Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Time flew by. Under the strong impetus of Gojo Satoru and the diligent maintenance efforts of Principal Yaga and others, the new order of the Jujutsu world, like a sapling that had weathered storms and taken root, was not yet a towering tree but was already flourishing and gradually stabilizing. The stale, rigid rules were replaced by regulations that were more humane and efficient. Resource allocation became fairer, and the younger generation had more opportunities to distinguish themselves. This change infused the entire Jujutsu world with less oppression and more vitality.

As the cicadas of high summer began their tireless chorus and the sunlight grew fierce and generous, Gojo Satoru looked at the last proposal on his desk requiring his signature—a plan for establishing a psychological counseling system for Jujutsu Sorcerers. He signed his name with a flourish, tossed the pen aside, and let out a long sigh of relief.

“Done!” He stretched, a look of relief mixed with slyness on his face. “It’s time for me to retire gracefully!”

His so-called “graceful retirement” meant, once again and officially, dumping the entire mess back onto Principal Yaga.

“Principal~” Gojo Satoru sauntered into the principal’s office and slapped a “resignation letter” (if it could be called a letter; it only had a large smiley face and the words “I’m going on vacation~”) onto Principal Yaga’s desk. His tone was cheerful. “You’ll have to work hard from now on! I believe that under your brilliant leadership, the future of the Jujutsu world will be even brighter!”

Principal Yaga looked at the “resignation letter,” then up at Gojo Satoru’s face, which was practically screaming “I want to play.” A vein throbbed in his temple, but it ultimately dissolved into a helpless sigh. He had long anticipated this day. It was already a miracle that the “Strongest” had dutifully handled official business for several months.

“Go,” Principal Yaga waved his hand, his voice heavy with weary resignation. “Just don’t cause trouble.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Gojo Satoru guaranteed with a grin, then added, “Oh, right. If there’s a problem you absolutely can’t solve, or if some idiot jumps out again… you know where to find me.”

With that, he didn’t wait for Principal Yaga’s response, but hummed an off-key tune and instantly vanished from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in Xue Yang’s dorm room. Xue Yang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, studying a new poison formula on his phone screen, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Let’s go, Xue Yang!” Gojo Satoru snatched his phone away, quickly speaking before Xue Yang could react. “I’m taking you somewhere great!”

Xue Yang looked up, displeased. “Where? What crazy idea do you have now?”

“Okinawa! The beach!” Gojo Satoru’s eyes sparkled like a large dog eager to run free. “Sunlight! Sand! Waves! And super delicious sea salt ice cream and mango shaved ice!”

Xue Yang had no concept of “sunlight and sand,” but “sea salt ice cream” and “mango shaved ice” successfully piqued his interest. He raised an eyebrow, offered no further objection, and tacitly agreed.

A few hours later, the two of them were stepping onto the scorching white sands of Okinawa.

The azure sky merged with the deeper blue sea at the horizon. A salty, warm sea breeze swept over them, accompanied by the crash of waves against the shore. Tourists in various brightly colored swimsuits played on the beach or chased the surf in the shallow water. The air was filled with the scent of sunscreen and the unique aroma of the ocean.

This was Xue Yang’s first time seeing the real ocean. He stood on the beach, gazing at the boundless blue water before him, which shimmered like scattered diamonds under the sun. He was slightly stunned. This was completely different from the Yi Manor he was familiar with, shrouded in resentment, or the skyscraper-filled Tokyo. It was vast, free, and possessed a raw, powerful vitality.

Gojo Satoru had quickly changed into flashy, printed beach shorts and a loose Hawaiian shirt. His sunglasses were pushed up onto his forehead, revealing a brilliant smile. He grabbed Xue Yang, who was still slightly dazed, and rushed toward a seaside shop, buying two blue sea salt ice creams advertised as local specialties.

The ice cream melted on the tongue, the unique blend of salty and sweet flavors spreading across his palate. The richness of the milk and the crispness of the sea salt instantly dispelled the summer heat. Xue Yang’s eyes brightened slightly, and he quickened his pace of licking the ice cream.

“How is it? Didn’t lie to you, did I?” Gojo Satoru draped an arm proudly over his shoulder.

Xue Yang snorted, not denying it, and focused on dealing with the ice cream in his hand.

