afraid it won't match what came before.

I'm truly sorry for letting things end up this way. My apologies to all my readers.

[Starting from Chapter 30, the story switches to third-person narration. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru will appear in the Holy Grail War arc, so I've added the Jujutsu Kaisen tag.]

My name is Mochizuki. Ever since I transmigrated to another world during summer vacation in my third year of middle school and came back to write a novel commemorating it,

my life has become inextricably linked to that other world...

The kind of mental exhaustion you shouldn't have to deal with at this age...

Outwitting a shojo manga artist who is a man, regularly rescuing my teammates from the bandage-wasting device, looking for writing inspiration, the Holy Grail War, falling into hell with my teammates... (Wait, is something wrong here?)

All in all, it's still understandable... except that

expecting a minor like me to save the world is going too far!

But what can I do? I'm a part-time employee at the detective agency.

So picking up a Nichirin Sword and beating up enemies with a Breathing Style is fair game.

The mouse-like guy sprawled on the ground after getting beaten: So that's why you pulled a sword on me the moment we met...

Everyone (giving a thumbs-up): Nicely done!

Watching me wield a Nichirin Sword and slice bullets in front of Conan and the others, Conan, who has read my novel: This world might be unscientific, but learning skills from a novel is going too far!

· A beginner here, please go easy on me

· High school life where the everyday and the extraordinary mix

· The author's IQ isn't high enough for me to pull off any extreme maneuvers

New story: My Roommates All Have Big Shot Personas

P.S. [Geto Suguru, the police academy crew, and Oda Sakunosuke are confirmed alive! After all, I'm a happy-ending warrior...]

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While passing a house, Gojo and Geto, both teachers at Jujutsu High, sense a strange aura of cursed energy. They slip easily into the house, but what they see is not what they expected:

The curse isn't hurting anyone. Instead, it's acting like a housekeeper and cooking for the person writing at the table.

Gojo and Geto: This is unheard of.jpg

After transmigrating into a two-dimensional world, I became a writer who specialized in feel-good power fantasies.

So it was only natural to receive letters from readers when I finished a story...

But the next day, some indescribable force pressured me to update, and I knew something was wrong.

Luckily, professionals came to rescue me through the window

"Hey, do you have any idea how you come across? You update slowly, your plot is full of tragedy, and you always stop at the most agonizing point..."

The white-haired sorcerer who shows up at my door lists them one by one. "So of course you're creating curses! One's right beside you now~"

Me: "Stop, stop, I get it... Wouldn't that mean every writer in Japan is in danger?!"

"That's why Japanese literature is such a barren wasteland."

Given the Jujutsu world's reckless ways, I know this is bad. I'm probably going to be punished.

At the crucial moment, my roommate appears. Not only has she switched genders, she's also become the leader of the neutral faction in the Jujutsu world...

So I can cling to a powerful ally now?

[Brilliant!]

And my other two roommates, one from the liquor organization and one from the Port Mafia...

What bizarre big shot personas have you all ended up with?!

Especially you, that bottle of booze! What did you do?! The people on the Red Team are looking at me like they don't know what to think!

The Whiskey Trio, watching from the shadows: Anyone who can sit with real liquor, a Port Mafia executive, and a high-ranking member of the Jujutsu world is no ordinary person.

[I'm numb. This world can just end already!]

Unable to hold back my urge to complain, I write them into my story, and then I become famous.

[A win-win]

The roommates' side

The real liquor, wise beneath her foolish exterior, is the organization's all-purpose peacemaker, though her methods are a little unusual.

As always, she stops Gin from flying into a rage by smoothly drawing the fire to herself: "Gin, don't get angry. You'll hurt your health, and no one can take your place. As your partner, I can develop a mood-restoring drug for you."

The Port Mafia executive, once greatly favored by the previous boss, calmly announces: "Before the boss passed away, he left these last words: Mori Ogai is the new boss of the Port Mafia. Does anyone have any objections?"

The white-haired, blue-eyed young man holds a chess piece and speaks without a hint of panic: "The conservatives are backward, the reformists aren't mature enough, and besides, I don't want to serve under anyone."

I look at the pink-haired airhead, the black-haired narcissist, and the white-haired street loafer beside me...

So this is why you keep causing trouble? I don't want to meet you behind bars next time!

Theme: Even a tiny moss flower strives to bloom like a peony