The Former Flame Hashira at Jujutsu High

Currently updating a fanfic: The Yokohama Hound Became a NOC Mole. Pairing: Zero. Preview below. The previous Flame Hashira, who had not yet had the chance to grow up, traveled through time at the brink of death and was granted a second life. Chijuro: I can't make sense of the modern power system at all. My worldview gets turned upside down every day. The Jujutsu High crowd, the Vongola family, and the Bungo Stray Dogs cast: We can't make sense of your power system either! Chijuro: The techniques I awakened are the Transparent World and the Demon Slayer Mark? These... seem oddly familiar? The protagonist is not the big brother. In this setting, he is Kyojuro's cousin. Fanfic: My name is Fukuchi Kuga. I'm 25 years old. I'm Fukuchi Ochi's hound, an undercover agent infiltrating the Crow Organization. I am a drawn sword, a fired bullet, an arrow loosed from its bow. After witnessing my parents die when I was little, I was taken in by distant relatives. Later, when bandits broke into our home, I did everything I could to protect my foster parents. But my foster parents said there was something wrong with my head. They refused to keep me and sent me to an orphanage. At the orphanage, I met friends A, B, and C, and we got along pretty well. I found out that the orphanage director planned to set the place on fire and kill everyone to collect the insurance money, so I protected my friends again. +++++++But my friends abandoned me too. The deputy director sent me to the police station, where I met my father, Fukuchi Ochi. My father found a psychiatrist to diagnose me. The diagnosis showed that I suffered from a severe mental disorder and lacked empathy for other people. I was believed to have an antisocial personality. The psychiatrist said I could not integrate into society properly and had a clear tendency toward violence, and advised against releasing me into society. But Father still adopted me. He said he would teach me little by little to become a Hunting Dog, protecting others the right way. I was sent undercover into the Crow Organization. In this dark group, I thrived because I had no fear of death, quickly earned a codename, and rose through the ranks. At the beginning of this year, Gin told me that a man named Scotch might be an undercover agent and ordered me to deal with him. I went to the rooftop and discovered that this Scotch was the older brother I hadn't seen in over a decade. I suddenly remembered that I still had two family members alive. The world outside is too dangerous. Big brother, I'll protect you. Theme: Always fight to uphold justice.