Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 5

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Teeth could grow back. A life? Not so much!

Interstice Woman bolted, trying to run.

Unfortunately for her, she was fast, but the human girl was faster.

A big hand reached out and grabbed her by the hair.

In that moment, Interstice Woman felt like she was this close to dying on the spot.

In a flash, she dropped to her knees, arms shooting up, palms spread wide—

—stack of cash right there in her hands!

The hand stopped.

The killing intent vanished.

The girl's eyes lit up.

The guy across from them froze.

For a moment, everything went silent.

After a long beat, Ikki was the first to speak.

"Sorry." She stuffed the money away at the speed of light, turned her head with a polite smile, and said, "Your school sounds great, but I'm not considering transferring."

"Eh?" Gojo blinked. "Why not?"

"Hiding your power and pretending to be normal must be exhausting."

"Besides, I don't need to learn how to exorcise cursed spirits," Ikki said as she shook Interstice Woman, now quiet as a mouse, in her hand.

'Stuff like this? One slap and it's over—what's there to learn?'

"Also, I'm already in my second year. I've only got one more year until college entrance exams. The competition's insane right now, and my grades are just average. If I've got time, I'd rather grind a few more mock tests."

Gojo: ...

"By the way, do you guys get bonus points for college entrance exams?"

Gojo : ...

Gojo Satoru, professional problem student, had never even thought about going to college: ...

This wasn't how the script was supposed to go.

As someone dedicated to growing the next generation of little apples—wait, no, as a proper teacher at Jujutsu High, Gojo Satoru had been stunned the moment he laid eyes on Ikki.

This girl had potential on par with Okkotsu Yuta, strength that could body Tamamo-no-Mae—she was basically the next Gojo 2.0 in the making!

And when he looked into her background, surprise: not from one of the Big Three clans, not from any clan at all.

Used to double as a shrine maiden on the side. Wherever she went, no cursed spirit lived to tell the tale.

She was practically the SSR he'd been dreaming of.

Gojo Satoru was hyped.

Gojo Satoru got excited.

Gojo Satoru showed up at her door that very night.

He'd imagined it all so well.

Jujutsu sorcerers dealt with cursed spirits all year round—they were problem kids, one and all.

Mentally unhinged, personalities all over the place, total loners who never fit in with anyone around them.

They were the outliers in normal society—the normal ones in the world of jujutsu.

Birds of a feather flock together.

For people like them, the jujutsu world was home.

So whenever he found a wild little jujutsu sorcerer out in the wild, nine times out of ten they'd join without a fuss.

But what he never expected—

Was that this girl actually wanted to take college entrance exams!

She wanted to study and go to university!

So normal. So painfully ordinary.

Gojo was struggling to process this.

He figured maybe there was still hope.

He thought about how she worked to support herself—and that greedy little glint in her eye just now...

Gojo said persuasively, "When jujutsu sorcerers go on missions, the pay's actually pretty generous."

Sure enough, the girl's ears twitched slightly.

"How much?"

"Well, it's usually six figures at the very least..." Gojo said casually.

S-six figures?

Damn. That was the kind of money she'd have to bust her ass working multiple part-time jobs for a whole month just to make.

And jujutsu sorcerers made that off one mission?

Ikki was shamefully tempted.

He was offering way too much.

A degree... and money...

How was she supposed to choose?

Obviously: take both!

Only kids make choices.

She was an adult now.

Ikki pressed down on Interstice Woman's head. "Teacher, just look at this cursed spirit. The way she tried to bribe me? Clearly not low-level."

"Stuff like this is totally nothing to me."

"So I think there's no need to attend Jujutsu High. With my skills, I could just jump straight into working."

"Well, that's technically possible," Gojo chuckled, "but still... people your age should be enjoying their youth."

That wasn't wrong.

Ikki agreed.

But no way was she going to downgrade her academic background just to go to some jujutsu trade school!

She gave it a quick think with her clever little brain. Then, catching sight of Interstice Woman next to her, a lightbulb went off. "I could just have my little lackey go on missions for me, and I'll keep going to high school."

Classic her.

Genius!

"...Lackey?"

Ikki slapped a hand down on Interstice Woman's shoulder. "This one right here."

"Freshly recruited, still warm, decent IQ too." She paused, then added, "Should survive a while... probably?"

Gojo: "......"

"You want a cursed spirit to exorcise other cursed spirits?"

'Girl, you really think outside the box.'

'Why didn't I think of that?'

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up like he'd discovered a whole new world, and he enthusiastically suggested they enter a binding pact between human and cursed spirit.

Interstice Woman: "......"

'Hold on. Wait. Why the hell does a cursed spirit like me have to do a jujutsu sorcerer's job?!'

'If word of this gets out, how am I ever supposed to show my face in the cursed spirit world again?!'

'Do I, Interstice Woman, not have any pride?!'

I, Interstice Woman...

...signed the pact through tears.

QAQ

The first showdown between the two powerhouses ended with Interstice Woman signing a contract to become the cursed spirit world's very first corporate slave.

Ikki was satisfied.
Gojo was thrilled.
Only Interstice Woman was completely miserable.

Interstice Woman: Sure, I'm not human, but you two are real f***ing monsters!!

In a dimly lit room, rows of folding screens stood tall all around.

Behind the screens, shadows moved faintly.

Gojo stood dead center, hands in his pockets, face full of impatience.

"Using a cursed spirit to exorcise cursed spirits?"

"Completely absurd!"

"Gojo Satoru, what the hell are you thinking?"

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