Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 4

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Unit 303—famous haunted room in the neighborhood. Three owners had died there. Seven tenants had been scared off. The place was as creepy as a graveyard. Even the neighbors had all moved away.

The landlord was stressed bald and heartbroken over it.

Even after dropping the rent again and again, no one dared move in.

But with a mortgage to pay and two kids at home, life was tight. What could he do?

He dropped the price again.

Tokyo real estate was insanely expensive, both for buying and renting, but with the price this low, some brave soul was bound to show up—and sure enough, someone came.

A girl, about sixteen or seventeen, wearing a T-shirt and long pants, flip-flops on her feet, dragging a 28-inch suitcase and carrying a massive hiking backpack.

She lifted her hand, reached into her left pocket, pulled out a crumpled stack of a few thousand yen. Then reached into her right pocket and scooped out a handful of coins.

"5, 10, 15..."

She mumbled, counting with her fingers, digging and scraping—walking poverty, basically.

But the girl was pretty. Peach blossom eyes, a cute little nose, slim waist, long legs, C-cup. Even with broke energy pouring off her, her looks were still on point.

Simply put, good-looking people—no matter how ragged or crusty—still look good.

The landlord was moved. Poor girl must've been through a lot. Life hadn't been kind. So with a grand wave of his hand, he knocked off ten yen.

Contract signed. Keys handed over. Goodbye waves exchanged.

The landlord turned around, eyes misty, heart full of emotion. Some poor sucker had finally rented the place. Even if she ran off, the deposit was non-refundable—mosquito meat's still meat!

He had no regrets.

Little did he know, the tenant was even more satisfied.

Some dumb landlord set the rent at just eighteen thousand yen a month. After deducting utilities and daily necessities, it basically rounded down to zero!

She totally scored!!!

All in all, this deal was a win-win for both sides.

She closed the door, opened the window, and set her backpack on the floor.

Grabbed a broom, tied on a headscarf.

Covered her mouth and nose, and started cleaning.

The broom in her hands swept so fast it left afterimages, dust flying everywhere off the floor.

Thinking about the peaceful little life ahead, Ikki cleaned with extra enthusiasm.

And just as she finished bagging up the last bit of trash, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Ikki blinked in confusion.

Who the heck?

She'd just gotten here—didn't know anyone at all.

Who'd be looking for her?

A neighbor, maybe?

Puzzled, she opened the door.

Lifted her head.

"Yo~"

The visitor raised a paw and showed eight teeth.

Ikki: ......

Σ(っ°Д °;)っ What the hell?!

Why was that strong-willed white-haired mop-head from the subway standing at her door?!!

"Wow, you sure weren't easy to find."

The young man's tone was light and casual, the end of his sentence slightly lilting.

He came just for her?

Ikki's expression sharpened in an instant. They'd only just met on the Shinkansen, and he managed to show up at her door right after?

He must be pretty damn capable!

Better take him seriously.

First things first—ask who he was.

"You are?"

"Gojo Satoru," the young man introduced himself. "Homeroom teacher at Jujutsu High."

Ikki: ...?

"Jujutsu High... homeroom teacher?"

"Yep yep."

"So you're here for..." She thought about it, trying to piece it together, then hesitantly asked, "Recruitment?"

"Bing-go~"

"Correct!"

"One point for Ikki-chan~~"

Ikki: "......"

I was all geared up for some intense mental chess, a back-and-forth, high-stakes showdown... and you're just here for student recruitment?

That was... unexpected.

Ikki was about to say something—

Then suddenly, she felt something strange on her thigh.

She looked down—only to be met with a ghostly pale face.

Ikki: ...

..................

Interstice Woman*: a pseudo-wraith-level cursed spirit, extreme social anxiety sufferer of the jujutsu world. Didn't like killing people, didn't like eating them either. All she loved was gossip.

(*fictional ghost of this fic, closer to Sadako than Kuchisake-onna)

But too much of a good thing was still too much. After a few hundred years of eavesdropping, one day she just got sick of it.

She wanted peace and quiet.

So she found this house.

Someone had died in it. It had been empty for months. No jujutsu sorcerers. No noise. Interstice Woman was satisfied. She planned to stay long-term.

She killed three or four people. Scared off seven or eight neighbors. Finally, she got the long silence she'd been craving.

But humans always gotta push their luck.

That day, a girl showed up.

No cursed energy, no supernatural power, just radiating amateur hour from head to toe.

Surely she'd run off screaming the moment she saw anything weird.

That girl was cleaning.

And humming while doing it!

Totally unafraid of death!

Interstice Woman crawled out from the cracks.

At the same time, the doorbell rang.

She picked a good angle. Got into position.

The human girl opened the door again.

Backlit, a young man stood there. The two of them started chatting away.

Interstice Woman locked onto her target. She was in a great mood—looked like today's human snack came with a free bonus.

A two-for-one deal!

What a feast!

Interstice Woman kicked back with all four limbs, jaw stretching half the length of her head. Like an arrow released from a bow, she launched herself straight at the girl!

I, Interstice Woman, shall devour two today!

...

Three seconds later.

Interstice Woman lost her teeth.

Interstice Woman: !!!

What the actual hell!

A shock that would haunt Interstice Woman for the next hundred years!

Weren't human girls supposed to be soft and squishy, easy to knock over, and go crunch in one bite?!

What the hell was that—tougher than steel-reinforced concrete by a thousand times?!

As one of the few cursed spirits with actual brains...

Interstice Woman immediately realized—uh-oh, she'd messed with the wrong one!

If she didn't escape now, she'd be toasted in the next second.

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