Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 9

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Anything that happened in 2D was perfectly normal!

As for her? She was a Saiyan.

Calm like still water, but once she moved...

She could lap the Earth a few times easy.

Even slowed down, her speed was still way out of reach for a regular person.

So how was a blind man supposed to keep up?!

This was her assessment, okay.

It was about her precious side income!

If the examiner couldn't see her performance, then pulling off fancy moves would be pointless.

After thinking it through, Ikki quickly came up with the best solution:

She'd just carry the examiner with her to the battlefield. Problem solved!

Saving time and effort aside, it also let her show off her raw strength and lightning-fast speed in a very subtle way.

Clear thinking. Flawless logic.

That's our girl.

Ikki explained with full confidence, "The forest is thick with fog, and since Teacher Gojo, you've got issues with your eyes, and I'm just a teensy bit fast... if we're not careful, we could get separated real easy."

"So, just bear with it for now."

And with that, the 168cm-tall girl dove straight into the forest, carrying the 190cm-tall man curled up in her arms like a snuggly teddy bear.

She moved like a comet. Blink and they were gone.

All that was left for Ijichi and the others was a swirling cloud of dust.

Ijichi: ......

System crashed. Reboot failed.

Gojo Satoru. Carried. Like. A. Princess.

Gojo Satoru got princess-carried!!

The demon lord Gojo Satoru got princess-carried!!!

Ijichi was going to be emotionally damaged for a whole year!!

Even Gojo didn't see this coming.

This was him we were talking about—Gojo Satoru, stomper of cursed spirits, puncher of sorcerers, trashtalker of the higher-ups, and part-time babysitter to his students.

Universally acknowledged as the strongest.

He'd seen it all.

Except... being princess-carried. That was a first.

But then again, this was Gojo Satoru.

A man as wild as the wind, with a god-tier thought process. If he had to cross-dress, he'd do it smiling, strike seven or eight poses, and still look good doing it.

In short: zero shame.

So after freezing for a solid three seconds, he fully leaned into the moment and enjoyed the ride.

He even looked kinda cheerful. "Turn left up ahead."

"Whoa, was that a rabbit?!"

"Go right, go right~"

"Teacher, stop giving random directions!"

"Trust me, I'm never wrong. I'm the strongest."

"But we've already passed this spot once!"

"Really? That's hilarious. Let's go straight this time."

"Charge, Pikachu~~!"

"Gogogoooo~~~"

Ikki: ......

She really wanted to throw him off just now. :）

The trees on either side zipped by so fast they blurred into lines.

Wind howled past their ears as Ikki held Gojo tight, tearing through the forest, splashing across streams, leaping over wild beasts...

Then, a sudden stop.

They came face-to-face with someone in the narrowest of paths.

That familiar fringe. Those tiny squinty eyes.

That oversized robe. That half-up bun.

That aura of pure middle school edginess, screaming "I'm gonna overthrow the world."

Oh dang. It's you.

The so-called "Master" who exposed her secret identity.

Across from them, the Master spotted them too.

At first, he looked surprised—then his expression turned... weird.

Wait, was Satoru still not fully healed from last time?

Why was he seeing his old buddy, all snuggled up and being held bridal-style by some girl?

Satoru was so tall, all you could see were his legs sticking out.

And he looked... totally okay with it?

Ew.

Gojo Satoru had officially stopped being a human being.

Geto looked disgusted. Then calmly took out his phone and snapped a pic on the spot.

The flash went off, and Gojo grinned while throwing up a peace sign.

Geto: "......"

No shame at all about being princess-carried?

Yep, still the king of shameless—Gojo Satoru won again.

No way to top that.

GEto put away his phone and said lazily, "Didn't think I'd run into you here, Satoru."

Gojo shot back, "Yo, Suguru, your back all healed up?"

He looked bright-eyed and chipper as ever, pulling out his phone. "Look, look, my new lockscreen."

"Hahaha, I crack up every time I see it."

With his perfect eyesight, Geto instantly caught the image on the screen.

There it was—him, sprawled dramatically on the ground like a "wilted flower," eyes dull and lifeless.

It was that photo from the Shinkansen. The ultimate blackmail material.

And to make it worse, Gojo had added a zoomed-in close-up of his face in the corner.

Those dead eyes, the half-open mouth, that "I've lost all will to live" look.

Suguru's face instantly cycled through white, red, black—like a whole rainbow flashing by. A true spectacle.

Even if Geto murdered and burned and never did a good thing in his life—

Even if he formed shady alliances and committed to being a full-blown villain—

Even if he was a hardcore Team Goose* member!

(*a nickname for Geto Suguru, comes from a phonetic play on his surname. Team Goose = fans/supporters of Geto Suguru.)

Still! He had his pride!

If that photo ever leaked?

As the leader of Star Religious Group, how would he show his face again?

How would he even stay relevant in the criminal underworld?

Once upon a time, sorcerers spoke of him in hushed tones, with fear and trembling.

He was the jujutsu's you-know-who.

But if this picture got out?

They'd only be laughing. Hard.

Just imagining it...

Geto's face turned green.

Enough.

Time to throw hands.

He let out a cold laugh, swung his left sleeve, and summoned a row of cursed spirits. A flick of his right hand—another wave of curses rose up.

His overwhelming cursed energy shot up like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky.

Invisible pressure rippled through the air, sending birds scattering in every direction.

Countless curses stood behind him like an army, like a tsunami ready to crash.

"Looks like we really are fated to fight."

"Satoru," Geto shouted with both arms spread wide, "my cause hasn't changed. For this goal, one day, I will lead the cursed spirits—alongside my allies—and wipe out every last one of those monkeys!"

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