Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 57

The shadow of Ryomen Sukuna completely dissipated, like a thousand-year-old dark cloud hanging over the Jujutsu world being blown away by a gale, revealing the long-lost clear blue sky. Life at Jujutsu High finally returned to its proper rhythm—tense but orderly, busy yet hopeful.

The mission board no longer displayed alarming “Special Grade” alerts. Instead, it was filled with routine work: clearing out Cursed Spirit gathering spots, investigating anomalous phenomena, or assisting the “Window” in monitoring. The first-year students were now capable of handling tasks independently, often heading out in groups with astonishing efficiency. Under the alternating guidance of Nanami Kento and Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuji cautiously controlled the “legacy” inherited from Sukuna—the slashing techniques of Dismantle and Cleave. This power was like an untamed beast that could backfire if he wasn’t careful, but with Itadori’s firm will and the help of his companions, he was gradually making it his own. Gojo Satoru’s training for him was particularly strict, even harsh, because he knew better than anyone the danger and potential of that power.

The atmosphere in the theoretical class was also much lighter. Professor Sato remained rigorous, but the content he taught was no longer limited to cold regulations; he began incorporating more analysis based on real-world combat cases. Occasionally, Gojo Satoru would drop by to audit on a whim, whispering complaints to Xue Yang below, “This old man is so boring,” only to be fiercely kicked by Xue Yang under the desk.

On the training grounds, sweat and shouts remained the main theme. Maki and Fushiguro Megumi’s coordination grew smoother, and Kugisaki Nobara’s use of Cursed Tools became increasingly masterful. Panda and Inumaki Toge’s daily antics also added much-needed fun to the grueling training. Okkotsu Yuta, as a senior, often offered pointers; his composure and strength became a goal for many juniors to look up to.

Everything seemed to be back on track.

However, against this backdrop of general calm, a certain white-haired teacher appeared exceptionally… restless.

Ever since successfully proposing and slipping the ring onto Xue Yang’s ring finger, Gojo Satoru seemed to have completely shed the pretense of being a “role model” (though he didn’t have much to begin with). He was now sprinting down the path of “doting” on his fiancé, accelerating rapidly toward the territory of “being utterly shameless.”

It was as if some strange switch had been flipped, giving him immense enthusiasm for exploring “new maps” and “new gameplay.”

The Bathroom: The steamy mist blurred the mirror. Xue Yang was pressed against the cold tiled wall, warm water washing over their intertwined bodies. Gojo Satoru’s kiss was forcefully insistent, his hands roaming over Xue Yang’s smooth skin, his voice mixing with the sound of the water, low and seductive: “Want to try it here? The water sound can cover…”

The Kitchen: The moment Xue Yang reached for a glass of water, he was embraced from behind. Gojo Satoru nibbled on his sensitive earlobe, his hand already naughtily exploring beneath the hem of the pajamas, his breath hot: “I heard that on the counter… it has a unique flavor? And no one’s around right now…”

The Balcony: The night was deep, and the city lights looked like a river of stars on the ground. Xue Yang was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass, the cold touch making him shiver slightly. Gojo Satoru wrapped his arms around him from behind, biting the soft flesh of his nape, chuckling: “Let all of Tokyo see that you are mine…” (Of course, a barrier had been set up beforehand, so nothing could be seen from outside.)

And that was just “innovation” in location.

One evening, Gojo Satoru mysteriously produced an exquisitely packaged box. Xue Yang opened it suspiciously, revealing a pair of fluffy black cat-ear headbands, a realistic black cat tail with a small sphere at the tip… and some silicone products and leather restraints of unknown purpose, which instantly made one blush just by looking at them.

Xue Yang’s face immediately turned as black as a pot bottom. He grabbed the items, ready to throw them at Gojo Satoru’s face: “What the hell… are you thinking about all day?!”

Gojo Satoru easily caught them, smiling like a fox who had stolen a chicken, and shook the cat ears: “Just try it~ Just once? It’ll definitely suit you!” He leaned closer, looking at Xue Yang with those unfairly beautiful pale blue eyes, his tone pleading, “Fiancé~ Just satisfy my little wish~”

Ultimately, under Gojo Satoru’s relentless pestering and the temptation of certain “unequal treaties,” Xue Yang reluctantly… tried it. The consequence was that he could barely get out of bed the next day, and he spent the entire day glaring daggers at the refreshed culprit who looked like he had absorbed plenty of vitality.

Similar scenes played out every few days. Gojo Satoru seemed to have inexhaustible energy, constantly finding new ways to torment and thoroughly consume Xue Yang, inside and out. Although Xue Yang’s physical constitution far exceeded that of ordinary people, he couldn’t withstand this high-frequency, high-intensity, and highly varied “nighttime activity.”

He started feeling sore and tired, his focus occasionally slipping during training, and once he even almost fell asleep during a theory class.

Finally, one morning, Xue Yang looked at the fresh hickeys on his neck and the faint dark circles under his eyes in the mirror. Then, recalling the almost non-existent lace “pajamas” he had been forced to wear last night, a surge of nameless anger mixed with shame rushed to his head.

He had reached his limit!

That day, Xue Yang walked straight to the mission assignment office, expressionlessly accepted the list of all available external missions for the coming week, regardless of grade or location, and then left Jujutsu High without looking back or even saying goodbye to Gojo Satoru.

When Gojo Satoru finished his day of teaching (and was plotting what new props to use that night), humming a tune as he returned to the dorm, he only found an empty room and a note left on the desk. Written in extremely messy handwriting were the words:

Mission, one week, do not disturb.

Gojo Satoru held the note, stunned for a few seconds, then let out a low chuckle, his smile tinged with helplessness and more… indulgence and excitement.

“Oh dear, did I piss off the little kitty? Did he run off to seek peace and quiet?” He stroked his chin, calculating light flickering in his pale blue eyes. “The monk may run, but the temple remains~ It’s only a week, that’s fast~”

He pulled out his phone and skillfully dialed a number: “Hello? It’s me. Yes, send me the locations and information for the missions Xue Yang accepted. Oh, and while you’re at it… get me the hotel information for where he’s staying.”

Hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru happily hummed a tune. Did his little wild beast think running away would save him? Too naive.

It was a good time for him to deal with his backlog of official duties (mainly by dumping the files on Principal Yaga), and then… he could embark on an interesting “wild capture” game.

The sunset at Jujutsu High was still warm, and the shouts on the training ground were still full of vitality. Meanwhile, a fun chase involving the “capture of a runaway fiancé” was about to quietly unfold at the mission locations. No one knew that their powerful classmate, Xue Yang, was currently rushing from one mission site to the next, exhausted, all to avoid his fiancé’s “excessive demands.”

The outcome of this chase would most likely end with Xue Yang being caught by a certain all-powerful white-haired teacher, then “punished on the spot” in a hotel at a mission location, and forced to sign more “humiliating” treaties.

After all, the word “give up” had never existed in Gojo Satoru’s dictionary. Especially not when it came to the unique treasure he had already claimed as his own.