The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 15

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"I couldn't," Saki replied honestly. "Aren't curses supposed to be exorcised by curses? I don't have curse power."

"You do," Gojo said, "Ryomen Sukuna's curse power is inside you, you just don't know how to use it." He then suggested, "How about I teach you how to use it?"

"Next time you encounter those curses, just kill them all."

He wasn't worried about Saki's safety. If she learned how to use curse power, dealing with those things would be like knocking them out with one punch.

"Okay," Saki agreed nonchalantly.

"By the way, what did the man look like? I'll send someone to find him."

"Black hair, small eyes, wearing a kasaya..." Saki recalled, "Oh, I took his kasaya. If you want it, I can give it to you later."

As Saki described him, a familiar figure appeared in Gojo's mind, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

No, it couldn't be him. He had personally killed that person.

But even though he was denying it in his mind, he still took out his phone and opened a long-forgotten photo album.

"Is this him?"

"Yes, yes, that's the guy."

Saki confirmed the person in the photo.

Although the person in the photo looked noticeably younger, even full of vitality, their appearance was no different from the guy she had met that afternoon.

"Gojo-san, do you know this person?" she asked curiously.

Gojo didn't answer, lost in his own thoughts.

"Gojo-san?" she couldn't help but call out to him.

Gojo snapped back to reality, exhaling deeply before calmly replying, "He was my only close friend."

"But he should be dead. I killed him myself last year."

Saki showed an expression of shock, her mind instantly spinning with possibilities. She wanted to ask for more details but worried she might touch a sore spot.

In the end, Gojo briefly explained the situation himself.

"He defected years ago. I killed him myself last year. When a sorcerer is killed with cursed energy, there's no chance they become a curse spirit."

"His situation is very strange. I suspect it's not him. Maybe he's some kind of curse product."

"Kiki-chan, next time you run into him, please capture him alive and notify me."

"Got it." The girl nodded readily.

The Jujutsu High School was a bit far from the city center, and by the time Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki arrived, almost an hour had passed.

By now, it was already completely dark outside.

When they found out they were called here just to dig through trash, their expressions became hard to describe.

Kugisaki was so frustrated, she almost considered murdering her teacher. She angrily scolded, "Idiot teacher, can't you do such a small thing yourself? Are you out of your mind?"

Saki got caught in the crossfire, quietly taking a step back, trying to lower her presence. Thanks to the mask, sunglasses, and a changed hairstyle, she hadn't been recognized yet.

But Gojo didn't give her a chance to stay hidden. He stepped aside, pointing at her and saying, "Hey, the Kiki you like is here. She's the one who called me over."

The implication was clear: if you're going to scold someone, start with your idol.

Saki, seeing her identity exposed, could only awkwardly speak up, "Good evening."

Kugisaki, who had been ranting a moment ago, immediately went silent, her expression changing in an instant. She quickly beamed and rushed over, "Ah, Kiki, it's really you!"

"You changed your hairstyle! It looks great! Can we take a photo together?"

"Me too, me too!" Itadori eagerly raised his hand to request.

"Of course," Saki replied with a businesslike smile. She took off her sunglasses and mask and posed for a photo with them.

Kugisaki's anger at being called out to search through trash vanished completely.

"Alright, you two go ahead and find Ryomen Sukuna's finger," Gojo Satoru reminded with a smile. "It's in the bottommost trash bag."

His Six Eyes could clearly see where the finger was.

Kugisaki was also reluctant to dig through the trash, so in the end, the task was given to the two boys. Itadori and Fushiguro climbed onto the garbage truck and, after some effort, managed to retrieve the finger.

Gojo took the finger, naturally keeping it for himself.

"Binding." From within his domain, Sukuna couldn't help but remind.

Although the plan had changed and it was unlikely to easily guide the girl into eating the finger, it still had to be kept in her possession, not anyone else's.

Saki suddenly remembered this and hesitated before speaking, "Can I have the finger?"

"What do you need the finger for?" Gojo asked, confused. "Don't tell me you want to eat it? Didn't I tell you not to eat anymore?"

"No, no, no, I won't eat it." Saki quickly waved her hand and then honestly explained the situation about the restriction.

Everyone present, except for Itadori who didn't know what the binding was, fell into silence.

"How could you casually set a pact with him?" Gojo Satoru rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

As a jujutsu sorcerer, he understood the seriousness of a restriction. Given the situation, he could only choose to let the girl keep the finger and repeatedly emphasized, "You can't eat it, absolutely can't eat it."

"I won't eat it. It's so disgusting, and even if you cook it, it won't cook properly," Saki casually commented.

"You've cooked it?" Gojo caught the key point.

Since she had cooked it before eating, it seemed it wasn't an accidental consumption. He became genuinely curious about why she had eaten the finger.

Saki's expression shifted slightly before she quickly changed the subject, "Thanks for your hard work, I'll treat you all to a meal."

"Yes, yes!" Itadori and Kugisaki immediately nodded enthusiastically.

"Don't change the subject," Gojo said with a smile.

"Mind your own business about the pretty girl stuff," Saki retorted confidently.

The group happily had their delayed dinner.

Afterward, Saki exchanged contact information with Itadori and Kugisaki and also invited them to see the "Gokudo Shojo" performance in a few days.

Jujutsu sorcerers were all very busy, and even the new students who had just enrolled could only promise to go if they had time.

Saki didn't mind at all. After waving goodbye to the four teachers and students, she returned home alone with the finger she had recovered.

She wasn't sure how to deal with this finger.

After all, it was a dangerous item, and it didn't seem appropriate to just leave it around the house. She could only consider carrying it with her, being careful not to lose it.

Maybe she could attach it to a keychain?

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