Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 43

The playful banter and warmth within Jujutsu High were, ultimately, just a brief calm in the eye of the storm. Xue Yang’s unique and powerful abilities—especially his capacity to completely annihilate Sukuna’s fingers, and his Domain, Burial Mounds of a Hundred Ghosts, which allowed him to forcibly command Cursed Spirits—had ultimately failed to remain completely hidden from certain eyes that had been closely monitoring Jujutsu High’s movements.

A document marked “Top Secret” and “Highest Urgency” was placed before the most powerful elders of the Jujutsu Headquarters. The file detailed (though somewhat distorted and exaggerated) Xue Yang’s actions in the abandoned industrial park, where he “destroyed” Sukuna’s finger, and his bizarre ability to control Cursed Spirits. It characterized him as “uncontrollable, extremely dangerous, and a potential threat to the existing jujutsu system.” The final conclusion was stark: it recommended executing a “secret death sentence” of the highest caliber to eliminate future trouble!

“This child absolutely cannot be allowed to live!” An old man with white hair and a stern face slammed his hand heavily on the table, his eyes sinister. “If they are not of our kind, their heart must be treacherous! Especially since he possesses such dangerous power! Gojo Satoru is already lawless enough; if we allow this child to grow, the consequences are unimaginable!”

“I second that. Sukuna’s fingers are crucial for maintaining balance, yet he destroyed one so easily. Such power is itself a ‘curse’!”

“We must deal with him quickly, before Gojo Satoru…”

Before the voice finished, the heavy wooden door of the conference room—reinforced with special Cursed Energy and theoretically capable of withstanding a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit’s impact—exploded! Amidst flying splinters, a tall, imposing figure, radiating a suffocating pressure, stepped slowly into the room like a descending demon god.

Gojo Satoru!

The usual playful smile was absent from his face. His pale blue eyes behind the sunglasses were as cold as ten thousand years of ice, sweeping over the high-ranking officials whose expressions instantly changed. He didn’t even intentionally release Cursed Energy, but the absolute pressure belonging to “The Strongest” solidified the air in the entire room, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

“I think I heard some… very interesting proposals?” Gojo Satoru’s voice was calm, yet carried the terrifying atmosphere of an impending storm. Every word was like an ice pick striking the hearts of those present. “Regarding… the disposal of my student, my partner?”

The old man who had spoken first forced himself to remain composed, shouting with false bravado, “Gojo Satoru! What do you think you are doing?! This is the Headquarters! You will not be allowed to act recklessly! Xue Yang’s existence seriously threatens the stability of the jujutsu world. According to the regulations…”

“Regulations?” Gojo Satoru interrupted him, a deeply mocking curve forming on his lips. “Your set of rigid, outdated regulations, used only to eliminate dissenters and maintain your pathetic little sliver of power?”

He took a step forward, and the invisible pressure suddenly doubled. A few of the weaker officials couldn’t help but groan, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

“Threat? Stability?” Gojo Satoru’s gaze was like a physical blade, scraping across everyone’s faces. “I think you mean a threat to your frog-in-the-well, self-righteous rule, don’t you? Are you afraid of the emergence of power you can’t control? Afraid that someone might break the cage you’ve woven with rules?”

“You… you are talking nonsense!” another official stammered, pointing a trembling finger at him.

“Nonsense?” Gojo Satoru sneered. He casually picked up the file about Xue Yang from the table. Without even looking at it, he applied a slight pressure with his fingertip, and the document instantly turned to dust. “Do you, a bunch of useless relics hiding behind the scenes who need others to exorcise even a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, really think you are qualified to decide his life or death?”

He surveyed the room, his eyes contemptuous, his tone resolute and unquestionable:

“I came here today not to listen to your drivel, and not to reason with you.”

“I came here to inform you.”

“Starting this moment, the Jujutsu Headquarters is under my control.”

As the words fell, before anyone could react, Gojo Satoru’s Cursed Energy erupted! His Limitless technique fully deployed, the space of the entire conference room was forcibly controlled and warped by him!

“Gojo Satoru! How dare you—!”

“We represent the tradition and order of the jujutsu world!”

