Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 153
Chapter 153: Side Story · 12
But for your sake (Part 6)
After working for Stra Religious Group for almost half a month, Yayoi made an important decision.
She wanted to make money.
She didn't want to be a parasite. She wanted to be self-reliant and buy cat food for her cat by her own efforts.
Then the problem came. As an unrecognizable black household, she had no identity card and no valid certificate. She couldn't do a proper job, so she could only find another way.
Suguru's expression was very strange when he learned that Yayoi suddenly wanted to go out to work. If he had to describe it, it was full of condemnation and criticism. Yayoi felt that this complex feeling was not directed at her.
Suguru hated ordinary people without cursed energy, but was very tolerant to sorcerers. His attitude could even be said to be very friendly. When he knew that she was worried about work because she had no identity card, he specially introduced Shiu Kong, a black market intermediary he knew.
Shiu had no cursed energy, but he could see cursed spirits. As a black market intermediary, his job was to build a bridge between employers and order takers. Because he could see curses, his job also involved the world of curses.
Every day, someone cursed someone else, and every day, someone was cursed to death.
Those who work in this industry never lack employers and orders, but they lack people who could take on the task.
From the mouth of an experienced intermediary, Shiu roughly knew that the activity of curse users in the black market was not as good as before. Many years ago, the activity of curse users could be called unscrupulous. As long as the money was paid and as long as it was within the scope of ability, cursing others was just a matter of talking. After entering the 21st century, the curse users who were secretly active have silently restrained their actions as if they had made an appointment.
There was no such thing as a conscience. The curse users who have restrained their actions did not have such a thing as conscience. The reason they did this was entirely because they were worried that doing too much would attract the attention of a certain existence. At that time, it would not be a matter of money, but their own lives would be in trouble.
A considerable part of the bounty had been put aside in piles.
Before the two sides met, Suguru provided Yayoi with a katana-style cursed tool as a friendly gift.
Suguru vaguely felt that Yayoi didn't want to have anything to do with Satoru, and naturally didn't want him to notice her whereabouts.
When a sorcerer exorcised a curse, it was inevitable that there would be remnants left behind, and leaving filth behind would lead to being tracked. Yayoi was an exception. Her physical fitness was very close to that of Toji Fushiguro, whom he knew many years ago. She could work in the same way as Toji back then, and she seemed to have such a plan.
When introducing her to Shiu, even the black market intermediary who had seen many strange things and was as steady a veteran, an idea came to his mind.
"Do you have a grudge against her?" Shiu said.
This person had very little flesh on her body, and the black market was not a vegetable market. Was this a pure attempt to kill someone?
Suguru narrowed his fox-like eyes, "No grudge, she's short of money."
Shiu was choked, turned around, and his eyes fell on the red-haired woman, who was holding a katana-style cursed tool, and holding a white cat of outstanding size in her other hand. Her wrists were slender, as if they could be broken with a slight bend. The cat weighed more than 15 kilograms, but she picked the cat up easily.
"Please take care of me." The red-haired woman spoke in a gentle voice.
Surprisingly polite.
Shiu thought.
"Don't give her a list to kill people." Suguru said with a smile, "She won't kill people, just give her the task of exorcising the cursed spirit."
Shiu frowned even deeper, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, 'This is really troublesome.'
Simply saying that she couldn't kill people, it's hard to get along in the black market.
Yayoi thought about it, and put on a innocent face, "It's okay to have a stronger cursed spirit, as long as the money is right, I can do it."
Shiu: "..."
Oh my god, why did the last half of the sentence sound so familiar?
A certain sorcerer killer with a blurred face appeared in his mind. Shiu, who had been in the black market for many years, showed the good professionalism of a black market intermediary. He introduced several orders with considerable rewards with a steady expression. The red-haired woman on the other side took all of them.
After the task was completed, Shiu would deduct her commission from the reward and then transfer the reward given by the employer to the account of the person who took the order.
Yayoi was an illegal immigrant with no bank account, so she simply asked Shiu to transfer the reward to Suguru's account.
Shiu paused, and Yayoi's eyes accurately captured the strange look that flashed in the other's eyes.
