Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

"Record"

On August 2011, 8, the new generation of "innovators" led by the top magician Su Ze and the "conservatives" led by "Zenyuan" and "Kamo" had a head-on confrontation.

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Zenin and Kamo, who were planning to "rebel", were intercepted by Gojo.

On the other side, the four elders of the "General Manager's Department" under the protection of the special magician Su Ze -

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…The incident is over.

It is called the "Qingji Temple Incident".

——The draft record of this incident was picked out before being sent to the shredder and has been confirmed as waste.

End of August 2011

Regular meeting of the Directorate General.

Su Ze and Gojo Satoru sat on one side of the long table, along with another elder of the Gojo family.

The wooden door was still floating, basically lined up on the other side.

"…Let's end the meeting here today." A veteran from a hundred years ago concluded.

"Still no agreement has been reached..." Su Ze took a sip of tea and sighed softly.

"There's nothing I can do. People with different ideologies cannot work together..." Gojo Satoru replied casually, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs.

The elders on the other side were already used to his sarcasm.

"Su Ze Special Grade--" another elder spoke softly.

"Ok?"

Su Ze, who was sipping tea with his head down, raised his eyes and looked towards the source of the voice.

"Special Grade Su Ze, at the beginning of next month, we want to have a good talk with you about the affairs of both parties..." The old and weak voice echoed.

Gojo Satoru's eyes became sharp almost instantly, and he swept across the opposite side with a scrutinizing look.

Su Ze raised his lips slightly and answered cheerfully: "No problem. I also want to have a good talk with the elders... Can the date be set on August 8th?"

He asked softly.

"...Okay." The most senior elder responded.

"It's a good day."

Su Ze chuckled and spoke vaguely.

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2011/ 8/ 5

3:15 PM

Tokyo High Technical College, "Logistics Department", in an independent office.

"Those old orange guys really need to take action!"

Gojo Satoru slammed the transfer order in his hand, then sat down on the leather chair, slid a long distance away, and turned around with his eyes closed.

Su Ze put down the teacup in his hand and picked up the "transfer order" from the elders.

——"Special-grade sorcerer Gojo Satoru is dispatched to Kyushu to deal with a large number of non-sorcerer deaths."

"At the end of last month, there were signs of this incident. I was curious why the old guys deliberately took on this difficult task-"

Su Ze remained calm as he flipped through the accompanying mission information. "So it's been delayed until now and thrown to us again..."

"It is said that small-scale tsunamis occur frequently and irregularly? There are also vines deep in the forest that can injure people." He glanced at the introduction picture.

The mission is simple - investigate the cause of the incident and if there is any curse, eliminate it.

"……Correct."

Gojo Satoru used his feet to hold the ground, and the chair stopped turning. "I watched the video sent from Kyushu, and it is indeed a bit abnormal. Maybe there is a special curse--"

This kind of task should really be assigned to a special-level person, but as luck would have it, it was sent out on the afternoon before the "special meeting".

The purpose is too obvious.

——It means "divide the troops."

Disperse and divert the fighting power of Su Ze's side.

"Ze, I say, how about..."

Gojo Satoru tore off the bandage, opened his eyes, and stared at the bright ceiling light. There was no extra emotion in his eyes.

"…Just kill those old oranges."

The office was so quiet that you could hear a pin.

The ticking of the clock was clear and piercing.

The old guys are playing an open game.

The situation on Honshu Island is very serious. If we don't take any action for a day, many more people will die, but it is very troublesome to deal with such a matter.

Su Ze and Gojo Satoru could be left alone for another day, but the old oranges were certain that people like them would not allow innocent people to die from the curse.

"Let's kill them now. If we're lucky, we can catch the last flight to Honshu—" Gojo Satoru let out a dissatisfied sigh and grinned.

"……no."

Su Ze closed his eyes and rejected it softly.

"What's the matter, Ze, are you still holding on to the naive idea of ​​'coexistence and seeking common ground'--" Gojo Satoru held his chin and looked at Su Ze.

"...No, you should have seen it a long time ago." He then denied what he said.

"Wu, do you know..." Su Ze spoke slowly.

"Dayan has a philosophy - no matter what we do, we always do it with a legitimate reason."

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly.

Su Ze continued: "That is, we need to act with a sense of righteousness—"

"I thought you weren't such a pedantic person." Gojo Satoru said in a deep voice.

Suze chuckled, "...No, I'm not being pretentious."

"I just want to say that this "great cause" will happen tomorrow—"

Su Ze paused, as if he remembered something, and smiled: "And tomorrow, in the history of Da Yan, is an interesting day... You know, I believe in these mysterious things."

"It's always reassuring to be able to borrow some good omens... Besides, I'm not the kind of person who would let go of a chance to win."

Gojo Satoru stopped talking, raised his eyebrows, and stopped talking.

……

Gojo Satoru set off half an hour later.

He immediately rushed to Tokyo International Airport and booked the nearest flight.

If we could arrive in Kyushu a moment earlier, perhaps one person would not die, or perhaps we could come back a minute earlier.

Su Ze looked at the time, took out his cell phone and called Nitro.

2011/ 8/ 5

5:17 PM

There are still thirteen hours and forty-seven minutes until the Qingji Temple Incident.

Su Ze sat in the driver's seat without starting the car, as if he was waiting for someone.

The phone beeped.

"Hello." Su Ze said softly.

"Su Ze... you really got it right."

A deep voice came from the phone - it was Kong Shiyu.

"Yeah." Su Ze waited quietly for the next words.

"More than 30% of the assets of the Zen Temple have been significantly downgraded, and its credit rating has also been lowered by one or two levels..."

Kong Shiyu spoke briskly.

Su Ze listened to his report quietly.

"The situation of Kamo is even worse. More than half of its stocks have fallen by a quarter compared to the previous few months... and a small number are on the verge of collapse--" His speech was already a little hurried.

"That is to say, within a few days, one seventh of their hundreds of years of wealth evaporated!"

"...and it's still falling until now!" The computer keys made a crackling sound.

Both companies' industries have suffered a huge blow, so it's no wonder that they can't sit still.

"Really?" Su Ze looked calm.

"Su Ze, you really expected this a long time ago!"

Kong Shiyu was a little excited for a moment.

"...No, you must know..." He then denied his own words.

"You don't have to answer me, I'm just curious, who... dares to touch the cake of the "Three Great Families"?!"

He could already be described as insane, but his mind was still surprisingly clear.

This is not just an economic confrontation, but also involves the dignity of "Zenin" and "Kamo".

"I understand the situation...please keep watching--" Su Ze closed his eyes and hung up the phone.

"yes……"

“——Who could it be?”

Su Ze put away his phone and muttered to himself.

——I’m afraid only those who love money like their life would have such thoughts and courage.

——Ms. Mingming, your "letter of allegiance"... is really a bit scary in size.