Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 6

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"If that cursed spirit loses control, do you have any idea how many people could die?"

'Agh, a bunch of old oranges. All they do is run their mouths.'

'So damn annoying.'

"That kind of thing's not gonna happen."

"Ikki made a binding pact with the pseudo-wraith. If the cursed spirit disobeys her orders or harms a human, it'll die instantly."

Gojo said that with a casual flick of his lips. "Besides, Interstice Woman is one of the rare cursed spirits that actually has intelligence."

"If this works, the number of sorcerer casualties in the future could be drastically reduced."

"I mean, no matter how you look at it, this is a win-win situation." He spread his hands. "Seriously, you're all this old already. Maybe try keeping up with the times?"

"Intelligence?" someone snapped from behind the screen. "If a cursed spirit with intelligence is discovered, it should be detained immediately!"

"Interstice Woman belongs to the jujutsu world, to sorcerers—not to some nobody who doesn't even have jujutsu!"

"And you let her live among regular people."

"Can you guarantee she won't harm them?"

"Can you guarantee she won't turn against the jujutsu world?"

"If Interstice Woman is unacceptable, then Tsukishima Ikki must be placed under jujutsu surveillance!"

The smile on Gojo's face started to fade.

'These old oranges... seriously didn't know their place.'

'Give them a bit of sunshine and they shine like they own it.'

'The moment the wind shifts, they panic like it's the end of the world.'

'Honestly—why were these guys still alive?'

'Trying to rob young people of their youth? Unforgivable.'

'Looks like he really couldn't let his guard down with this bunch—'

Wait. Suddenly, a flash of memory from the Shinkansen crossed Gojo's mind...

The image of his dear friend's "delicate body" collapsing to the ground.

He fell silent for a few seconds.

"If that's how it is," Gojo said with his hands still in his pockets, sounding totally unbothered, "then go ahead. Try it."

"Of course—"

"Don't push it too far."

His sunglasses slid down, revealing a pair of icy blue eyes. "After all, Ikki-chan counts as my student now."

"Well then, I'll take my leave." With that, he turned and walked away.

Leaving behind a group of puzzled old men.

Wasn't Gojo Satoru being way too agreeable this time?

Still, since he said he wouldn't interfere, then that pseudo-wraith cursed spirit, Interstice Woman—they were definitely claiming her.

As for that so-called Heavenly Restriction Tsukishima Ikki?

Just a random with no cursed energy.

Not even a descendant of any known sorcerer clan.

At most, a seventeen-year-old high schooler—at best, maybe on par with Zen'in Maki.

If she managed to subdue a Grade 1 cursed spirit, it had to be because Gojo Satoru stepped in somehow.

This would be a piece of cake to take care of!

The higher-ups were completely confident.

Meanwhile, Gojo pulled out his phone, glanced at a particularly flattering photo of his dear friend, and, in a great mood, sent a message to the girl named Ikki:

[Ikki-chan, your first mission's here~]

Let's see it—
The real power hidden inside you.

What was the most important thing on your first day of work?

Leaving people with a well-behaved yet capable impression.

Looking well-behaved meant you were harmless—put your peers at ease.

Acting capable kept your boss happy—earned you bonus points.

That was the golden rule of being a proper corporate minion.

With prices skyrocketing and overachievers running wild out there, landing a chill job these days was no easy feat.

There was tuition in the front, bills chasing you from behind.

No matter how fat your stash was, if it was all in and no out, you'd go broke sooner or later.

So a job like this—just some errands and a little hands-on stuff, and the pay was decent? Absolute dream.

That was why Ikki pulled an all-nighter to give Sukima Onna a makeover.

Pale skin? No problem—foundation fixed that.

Messy hair? Wash and straighten.

Black blazer, long pants, and a pair of oversized sunglasses.

Boom. Certified cool girl~

Pretty sure she was about to bring in major cash on the daily!

That was her girl!

Just look—Sukima Onna was so touched she cried.

Makeover? Check. Now it was time for staff training.

"Sukima-chan," Ikki slung an arm around Sukima Onna's neck like they were besties.

Sukima Onna immediately shuddered.

'W-What's going on?'

Then she heard the human girl speak, tone deep and heartfelt, "Starting today, you're no longer just some random cursed spirit."

'I was never just some random cursed spirit to begin with!'

"You're a working, salaried, independent-thinking cursed spirit!"

"Your peers are still out there without homes, without cars, roaming around, getting sliced by sorcerers or scaring regular people into screaming fits. No tomorrow in sight."

Sukima Onna: ...Isn't that normal cursed spirit life?

"But!" the girl's tone flipped, rising with passion. "You're different!"

"You're on the books! Legit, on the grid!"

"You'll be the first cursed spirit in history to earn a salary. With spiritual rights!"

"You can buy a car, a house, clothes, all kinds of makeup!"

"You can eat duck today, crayfish tomorrow, curry rice the day after—365 days, 365 different meals."

"You can even hire sorcerers! Hire curse users!"

"Imagine—sorcerers giving you back rubs, leg massages, waist support!"

"Talk about prestige! Talk about envy!"

"Special grade curses calling you daddy!"

"Low-level ones dropping to their knees in worship!"

"Isn't that way better than eating human flesh?!"

"What's so great about human meat, anyway? Only the unthinking, underdeveloped, low-level spirits still do that!"

"As a high-level cursed spirit, you've got to have higher pursuits!"

"No ambition? Then you're just a dried-up fish on land!!!"

That speech—hit straight to the soul, shook her core.

Sukima Onna's worldview got flipped, her heart thrown into chaos, blood pumping like wildfire.

And just like that, a blazing fire ignited in her eyes!

'I, Sukima Onna, will be the first cursed spirit in history to make jujutsu sorcerers massage my legs and waist—and make special-grade curses kneel and call me daddy!!'

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