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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 77: Dispersed Vermilion
Masamichi Yaga: This is to bring me an ancestor back.

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Tokyo Jujutsu High School, located deep in the mountains on the outskirts of Tokyo, was one of the jujutsu academy institutions in Japan.

The oldest building may date back to the Edo period. Because it was located in the suburbs, the surrounding area maintained a relatively primitive ecological environment. Ancient mountain forests rose from the ground, and ancient shrines and overlapping ancient pagodas were covered with lush greenery. The stream rolled down from the top of the mountain to the canal at the foot of the mountain, and the fallen branches and leaves were swaying in the water.

The stone lanterns that lined both sides of the shrine were covered with moss, and the gentle wind made a rustling sound.

The old things that have survived for hundreds of years could now be regarded as cultural heritage. Hundreds of years of ups and downs have not caused these old things to collapse. Although some parts have decayed, people related to the school would also conduct regular renovations.

Generally speaking, most of the buildings in Jujutsu High School were traditional and conservative old buildings. After the Showa era, science and technology developed rapidly, and many modern infrastructures were introduced in life, such as vending machines in canteens. As well as air conditioning and heating in teacher and student dormitories.

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Today he would be interviewing a new student and teaching assistant.

Yaga went to the temple of the high school early to wait for the arrival of a new student and teaching assistant.

The temples and shrines in the high school were all used to confuse the sight. There were no gods and Buddhas enshrined inside, and there were no believers who come to worship. There were no wires or electric lights in the temples. The lighting facilities were candles placed in niches.

The candlelight jumping in the niche was like a ghost that only came out after the devil's moment. Yaga was sitting on the seat in front of the screen, his elongated shadow was reflected on the dim floor, and the white screen was covered with vigorous ink marks. It was so refreshing, and the polished floor was filled with cursed corpse dolls.

Yaga held the poking needle and lowered his head to make his own cursed corpse doll, while waiting for a certain latecomer to come over for an interview with the newly fooled student and teaching assistant.

The late king whom he waited was his unscrupulous student, Satoru Gojo. Although his student was not a good person, as a teacher, Yaga still upholds the lofty ideal of a people's teacher and practices good behavioral norms.

The door slowly opened, and footsteps echoed in the empty room.

"It's too slow, Satoru. You're eight minutes late." Satoru, who brought the future student and future teaching assistant to the interview, was dissed by Yaga as soon as he entered the door. "Although it's not a scolding, I told you to change your habit of being late a long time ago."

The principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High School had the face of a Showa cadre, a strong back and a muscular body, but he was sitting among a pile of woolen felt dolls, and he was surprisingly happy.

The door behind him slowly closed, and Yuji, who had never seen such a posture before, was shocked.

Satoru, who was not afraid of boiling water, curled his lips, "Since it's not a scolding, don't blame me. You are making dolls anyway, so it's okay to wait for eight minutes, right?"

The latecomer felt confident and introduced to Yuji beside him, "This is Principal Yaga."

A small doll had just been finished. Through the lenses of his sunglasses, Yaga's eyes fell on Yuji. According to the text message uploaded by his inhumane student last night, this young man who looked very healthy and cheerful was a werewolf. After swallowing Sukuna's fingers, he was still alive and kicking.

According to convention, Yuji should have been sentenced to death on the spot, but this white-haired student of Yaga was well-known for his boldness in the curse world. He went on his own and changed Yuji's death sentence to a suspended sentence in a meeting with senior officials, and also allowed him to enroll in Jujutsu High.

Taking Yuta Okkotsu as an example, it was not difficult to see that although the death penalty was suspended, there was no difference between this death penalty and non-existence.

Apart from the boy, there was only one 190+ cm Satoru standing there. Yaga didn't see the other person he expected, "Isn't there another person?"

"Ah, I asked her to wait outside." Satoru said with a smile, "For interviews, of course they come one by one."

"Is that him?" Yaga frowned and focused on Yuji again.

The cherry-haired boy put his hands by his side and bowed, and introduced himself loudly, "My name is Yuji Itadori, and my favorite type is Jennifer Lawrence. Please take care of me!"

Be polite and considerate, and introduce yourself boldly.

"What are you here for?" Yaga interrupted his self-introduction without hesitation.

To be honest, Yaga's first impression of Yuji was good. He was a young man with strong empathy, upright views, and integrity. If such a young man hadn't swallowed Sukuna's finger, where he lived, his future, everything would be bright.

But jujutsu society was different. There was too much cruelty and blood in this world, not only the danger brought by the cursed spirit, but also the twisted human nature and ugly desires.

