Chapter 21
83.
When the old men in the Spell Directors' Council woke up, they felt like the sky had fallen. It was not because of the curse spirits, but because the roof of their power had been ripped off!
They hurriedly convened an emergency meeting, their eyes fixed on the thick stack of passed bills sent in one after another by Congress, their faces darkening little by little as the content of the bills changed.
The very first point in the opening paragraph gave them a shocking shock: immediately disband the Spell Directors' Council and establish a Spell Safety Committee.
The composition of the members was clearly written: the three great families each held two seats, representatives of the teachers of Tokyo and Kyoto High Schools each held one seat, five seats were elected by ordinary sorcerers, five seats were directly appointed by the Diet for inspectors, five seats were held by non-sorcerer sociologists, and five seats were held by legal experts.
Major decisions must be approved by more than two-thirds of the members to take effect. All members are selected through public competition, and the term of office is renewed every two years. The maximum term of office shall not exceed four years.
Article 2: The legislation clearly states that sorcerers are special public officials.
Sorcerers will be formally incorporated into the national civil service system, sign formal labor contracts, and have their salaries paid according to the danger level of the task. At the same time, a unified medical insurance system will be established, and a special pension for the injuries and deaths of sorcerers will be set up.
Article 3: Vocational college students must complete complete vocational training and are strictly prohibited from being forced to be assigned to tasks beyond their level if their basic training does not meet the standards.
Everyone fell silent for a moment. This news completely thwarted their plan. They had originally intended to send Gojo Satoru away on a business trip for the next two days, then force the first-year students from Tokyo High School into a difficult mission and seize the opportunity to eliminate Sukuna's vessel.
Article 4: Regulations on Compulsory Health Management.
A sorcerer's working hours may not exceed 50 hours per week. After completing three consecutive level one or higher tasks, he or she must take a mandatory 24-hour leave, and is strictly prohibited from being assigned to any tasks during this period.
Article 5... Article 6... Article 7...
Everyone stared at the long proposal, turning the pages one by one, their fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
Finally, they turned to the last line, and the old men in the Jujutsu Director's Council were completely silent. It was clearly written on it - Don't make things difficult for Gojo Satoru.
So, all of this was secretly orchestrated by the Gojo family? They had managed to quietly overturn the entire directorate right under their noses.
The Gojo family... so terrifying!
84.
"Senior Glass!"
The infirmary was silent, with only Ieiri Naoko's pen-holding hand rustling across a thick stack of documents. She didn't even look up. "What happened?"
Shiori pulled out the chair opposite and sat down, swinging her legs leisurely. "I'm here to help Senior Glass. I haven't been assigned any tasks today, and the students are all resting."
"Help?" Ieiri Naoko's pen paused on the paper for half a second. "No one will come today."
Shiori's phone lit up. It was a message from Gojo Satoru, asking her where she was. She replied that she was in the infirmary.
There was a light knock on the door frame, and Nanami Kento's steady voice rang out: "Sorry to bother you."
Shiori and Ieiri Shoko, who looked up, looked at each other and saw that someone had really come.
"Nanami-senpai!" Her eyes quickly swept over Nanami Kento. Seeing that he was neatly dressed and didn't look injured, she asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm just an escort." Nanami Kento stepped aside half a step and popped his head out from behind him.
"It's me!" Ino Takuma's hands, which were covered with dust, were clutching the door frame. He waved at Shiori with a smile on his face, "I accidentally fell."
After the two of them greeted each other with a familiar high-five, Ieiri Naoko put down her pen and raised her chin towards Ino Takuma: "It doesn't look serious."
"There are still missions to come, so we have to stay in top shape!" Ino Takuma said as he quickly walked to the treatment bed.
Ieiri Naoko knocked on the edge of the bed and said, "Sit down."
After the treatment, Ino Takuma took out his phone from his pocket and said, "By the way, Shiori, can you show me how this picture turned out?"
Shiori leaned over and saw a magnified photo of Nanami Kento on the screen, with two words in bold next to it: "Reliable Spokesperson! Come and vote!"
Shiori: ...
She stared at the words, the corners of her mouth twitching uncontrollably: "Nanami-senpai, have you finally decided to debut as an idol to save the world of curse arts?"
Nanami Kento tugged at his tie and said helplessly, "This wasn't my idea."
"The Spell Directors' Association has been disbanded!" Ino Takuma explained, shaking his phone. "In the newly formed Spell Safety Committee, there are five seats for ordinary spellcasters, and they'll be chosen through elections. I'm canvassing for Mr. Nanami."
"The Jujutsu Director Association has disbanded?!" Shiori's eyes suddenly widened. Did she hear it wrong?
Ieiri Naoko was flipping through some documents and said in a flat tone, "It's about what happened this morning."
Ino Takuma opened the Spellcaster forum and saw a pinned post asking for votes. The two leaned in to look at it, and the screen was filled with photos of spellcasters, accompanied by a variety of campaign slogans.
Sato (Level 2 Magician): NHK! I don’t have a TV at home!
Tanaka (Level 1 Magician): Stop trying to be so strong, your strength is coming!
