A Hundred Ways to Imagine Killing My Brother

I’ve been reincarnated into countless families, and I’ve had plenty of “older brothers.”

They were all good-looking, handsome, and completely different from an ordinary person like me. They were strange, too. Wherever they were, whatever the circumstances, they never seemed to fit in.

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In my first life, I was born into a great family called the Tsushima family. Girls there faced a lot of oppression: they couldn’t study, had to learn women’s work, and were used in political marriages. But I was an exception. My timing was just right, so Father was somewhat indulgent toward me.

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I had lots of older brothers, but I hated those guys the most. I really wished they’d all hurry up and die.

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My second life was in an ordinary family, in a society more stable than the one I’d known with the Tsushima family. I had a loving father and a gentle mother, and I adored them. Unfortunately, one rotten apple spoiled the whole bunch. My annoying older brother, Geto Suguru, was always saying nonsense. Didn’t he realize his existence was an eyesore in this warm, happy family?

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As my older brother would put it, I really wished he’d hurry up and get bitten to death by a “cursed spirit.”

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My third life was with the Gojo family. It was only then that I properly understood what Geto Suguru had been talking about. But it was boring to the extreme. My mother only got to see Gojo Satoru a few times a year, and she doted on me. I could live like a haughty young lady. What a perfect life.

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But whenever I remembered how Gojo Satoru had mocked me in my previous life, I got angry. It would be nice if he died, I sincerely wished.

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Buddha, please make sure my older brothers die without a hitch!

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The characters in this story are extremely out of character.

The heroine is a total jerk. Fans of the characters, read at your own risk.

Aspiration: Being alive is winning.