After briefly discussing some related matters, Shiu felt even more strange. This red-haired woman had a sense of the behavior of ordinary people in society, and she was still the kind of conscientious citizen who would abide by the law.
While Yayoi was holding the cat and leaving the table for a short time, Shiu finally couldn't help it, "Where did you find such a weirdo and a simpleton?"
Was she reliable?
Suguru pointed to the faint bruises under his eyes. The panda eyes that Yayoi had beaten him a few days ago have almost disappeared, but if you look closely, you could still see something.
"Look, I was beaten by her here." Suguru said expressionlessly.
Looking at the entire sorcery world, excluding Satoru, the number of people who could beat him, an extremely evil curse user, could be counted with one slap. Did you think it's reliable?
Moreover, those who have the courage to flaked Satoru out have a bright future.
Shiu: "..."
Okay.
On the day of the mission, Shiu personally drove her to the mission location, which was a Western-style red brick villa near the suburbs. This kind of villa was built in the Showa era. It was a very old building standing in a large manor. A large piece of land nearby belonged to the employer. The original plan was to transform it into a resort center. The demolition began in June 2013, but it had to be stopped in October.
"Everyone who entered the villa died." Shiu said, "The few who escaped went crazy."
It was rumored that there were ghosts here and sensitive incidents. Even normal demolition and reconstruction could not be done, let alone transformation into a resort center.
Yayoi held the cat and looked at the red brick villa between the lush and undulating green through the car window. "Does this house need to be demolished?"
Shiu paused, "Yes."
"Then can it be demolished now?" Yayoi said softly.
The cat in her arms rubbed her palm with its furry head and purred lazily in its throat.
Kong Shiyu paused, a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his brain. After years of doing this kind of work, his excellent instincts had been cultivated, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
Shiu took a deep breath and said, "Wait a minute, I'll contact the employer."
Yayoi sat in the passenger seat and gently stroked the fluffy and soft fur on the cat's back, "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
"Meow—"
The big white cat looked at her unhappily.
"I'll be back soon." Yayoi kissed his little nose, "It'll be fine in a moment."
The big white cat shook its tail, "Meow."
Okay.
Shiu put down his phone after ending the call, "The employer said it's okay."
It's better to demolish it completely, so that he could still save a demolition budget.
Yayoi nodded, unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car. Before leaving, she put her cat on the passenger seat.
Shiu watched the white cat that Yayoi had been carrying climb up the car window. He pressed the control button with his cat's paws, rolled down the car window, squinted his eyes, and lazily lay on the car window. The fluffy white hair fluttered gently in the wind, and the furry tail swung twice before quietly coiling on the seat.
Shiu: "..."
He didn't keep a cat, but, were cats so smart these days?
Time passed by minute by minute, and Kong Shiyu took out a cigarette box from his pocket. He took out a cigarette, and the pungent smell of tobacco filled the car, and the sparks in the smoke were bright.
The smell of tobacco rolled twice in his throat, and the white cat yawned on the car window, revealing its sharp canine teeth and soft tongue.
With a cigarette between his fingers, Shiu tapped the steering wheel with a calm look. The roar of thunder exploded in the sky, like the roar of a giant rolling in its throat.
Shiu instinctively looked back and saw the red brick house collapsed in an instant. The old house that had stood in this manor for nearly a hundred years was like a building block house that had been taken away from the most critical piece. It was in pieces, and the collapsed tiles and rubble rolled everywhere.
The piercing scream tore through the air, piercing the eardrum like a knife scraping on glass.
Inhuman creatures rushed out of the ruins, carrying a strong smell of rot and rust, and ran towards the direction of the car as if fleeing for their lives. As the distance got closer, the nerves of the whole body instinctively tightened in an instant, and the coldness climbed along the spine all the way to the brain. Shiu saw the unrecognizable creature, and his trembling fingers instinctively closed, holding the steering wheel tightly, and instinctively wanted to step on the accelerator to drive the car.
The silence in the forest was compressed to the extreme by the coldness of the smell of rot and rust. The glass of the front window of the car reflected the pupils that shrank violently. The white cat lying by the window was lying by the window calmly.
With a loud bang, the car window seemed to shake violently at that moment. The huge body of the cursed spirit passed by the car window and hit the roadside with a bang, raising a rolling dust.
