Chapter 92 Keeping Up with the Times
Yuta Otsutsuki: "Initially, I was sentenced to a secret death sentence by the upper echelons of the Neon Jutsu community because of a curse. It was Gojo-sensei who saved me from the higher-ups and asked me to enroll in the Tokyo Jutsu High School as a sorcerer, so that I could learn how to exorcise or control the curse..."
"No, no, no, please wait... Sorry to interrupt you." Hakuba Tan even forgot to hide his voice. "You have a curse on you, you are the victim of the curse and the hostage, and then the high-ranking curse master decided to execute you instead of the curse on you? This is not right, right?"
Yuta Otsutsuki: "I agreed because the curse on me was very strong and I could hurt innocent people if I wasn't careful. I also found that I couldn't commit suicide because of the curse..."
"No, no, the point isn't whether you personally agree or not."
Bai Ma Tan was really anxious now, his voice unconsciously became louder, and several strips of cloth fell from his cloak with his large movements.
"They shouldn't have asked you, a hostage, if you agreed to a secret execution! This proposal shouldn't have even come up! And you were only sixteen at the time!"
Even if the curse was dangerous, what about isolation? And looking at Otsutsuki now, it's clear that Gojo Satoru's attempt to get him to control it was successful. So why didn't the high-ranking officials at the time even try that, and instead cut the Gordian knot by asking Yuta Otsutsuki in person if he agreed to the "secret execution"?
Cheng Xiaoyu fanned the flames, adding, "Gojo Satoru said that when he went to look for Otsutsuki in a place like the detention center's observation room, he found a twisted knife in a room that should have been empty except for the sealing talisman. Otsutsuki said it was the knife he had used to try to commit suicide."
"Detention center—how could a victim who is extremely mentally unstable and prone to self-harm be able to touch a harmful knife?"
Bai Ma Tan felt that these few short sentences had a far greater impact on him than the heavy blow to his worldview some time ago, because these few words were simply a tap dance on his understanding of the law and human nature.
"Otsutsuki, where did that knife come from?"
Yuta Otsutsuki felt that the high-ranking officials in the curse world had wronged him: "Because the curse on me at that time was very dangerous and had already hurt people, and I was actually the one who asked them for the knife..."
"You. Wanted. It." Bai Ma Tan's tone was sinister. "And they agreed?"
He gave Yuta Okkotsu a knife even though he knew he had self-destructive tendencies... For the first time in his life, Hakuba Tan hated his own high quality. There were few words that could be used to describe this situation.
Even Kaito Kid, who had already received "precautions" from Koizumi Akako, felt angry and surprised.
Just a few sentences and words have exposed the chaotic internal management, lack of human rights, contempt for the law, especially the law on the protection of minors, and laziness in handling various issues in the neon magic world.
Even sentencing minors to death is not an isolated case. There were two cases of death penalty for school enrollment last year and this year. Are they being used to balance the situation?
This is no longer simply outrageous; the Japanese police and procuratorate must take strong action!
Hakuba solemnly addressed Yuta Otsutsukota, "Otsutsukota, if you or your classmates need legal assistance, be brave and call the police. I... know someone who's a very reliable detective. You can contact him if you need help."
Yuta Otsutsuki: "Mr. Kuroba, I think you misunderstood. I don't actually need help..." And the Japanese curse world is about to change dynasties.
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Listening to the lively chatter of the teenagers not far away, Cheng Xiaoyu took out a handful of walnuts from the shadows and cracked them, and sighed with No. 233 that the young people were just so lively.
Before she had eaten a few melon seeds, she swept the peanut shells into the trash can, threw the remaining walnuts with the shells into her mouth, and stood up to brush off the residue on her hands.
The sound of the nut shells breaking attracted the attention of several other people in the restaurant. Among them, Yuta Otsutsukoshi, who was unaware of Cheng Xiaoyu's non-human identity, watched her swallow the chewed walnuts in shock.
I have seen people eating grapes without spitting out the skins, but I have never seen anyone eating walnuts without spitting out the shells.
This Ghost Shadow Senior is truly a man of steel and ability. He easily does things that ordinary people would never think of or be able to do.
Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of an engine came from the door, and Miguel, who had left, came back with his men.
With a sudden brake that raised a cloud of dust, the local sorcerer who had left with Miguel got out of the car, helping a hunchbacked old woman dressed like a priestess. As soon as she entered the door, she locked her eyes with Cheng Xiaoyu.
The local sorcerer said in the local dialect: "Sacrificial grandmother, this is the demon I was talking about. She said she came to reclaim the "Demon Stone."
The old man raised his heavy eyelids and scanned Cheng Xiaoyu, who was about to stand up, from head to toe.
Cheng Xiaoyu cooperated and removed the disguise magic on her body, showing her inhuman posture again.
[■□Ah...] The old woman used her local language to chant the name of a god she believed in, "This power doesn't belong to this world."
Cheng Xiaoyu replied in the local dialect: [I know, so I will leave soon.]
