[Third person in the text]
Protagonist's perspective:
My name is Gojo Haruka, I am 15 years old and currently studying at Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic.
I have a brother who is two years younger than me, named Gojo Satoru. Yes, he is the very popular Rokugan.
This summer, I traveled back in time again, 15 years later, when the plot just started.
By chance, I rescued a young man named Hisato Hisahi in the juvenile hall, and I headed to the high school.
After meeting my younger brother, we recognized each other.
Me: Wujun, did you hear something break? Lost in despair
5t5:?
Me: [Devastated] This is my dream to see my little brother grow up to be a reliable adult!
It seems that in the world line I participate in, Pokémon Master Jiejun, the only pure white Jasmine Haibara in the magic world, and Riko Tenuchi have all survived. I am not doing a bad job in the future!
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When the tentacles of the curse pierced my chest, my vision became blurred due to the long battle.
But I still saw the same person rushing toward me.
Sorry, I couldn't hold on.
My eyes became dark, but I could feel something soft and warm pressing against my cheek, and cool liquid dripping onto my face.
Don't cry...
It's a pity that I can no longer make a sound.
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One day in the future:
The protagonist tries to escape the curser.
Qingxia: Aba Aba
Curse Master: Don't listen, don't listen
Qingxia: [Sigh] It seems that there is a sadly thick barrier between us, and a battle seems inevitable. [Take out paper flowers]
Curse Master: ... Brother Xun? Hesitation
Qingxia: Runtu? ! Shocked
Curse Master: Palace Jade Wine? [Tears in eyes]
Qingxia: One hundred and eighty cups! Excited
Curse Master: [rushes forward with a lunge] [holds Qingxia's hand] Family! ! !
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There is iflow ooc and iflow settings.
The quality is uncertain, but there is an outline.
In the original work, everyone has a different view of Qingxia, but everyone is a real side of Qingxia. In my imagination, Qingxia's character is multi-faceted and three-dimensional. She is not a purely good person, but she will not remain indifferent in the face of tragedy.
If DK Satoru's contempt for ordinary people is arrogance, and DK Jie's self-righteous thinking from the perspective of the weak is arrogance, then Qingxia's arrogance is the confidence that he can change all tragedies.
Concept: She was like a white flower, left in the midsummer of that year together with the yellowed memories.