I Got a Death Note in the World of Jujutsu

I'm working hard on this one and hope to finish it this summer!

Blurb:

In a single day, she fell from the clouds to the depths.

Murakami Sawami was a good student in everyone's eyes, and someone everyone thought they could pick on.

But someone just like her had powerful cursed energy.

After an accident, a stupid teacher lured her into the technical college.

Sawami: Huh? My academic credentials just took a nosedive?

Watching their unreliable teacher, the students of all different colors were left bewildered.

But they still had to keep smiling.

Murakami Sawami was a student at the technical college. She had powerful cursed energy, but no technique, so despite her overwhelming cursed energy, she seemed like a good-for-nothing.

Then one day, a notebook fell from the sky.

When Murakami Sawami saw it, her pupils dilated. She rushed out of the classroom without thinking and went to pick up the notebook.

The notebook had her cursed energy on it.

"Death Note?"

"A notebook of death?"

After Murakami Sawami opened the notebook, a sentence appeared in her mind: "This is mine."

The shinigami who appeared afterward confirmed that the Death Note was real.

During the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Murakami Sawami stood atop the tallest building, her eyes lowered and a crazed smile curling at her lips.

Looking down at the curses piled up below, she felt her blood boil.

"So, which one should I start with?"

The adorable-looking girl laughed with a look of madness on her face.

Gojo Satoru: How scary, how scary...

As expected of the strongest student.

In the cramped dormitory, the teenagers clinked glasses. Their faces blurred in the rising steam.

Sawami couldn't help smiling.

She thought the cruelest thing fate had done to her was the accident when she was twelve. Still, she was grateful to God for sending a ray of light into her dark life: friendship.

Their cheeks flushed pink, and with their "Happy New Year" greetings, they welcomed 2018.

2018 would be full of hope, too, right?

It would. It had to.

A few things to note! (Consider this a heads-up?)

Probably no romance, lots of friendship.

The story will follow the original plot, but I refuse to let anyone from the technical college die! I won't accept the tragedy the original story serves up!

The Shibuya Incident will be angsty!

(If you can't accept that, please don't yell at me. I don't want to spoil anything, because I think the plot is great, but I might unavoidably hit a sore spot for my lovely readers.)

Next story:

Title: I'm the Strongest at the Jujutsu Technical College with My Illusion-Crafting Technique

Blurb:

"Hey, have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"Someone's appeared who can actually counter the Six Eyes of the Gojo clan!"

"What?!"

After my first fight with Gojo Satoru, the news spread throughout the entire jujutsu world.

After that, Gojo Satoru pestered me every day, demanding a duel.

Me: ...Dude, I need to sleep, okay?!

The Bratty Cat: But how can anyone sleep twenty-five hours a day?!

Narrow-Eyes: Satoru, there are only twenty-four hours in a day.

Brown-Haired High School Girl: Gojo Satoru was probably exaggerating.

Still half asleep, I silently gave Shoko a thumbs-up: You're really good at language arts.

But duels are one thing. Why does Gojo Satoru blush whenever he talks to me?!

And Suguru Geto, don't go into my technique and do weird things! (By which I mean play video games.)

Shoko, don't go into my technique to practice surgery, either!

The story of how I, an extreme sleepyhead, somehow became the strongest at the jujutsu technical college and everyone's favorite :)

Theme: Strive to become the strongest