Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 27

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And normally, sorcerers were busy running around for missions, getting stronger just to stay alive, so they had no time to come in contact with new ways of thinking. That made their thoughts closed-off.

They lived apart from ordinary people. What they saw, what they heard, was only the jujutsu world, only the rules made by those in power.

Even Gojo Satoru was like that. Even though he had unmatched strength, he was still a sorcerer. He could still only see the jujutsu world, and still couldn't understand what real schemes and power struggles truly were.

Those kinds of twists and turns weren't something Gojo Satoru's "train the next generation" approach could change so easily.

So even though times had changed, even though technology had advanced, they could still stick to their feudal, rotten system.

Even if people questioned it, so what? It wouldn't cause a storm.

But Gojo Satoru's new student, Tsukishima Ikki, was different.

Because she was special-grade, they had deliberately looked into her file, studied whether she could be made use of.

The conclusion was: absolutely not.

She was powerful, but she wasn't like Okkotsu Yuta—timid and withdrawn. She wasn't like Gojo Satoru—unrestrained and free.

She wasn't like Gakuganji—loyal to the jujutsu world. She wasn't like Tsukumo Yuki—doing everything by whim.

She had power, but she wasn't obsessed with it. She wasn't withdrawn, not competitive, not extreme. Instead, she chose to study, to pursue knowledge.

A strong person wasn't scary, because strong people had the mindset of the strong. They wouldn't look down, wouldn't care about those weaker than them, so they also wouldn't chase things beyond strength.

Minors weren't scary either. Their worldviews weren't fully formed yet, and the smallest things could change them.

But Tsukishima Ikki was different. She was an extremely contradictory mix.

She had the strength of a strong one, but not the mindset of a sorcerer.

She was underage, but her worldview was already set, not easily swayed by outside things.

In Ohkura Village, faced with that kind of scene, she chose to call the police. That wasn't something any young sorcerer—or even most adult sorcerers—would think of.

That kind of person was the hardest variable to grasp.

A variable meant the unknown, meant uncontrollable.

They would never allow any uncontrollable variables to exist.

Too bad, Gojo Satoru still didn't buy their crap.

"Wasn't it just two curse users that died? They were already things that deserved to die. Dead is dead." Gojo said meaningfully. "What really makes me curious is where those two curse users came from."

"You tell me, Ikki's only been in the jujutsu world for less than half a month. How did they even know about Ikki and Sukima Onna, and how did they find Unicorn Apartments?"

The corners of his mouth flattened. "I clearly hid Ikki's info really well."

An invisible pressure spread through the air.

For a moment, no one spoke.

After a while, Gojo grinned again and said, "Maa maa, I'll figure out the whole special grade curse thing. If you guys still don't feel at ease, then from now on, Tsukishima Ikki will be personally supervised by me."

"Believe me, under the super-duper-mega-handsome Gojo Satoru's personal watch... whether Tsukishima Ikki's colluding with curse users or curses, I'll find out real quick."

My name's Ikki, and I'm a reincarnated Saiyan.

After reincarnating, I was twelve. No dad, no mom, no money, just a run-down old house out in the countryside—the kind where the door was practically falling off.

But that's fine. I wasn't a little kid anymore. I could take care of myself.

So I worked my butt off day and night, hustling every way I could. Eventually, I crawled up from dirt-poor to having a little bit saved up.

That's when I started thinking about the long run.

I didn't think much of the high school I was at, so I transferred to Hyotei in Tokyo.

On the Shinkansen, I met my golden goose God of Wealth—Gojo Satoru.

I couldn't resist the little temptress called money, so I trotted right into the jujutsu world.

But what I never expected was that my plain, ordinary life was gone for good.

First day on the job: villains came to mess with me.

Second day: a second-gen sorcerer tried to steal my little brother.

Eighth day: my house got blown up!

Money gone, bank card gone, little brother gone, all my stuff gone.

Back to square one overnight.

Could I get any more miserable?

Reality said: yep, I could.

"So, that's how it is." The white-haired guy across from me chattered on in my ear.

In short, Sukima Onna dumped a fake charge of colluding with a special grade cursed spirit on me and then ran off with that curse.

Now I was being monitored by the jujutsu world.

Monitor: Gojo Satoru.

Method of monitoring...

The guy flashed a big toothy grin, cheerful as ever. "Starting today, Ikki-chan gets to live together with the most handsome Gojo-sensei!"

"Throw the confetti~"

Ikki: !!!

Ikki's eyes went wide.

This-this-this means...

C-c-c-co-co-cohabitation?!!!

Confucius once said: distance makes beauty, don't move in together if you're not close.

Otherwise, you'll find out your dream guy takes a dump, your dream girl scratches her feet.

That filter? Shattered in seconds.

For example, you might also find—

Some people look delicate and fragile, but actually can eat ten buckets of food in one sitting.

Some people look no different from normal, but are actually monkeys from the stars.

One slip, and it's a full-blown mask-drop scene.

Take her and Gojo Satoru. At most, they'd known each other for half a month.

Other than money, they basically had no overlap.

You don't know me, I don't know you.

Moving in together out of nowhere? Awkward no matter how you thought about it.

Sitting in the room, Ikki was stiff and uncomfortable, thinking of nothing but how much trouble this was. All she wanted was to scoot her butt, open the window, and bolt into the night.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't let go of the high pay of being a sorcerer, couldn't let go of that little temptress called money.

And she definitely couldn't let herself wear the villain's hat for nothing!

All her lives, she'd followed the law, been honest, given up her seat on the bus—how could she let someone pin a crime on her out of nowhere?

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