The old woman continued to inquire: "Are you sure you want to take the 'Demon Stone'? The curse on that thing can kill people if it comes into contact with moonlight. The rumors outside that it grants immortality are false. When it releases liquid, it will only cause a painful death to everyone within fifty meters. If something happens to it, are you sure you can take responsibility?"
Cheng Xiaoyu: [I’m sure.]
"Okay, I hope you're up to this responsibility." The old lady gave Cheng Xiaoyu a deep look, then pulled out a pen and paper from her sleeve. "Then let's discuss how you're going to take it. You must know that my people and I have sworn to protect the Devil's Stone for over two hundred years, and even innocent members of our tribe have died from the curse. If you want to take it, you must let me witness your—"
Is this a fight or a test?
Cheng Xiaoyu thought to herself, I've never been afraid of a fight, so it's a test... Since they have a good attitude and the guy who helps lead the way and translates will be hanging around here in the future, I might as well play with them.
[Financial resources. It's up to you to decide. We can accept US dollars.]
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Cheng Xiaoyu suspected she had misheard. Even the local sorcerer beside the old woman looked incredulous. She asked, "Are you saying you want financial compensation?"
The old woman leaned on her cane and said, "Of course. After all, we've paid so much to protect this thing. It's not unreasonable to ask for the placement and storage fees for these two hundred years. Giving it away for free would upset our ancestors. We don't ask for much either. Just give it as you see fit."
Fortunately, Cheng Xiaoyu has never hesitated when talking about money: [How much do you want? Give me a number.]
The old lady stretched out five trembling fingers.
Cheng Xiaoyu pulled out five palm-sized gold bricks from the shadows and placed them neatly on the table: "Deal. If you need any, you can take one to inspect it first."
The old woman stepped forward, wielding her cane to cut one of the gold bricks into several pieces. She picked up a piece of gold, squeezed it, and walked a few steps away to examine it. She then took it into her arms, pulled out a small wooden box from her sleeve, and placed it in Cheng Xiaoyu's hands with both hands. [Happy cooperation.]
Cheng Xiaoyu opened the box and saw that it was a double-layered gem, and there was indeed a very weak magical fluctuation on the gem inside.
A scan analysis of No. 233 - it is the real "Pandora"!
Cheng Xiaoyu closed the box: [Happy cooperation.]
The old woman nodded, and then, as if she was afraid that Cheng Xiaoyu would change his mind, she stepped on the local sorcerer who was still standing there in a daze, telling him to quickly wrap the gold bars in cloth and return to the village.
The local sorcerer pushed out the off-road motorcycle he had ridden here in the first place from the side of the store, and tied four gold bricks wrapped in cloth reinforced with spell power to his chest. The old lady put the broken gold bars in her pocket and sat on the back seat. The two of them stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
It took a little over ten minutes from the entrance to the restaurant door, where the dust raised by the motorcycle exhaust settled. Most of the time was wasted by the local sorcerer and the old woman carrying the gold.
Fortunately, the sorcerer's physique is different from that of ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to move everything in this trip.
The three teenagers who couldn't understand the local language were confused. They looked at Miguel, but found that the middle-aged man who could understand the local language was also full of questions.
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"Goddess of Sacrifice, although we have indeed guarded the Demon Stone for generations, why do you charge so much? And how do you know she can afford it?" On the way, the local sorcerer asked in confusion.
Priest: "I don't know if she can come up with it. I originally expected that she could only come up with 5,000 US dollars at most. Who would carry that much money when traveling to the grasslands? But even if she can only give me 5 US dollars, I will give her the Demon Stone."
Local sorcerer: "Why?"
Priest: "She has shown her determination to obtain the Demon Stone. Based on the power she has displayed, she is at least...something they rate her as, oh yes, a top-grade sorcerer. Even if all the warriors in our entire village join forces, they can't defeat her. Furthermore, the Demon Stone is a thorny object to begin with. With the comet that only appears once every seventy years or so approaching, it would be best if we could get rid of it quickly. And if they offer less...we won't lose out."
Local Sorcerer: "Because we can get rid of the Demon Stone anyway?"
Priest: "No, because this way we can exchange it for something else, perhaps favors or connections. You may not have noticed, but the boy in the white shirt with heavy dark circles under his eyes is as powerful as me. He must be a top-grade sorcerer. And you said he came from the neon sorcery world, so he sounds very powerful. He can definitely exchange it for some resources that we can use in the future, resources that can help the young people in the village go out."
The local sorcerer suddenly realized: "This way, the village school, hospital and well will have a place to stay..."
The society outside the grassland is developing rapidly. They can no longer stay in the grassland like their ancestors did in the past. They cannot and will not stop moving forward.
They can choose to stay in the grassland, which will always be their home, but they can never leave the grassland.
So they should and must let more young people go out and see the world like Miguel.
The priest's words drifted in the blowing grass and mud behind him: "Antelopes that don't know how to migrate at the right time will only end up extinct."
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