Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 13

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One job was five million, two jobs meant ten million, zero cost, all profit.

Aside from the fact that traveling took a bit long, it was just too perfect.

Spending time didn't matter—she could teleport over or just run over. No, actually, she couldn't.

Right now, people in the jujutsu world saw her as Heavenly Restriction. Even though nobody really knew what that looked like, one thing was for sure: no cursed energy meant she couldn't use jujutsu.

If she showed off cursed energy, wouldn't that just blow her cover and scream "I'm not normal"?

No way, she had to wear the Heavenly Restriction skin tight and proper!

As Ikki calculated in her head, her footsteps suddenly froze.

She felt it—an unfamiliar aura.

Came with ill intentions!!

Under the moonlight, a young man walked over at a slow pace.

Blond hair, black eyes, Taisho-era kimono.

Looked decent enough, except his nostrils were kinda big.

He was Zen'in Naoya, one of the Big Three clans, the Zen'in clan head's only son.

A cheap jerk with a foul mouth—if he hadn't been born into the Zen'in clan, his grave would've already been covered with weeds.

If nothing unexpected happened, he was supposed to be the next Zen'in clan head.

But for some reason, the old man at home had been acting strange lately.

He didn't seem all that satisfied with him.

But whatever—as long as his strength was enough, the Zen'in clan would be his sooner or later.

After all, he was also a strong, arrogant badass!

And as a badass, as the future clan head, how could he not have loyal subordinates?

Of course Naoya had them, but who would ever complain about having too many trump cards?

A grade one cursed spirit with intelligence!

Obedient, well-behaved, and even polite?

Slaughtering other cursed spirits without holding back?

That was literally the dream pet every sorcerer prayed to carry around!

Even the Big Three clans couldn't resist that kind of temptation!

A cursed spirit like that—who wouldn't want it? Only an idiot.

As for the cursed spirit's owner?

Just a woman.

He could get rid of her with barely any effort.

Who knew what Gojo Satoru was thinking.

Instead of keeping something this good to himself, he actually showed it off so openly.

What an idiot.

But that worked out just fine for him.

Grade one special-case cursed spirit Sukima Onna—he, Zen'in Naoya, would take it!

To keep others from snatching it first,

Zen'in Naoya, after finding the girl's information, rushed straight to her place.

Too bad he came at the wrong time—the girl wasn't home.

Should he go back?

No!

Why would he go back?

What if some other clan picked it up cheap?

No way!

He couldn't leave!

For a grade one cursed spirit, he could wait!

So Naoya waited and waited, until the sun dipped west.

Waited until midnight came.

And just when his patience was about to explode,

the girl finally returned.

Naoya lifted his head, mood sour, eyes sweeping over her with disdain.

"So it's you."

"The woman who owns the grade one special-case cursed spirit Sukima Onna."

He looked down at her, arrogant and smug, "Tch, women should just stay home and have kids."

"Running around like you do, with no cursed energy? You might as well just die early."

Ikki: ......

Was everyone in the jujutsu world brain damaged or what?

First a racist, now some feudal leftover.

What next, a throne to inherit?

Her fists itched.

Ikki took a deep breath, deciding to first figure out who this guy was.

What if he was some spoiled rich kid—beat him up and his daddy showed up, pulling strings behind her back, cutting off her work?

She was a mature adult now.

For the sake of money, what was a little trash talk?

As a top-tier internet surfer, what kind of foul words hadn't she seen?

Think of those keyboard warriors—hands on the keyboard, flaming the entire world, battling humanity online.

Pissing people off until their blood boiled, faces steaming, breath hitching like they needed an oxygen tank, almost keeling over right there.

Compared to that, this was nothing.

She could handle it.

Just treat it like listening to a turtle chant scriptures.

Across from her, Naoya kept going.

"Your face looks good, your body's decent too, but your posture is unacceptable."

"As a woman, you should bow slightly, lift your head, and look up at me."

He crossed his arms, nostrils pointed to the sky, "If you're willing to hand over Sukima Onna, I might consider taking you in as a concubine."

Take you in as a concubine...

Concubine...

The hell with that!

The moon was bright, the stars sparse, city lights just coming on.

Crowds surged, bustling and noisy.

In the distance, a couple passed by holding a child's hand, snippets of family talk drifting over.

"Tomorrow we promised to take Sakura to the amusement park, Dad, you can't go back on your word."

"Got it, got it."

To the left, an old man trembled as he walked, a teenager beside him looking impatient but carefully supporting, "I told you, I can walk by myself."

"Please, rest at home."

To the right, middle schoolers walked shoulder to shoulder, messing around.

"Hey, Mizutani, what do you think about Natsume?"

"Eh, Natsume?"

"Natsume Rei."

"No opinion."

"Ehhh? What, are you shy or something?"

"Shut up already!"

Behind, cars passed in streams, voices rose in chaos.

Gojo strolled aimlessly, hands stuffed in his pockets.

Brushing through the crowd, passing through the noise—yet none of the world's bustle entered the vision of his Six Eyes.

Geto had escaped, just as he expected.

Cursed Spirit Manipulation, Geto Suguru—nobody knew how many cursed spirits he really owned.

Without suppression, the higher-ups had no way to control him.

Even if Gojo was there, as long as people were around, he couldn't do much to him.

After all, it wasn't his fault these people were so weak.

Protecting weaklings like them—what a pain.

[Gojo Satoru, you captured Geto Suguru. Why didn't you just execute him on the spot?]

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