Jujutsu World Establishment After Defeating the Boss Ch. 8
"It is indeed my dream for everyone to enroll!" Satoru approached Sukuna and enthusiastically explained as a host, "Sukuna-chan, you may not know an important rule in our world..."
Yuji, who also had little knowledge of the world of sorcery, pricked up his ears and heard a term that he was too familiar with — "compulsory education".
Yuji's eyes instantly turned into small dots again.
He must have heard it correctly, right?
Seeing Sukuna's expression of "what the hell were you talking about", Satoru became even more excited, "After all, this is a modern civilized society. The jujutsu world has the obligation to provide the best education for jujutsu students. Yuji, as a subject of compulsory education in the jujutsu world, you can not only enter school for free, but also eat, drink and live for free! Isn't it awesome!"
"Wow!!!" Yuji's eyes widened.
"There will be huge bonuses for completing tasks in the future!" Satoru lowered his head slightly and looked at his student excitedly.
"Wow!!!" The stars in Yuji's eyes became brighter, almost blinding Sukuna's eyes.
Sukuna, who lacked common sense about the jujutsu world and modern society, gradually became skeptical.
"After all, there are really few wild sorcerers!" Satoru happily made a 'V' sign with Yuji, and then explained a few more words to Sukuna, "After all, the inheritance of sorcerers comes from blood relations, and most sorcerers are from a family and are locked up in the family every day."
"But, aren't you the strongest here?" Sukuna didn't care about the future of the sorcery world at all, but she had a question, so she asked it out, "Who doesn't want to worship under the strongest?"
Even if she was a demon cultivator, if she openly said that she wanted to accept a disciple, even the righteous cultivators would come to ask secretly. If she agreed, those righteous cultivators would come to join her without hesitation.
This sentence was an affirmation of the strongest self, and in Satoru's ears, it was a full affirmation of himself.
Satoru suddenly felt that the clouds had cleared up and he was fine again, and the soft big cat swelled up instantly.
Taking advantage of Sukuna's lack of hostility, he swaggered in front of Sukuna and said, "Sukuna-chan, I'm the best. Do you want to be my student?"
Because she had never heard such arrogant words in her life, Sukuna seriously suspected that her ears were broken.
Then, her eyes, as calm as a pool of blood, narrowed slightly, stirring up waves of murderous intent, and subconsciously wanted to crush the other person who spoke arrogantly into powder.
But Sukuna pondered when she thought of something.
Under the terrifying gaze of Yuji and Yaga, Sukuna actually looked at Satoru carefully, as if an old lady in the supermarket looked at whether a piece of pork was fat and lean, and evaluated whether it was delicious.
Satoru, who was originally joking, was completely high.
Thinking of the wonderful scene of the thousand-year King of Curses following behind him and calling him teacher, coming and going at his beck and call, Satoru was like a cat that had eaten catnip, and the whole person had a sense of ecstasy from the inside out.
The external manifestation of this excitement was that Satoru was like a peacock spreading its tail, trying to show himself.
"You will never suffer any loss or be fooled if you become my student."
"Sukuna-chan, I can teach you a lot of things!"
"I am good at picking daifuku, kicking the can, drawing joker cards, etc."
Although Yaga wanted to beat up a guy who still couldn't figure it out in a serious situation, Sukuna didn't understand Satoru's last sentence at all, so she didn't care much.
She walked in front of Satoru, her face less casual.
She stared straight at the overly tall Satoru in front of her, the orange-gold light danced in her crimson eyes, and the thick light and shadow rendered her cheeks with layers of light and dark changes.
"At least I am serious at this moment."
With her faint smile, her facial features became more and more bright and sharp.
She approached him little by little, and the surface heat and deep indifference in her eyes blended together, bringing a sense of oppression that was about to come.
She rarely had a strong interest in something, but Satoru happened to have one.
Her greed and desire were like the magma surging underground, surging and straightforward.
"If you give me the technique that can't touch you, I can reluctantly accept you as my sixth disciple."
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