“This is treason!”

The screams of panic and fury abruptly ceased. In the face of absolute power, all protests and threats were rendered pale and ineffective.

Gojo Satoru did not kill anyone. But he used the most direct and overbearing method to strip every high-ranking representative present of their power and Cursed Energy. With exquisitely precise control, he temporarily sealed their techniques, destroyed the cursed tools and communication devices that linked them to their respective families and factions, and, with absolute dominance, planted an irreversible brand of fear deep within their souls.

The entire process was astonishingly fast. By the time the guards outside, sensing something was wrong, rushed in, they saw only the formerly high and mighty figures, their faces ashen, slumped in their seats, their eyes vacant, as if all their spirit had been drained away. Gojo Satoru remained standing in the center of the room, his white clothes like snow, spotless, as if he had merely performed a trivial task.

“Clean this up,” Gojo Satoru instructed the rushing jujutsu sorcerers, who belonged to the Gojo Clan or were completely loyal to him. “From today onward, the operation of the Headquarters will be temporarily overseen directly by me. All discussions concerning Xue Yang are permanently sealed. If anyone dares to mention even half a word detrimental to him again…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the icy look in his eyes said it all.

A silent yet complete purge was accomplished in less than half an hour. The core of the old forces that had dominated the top of the jujutsu world for centuries was uprooted and thoroughly replaced by Gojo Satoru with the speed of a thunderbolt.

The news swept through the entire jujutsu world like a hurricane, causing a massive uproar. Shock, fear, disbelief… various emotions intertwined. But no one dared to publicly question it. Because the person who acted was Gojo Satoru, the universally acknowledged “Strongest.” He used his actions to declare to everyone: Xue Yang was his untouchable reverse scale. Any person or faction attempting to harm Xue Yang would face his merciless and destructive retaliation.

When Gojo Satoru returned to Jujutsu High, the sky was nearing dusk. The lazy smile he usually wore had returned to his face, as if the storm that had just changed the landscape of the jujutsu world had nothing to do with him.

Xue Yang was sitting on the windowsill of the dormitory, dangling his legs and watching the sunset. He seemed to sense something, turned his head, saw Gojo Satoru, and raised an eyebrow: “Where did you go? You smell like… annoying old relics.”

Gojo Satoru walked over, leaned against the window, and reached out to pinch his cheek, his tone light: “I went to clean up some trash that didn’t know its place.”

Xue Yang slapped his hand away, his amber eyes fixed on him: “Because of me?”

Gojo Satoru didn’t deny it, just smiled: “If they want to touch you, they have to ask me first.”

Xue Yang was silent for a moment, looking down at his hands, his voice muffled: “My ability… is indeed very dangerous.”

“So what?” Gojo Satoru leaned down, lifted him off the windowsill, and pulled him into his arms, resting his chin on the top of Xue Yang’s head. “Dangerous is good. The more dangerous you are, the less people dare to provoke you. Besides, no matter how dangerous, you are mine.”

His embrace was warm and firm, carrying a faint scent of gunpowder that hadn’t completely dissipated, and a sense of absolute protection.

Xue Yang leaned into his arms, feeling that unquestionable shield. The last bit of unease caused by the high-ranking officials’ covetousness quietly vanished. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Gojo Satoru’s waist, whispering:

“…Next time, take me with you.”

Gojo Satoru paused, then chuckled softly, his chest vibrating: “Alright, I’ll definitely take you next time. I’ll let you see with your own eyes how those old geezers who dared to scheme against you cry and beg for mercy.”

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the silhouettes of the embracing pair, coating them in a warm halo.

While the outside world was turbulent due to Gojo Satoru’s swift action, the interior of Jujutsu High remained a sanctuary, firmly guarded by the strongest sorcerer. And Xue Yang knew that from this moment on, he and Gojo Satoru had truly become a community of shared destiny and interest—one prospers, both prosper; one suffers, both suffer.

This feeling wasn’t bad. In fact, it brought an unprecedented sense of belonging and… security to his heart, which was accustomed to solitude and darkness.

As long as this person was here, he truly felt he could be fearless.