Suzuki (quasi-level 1 magician): How could Japanese people understand English!
"Look, everyone is canvassing for votes this way. I have to get one for Mr. Nanami too!" Ino Takuma said, poking at the screen.
Shiori fell back in her chair laughing: "Are these people here to campaign or to make fun of us?"
"It's time to go, Ino." Nanami Kento checked the time. "We still have a mission."
"Ah, right here!" Ino Takuma hurriedly put away his phone, turned around and waved at Shiori, "Remember to vote for Mr. Nanami!"
Shiori waved her hand in agreement, and waited until the footsteps of the two men faded away before turning to Ieiri Naoko: "Noko-senpai, why are you still looking at my resume?"
"This is the proposal I proposed." Ieiri Glass turned a page and drew a line under a certain line with her pen. "It's about applying to form a medical team. I'm screening resumes."
Shiori had many questions but hadn't had time to ask them when the sound of the door opening interrupted her.
Gojo Satoru stretched lazily and pushed the door open, complaining as he walked in: "Old Orange has created too many messes!"
Shiori imitated Conan, put her hand on her chin, covered her mouth and asked: "Teacher, I woke up and found that the world of curse had advanced a hundred years, but I hadn't changed at all. Do you have any idea about this?"
Gojo Satoru reached out and ruffled her hair, telling her in detail what happened in the izakaya last night.
After hearing this, Shiori suddenly thought of the man who always wrote his name in the black-covered notebook. She slowly raised her left hand, her chin slightly raised, a hint of feigned arrogance in her eyes, and her voice became hoarse:
"I am the God of the New World."
Hey, she tricked me!
Gojo Satoru smiled and stretched out his hand to pull her face: "Shiori is already twenty years old, and she still hasn't gotten rid of her chuunibyou?"
Shiori slapped his hand away and asked, "Teacher, are you planning to run for election?"
Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, "Let the principal handle this kind of troublesome matter of holding meetings every day."
Shiori deliberately drawled out her words, "What a shame! I wanted to see the teacher, in order to canvass for votes, act cute in front of the camera and make a heart shape to the fans, asking them to vote for me."
"Acting cute to fans?" Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and slid his sunglasses down a little, revealing his deep blue eyes.
Seeing this, Shiori playfully hooked her finger at him and said, "Teacher, why don't you try to act like a spoiled child with me first?"
Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, leaned closer to her, and gently placed his face in her palm. His voice was as soft as cotton candy: "Please vote for me~"
Shiori quickly pulled her hand back, pretending to be busy, and looked away: "If the teacher participates, I will definitely vote for you."
Ieiri Naoko raised her head from the pile of resumes and tapped the pen on the table twice. "If you want to make a scene, go out and don't bother me while I'm looking at resumes."
"Got it, Glass~" Gojo Satoru grabbed Shiori's wrist and rushed out, "Let's go to that new dessert shop in Ginza to celebrate the collective retirement of the old oranges."
85.
The car stopped steadily in front of a dessert shop in Ginza. Tadano Shiori waved goodbye to Ijichi Jiegao through the car window. Just as she turned around, she saw Gojo Satoru standing three steps away with a paper bag, urging her, "Hurry up, Shiori."
In the dessert shop, Shiori forked a piece of cake into her mouth, the rich cream and sweet and sour fruit melting on her tongue. Glancing around, she noticed the girls' gazes were all glued to the person across from her.
Gojo Satoru lazily sank into the sofa by the window, the sunlight pouring in through the glass, gilding the ends of his hair. Every ray of light that fell on him made him even more dazzling.
Shiori poked the cake on the plate with a spoon and asked, "Teacher, what was the proposal I wrote yesterday? I have no recollection of it."
"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru drawled out his words, his gaze from behind his sunglasses flicking across her face. "It's a proposal that could give those old idiots a heart attack."
Shiori's eyes lit up and she leaned forward: "Is it more powerful than the proposal to disband the General Directorate?"
"Much more impressive~" He shook his finger, the corners of his mouth curling up more obviously, "It's not even in the same league at all."
Shiori rubbed her chin and said, "Could it be that I will be the next Prime Minister?"
Gojo Satoru laughed out loud, took off his sunglasses and placed them on the table, revealing his bright blue eyes, staring at her without blinking: "That's not right."
"Shiori's proposal is - Gojo Satoru must not be embarrassed."
Shiori's hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped in mid-air.
She blinked at first, as if she didn't hear clearly, then blinked again, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her cheeks flushed.
She hurriedly placed the spoon on the plate, her voice drifting: "That's because the old oranges always order the teacher around! I just want to make the teacher feel more relaxed..."
Looking at the girl across from him hurriedly trying to make amends, her cheeks as red as a ripe peach, Gojo Satoru smiled and pushed the paper bag on the table towards Shiori: "This is for you."
Shiori stared at the contents of the paper bag in shock. When she looked up, she was still a little confused. "Black rope? This thing will disrupt the teacher's technique, right? Is it really okay to give it to me?"
"It doesn't matter." Gojo Satoru said, "I feel safe in Shiori's hands."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
