Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 44

The news of Gojo Satoru’s thunderous purge of the Jujutsu Headquarters was like a giant stone dropped into stagnant water, stirring up unprecedented shockwaves and repercussions in the jujutsu world. Fear, observation, doubt, and even covert resistance spread among the remnants of the old guard. However, among the younger generation, lower- and middle-tier sorcerers, and especially the commoner sorcerers long suppressed by the aristocratic clans, a subtle, long-held anticipation emerged—perhaps this lion, long bound by shackles, could truly tear apart the deadlock of entrenched corruption.

Gojo Satoru did not rely solely on the deterrence of raw power. He knew that destroying the old world was easy; building a new order was the real challenge. After temporarily suppressing all overt opposition with absolute military might, he did not choose dictatorship but immediately began the intensive work of reconstruction.

The first thing he did was abolish a large number of outdated, rigid, and life-disregarding old regulations. For example, the absurd rule that “failure to complete a mission or causing significant loss requires severe punishment or even execution” was thrown directly into the shredder.

“The primary duty of a sorcerer is to exorcise Cursed Spirits and protect ordinary people. Missions inherently carry extremely high risks and uncertainties. Should failure due to force majeure cost a life? What good is a rule like that, other than forcing sorcerers to be timid and hesitant during missions, or even conceal the truth?” Gojo Satoru’s tone was sharp and mocking during the first informal briefing on the new order, addressing some of the personnel he had summoned.

He issued new guiding principles: mission assessments would comprehensively consider difficulty, accuracy of intelligence, and factors of force majeure; the focus after failure would be on review, summation, and improvement, rather than blind punishment; and a comprehensive system of compensation and support would be established for sorcerers injured, disabled, or killed in the line of duty, as well as their families.

“A sorcerer’s life is also a life,” Gojo Satoru said, his voice not loud but ringing with authority, as he surveyed the people present, whose expressions varied. “From now on, anyone who dares to treat those beneath them as expendable resources should not blame me for treating them as expendable resources.”

This was only the beginning. He set about reforming the mission allocation system, introducing a more transparent system of points and contribution metrics. This broke the monopoly held by the clans on high-reward, high-visibility missions, allowing capable commoner sorcerers to gain the resources and status they deserved. He significantly raised the pay and authority of grassroots sorcerers and assistant managers, emphasizing teamwork and information sharing to reduce unnecessary sacrifices.

Naturally, such sweeping reform could not proceed smoothly. Remnants of the old guard were still stirring in the shadows; some feigned compliance while secretly resisting, others spread rumors, and some even attempted to contact external forces to exert pressure. But Gojo Satoru’s response was simple and effective—any action confirmed to be obstructing reform or jeopardizing the stability of the new order, regardless of who was behind it, would be met with a personal “visit” from him. After several veteran sorcerers, who prided themselves on their seniority, were “invited” for tea and emerged pale and utterly silent, most of the noise quickly subsided.

After stabilizing the situation, Gojo Satoru began forming a new, more representative decision-making body. He knew that dictatorship was not sustainable; a healthy system required checks and balances and diverse voices.

The first person he invited was Principal Yaga. The former Jujutsu High principal was upright, highly experienced, and passionate about cultivating the next generation of sorcerers, enjoying immense prestige among the core middle ranks. Having him in charge would ensure the stability and continuity of the new order.

After careful consideration, Principal Yaga accepted the heavy responsibility. He looked at Gojo Satoru with a complex expression: “Satoru, you’ve caused quite a stir this time.”

Gojo Satoru grinned and slung an arm over his shoulder: “Principal~ I’ll have to rely on your wisdom a lot in the future! I’m very respectful of my elders and protective of the young!”

Yaga: “…Take your hand off me.”

Next, he selected a group of young, capable, and absolutely loyal core members from within the Gojo Clan who possessed the foundation and resources of a major clan but were relatively untainted by outdated notions. They were crucial executive forces for implementing the reforms.

Most importantly, he extended an olive branch to the marginalized genius sorcerers of commoner birth and the diligent grassroots representatives. These individuals had fought on the front lines for years, best understanding the suffering of the lower ranks and the flaws of the existing system. Their inclusion would inject the most authentic blood and perspective into the new order.

Ultimately, a streamlined but more efficient new decision-making group began to take shape, consisting of Principal Yaga as Chief Advisor, the Gojo Clan’s new generation, and representatives of commoner sorcerers. Although internal arguments and adjustments would still occur, it at least represented the interests of a broader group, rather than being the sole domain of a few ancient families.

Inside Jujutsu High, everyone felt the external upheaval most directly.

“I feel like… mission reports are much easier to write?” Itadori Yuji scratched his head, looking at the newly issued, more humane mission assessment guidelines.

Kugisaki Nobara nodded: “And the medical resources and time off after being injured are much clearer now.”

Fushiguro Megumi looked thoughtfully at the bulletin board listing the resources available for exchange with the new points system: “It seems that getting high-grade Cursed Tools or secret techniques won’t necessarily require relying on family connections anymore.”

Zenin Maki was pleased: “It’s about time.”

Panda and Inumaki Toge also noticed the change in atmosphere; their training felt significantly lighter.

Xue Yang, the core catalyst for this storm, seemed detached from it all. He continued to act according to his own whims, taking missions he liked, researching his poisons and Cursed Tools, and being forcibly held by Gojo Satoru to sleep at night. Regarding the tempest Gojo Satoru had stirred up outside, he only lazily raised an eye when Gojo Satoru returned late one night, exhausted yet excited, rambling about how he had “persuaded” a certain stubborn conservative.

“Done talking? Go take a bath, you’re too loud.”

Gojo Satoru was amused by his reaction and leaned in to kiss him: “Aren’t you worried that your teacher might be schemed against outside?”

Xue Yang scoffed, a wisp of black Cursed Energy wrapping around his fingertip, his eyes dangerous: “If anyone dares to scheme against you, I’ll turn their headquarters into a real Burial Mounds.”

Gojo Satoru laughed heartily, pulling him closer. His little wild beast was expressing his solidarity in the most direct way possible.

The new rules were implemented with some difficulty, and the new order gradually took shape through challenges and adaptation. The stagnant water of the jujutsu world had finally been stirred up by the strongest hand, Gojo Satoru. The road ahead remained long, and hidden enemies were not necessarily completely eliminated, but at least the dawn of hope had pierced the thick clouds, illuminating a path completely different from the past.

Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang stood at this juncture of old and new eras: one commanded the stage, reshaping the rules; the other sharpened his claws behind the scenes, becoming the most feared trump card. They were each other’s armor and weakness, facing a future full of unknowns and possibilities together.

In the bright, clean new office, Gojo Satoru looked at the documents on the table regarding the new commoner sorcerer support program. Then he looked out the window at the Jujutsu High training ground, where Xue Yang was “instructing” (unilaterally beating up) his classmates, and a determined smile curved his lips.

This world would become much more interesting because of him, because of them.