The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 59

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Mahito even helped enthusiastically.

He realized that as long as Saki and Saitama weren't hitting him, watching the siblings beat people up was actually kind of fun.

Before long, all the higher-ups were captured, tied up hand and foot, and tossed into a pile.

Saki even did a quick headcount to make sure no one was missing. Once confirmed, she cleared her throat and spoke:

"You all have two options now."

"Option one: you form a binding vow with me and promise never to lay a hand on anyone around me ever again."

"Option two: I beat you up first, then you form a binding vow with me and promise never to lay a hand on anyone around me ever again."

The higher-ups all looked at each other, unsure what to do. A few who hadn't been involved in the recent operation immediately sensed something was off.

One of them mustered up the courage to ask, "Why are you attacking the Jujutsu Headquarters all of a sudden? We didn't do anything."

Saki looked surprised for a second, then frowned and explained how the Inugane group had just been ambushed.

The room went quiet for a moment before the two factions erupted into a shouting match, blaming each other and trying to dodge responsibility.

One side accused the other of being cowardly sellouts, submitting to some snot-nosed little girl. The other fired back, calling them brainless idiots for provoking a walking nuke and dragging everyone else into their mess.

A bunch of old men, all well past fifty, turned beet red as they bickered back and forth, not giving an inch.

"Enough!" Saki shouted, holding her head in frustration.

Everyone fell silent instantly.

"I don't care whose idea it was. All I know is that every single one of you is making a binding vow today," she said seriously.

"Ki-chan, why don't you take the chance to add more stuff to the vow?" Saitama asked curiously. "Like, make sure they're not allowed to bother you again. Wouldn't that save you a lot of trouble?"

Saki turned to look at her brother and had a moment of realization. "Oh, right."

Why not just deal with everything in one go?

She immediately changed the vow's terms, got Mahito to fetch some paper and a pen, and started drafting her own list of demands.

— No hurting the Inugane group.
— No hurting the people or cursed spirits around her.
— No blaming Gojo Satoru for anything related to her.
— No damaging her residence.
— No using authority to sabotage her idol career.

She kept writing and writing. When she got to the part about her idol career, inspiration struck. She decided she deserved some compensation for all the mental distress the jujutsu higher-ups had caused her.

— Help her book the Tokyo Dome for a concert.

The company president's dream had always been to hold a concert at Tokyo Dome. Saki was famous enough for it, but she was still too young, and her agency had shady underworld ties—so they couldn't pull the strings to make it happen. So far, she hadn't been able to secure the venue.

Gojo had once mentioned that the jujutsu higher-ups had a ton of power, even enough to influence national decisions. Surely booking a concert venue was a piece of cake for them.

Once she wrote that line down, it was like a door to a whole new world had opened.

She started treating the vow list like a wish list. The jujutsu higher-ups had caused her major psychological trauma—wasn't it fair to ask for a little compensation?

Saitama peeked at what his sister was writing and couldn't help chiming in too. He added some of his own requests: rare gourmet ingredients that were usually impossible to find.

Bluefin tuna, California red abalone, Alaskan king crab...

Ten minutes later, the siblings finished their vow list—a whole page filled to the brim—and handed it over to the higher-ups folks to pass around.

"As long as you agree to this vow, I'll forgive everything that happened today," Saki said with a completely straight face.

"Yeah, hurry up and say yes, or we'll have to start beating you again," Saitama added cheerfully and threateningly.

Mahito leaned over to glance at the list and couldn't help cursing them in his head.

Humans really were even more shameless than cursed spirits!

The Jujutsu Director was the first to read the list. Just seeing all those densely packed words made his vision go dark. And once he actually read what was on it—his vision darkened again. And again.

At first, he barely managed to keep a straight face. But by the time he reached the end, the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

Seriously? Did they think he was some kind of wish-granting turtle living in a magic fountain?!

The King of the Wishing Pool... no, in the end, the Director Division gave in to Saki's demands.

They had no choice—none of them could take on the sibling duo, and the only one who maybe could, Gojo Satoru, had said he'd "go check it out" and never came back.

They could figure out with their toes that he wasn't coming back. It was obvious he was choosing to sit this one out.

So what could they do? What could they do?

Luckily, while the items on the list might've been a tall order for regular folks, for the Director Division, they really weren't that hard. Whether it was Saki's request for a concert at the Tokyo Dome, or Saitama's long list of rare ingredients—

The only thing they were kind of reluctant about was the clause saying they could never go after the girl again. But if they thought about it, they never actually stood a chance against her anyway. Every single time, all they did was get beat up.

Sure, that sounded kind of sad, but those binding vows were honestly more like a form of protection for them.

"We'll agree to all of your demands and won't lay a hand on you again—but these bindings will become void the moment Ryomen Sukuna takes over your body."

That was the only condition the head of the jujutsu world asked for in return, and Saki casually agreed.

Once everyone had locked in the binding vows, she smiled and asked who was behind the whole setup—then promptly beat up the old guys who planned it.

The list was compensation for emotional damage. The punishment? That was separate.

Not wanting to cause trouble for Ieiri, she didn't just leave after the beatdown. Instead, she had Mahito heal the old men.

Mahito had some complicated feelings about that. He was a proper, top-tier curse spirit, and now here he was—acting as a healer for humans. And not just any humans, but the higher-ups of the jujutsu world.

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