Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 16

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She carefully lifted her gaze and snuck a glance at the white-haired young man not far away.

Feeling a little guilty.

Seriously, impulse was the devil.

In her past life, she'd clearly been a delicate, gentle soft girl!

How did she end up throwing hands without thinking?

It had to be the Saiyan genes!

She was definitely not some violence junkie!

"Um..." Ikki coughed lightly. "Gojo-sensei?"

Gojo-sensei didn't answer, his body just trembling slightly.

Ikki froze. Could that grandpa be his relative?

Crap, crap.

She'd messed up!

Just started the job and was about to get fired.

If she'd known, she wouldn't have wasted that ten million.

Her heart restless, expression uneasy, she stumbled to open her mouth.

But before she could, Gojo suddenly burst into earth-shattering laughter.

"Hahahahahahaha did you see that old man's face?!"

"So freaking funny hahahaha—"

"I'm dying hahahaha!"

"I'm sending this to everyone!"

"I'm posting it on my Timelines hahahahaha!!!"

"Hahahaha—hahaha—cough, cough—"

He laughed so hard he collapsed on the floor, shaking so bad he couldn't even hold his phone steady.

All around, people stared at him like he was a total idiot.

Ikki silently shrank into a corner, holding her breath, quiet as a chicken.

Looked like her job was safe after all.

First mission—took down a villain, fought a high-ranking enemy, almost lost my job. Seriously thrilling.

The phone screen lit up, showing three o'clock sharp.

Buying two bottles of Coke from the vending machine, Ikki sat cross-legged on a chair, handing the other bottle to the white-haired youth leaning against the wall.

"Arigatou." Gojo reached out to take it, but didn't drink. Instead, he asked randomly, "How does it feel?"

"What?"

"The mission."

Gojo had gone through Tsukishima Ikki's profile: orphaned parents, working alone to support herself, could see curses, possessed power beyond ordinary people. Yet all these factors combined had somehow produced a kid who could be described as remarkably well-behaved.

Wasn't that a little off?

Gojo had visited her school, and the responses were:

"Tsukishima?"

"That girl studies really well."

"Delinquent?"

"No, no way, that could never be Tsukishima. She often helps old ladies cross the street, is warm-hearted, efficient at work. People on our street really like her."

"Tsukishima? Hmm, even if the hairstyle is questionable, she's a pretty good person."

"Popular? Tsukishima can chat with anyone, but I haven't seen her super close with anyone."

"School bullying? Impossible, our class has a great atmosphere!"

"Special traits... Tsukishima's a bit strong, but she works a lot. Totally normal."

"I heard she transferred to Hyotei. Nice, Tsukishima-san has always known what she wants."

Every single comment was positive.

Every single comment was praise.

Taken individually, it all seemed normal. Taken together, it felt extremely off.

Could a kid raised in that environment really develop such a personality and worldview?

No. No way.

There had to be something he hadn't noticed.

"Mission?" The girl gave a thumbs-up, "Super easy. Give me a dozen of these."

Motto motto!

She could do it!

She really could!

"All right." Gojo rested his right leg over his left, deciding to grant her wish, and tossed the mission in his hand to her.

Then he added, "The villagers of Ohkura VIllage have already been administratively detained."

"But with so many people, they definitely can't all be punished. Probably only the leaders will face consequences."

"Really unfair." He said casually, almost offhandedly. "Don't you think?"

The girl frowned, taking a long gulp of Coke. After a moment, she said, "If you're unhappy about it, sensei, you can punish them yourself."

"You mean... kill them all?"

"No way!" Ikki exclaimed. "We live in a lawful society. Let's not just go around killing people."

"I mean, you could curse them to go bald forever, or destroy their houses and make them homeless. That's way worse than killing them."

"Not a bad idea." Gojo smiled, suddenly leaning closer to her.

"Ikki-chan..."

His tone was still playful and casual, but his words were sharp and cruel, like a knife. "As a sorcerer, you have to be ready to kill."

...?

"Not everything can be solved like ordinary people."

"Sorcerer and curse user, they're naturally opposing positions."

"If you're not prepared for this..." He leaned slightly closer, speaking each word slowly and deliberately, "You'll die."

Die...?

Ikki thought about the sorcerers she had met so far.

Gojo Satoru...

Strength unknown, but looks like a big shot?

Geto Suguru...

...barely LV2?

Zen'in Naoya...

This one... LV0.5, no more than that.

The old man...

Let's forget about him.

In summary, a bunch of noobs.

Ikki's expression gradually turned strange.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't figure out how this bunch of noobs could peck her to death.

Instead, she had to be careful not to kill anyone.

After all, there were already two in the emergency room.

Could it be that the Jujutsu world was hiding some true experts?

Ikki hesitated, asking, "Gojo-sensei, can I ask something?"

"What level is Geto Suguru in the Jujutsu world?"

"Geto Suguru?"

"Special grade." Gojo said meaningfully, "Geto Suguru is one of the only four special grades."

Ikki: ...

That's it?

Special grade?!!

Ikki said politely, "I think... this is kind of tough."

Even a special grade couldn't pierce her defense, so could the lower grades?

"Besides, I don't kill."

Ikki wasn't Gojo Satoru, a natural prodigy, powerful, yet constrained by the jujutsu world. She wasn't Geto Suguru, a born sorcerer who had walked through darkness.

Before she became a Saiyan, she was just an ordinary girl living in the three-dimensional world.

A blue planet in three dimensions, no curses, no supernatural powers, peaceful and safe.

Her worldview had already been shaped back then.

Life experience had also taught her how to interact with others, how to see things, and how to survive alone in another world.

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