Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 14
[Do you know how many will die now that he's escaped?]
[This is the last time.]
[You must execute the cursed user Geto Suguru.]
[Geto Suguru must not be allowed to live!]
Ahh, so damn annoying.
Those rotten geezers—weak, cowardly, and still acting tough.
No real strength, but nothing but problems.
He'd never become like those old fossils.
That rotten system—they were already decayed down to the roots. He'd rip it out, roots and all, sooner or later.
Gojo pulled out his phone, once again scrolling through the "glam shot" of his old friend on the bullet train.
"No matter how many times I see it, it's still hilarious."
He laughed, laughed, and then went silent.
If only he had noticed something was off with Geto back then.
Time passed. The once cocky, reckless boy had learned to read between the lines.
But in the end, nothing could go back.
Just as he was about to pocket his phone, it rang.
The name on the screen: Tsukishima Ikki.
He slid to answer, voice light and playful, "Moshi moshi, what's Ikki calling her teacher about this time~"
"Gojo-sensei." On the other end, the girl hesitated, nervous, "I just have a question."
"Do you happen to know some blonde guy, wears a kimono, earrings, and just looks like he's begging for a beating?"
"Ahh, no idea, never heard of him."
"Think again. Oh right, he really likes yelling out 'Toji.'"
"Ah, him." Gojo suddenly understood. "He's from the Zen'in clan."
"Not anyone important."
"Then I can relax." The girl let out half a breath. "To tell you the truth, I accidentally beat him up, and I was worried it might cause you trouble."
"Don't sweat it, hit him all you want." Gojo laughed carelessly. "As long as you don't kill him, it's fine."
On the other end, the other half of the girl's breath finally eased too. She paused, then added, "Actually, I also accidentally hit someone else."
"I didn't mean to." She sounded a little wronged. "He just suddenly ran up behind me, and before I realized it, I hit him."
"Mhm, mhm, and who was it?" Gojo asked.
"Some pretty hip old guy. Wears a nose ring and plays guitar."
Gojo Satoru: ......
Yeah, that one might actually be a problem.
Late night.
02:30.
The ER of Juntendo Hospital got two new patients.
One of them had a swollen cheek, lips puffed up like sausages, his whole face like a risen bun. His body was covered in wounds, looking totally wrecked and pitiful.
"What a poor kid, what happened to him?" a passerby asked.
Hearing that, the girl who had come with the ambulance frowned and answered, "He was cheating with multiple girls and even tried to lure underage ones, so someone beat him up."
What?
Cheating and luring underage girls?
"Scum!" The passerby blew up. "Serves him right!"
A nurse spat, "Ugh, what trash!"
An auntie heard it, patted the obedient little grandson by her side, and lectured earnestly, "Sweetie, see that uncle over there? That's the fate of being a scumbag."
"So you must never become a scumbag, okay?"
The little grandson clenched his fist and nodded. "I get it. I'll never be a scumbag!"
Scumbag Zen'in Naoya: ...
'The hell! The hell!!'
'Can you guys have some shame?!'
'I was clearly beaten up by her!'
Naoya was so pissed his chest hurt, coughing nonstop. He couldn't catch his breath, and almost died on the spot.
The doctor was shocked. "Quick, oxygen tank! Hurry!!"
"Fast! The patient's coughing up blood!!"
"Start emergency rescue now!"
"Go, go, go!"
They pushed the hospital bed and dashed off.
The passersby turned their eyes to the other patient and asked curiously, "And what's up with that old man over there?"
"Whoa, that nosebleed won't stop."
"Creepy."
Old man Gakuganji: "......"
So, what was up with him then?
·
Two hours earlier.
Kyoto school.
"Tsukishima Ikki, lost her parents at age 13. According to investigation, they died in a special grade cursed womb hatching incident."
"After their deaths, she lived alone in the suburban property her parents left her."
"I didn't find any evidence that her parents or ancestors had sorcerer blood, so I assume she awakened on her own."
"Data shows she's the same as Fushiguro Toji—a complete Heavenly Restriction. She was recently discovered by Gojo Satoru. She rejected Gojo Satoru's invitation to enroll, but agreed to be a jujutsu sorcerer."
"Gojo Satoru classified her as Special Grade."
Gakuganji Yoshinobu, principal of Kyoto Jujutsu School, a conservative old rocker with drooping brows on both sides, finished reading the file. His eyebrows twitched. "Classified as Special Grade..."
'Looks like Gojo Satoru had high hopes for her.'
'A perfect body like Fushiguro Toji, huh...'
Gakuganji thought of that man from the Zen'in family, the one with the prefect body called the strongest among humans.
Even without cursed energy, cast aside by the Zen'in family as useless, everyone still had to admit he was indeed insanely strong.
After all, he had once almost killed Gojo Satoru.
But taking someone out on a Special Grade mission without higher-ups' approval... that brat from the Gojo family was getting more and more reckless.
"I remember, her shikigami is the Grade 1 special-possibility vengeful spirit Sukima Onna, right?" he asked flatly.
"Uh, yes."
"Have you ever come in contact with that cursed spirit?"
"I haven't directly interacted with it, but I've seen it from afar."
"How was it?"
"That cursed spirit definitely had intelligence, and..." the assistant supervisor paused, his expression weird and surprised. "It even wore a human school uniform, acted and spoke like a person, and could even communicate in writing."
Gakuganji's left eyebrow twitched. "Talks with people?"
"Even though it sounds unbelievable, Sukima Onna really is super obedient."
Gakuganji's eyes opened.
"I heard Zen'in Naoya went to find her, right?"
"Yes, he's already been waiting there for a while."
"I see." Gakuganji leaned on his cane with his left hand and slowly stood up. "These old bones of mine should move around a bit too."
"That kid doesn't know when to hold back. If he ends up killing her, that Gojo brat will definitely make a fuss again."
His guess was right—the two really were fighting.
Except...
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