Sorcerers often deal with death, and when they see people killed by curses, they also have to create death themselves. Death often brought not only fear to people, but also regrets, sadness, and shame because they couldn't bear it. There were countless examples of sorcerers who failed to recover halfway through their lives. Nine out of ten of those who persevered were lunatics. If they persisted only by relying on the last words of their family members, sooner or later the child would fail to recover, or even die of regret and in shame.

This kid actually had a pet, and he seemed to be very caring. He threw the backpack with the pet in the corner just a second before the battle with the cursed corpses, so that the little animal inside would not suffer the same fate as him.

But...

Yaga's eyes stopped on the backpack that Yuji had thrown away in a safe area. The black-gray fur fox poked out a small, a furry head came from the backpack, and its dark purple eyes caught his gaze unexpectedly. He quickly looked away.

Yaga had a vision of Suguru in the fox for a moment.

The fox was so cute, how could he think that the fox looked like one of the two little bastards who had entered the police station back then?

Yaga's conscience was pricked.

Fortunately, this child has a very high level of understanding and a very upright outlook on life. He seemed to be very good at close combat, and he had restrained the movement of the curses beautifully. His belief was also very firm, and he was more pleasing to the eye than Satoru who enrolled in school that year.

So—

"Satoru, take him to the dormitory in a moment and introduce him to the various security measures."

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Then the next step was to interview the teaching assistant.

To be honest, there was a shortage of manpower for sorcerers. Even though the number of students recruited every year was very small, the number of students was always more than the number of teachers. Otherwise, how could it be the turn of Satoru Gojo, a guy who had not even passed the teacher qualification certificate, to teach? Wasn’t this harmful to people?

"Hey Yayoi, you can come in now." Satoru pulled Yuji aside and turned around, seemingly a little excited.

After the heavy door opened, daylight poured on the floor, and a big girl with loose red hair walked in.

Yaga paused, inexplicably feeling that he had seen this red-haired woman somewhere before. The woman tilted her head and her eyes fell on the woolen felt doll on the ground behind him.

"I'm Yayoi Amamiya, please give me some advice, Yaga-san." The red-haired man said hello honestly.

"Come on, sister!" Yuji cheered her up.

"Come on, Yayoi!" Satoru cheered along.

Yaga: "..."

Yaga's eyes fell on the redhead's bright and fiery hair. Red hair, red hair... little redhead?

Human memory was a very strange thing. Logically speaking, more than ten years have passed, and Yaga and Yayoi have not had much intersection. The few intersections would fade in memory, but when he saw that red, the memories of the past began to revive little by little.

The impression this girl made on him can be traced back to an email sent by Suguru, which contained a photo. You always have to pay back when you go out to fool around. Maybe God opened his eyes, and his ungrateful student finally capsized and was beaten by a little redhead, and then those two little bastards danced too much outside and got themselves into trouble. To end the situation, street surveillance overturned his impression of contemporary middle school girls as weak.

It's just... wasn't this little redhead bound by Heavenly Restriction?

'What the hell are you doing?'

Yaga glared at Satoru who was watching the show next to him.

Satoru shrugged and gave him an 'interview first, I'll explain later' mouth.

Yaga: "..."
I'll give you an armlock later and strangle you to death.

Yaga took a deep breath. Although the other party was an old acquaintance and a girl, his attitude would not change.

"What are you here for?"

The same question, very cliché, but also very direct and to the point.

"Come and beat the people who want my brother to death." The honest redhead said with firm eyes, "Whoever wants to kill my brother, I will beat him to death."

The fierce aura belonging to the red-haired clan rushed towards her face, and the spacious room fell into the same silence.

Yaga: "..."
What the hell?

Satoru: "...wow."
Baby seal clapping.jpg

Yuji: "..."
Sister, sister, can we really speak so directly?

Yaga wanted to say to Satoru, what kind of weird thing did you find here?

So the upright people's teacher Masamichi Yaga waved his hand and said it was not enough, and launched a curse attack on the redhead.

"If the reason is just your brother, I think it may not be enough." Yaga said seriously, "What about yourself? What kind of reason do you need?"

The cursed corpse that attacked Yayoi was the same one used to beat Yuji. It was covered in green and looked a bit like a kappa. The moment the curse was activated on the doll, the cute doll made several lively and playful poses.

Yayoi: "..."
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Yayoi pointed at the cute doll carefully, watching Yaga make a request from the bottom of her heart, "Do you want me to fight it? Can I shake his hand after the fight?"

Yaga: "...okay."

"Hahahahaha—" This was Satoru's burst of laughter.

The big white cat finally couldn't bear it anymore. After breaking the skill, he held Yuji's shoulders and let out a series of cruel laughter, which made his stomach hurt.

So they really started fighting.