For the next few days, they enjoyed the tropical island leisure like the most ordinary tourists.

Gojo Satoru dragged Xue Yang snorkeling, watching colorful tropical fish dart through the coral reefs (Xue Yang had no interest in fish but developed a research interest in a certain type of reportedly poisonous sea urchin, prompting Gojo Satoru to quickly pull him away). They rode a rented scooter, speeding along the coastline, the sea breeze ruffling Xue Yang’s slightly curly black hair and Gojo Satoru’s white strands (Xue Yang complained that the thing wasn’t as fast as Calamity, but the feeling of riding into the wind was admittedly not bad). They lay on beach chairs, drinking iced coconut water, watching the sunset paint the sky and sea in magnificent shades of orange and red (Xue Yang spent most of the time dozing off or secretly glancing at Gojo Satoru’s profile outlined by the setting sun).

Gojo Satoru’s care for Xue Yang was meticulous. He applied sunscreen layer after layer (even though Xue Yang complained about the stickiness), immediately pulled him under a parasol when the sun got too strong, bought any novel snack he saw to feed him, and took him to sample the freshest local seafood cuisine in the evenings.

Xue Yang went from being awkward at first, to grudgingly accepting, and finally almost getting used to the feeling of being pampered like a fragile object. He even tolerated the childish beach shorts with cartoon octopuses that Gojo Satoru insisted on buying him, as well as the silly Crocs.

Of course, Gojo Satoru’s essential nature as a “hell-raiser” was also fully displayed at the beach. At night, on the balcony of their luxurious suite facing the ocean, accompanied by the rhythm of the waves, he pinned Xue Yang against the railing, engaging in one deep, soul-level “exchange” after another under the stars and moonlight. The sea breeze carried the scent of arousal, and the distant lighthouse beam flickered on and off like a witness.

One evening, the two walked along a less crowded stretch of beach, the lingering sunset stretching their shadows long. Xue Yang held a newly purchased, cute seashell wind chime (Gojo Satoru insisted on buying it for him), looking down as the waves washed over his ankles again and again before receding.

“Hey, Gojo Satoru,” Xue Yang suddenly spoke.

“Hmm?”

“This place… isn’t bad.” Xue Yang’s voice was soft, almost swallowed by the sound of the waves.

Gojo Satoru paused, and then a surge of immense joy filled his heart. Hearing a positive comment from Xue Yang was more satisfying than receiving a hundred desserts.

He stopped, turned to face Xue Yang, and said seriously, “If you like it, we can come often. Or we can go to other places; there are tons of fun spots in the world.”

Xue Yang looked up at Gojo Satoru’s eyes, which seemed especially gentle in the twilight, and a corner of his heart completely softened. He nodded. “…Whatever you want.”

Gojo Satoru smiled and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss carried the saltiness of the sea breeze and the lingering sweetness of ice cream, tender and prolonged.

Vacations always passed quickly. As the return flight soared into the sky, Xue Yang looked out the window at the blue island that was shrinking and finally being covered by clouds, feeling a faint sense of reluctance.

Gojo Satoru held his hand, his fingertip lightly scratching his palm. “Reluctant to leave? We’ll go again next time.”

Xue Yang withdrew his gaze, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes. “You’re noisy. I’m sleeping.”

Gojo Satoru looked at the slight upturn of his lips, knowing he was just being stubborn. He covered Xue Yang with a blanket and adjusted his posture to make him more comfortable.

Back at Jujutsu High, life seemed to return to its original track. But some things had quietly changed. Xue Yang’s room now had a seashell wind chime, and several colorful pieces of coral sat on his windowsill. As for Gojo Satoru, while he still occasionally slipped away to find Xue Yang or used various excuses to skip boring meetings, his overall demeanor was more relaxed and content than before.

The new order operated smoothly under the management of Principal Yaga and others, and the young people at Jujutsu High were diligently growing on their respective paths. Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang, after experiencing upheaval and reconstruction, had finally found their own way to balance work (for Gojo Satoru) and life.

Summer continued, and the sun remained fierce. But for them, the best time was perhaps like this: bickering, accompanying each other, writing their own future in days both mundane and adventurous.

And that azure sea, and the time they spent together by the shore, became a bright and warm imprint in their hearts, signaling countless beautiful possibilities awaiting them to explore together.