The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 20

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"Don't worry. If anything actually goes wrong, I know someone who can use Reversed Cursed Technique." Gojo hesitated for a second, wondering if he should just call Ieiri Shoko over. But thinking about the siblings' physical durability, he figured even if something did happen, they'd be fine for a while—so he let it go.

Soon, someone came by to collect a small slice of the cake.

Everyone waited in serious silence for the test results. They thought it would take a while, but surprisingly, just half an hour later, the results—or at least a partial result—came back.

—The cake was poisoned. Multiple types of poison. They'd already confirmed a large amount of potassium cyanide.

Gojo shared the result with the siblings.

The two of them let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Damn, I thought someone had spit in it or something," Saitama said with feeling.

"Right? Thank god it was just poison." Saki nodded along. "No wonder it tasted bitter and tingly. I thought the ingredients were just stale."

As they spoke, they casually picked up their half-eaten cake and continued eating.

"You're still eating that?" Gojo was shook.

"Can't waste food. It's just a little poison, whatever," Saki said, totally chill. "But you probably shouldn't eat it."

Gojo Satoru: "......"

He decided to take back what he said earlier about them not looking like siblings. These two were definitely related.

"Well... as long as you're happy," he gave up trying to reason through it.

These two had to be Super Saiyans or something.

Come to think of it, he wouldn't go down easily from poison either. Reversed Cursed Technique could detox his system. But that didn't mean he'd go around eating clearly poisoned food.

"Looks like someone really is trying to kill you. That cursed spirit attacked you out of nowhere the other day too."

"Maybe they want Sukuna dead? No, wait—they're still collecting Sukuna's fingers, so that can't be it."

"Hold on. What if what happened to Yuji wasn't an accident..."

Gojo started seriously piecing things together.

Meanwhile, the siblings stared at him, pretending to listen seriously—but neither of them stopped eating their cake. It was like the whole thing had nothing to do with them.

Saki even had the spare brainpower to pick out the kiwi slices she didn't like and offer them to her brother.

Saitama didn't like kiwi either, so he just lifted his plate and silently rejected the offering.

At that, Gojo finally snapped. "You two... at least try to think about this seriously."

He was usually the most laid-back one on the team, but hanging out with these two weirdos actually made him seem like the responsible one.

Not that he was actually irresponsible—it's just that his attitude was always super casual, which made him seem unreliable. But with these two around, he got forced into the role of the sensible one.

"It's gotta be those four guys from the sushi place," Saki quickly shared her theory. "Next time we run into them, we'll grab them and ask."

"Yep. Just beat them all up next time," Saitama agreed.

Now that was a direct and simple solution.

Gojo took a deep breath and decided to roll with it. Yeah, why overthink it? Just beat up whoever showed up next.

That said, he already had a sneaking suspicion about what was really going on.

—Itadori Yuji had been chosen as Ryomen Sukuna's vessel on purpose. Saki getting incarnated was a fluke. Now they were trying to fix that mistake.

Thankfully, their "mistake" was basically a Super Saiyan.

Now that he thought about it, that was actually kinda comforting.

Super comforting.

After the brother and sister finished eating that highly toxic cake, Gojo tried once again to teach the girl how to use cursed energy.

Saitama didn't leave. On one hand, it wasn't convenient to return to his world in front of others, and on the other hand, he was interested in cursed energy and wanted to learn too.

The two siblings sat side by side, listening to the lesson, and then they wasted two hours together.

—Neither of them learned anything.

"Why is this so hard?" Saki complained, frustrated. "It shouldn't be this way. How could I not learn? I'm so smart."

"I didn't learn either, so it's probably not our problem," Saitama said confidently.

As they spoke, they both looked toward Gojo, and their meaning was clear.

—Isn't the problem how you're teaching us?

Gojo's mouth twitched. He spoke grumpily to Saitama, "It's normal that you can't learn. You don't even have cursed energy."

"Right," Saki remembered this and immediately fished out her keys, taking off Sukuna's finger from them. "How about you eat a finger, too, big brother? Then you'd have cursed energy."

"Sure," Saitama reached out to grab the finger.

Gojo quickly stopped him, exasperated, and said, "You two, don't make things more complicated. And Kiki-chan, don't forget the pact you made with Sukuna. You're clearly violating it now."

"Alright." Saki reluctantly put the finger back.

"How about you try going into actual combat? Maybe you'll learn it there," Gojo thought for a moment and suggested. "I'll take you with me next time I go on a mission."

"Sounds good, but it'll be a while." Saki nodded in agreement. "I have an ad shoot in a couple of days. I'll have time after that."

"Okay." Gojo nodded and made a note of it.

Because he had other things to do, he turned down Saki's dinner invitation and quickly left in the late afternoon.

After Gojo left, Saitama returned to his own world, and Saki happily went out to get her nails done because she suddenly felt that her pink nails didn't match her new hair color.

Three hours later, she was done.

"After learning for so long, you can't even refine cursed energy, and you still have the mood to do such a pointless thing?" Sukuna couldn't hold back and mocked her.

Saki had just finished her nails, in a great mood, and wasn't angry at all. She casually asked, "How's it pointless? Don't you think it looks good?"

She showed him her hand. Her fingers were long and pale as jade, and the new nails were shiny and pretty. It looked great, no matter how you looked at it.

Ryomen Sukuna, of course, thought it looked good. His taste was actually normal, but he found beauty itself meaningless.

Just as he was about to express this opinion, the girl cut off the conversation with one sentence.

"Don't talk to me if you have no taste."

Ryomen Sukuna: "..."

Sukuna was once again irritated, but surprisingly not that angry. Maybe it was because he was getting used to being irritated every day.

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