I transmigrated.
Just as I was rubbing my hands together, ready to step back into Jujutsu High, save the world, and become the god of a new age...
The classmates waiting to greet me were
1. Shoko Ieiri, casually smoking like it was perfectly normal.
2. Suguru Geto, who hadn't defected yet, also perfectly normal.
3. A fifteen-year-old member of the mastermind squad, cheerful and sunny, wearing a black coat, one eye wrapped in bandages, and hanging himself.
...Huh???
**
I transmigrated again.
Just as I was about to save Oda Sakunosuke and bring the protagonist, who was still suffering, back from the orphanage, I stepped right into the □□ building. Waiting to greet me were
1. Chuuya Nakahara, on his way to clock in, perfectly normal.
2. Ryunosuke Akutagawa, heading out on a business trip to carry out a mission, perfectly normal.
3. The strongest white-haired guy, carrying sweets and planning to clock off at ten in the morning, even though he'd arrived at nine.
...Is this right???
**
I transmigrated yet again.
Just when I'd decided to lie flat and stop looking, the roommate I had no idea where I'd found suddenly died.
I took a closer look.
It was Dazai.
I looked again, and the people who rushed over to me were
1. A tiny black figure whose face, from head to toe, was completely impossible to make out.
2. Ran Mouri, wearing a purely polite smile as she crushed a knife swung at her into scraps of paper with her bare hands.
3. Conan, quickly examining the crime scene.
I silently looked down at Osamu Dazai. Dazai, bleeding from the mouth, opened his eyes and looked back at me.
Him: ...
Me: ...
Me: You'd better keep pretending to be dead. I'm afraid to move.
Core message: Eat well and save the world
