[Prince of Tennis] I'm Grandma Ryuzaki

A fake lolita transmigrates into the body of an old woman, while the old woman moves into her body. Well, life was already pretty dull, so there was nothing wrong with living in an old woman's body and waiting to die. But after the old woman's soul moved into her body and heard a brief account of her life, she got the idea of finding her a good man. Which of those pretty, delicate princes could be the right man for her? It's all so terribly, terribly troubling. This was supposed to be a youth-filled, passionate anime fanfic. Why has a demon appeared? Everything's a mess, all of it. So life is a struggle. Life is forced sex. Life is smiling at you while also throwing a punch... But life goes on, while I leave. Of those days gone by, is there anyone willing to take a carving knife and shape them, stroke by stroke? I'm no good at writing blurbs. Reposting an old story. Definitely a new, complicated project. I'm bringing out an old one to keep it company. To those who've read the old version: it stopped updating because of contract issues. Now that it's being reposted on JJ, I won't abandon it again.