Shiu put down his crossed hands in front of him and looked up to see a pair of frightening eyes. The harmless amber pupils were flowing with lava, and the red hair was like a wildfire that burned everything.
She half-crouched at the front of the car, straightened her back, and stood up slowly. The muscles and bones of her back slowly stretched out, like a lioness ready to go. The cursed weapon in the shape of a sword was carried in her hand, and the blade stained with the blood of the cursed spirit reflected her frightened face.
The focused pupils contracted in an instant, the body squatted, the center of gravity moved slightly downward, and the car body shook violently at the moment of jumping. Shiu instinctively grabbed the window and almost hit his head.
After witnessing the red-haired woman chasing the cursed spirit like a beast chasing its prey, Shiu calmed his heartbeat a little. He wiped his forehead and felt the wetness of his fingers touching his forehead. He lowered his head and found that his forehead had been soaked with sweat.
Shiu's mouth twitched, thinking that this red-haired woman might belong to Toji's kind.
Such a barbaric way, he had only seen such a thing on Toji in all these years, oh no, now there was another red-haired guy.
With his back against the back of the chair, Shiu took a puff of cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke expressionlessly.
"Meow—"
The white cat sitting in the passenger seat suddenly called out, the voice was sweet and proud.
The car door clicked open, and someone sat down in the passenger seat. The fingers holding the cigarette paused, and Shiu turned around and saw a familiar redhead. The white cat jumped on her lap and stuck out his tongue to lick her lips.
Yayoi paused, and her head went straight into the soft belly of the cat, indulging in the soft belly of the cat.
Shiu's mouth twitched, and she waited patiently for Yayoi to finish smoking the cat before speaking, "Done?"
"Done." Yayoi pinched the soft pad of the cat, and the cat let her pinch, "Let's go to the next mission location."
"No problem."
Shiu extinguished the spark of the cigarette, put his hand on the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator to drive the car as steady as an old dog.
In short, this was a day to challenge his mentality.
This was the most tiring day for Shiu after he and Toji lost contact. He ran around Tokyo with the executors, and from time to time he had to experience the horror of facing the god of death, challenging his mentality to the limit. The white cat on the passenger seat was snoring, and he was looking at the cursed spirit that stuck to the car window affectionately. The white cat turned over on the passenger seat. When he was thinking about whether to stroke it, Yayoi's knife flew directly over and stabbed straight to the door, almost breaking the window and shooting over to take his life.
Shiu: "..."
Japan was a high-incidence area for cursed spirits. Curse users were busy inside and outside. Compared with risking their lives to exorcise cursed spirits, curse users prefer to make money by cursing people. The money came quickly and there was no need to lose their lives. These high-risk bounties were naturally piled aside. It was normal for unexpected situations to occur during the mission when someone willing to take the bounty finally appeared.
Yayoi's work efficiency was unexpectedly high. At dusk, Shiu drove her to three mission locations in succession, and the total reward of 10 million was deposited into Suguru's account.
Suguru, who received the 10 million remittance, stared at his phone in silence for a long time, and suddenly felt terrified. He took out another phone and inserted a phone card, and quickly pulled Satoru out of the blacklist.
At the devil's hour, the golden red sunset fell on the streets, the telephone poles cast long shadows on the ground, and the cool autumn wind whistled past the withered yellow leaves.
Shiu parked the car on the side of the city road close to Star Religious Group, and took a break after a day of fear.
The man leaned on the front of the car, with a black jacket on his arm, a cigarette in his other hand, and a puff of tobacco-smelling smoke from his mouth.
Yayoi hugged her cat and went into the convenience store. She took the white cat with her wherever she went. When she came out, she had a plastic bag in her hand.
Yayoi put the plastic bag on the front of the car, rummaged through it, took out a bento and handed it to Shiu.
The lunch box still had a warm smell. Shiu took the lunch box subconsciously and looked down. The words "Secret Beef Donburi" were printed on the wrapping paper. This was a simple lunch box sold at convenience stores at mealtime, specially designed for office workers who were too busy to cook.
"Please drive me to the mission location all day." Yayoi stuffed him with another bottle of milk.
Such a conscientious partner was rare these days.
