Miss Okita Has It All Figured Out

My eyes opened and closed, and I’d transmigrated while cosplaying.

Miss Okita looked at the thing that had mysteriously grown on her, then rushed into the Shieikan to enlist as a disciple and find her place. Well, she’d transmigrated, so be it. Miss Okita had it all figured out: she’d do what the real Okita Soji was supposed to do.

Her eyes opened and closed again, and she became a Heroic Spirit.

Miss Okita looked at the gender she’d worked so hard to change back, then rushed into the Holy Grail War to join the battle. Well, she’d changed, so be it. Miss Okita had it all figured out: she’d use the legendary Grail to wish for a body and a few more years of life.

Her eyes opened and closed again, and she found a sword.

Miss Okita looked at the offer before her, with room and board included, and transformed into a Saniwa. If I found it, it’s mine. Miss Okita had it all figured out: the sword was mine to begin with, and the others were mine too.

Her eyes opened and closed again, and she transmigrated once more.

Miss Okita looked at the Okita Soji standing in front of her, who had the same name, then rushed into an izakaya. If we’re both ourselves, let’s drink together. Miss Okita had it all figured out: what fun!

Her life was short, and it was long. Miss Okita had it all figured out.

Theme: World peace.