Of Course I Can Teach the Strongest, I'm Invincible

I discussed this with my editor. This story will go behind a paywall on July 9, with a 10,000-character update that day. Chapters 28-32 are a reverse paywall, so if you've already read them, be careful not to buy them again.

I, Chun Qiming, AKA Iijima Yu, have Iijima Katatsumuri (real name: Iijima Rei) as my great-great-grandfather. He's an onmyoji who writes novels about yokai. My maternal grandfather is Iijima Ritsu. There's not much to say about him, except that he expanded the family business a little and became a yokai mediator more famous than Katatsumuri.

I, unfortunately, expanded the family business a little further and became a cross-dimensional mediator. In practice, I inherited the shop of the Dimension Witch and became the third-generation witch. Customers came to the shop from all sorts of dimensions, so of course my work crossed dimensions too.

The first witch of the Wish Shop, Yi● Yuko: whereabouts unknown, life or death unknown.

The second witch, ● Yue ● Ri ● Xun: whereabouts unknown, life or death unknown.

The third witch, Iijima Yu: whereabouts unknown, life or death unknown.

Isn't it perfectly normal for two out of three witches to be men?

Though that's what I say, I'm actually still alive, and so are the other two. I suppose that was the most brag-worthy "deal" of my life.

I kept busy like they did, fulfilling other people's wishes, taking my cut as a middleman, and accumulating the price. I successfully got them back.

There was just one tiny problem along the way.

I took something that cost more than I could afford to pay, so it was basically a loan. Now I have to pay it back.

Gee, if I'd known, I should've died and let those debts go bad.

Well~ Just kidding.

A certain Wu Tiao (raises hand): Teacher, why is your pendant shaped like a cracked eyeball?

Me: Kids, don't be silly. It's the moon.

A certain You Jie (raises hand): Teacher, why are so many of your exes silver-haired?

Me: Kids, don't make things up. That's the moon.

A certain Xiaozi (raises hand): But, Teacher, why didn't you keep any of those moons?

Me: ... Sigh. They weren't my moons.

The witch's title bestowed upon Chun Qiming is Despair. The more despair, the more powerful he becomes.

Chun Qiming: So I'm doing great, my moon.

Everyone knows I'm a forever-single guy :) Ming's actual romance won't happen until much later.

Content warnings: all the stereotypes, all the subjective takes, and scenes of the protagonist cross-dressing, lots of them.

Theme: My heart yearns for the moon, and the moon shines on my heart. Life is like a journey in which we are all travelers.