Hanae Hanazono thought that after transmigrating, getting a System, awakening a Stand, and fighting DIO in Egypt, nothing could surprise her anymore. Then she transmigrated again and found two little girls who had been abused.
Hanae Hanazono: Huh? I'm raising kids? Seriously?
To earn enough to support her family, Hanae Hanazono took jobs wherever she could. She sold flowers at a shop during the day and worked the register at a convenience store at night. Occasionally, she smacked around some chuuni kids who wouldn't stop spouting feudal customs. Lounging on the sofa, eating the little cookies Mrs. Fushiguro next door had brought over, and enjoying massages from the two sisters, Hanae Hanazono felt that life was wonderful.
But the good times didn't last. The people she met while delivering food as a side job began turning up at her door, claiming she was an extremely rare case of Heavenly Restriction and inviting her to join Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Hanae Hanazono only wanted to find Brain and live a peaceful life: Is it possible that I'm really not a sorcerer?
This story could also be called [I Work Myself to the Bone So I Can Retire Early] [What Doesn't Kill Me Only Makes Me Stronger]
I wanted to try writing a silly, satisfying story. Anyway, the logic goes flying out the window, and the protagonist steamrolls everything in her path.
Theme: There's nothing a dose of healing can't fix. If one isn't enough, have another.
"In the first five seconds, Kakyoin Hotaru Noogan..." This is a big bug for the author~
It's so refreshing. Just dip it in beans and enjoy it.
Good! What you hit is a rotten orange!
Where can I find someone who watches both Jojo and Curse 😭