Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 8

Eighth Day of Crossing Over

Gojo Satoru walked through the shattered streets of Shibuya, holding Geto Suguru’s cold corpse. The night was deep, the smoke of battle had not yet cleared, and the once-bustling city center was now nothing but broken walls, scattered ruins, and a pervasive scent of curses. His steps were steady. No emotion was visible on his blindfolded face, but the tightly pressed line of his lips betrayed a heavy exhaustion.

Xue Yang followed a few steps behind him, hands clasped behind his head, looking utterly bored. He glanced around, taking in the strange, scarred world. Collapsed skyscrapers, twisted metal, dried black bloodstains on the ground, and the residual traces of various Cursed Energy in the air—all of it was novel to him, and it made the destructive impulse deep in his bones stir restlessly. Especially the white-haired man walking ahead; that air of having everything under control, even his grief seeming effortless… it truly made his hands itch.

Xue Yang pressed his tongue against his cheek, suppressing the malicious urge bubbling up inside. He couldn’t win; he knew that much. While exorcising the Curses just now, especially when he saw through the trick of the brain-flower occupying the corpse on the rooftop, he had taken the measure of the man. This white-haired blind man’s strength was unfathomable. If he fought him head-on, he would definitely not fare well.

But just follow obediently? Impossible.

His eyes darted around, and his face instantly shifted to an almost innocent expression. He jogged a few steps to catch up with Gojo Satoru, softening his voice deliberately, adopting a sticky, wheedling tone:

“Gege, where are we going?”

The word “Gege” (older brother) was called out sweetly and crisply, as if laced with a hook.

Gojo Satoru’s steps paused almost imperceptibly. Blindfolded, no one could see his expression, but his beautifully sculpted jawline seemed to soften for a moment. This feeling was… very new. His students and juniors respected him, relied on him, and occasionally, like Itadori Yuji, showed pure admiration, but no one had ever called him “Gege” in such a… slightly spoiled, yet clearly ill-intentioned tone.

He could feel the almost overflowing malice and defiance emanating from the boy beside him, like a wild cat that constantly wanted to scratch someone but was forced to retract its claws temporarily due to the size difference. This “Gege” was clearly a sugar-coated bullet, wrapped around a test and a hidden provocation.

Yet, Gojo Satoru found it highly amusing.

“We need to find a place to settle Suguru first.” Gojo Satoru’s voice was unreadable, but his tone was significantly gentler than when he was fighting Kenjaku moments ago. “Then, I’ll find you a place to stay, little one.”

Xue Yang inwardly curled his lip, but his smile grew even sweeter on the surface. He even reached out, trying to tug on Gojo Satoru’s sleeve: “Gege is so nice~ What about after that? Can I stay with Gege? I don’t know anyone here, and I’m so scared.” While he spoke of fear, his eyes sparkled with eagerness, as if saying, “Hurry up and take me to find some fun.”

Gojo Satoru subtly shifted his body, effortlessly avoiding the hand that might be hiding a poisoned fingernail. His voice held a hint of playfulness: “Scared? I didn’t see you looking scared when you were crushing that Curse’s head just now.”

“That’s different!” Xue Yang pouted, sounding self-righteous. “Those ugly things are disgusting; they deserved to be crushed. But Gege is different,” he deliberately drew out the word, his gaze sweeping over Gojo Satoru’s blindfolded face, as if searching for a gap to strike. “Gege is so—amazing. Following Gege is definitely safe.”

His words were honeyed, but in his mind, he was frantically calculating: Once I figure out the rules of this world, find a way to get stronger, or when this white-haired blind man lets his guard down, I will definitely smash that perpetually effortless face of yours! Call you Gege? I’ll make you call me Grandpa then!

Gojo Satoru seemed to hear the clatter of the abacus in his mind and let out a low chuckle. The laugh was pleasant and lazy, making Xue Yang’s back teeth itch.

“You can follow me,” Gojo Satoru said slowly. “However, I don’t keep slackers around here. And I’m very strict with my students, ‘little brother’.”

He emphasized the words “little brother,” carrying a clear tone of teasing and a declaration of dominance.

The smile on Xue Yang’s face froze for a moment; he nearly couldn’t maintain it. Student? Little brother? Screw your student and little brother! He took a deep breath, telling himself to endure. Impatience spoils the grand plan.

“How could I be a slacker?” Xue Yang put his obedient mask back on and patted his chest. “I’m very good at fighting! Gege, whoever you tell me to beat up, I’ll beat them up!” Provided the person I want to beat up includes you, he added internally.

“Oh?” Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow. “What if I want to beat you up?”

Xue Yang: “…”

He choked, almost failing to catch his breath. Why didn’t this white-haired man follow the script?!

Watching Xue Yang sputter, trying to hold back his anger and maintain a strained, fake smile despite his twitching mouth, Gojo Satoru felt even better. Having such a dangerous and interesting little bomb by his side, it seemed the coming days wouldn’t be boring.

“Don’t worry,” Gojo Satoru said, as if he had teased the cat enough and was granting him a (false) reassurance. “I, your Gege, generally don’t hit children.” —Unless he gets bored, or the child asks for it. He added silently.

Xue Yang secretly ground his teeth, thinking he’d be a fool to believe him! But he sweetly replied, “Mhm! I knew Gege was the best!”

Each harboring their own schemes, the two walked (now side-by-side) across the ruins. One held his deceased best friend, his heart heavy with grief and fury; the other wore a mask of obedience, his mind full of calculations and defiance. The bizarre “brotherly” combination formed a unique and dangerous sight in the night after the disaster.

Gojo Satoru savored the insincere “Gege,” like enjoying honey laced with poison. And Xue Yang, with every utterance of “Gege,” silently accumulated the “motivation” to one day rub the other man into the ground.

The scene was unsettlingly harmonious.