Shiu held the bento box, and was silent for a long time in the thick twilight. After a long time, he solemnly said, "I'm sorry."
Yayoi didn't understand why he apologized.
Shiu held a straw in his mouth, slurping the milk from the milk carton in the twilight of the evening, thinking that he shouldn't have said that she was like Toji. She and Toji, that heartless bastard who owed him commission, were clearly two different people. Let alone bringing him a meal box, it would be a blessing if he didn't owe him commission.
After a busy day of work, Yayoi returned to the Star Religious Group and first gave Gojo the Cat a bath. During the process of bathing the cat, she stroked the cat and felt very comfortable. After the bath, the cat smelled fragrant. She stroked the cat for a long time before going to cook.
When night fell, the moonlight spread across the sky as clear as water.
Suguru came over and gave her a bank card with her salary for today's work. After roughly explaining the amount in it to her, Suguru witnessed the red-haired woman's expression of being stunned while holding the cat.
"It shouldn't take so much to buy cat food." Yayoi held her cat and muttered to herself.
Suguru: "...you make money to raise a cat?"
Yayoi nodded while holding the purring cat.
For a moment, Suguru didn't know whether to say she was out of touch with the world or that she had a weird way of thinking.
Finally, she thought about it and said, "And pay off debts."
"You owe a debt?" Suguru raised her eyebrows.
Yayoi nodded, "I smashed a Honda car."
Suguru suddenly remembered that when he went to find her that day, he actually saw a Honda car with smoke coming out of the front of the car on the street, and thought to himself that it was you who smashed it.
"The money was paid by Gojo-san." Yayoi blinked.
Suguru: "..."
You were cheated, you were definitely cheated, he definitely wanted to take you back.
"He said that being his assistant can pay off debts, and there's also salary." The big white cat slid onto her knees and turned over his belly. Yayoi rubbed his belly, "I don't want to be his assistant, and I can't not pay back the money I owe others."
"So I still rely on my own work to support myself and the cat, and to pay off debts." Yayoi looked at Suguru with a firm expression, "Geto-san, I will pay your rent and utility bills, I won't do it for free."
Yayoi honestly put the phone's sim card in front of Suguru.
"I'll leave Gojo-san to you."
Suguru: "..."
The respond changed to sunny, cheerful and positive in an instant. Suguru almost forgot that he was the notorious 'evil curse user'. Suguru, who reacted, felt that this redhead was poisonous.
Suguru had dinner at Yayoi's residence. Yayoi cooked the meal. It was his favorite soba noodles. The ingredients were brought back by her when she came back from work. The cooking temperature was well controlled and the ingredients were well selected. Suguru, a soba noodle lover, gave several thumbs up.
After dinner, Suguru left Yayoi's residence in a daze, returned to his own residence in a daze, washed himself in a daze, and crawled into the bed in a daze.
The quiet night was filled with the continuous chirping of night insects, and the moonlight quietly flowed into the tatami of the room.
Suguru's mind was full of Yayoi's optimistic attitude towards life, living a good life and actively repaying debts. He tossed and turned in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. He cursed the redhead in his heart, lifted the quilt, got up, took out his mobile phone, transferred a sum of money to Satoru, and then fell asleep with satisfaction.
Satoru who received a transfer from an unknown source in the middle of the night: ???
The strongest sorcerer who regarded money as dirt looked down, and his extraordinary memory reminded him that the amount of money was exactly the same as the money he gave to Yayoi to deal with the mess that night. He didn't need to think too much to know where the money came from.
What the hell.
Satoru raised his eyebrows.
Although he was not short of money, she actually paid back the money honestly.
There were all kinds of weird things these days.
More and more, he wanted to pull the person over.
Sliding his fingers on the screen twice, Satoru saw another unknown message, which was sent around dusk.
Satoru clicked on the message page and found that this message was sent by Suguru.
[Your wife is awesome.]
Satoru: ???
Satoru felt that Suguru's brain was caught by the toilet lid, otherwise why would he say such dirty words to him in the middle of the night.
Where did he get a wife?
· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad
Satoru Gojo: If I really had a wife, I would immediately break his legs.
Gojo the Cat: It doesn't matter if you don't have a wife, the important thing is that I do. When I become a human again, I will immediately beat him up.
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