Chapter 21: Promise
Two days later, at Jujutsu High.
After that incident, Geto Suguru began to mature.
He saw many things in a new light.
At this moment, Alex Moyan.
"Sensei! You promised me something, it's time to deliver."
Alex Moyan came to Yaga Masamichi's office, ready to collect his debt.
Yaga Masamichi looked at Alex Moyan helplessly.
He was speechless, but more than that, he felt helpless.
After all, he had promised Alex Moyan, and he had to keep his word.
He was their teacher, after all, and needed to set an example.
But ever since he returned, Alex Moyan had been pestering him, as if afraid he would run away?
Yaga Masamichi felt helpless; he couldn't deny his responsibility.
"Alright, alright, I'll come once I'm done with these tasks."
Yaga Masamichi's desk was piled high with documents.
These were originally meant for the principal's office, but the principal had pawned them off on Yaga Masamichi.
The principal claimed this was a trial for him!
"Yaga Masamichi, my good disciple, your master has high hopes for you."
Yaga Masamichi could only sigh; he had no choice, as the principal was his former teacher and current master.
More importantly, both the Jujutsu Higher-ups and the school administration believed Yaga Masamichi was more suitable to be the next principal.
They planned for Yaga Masamichi to take over after Asami Mieka's retirement.
As for the other two grade-level homeroom teachers...
Second-year homeroom teacher: "Students, what's the most important thing when fighting a Cursed Spirit?"
Second-year students: "Fight fiercely!"
Second-year homeroom teacher: "How do you fight fiercely!"
(Shouting at the top of his lungs, kneeling on the ground, howling until out of breath)
Second-year students: "Just fight fiercely!" (All worked up, shouting)
Third-year homeroom teacher: "Just do it! Let those Cursed Spirits face our super, invincible, awesome, cool, massive explosion Cursed Technique!"
Third-year students: A bunch of over-the-top Cursed Technique names.
After much consideration, they chose the more mature and steady Yaga Masamichi, no!
It was clear that Yaga Masamichi was the most suitable.
If it were left to the other two homeroom teachers, who knows what would become of Jujutsu High? It's scary to even think about!
"Yaga Masamichi, you can review the documents at night, but my matter can't be done at night."
"So, hurry up and fulfill your promise, old man!"
Alex Moyan acted like a rogue, giving Yaga Masamichi no time.
After all, he was very busy; he still had to secretly investigate that Cursed Technique organization!
Alex Moyan started making noise, acting cute, causing trouble, and making a racket in Yaga Masamichi's office.
In such an environment, Yaga Masamichi couldn't focus on his work.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Enough! Your teacher will fulfill your promise now."
Only then did Alex Moyan stop drawing a turtle on Yaga Masamichi's face with a marker.
Alex Moyan was even planning to take a photo and send it to Satoru and the others.
Yaga Masamichi quickly wiped off the turtle that was barely drawn.
"Alex Moyan, let's go outside."
Alex Moyan laughed loudly: "Sensei, I won't go easy on you."
Ten minutes later...
"Damn it! Really not holding back, huh?"
In the training arena, after the battle ended.
Yaga Masamichi chased after Alex Moyan and started fighting.
His face was already bruised, but the biggest injury was under Yaga Masamichi's glasses.
That's right, Yaga Masamichi had been beaten into a panda by Alex Moyan.
The injury wasn't severe, but the humiliation was extreme.
Who didn't know that Yaga Masamichi had a panda cursed corpse for a son?
And at this moment, Alex Moyan also had a big bump on his head from Yaga Masamichi.
"Sensei, didn't I say? Go all out!"
"Still talking back!"
Yaga Masamichi raised his fist, ready to give Alex Moyan another bump, as an early New Year's celebration.
Meanwhile, Satoru was frantically taking photos from various angles with his phone.
He laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face.
"Hahaha, Alex really went for it!"
Beside him, Shoko Ieiri also laughed along with Satoru.
It wasn't that Shoko Ieiri wasn't ladylike, but the scene was just too funny.
Geto Suguru watched silently from the side, a happy smile on his lips.
It seemed that Alex Moyan's advice hadn't been entirely useless.
Finally, Yaga Masamichi chased after him, sweating profusely.
Alex Moyan was also panting heavily.
"Although I got beaten up by my teacher, the gains were quite good."
[Congratulations! By observing and experiencing cursed corpse manipulation, you have grasped a new Cursed Technique: cursed corpse Creation Technique.]
Alex Moyan checked out the new Cursed Technique he had comprehended; it felt quite good.
Yaga Masamichi wiped the sweat from his brow and approached Alex Moyan from behind.
"Let's go, Alex. After this, don't come and bother me while I'm working."
Hearing Yaga Masamichi's words, Alex Moyan jumped up from the ground.
"Listen to you, making it sound like I'm a bad student."
Alex Moyan smiled mischievously, while Yaga Masamichi thought, 'Oh, please.'
"You're not a bad student? So, is Satoru?"
"Wait, Satoru isn't exactly a good person either, always causing trouble for me."
Yaga Masamichi found it both amusing and annoying, laughing as he scolded, "Alright, keep up with me."
A while later...
Knock, knock, knock...
"Come in." A mature female voice spoke.
Yaga Masamichi pushed the door open to reveal a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a red professional suit and gold-rimmed glasses.
She looked to be in her forties, but Asami Mieka was actually in her fifties; she had aged gracefully and still retained her charm.
If an eighteen-year-old girl was as fresh as a peach, then Asami Mieka was like a ripe apple.
Juicy and delicious, a bite would leave a lingering taste.
Yaga Masamichi's expression was respectful, even a bit nervous.
"Principal Mieka."
"Well, isn't this a rare visitor."
Asami Mieka smiled at Yaga Masamichi.
"Isn't this my precious disciple, Yaga Masamichi?"
"What brings you here? You never visit your old teacher unless you need something." Asami Mieka's voice held a hint of reproach.
Just like an elder complaining about a younger relative who never visits.
Yaga Masamichi sighed, "Teacher, don't tease yourself."
"Don't forget, you've handed all your documents to me to manage; I'm swamped, juggling my own work and yours."
Asami Mieka listened to Yaga Masamichi, her expression changing in an instant.
Gone was the playful demeanor and the crossed legs.
Instead, she rested her chin on her hands, her face serious. "This is your teacher's trial for you to grow!"
"Do you think I passed these tasks to you just to slack off?"
Yaga Masamichi was momentarily speechless.
In his mind, he thought, 'Isn't that exactly what you're doing?'
Of course, Yaga Masamichi wouldn't say that out loud.
After all, he didn't want his ears pulled by his teacher later.
That was a pain he had experienced before!
"Back to the topic, why did you come to see me?" Asami Mieka leaned back in her leather chair, crossing her legs again, her red-soled high heels adding a touch of allure.
"I just detected a barrier fluctuation; I suspect someone has infiltrated Jujutsu High."