The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 11

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"Let's go, I'll take you back." Gojo, however, was in a good mood.

Saki stood up and followed.

On the way back, Gojo reminded the girl of a few things.

"Don't let Sukuna out again. That guy is more dangerous than you think; he could wipe out everyone around him in just one second."

"Also, stop eating Sukuna's fingers. If you keep doing it, you might lose control and let Sukuna's soul take over."

"You're really strong, but if Sukuna successfully takes over your body, everyone's done for. You really need to be careful."

Logic told Gojo that he should just kill the girl right away to avoid any uncontrollable situations in the future. But he couldn't bring himself to take away someone's youth like that.

"I got it." Saki obediently responded, though in reality, she wasn't concerned about the issue at all.

"By the way, satisfy my curiosity." Gojo suddenly asked with a smile. "Why are you so strong? Is it natural?"

"Nope, I got this strong through my own effort." As soon as the topic came up, the girl immediately became proud and explained, "I used to get sick all the time when I was a kid. I'd be out of breath just running 400 meters. Later, I worked out with my older brother and kept at it for three years to get stronger."

"What kind of training? You can go from barely running 400 meters to being this strong in just three years?" Gojo Satoru was shocked.

"It was really hard training, stuff ordinary people wouldn't be able to keep up with," Saki answered seriously.

"Can you tell me about it?" Gojo asked, now also serious. He was already thinking, if there really was such a method, he'd have to teach it to his students.

Saki didn't hold back and generously shared, "Every day, 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 squats, 5 kilometers of running, and the most important thing—no air conditioning, no matter how hot it is."

Silence filled the air.

"Are you joking with me?" After a moment, Gojo couldn't help but ask.

Saki rolled her eyes at him and seriously added, "I'm not kidding. If you have more perseverance than me, like my brother, and double all the training, you could get even stronger."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

No, this had to be a joke.

He'd already been doing more intense training at eight years old, and what kind of training didn't include air conditioning in the summer?

"How is that even possible? That's not reasonable. Unless your family has some hidden bloodline." Gojo speculated randomly. "Like a Super Saiyan bloodline, where it awakens at a certain age."

"Nope." Saki didn't hide her disbelief. "What's unreasonable about it? If you put in the effort, you'll see results. Don't you think you can improve your physical strength through training?"

"I can improve my physical strength through training, but..." Gojo began to argue.

"There you go." Saki interrupted him. "I trained, so I got stronger. I kept at it for three years, and now I'm this strong."

"Where's the problem? There's no problem. This is all thanks to my effort."

Gojo: "..."

Of course there was a problem! How could there not have been?

Training could enhance physical strength, but there had to be a limit, right? Your body's strength had already gone beyond the human range.

Just then, the car reached its destination.

Saki wasn't interested in arguing any further, so she quickly opened the car door and got out. It was already late, and she needed to get back to sleep for her beauty rest—staying up late was a big no-no for her.

"I've got to get some sleep, thanks for telling me all this today," she said seriously, then left without a second glance.

Gojo sat silently in the car, contemplating life. After a while...

Hmm, maybe I should have everyone give it a try?

Because she was super serious about her sleep, Saki still chose to sleep after learning all these things. The next morning, she told Saitama everything.

After hearing everything, Saitama didn't think it was a big deal. He calmly said, "It's fine. If anyone gives you trouble, just fight back."

"Fighting back is fine, but I'm worried it'll affect my career," Saki still couldn't help but worry about that.

She wasn't worried about her safety. After all, if anyone stronger than her showed up, she could always call her older brother for help.

"Well, worrying about it now doesn't help. You'll deal with it when the trouble actually shows up," Saitama comforted, patting his sister on the head.

Saki thought about it for a moment and realized he was right. She immediately shook off her worries and cheerfully asked, "Genos, is breakfast ready? I'm so hungry."

That was just how an optimist works—once a problem was out of sight, they could instantly feel happy again.

"Coming." Genos, who had been busy in the kitchen, quickly brought the breakfast to the table.

The three of them sat down to eat together.

Suddenly, Genos remembered something and curiously asked, "Miss Kiki, who gave you that finger you ate? Was it on purpose?"

Saki froze, as did Saitama.

It had been eight whole days since she ate the finger, and the oblivious siblings never even thought to investigate who had done it.

"Ah, I'll investigate as soon as I get back! I want to find the culprit and make them pay!" Saki immediately got angry.

Once breakfast was over, she rushed back to her apartment and called her boss, Inugane Onimanjiro.

"Boss, boss, I need you to investigate someone."

She didn't mention eating the finger but said she was scared by the finger and wanted to find out who had intentionally frightened her.

Inugane, understanding the request, immediately ordered his subordinates to investigate.

He always did anything for the girl, partly because of her strength, which had once knocked him out, and partly because Saki had become a popular idol.

Having reached middle age, he had suddenly developed a passion for cultivating idols and had thrown all his energy into it. He was not only the company president but also the producer and lyricist. He was absolutely dedicated to the industry.

Saki was his most proud project, so he complied with her requests without hesitation.

As a member of a Yakuza, Inugane Group was also very capable when it came to investigations. Through the surveillance cameras at the entrance, they found the person who delivered the finger. They traced back through the delivery to find the mastermind by that afternoon, and they brought the person to the company.

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