Miss Ieiri Carries an Axe and Smokes

Ieiri Shoko is one of the rare people who can use Reverse Cursed Technique. In ordinary terms, she's the sole healer in a game.

But as she smokes and looks at the bodies before her and the lonely figure of her old classmate, she can't help thinking that being a healer isn't enough.

If she were more than just support, would Geto not have defected? Would Gojo not have been sealed away, all alone? Would those new kids not have to come to her every few days, sometimes on the brink of death? Maybe... she could change things...

After an unknown number of years, she finally dies. The only person by her side is an exhausted Gojo.

When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself... back in the past.

Ah... I've already done everything I was supposed to do. This time, let me go a little crazy. I'm a jujutsu sorcerer too, after all. For once, she smiles sincerely.

So it's not all that strange when Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru see a healer wielding a giant axe, splattering blood everywhere with a single swing, right?

The girl bites down on her cigarette, pulls the axe from the poor cursed spirit, and casually wipes the blood from her face. She looks at them with a meaningful smile.

[Heh. If I don't beat the water out of your brains, I'll go back to being a healer.]

#This story is based on a mountain of headcanons! Don't read if that's not your thing!

#There are lots of original characters in the first few chapters. I want to do something big (honestly).

#The characters are extremely out of character!

#A silly, sweet little story!

Theme: A healer who can't exorcise cursed spirits isn't a proper jujutsu sorcerer