Yuji was born with an extraordinary physique. In the fields of fighting and sports, he could be said to be extremely talented. Yayoi was very similar to her brother in this aspect. Both guys could run fifty meters in three seconds. But the difference between the two guys was that compared to Yuji who was in a state of exercise, Yayoi was more accustomed to fighting. She obviously did not need too many fights in her life, but her fighting instinct seemed to be engraved in her genes.

The round body of the curse jumped on the spot a few times, ejected at an astonishing speed, and hit the redhead standing in the center with its fist. The expected hit did not occur. Yaga watched Yayoi catch it with astonishing speed and strength. She directly threw the cursed doll by the wrist that was too big and heavy onto the roof.

The roof beams whined overwhelmed, the roof beams overhead made a cracking sound, the tiles stacked on the roof made a crashing sound, the falling dust and broken wood chips showered the rest of the room, and two of them. As for Satoru, he had Limitless techniques.

*boom—*

After the booming sound, the roof of the building collapsed.

Yaga felt that his heart also collapsed.

As it was said before, most of the buildings in the high school were old, and most of them could already be regarded as cultural heritage. The temple where they were located did not worship gods or Buddhas and did not accept believers. From the end of the Edo period to the present, even if it had a history of more than a hundred years, more than a hundred years of history couldn't make it collapse.

Today, a redhead came in and make it collapsed.

The roof collapsed, but Yaga did not undo the curse of the Cursed Corpse. When he dug himself out from the broken rubble and broken beams in disgrace, the little redhead and the cursed corpse were still fighting, punching hard to the flesh, moving smoothly, and some of the movements were even difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Yaga watched helplessly as Yayoi turned sideways, and the cursed corpse's fist grazed her face. Yayoi grabbed its wrist, pulled its hand down, and performed a high kick and a downward chop. The heel hit curse's head hard, with such force that curse was knocked into the ground.

The moment the cursed corpse was smashed down, the ground trembled in horror, and the flat floor tiles were thrown into chaos. The raised dust obscured their sight, but it did not prevent them from knowing what was happening under the dust.

Spider-web-like cracks centered on the cursed corpse that was smashed into the ground, and spread to all sides, causing the originally flat ground to dent.

The middle-aged person in charge of the high school turned to look at Satoru, who was dressed neatly and was holding Yuji in his left hand and the scruff of the little fox in his right hand. His penetrating gaze almost poked a hole in him.

Did you find someone who was specifically responsible for the demolition?

This level was not enough for the curse to stop. The curse was smashed into the ground. It held up its hands and controlled its body to rotate at high speed. It ejected from the ground with a 'bang' and launched a headbutt attack towards Yayoi again.

Crouched down, leaned forward slightly, taking a step back, and exerting force on her legs, Yayoi jumped directly onto the roof, smoothly and neatly, without a trace of muddy water, and when she landed on the roof, there was no big noise above, which was surprising. Wonder if she had fleshy pads under her feet like a cat.

The cursed corpse's head fell into the air.

"Wow—" Yuji said with starry eyes, "So my sister is so good at fighting."

Yaga: "..."

"I think this reason is enough." Yayoi stood on the roof, his eyes falling on Yaga, "I'm stupid, I can't think of so much, so my reason is very simple."

"I'm afraid of loneliness. My brother is a very important family member and the only family member. I don't want my brother to die, but if someone wants him to die, then they are my enemies." Yayoi said, "No matter who it is, if he wants to take away the only family I have, I will kill him too, even if it's a God."

Yayoi kicked out the flying cursed corpse. The flying cursed corpse was like a launched missile, directly smashing through the door and flying out like a meteor.

The tree trunk hit by the cursed corpse broke on the spot and fell down. The straight-moving cursed corpse raised a thick dust mist and finally hit a foothold in the distance. On a sunny day, there was a banging sound. The loud noise was extremely clear.

The bright red hair rose and fell in the shallow light, and the scattered dust seemed to be stagnant in the air.

"Whether it's a curse or a human being." Yayoi's eyelashes drooped slightly, creating a silhouette under her eyes, and her bright and flowing eyes became dark.

The words were blown together by the wind and fell into his ears.

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

Principal Yaga: I thought she was a well-behaved little red-haired girl, but she turned out to be another problem child. [recalling the two little bastards who demolished the school.jpg]

Gojo the Cat: Hey~

#afterward
Redhead: It’s over, I accidentally smashed the building QAQ

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[1] The meaning of the chapter description "ancestor" does not literally mean ancestor, but it used as a joke or a sarcasm.

It can be translated as "little devil", "brat", or person made you headache you can call them "ancestor" if they're very naughty.

Literally said, "I would rather admire and worship you as my ancestor..."


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