Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 15

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It was Ikki one-sidedly beating up Naoya.

The girl swung a pair of white flip-flops again and again.

Naoya howled in agony.

He screamed from the bottom of his lungs, "No way!!"

"How can you be the same as Toji!!!"

"A woman doesn't deserve to be compared with Toji!!!"

"You're not Toji!!!!"

"Toji! Toji's the strongest!!!"

"You fake!!!!"

"Go to hell ahhhhhh!"

Gakuganji: ......

Gakuganji felt like he might have just stumbled upon something huge.

Getting old, getting old. The kids these days...

He sighed.

That was enough. If this went on, someone might really die.

Ah, these old bones of his.

Almost in the ground already, and still worrying over these reckless brats.

Gakuganji slowly took off his coat, revealing the electric guitar strapped across his chest.

He gently strummed the strings.

Blue cursed energy spilled out.

His cursed energy was sound. He could spread his energy through the guitar's notes and use it to attack enemies.

Just now, it had only been a simple manipulation, using sound to mess with their movements.

Since they weren't enemies, he'd gone easy.

Except...

One second passed...

The girl was still beating Naoya.

Three seconds passed...

The girl...

Was still beating Naoya.

Gakuganji's eyes lifted 0.08 millimeters. He sighed.

What a willful kid.

He raised his hand again, played a short rock riff.

This time, they should stop, right?

He looked up...

Ikki was still beating Naoya.

One was screaming his throat raw: "Fake! Die already! You're not Toji ahhhh! Go die go die!!!!"

The other was cussing nonstop: "You damn bitch! Still want me to bow down? Look up to you? Be your concubine?! Screw your whole family, dammit!!!"

Gakuganji: ......

Looked like she really was a complete Heavenly Restriction.

Ah, right—Heavenly Restriction had some resistance to cursed techniques.

He'd have to get closer.

So Gakuganji stepped into the battlefield, raising his right hand. But before he even started, the girl's elbow smashed straight into his face.

The massive force sent him flying back instantly, over ten meters, and bam! he crashed into the wall.

Gakuganji had succeeded.

By throwing himself in first, his face had stopped the fight and saved Zen'in Naoya.

Shakily pushing himself up, Gakuganji felt his brain pounding, a bit woozy.

His nose tickled too.

He reached up to touch it—only to feel blood gushing down, flooding his face in seconds.

Gakuganji: ......

Gakuganji immediately sprang to his feet.

He looked way too pitiful right now—the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu School couldn't afford to lose face!

No way!

He had to slip out first!

But as fast as he was, the girl was even faster.

She suddenly gasped, "Oh crap!"

Right after, the small hand grabbed his shoulder and shook hard. "Grandpa, are you okay, grandpa?"

"Why'd you suddenly fall behind me like that?!"

"Grandpa! Grandpa, answer me, grandpa!"

"Grandpa, don't die on me, grandpa!!!"

Gakuganji: Let... let go!

And then...

The girl dialed Gojo Satoru's number.

And then after that...

The panicked girl rushed him to the hospital.

Back to the present.

He heard the girl speak with a heavy look. "Him? He got caught in the middle while trying to break up the fight."

The bystanders instantly looked up to him with respect. "Grandpa is amazing!"

"For sure." The girl nodded in agreement. "At his age, and still that brave."

"He scared me half to death."

"Good thing I rushed him here right away."

"Girl, you're really a good person," a passerby sighed. "They were lucky to meet you."

"If he was left lying there, this would've been serious."

The girl scratched her head, smiling shyly. "Do a good deed a day, good luck follows you, right?"

In the end, a passerby pulled out his phone, looking embarrassed. "Uh, I'm from the newspaper. I think your story really deserves recognition. Do you mind if I take a picture of you two?"

"Picture?" The girl coughed lightly. "I don't really like being in the news. How about you just take one of grandpa? I think his story deserves to be told more."

"And grandpa's got such a cool look too, even rocking a nose ring. He'll definitely trend online."

"You're right." The passerby nodded. "Kids like you, not chasing fame or money, are so rare these days."

Take his picture?

Brat, what did you just say?!!

Gakuganji's eyes widened, his finger trembling and trembling, his lips shaking and shaking.

The doctor shouted again, "Not good! It's an acute seizure!!"

"Quick, something for him to bite down on!!"

"All I've got is a rag."

"A rag works, hurry, use it!"

"Whoa, grandpa's got some strength, quick! Hold him down! Careful he doesn't bite his tongue!"

"Let me help, I'll help."

That voice...

That gloating tone!

Gakuganji strained to look.

It was Gojo Satoru!

"Oh no, never thought you actually had seizures, how dangerous." The white-haired young man grabbed his wrist, two crocodile tears rolling down, crying with deep emotion, "Grandpa, hang in there, grandpa!"

"Kyoto School is still waiting for you, grandpa!"

"Ganbatte, grandpa!!!"

"You... you..." Gakuganji wheezed, panting hard. "Let... go..."

"What, what?"

"Grandpa, what did you say?"

"You said you're dying?"

"That good of a thing?!"

"G-Go—"

"Mm-hm, I get it, I get it, I'll definitely take over Kyoto School."

"You can rest easy now, grandpa!"

"Hurry and go, grandpa!!!"

Bastard!!!

Another bastard!!!!

Damn brat!!!

Gakuganji rolled his eyes in fury and passed out.

After all the chaos, the ER finally quieted down again.

Ikki lowered her head, her bare left foot tapping the floor.

She knew something felt off—turns out she forgot her flip-flops.

Those flip-flops had cost her good money.

Comfortable, portable, and perfect for smacking people.

It'd be a real shame to lose them.

She wondered if she could still find them.

But right now, there was something more important.

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