The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 31

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The two worlds were pretty different.

Her world didn't have cursed spirits, but it was full of weird monsters. That's why the profession of 'hero' was born. Heroes were responsible for defeating those monsters and protecting people. It was kinda like what jujutsu sorcerers did, except heroes were out in the public eye.

Overall, this world was more peaceful. Here, if you were lucky, you might live your whole life without ever running into a cursed spirit—and even if you did, it rarely caused mass casualties.

Over there, the news basically reported monster attacks every single day. Large-scale disasters weren't even rare.

"The heroes in your world... they're not all as strong as you and your brother, right?" Gojo asked, super curious.

"No way. My brother is the strongest—he can take down even the highest-threat-level monsters with a single punch," Saki said proudly. "I'm not as strong as him, but I still haven't met anyone stronger than me."

Gojo got the picture. So these siblings were basically Super Saiyans in their own world.

Man, it was a shame he couldn't go check it out.

During breakfast, he kept asking questions about her world, and didn't even get around to the actual reason he came until they were about to head out to the Jujutsu Headquarters.

His three days of back-and-forth with them had finally led to this outcome:

"The higher-ups agreed to stop interfering with your normal life, but on the condition that I'm now in charge of supervising you."

"What? You're supervising me?" Saki was stunned.

"That's what they say, but come on, I'm super busy," Gojo shrugged. "It basically means I have to take responsibility for whatever happens. If you ever lose control, I'm supposed to risk my life to stop you."

"Also, so I can respond right away if something goes off with you, I'll be moving into the apartment downstairs. We're neighbors now!"

Saki: "......"

"Alright then," she said. She didn't actually mind him moving in downstairs—after all, it was pretty clear he was on her side.

"So, since all that's settled, what exactly are we doing today?" she asked.

"Well, they're not entirely happy with this result. They still want you to agree to some binding restriction to restrict your actions," Gojo explained casually. "I didn't agree to that, so they probably just want to try convincing you directly."

"What kind of binding restriction?"

"A restriction like promising you'll never attack any jujutsu higher-ups members again."

"Nope, not happening. The most I'll promise is that I won't be the one to start anything," Saki refused to dig her own grave.

"Exactly. So just reject them when they bring it up. They can't actually do anything to you," Gojo said with a grin.

Truth was, the higher-ups couldn't do a thing to her. They'd spent the last three days just trying to pressure him into stepping in. As long as Saki stood her ground, they'd eventually have to back off.

"Got it," Saki nodded in understanding.

Half an hour later, the two of them arrived at Jujutsu Headquarters.

Gojo drove straight in, and as they passed the gate, Saki rolled down the window to greet the guard with a cheerful and polite wave.

"Morning, Mister Security Guard! Thanks again for helping me get those guys to the hospital last time!"

The guard: "......"

Please don't say that—people will think I'm your accomplice!

"You really are something..." Gojo had no idea what to say anymore. He could only sigh from the heart. "Ah, youth. So full of energy every day."

"You don't look much older than me though," Saki said, glancing over at him.

"I only look young because I'm so ridiculously good-looking. I'm actually twenty-eight," Gojo said with a grin.

"Wait, what? You've gotta be kidding!" Saki looked genuinely shocked.

They kept chatting casually until Gojo suddenly pulled the car to a stop and motioned for her to hop out. Then he led her toward the meeting room.

Not the dim one filled with folding screens—they were heading into a proper, bright, and spacious conference room.

That had been Gojo's specific request.

By the time they walked in, the room was already full. Technically, they were late, but nobody present dared to say a word about it.

Saki glanced around. Most of the faces were familiar.

—They were all people she'd beaten up.

Which made things kind of awkward. But as a public figure, keeping a good expression was a basic skill. So, under all the stares, she simply put on her best professional idol smile.

"Yo! Sorry to keep you all waiting."

Gojo didn't bother explaining why they were late. He casually greeted the group, then took Saki to the seats reserved for them.

The meeting officially began.

The person in charge launched into a long, drawn-out speech about the dangers of Ryomen Sukuna, how catastrophic it would be if he were released, and why jujutsu laws existed and had to be upheld.

It was incredibly boring.

Saki was trying not to yawn. She kept her face composed like she was paying attention, but mentally she had already checked out and gone on a full vacation.

Gojo didn't even pretend. He laid his head on the table and went right to sleep.

After nearly thirty minutes of droning, the speaker finally stopped and asked, "Miss Saki, may we hear your thoughts?"

Suddenly being called on, Saki snapped back to reality, completely lost, "Huh? That was the end?"

It was painfully obvious she hadn't been listening at all.

People who'd held power for a long time didn't usually handle being ignored very well. The room filled with sour expressions.

They still remembered all too clearly the beating from three days ago. None of them dared to outright scold her—but staying silent also made them look weak. So the room fell into an awkward silence.

Then one guy, thinking he was being clever, turned his sights on Gojo. He slammed the table and yelled in a thinly veiled attack, "Gojo Satoru! Do you think this is a place to sleep?"

He thought he was being smart—Gojo wouldn't actually beat up a high-ranking officer over something this petty. Maybe in his younger days, but not anymore. He had too much responsibility now.

The loud slap on the table snapped Saki out of her daze. She wasn't stupid—she knew they were trying to get at her through Gojo.

And she wasn't the type to just let things slide. She slammed her hand on the table too.

"What the hell are you yelling for?!"

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