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

Inside an old house.

The wooden sign "Kugizaki" at the door indicates who is the owner of this place.

Su Ze sat cross-legged in front of an antique wooden desk with a small cup of tea in front of him.

Sitting opposite him was an old lady wearing a traditional yukata with her hair tied in a simple bun. She was kneeling on the tatami with her eyes closed.

Nobara Kugisaki lay by the door of the reception room, secretly observing Suze who claimed to be from Tokyo.

Su Ze smiled and drank a sip of tea, then put down the porcelain cup. He still had his shirt sleeves rolled up and his coat hung on the hanger at the entrance.

Miss Kugisaki had just secretly glanced at the brand of the suit, and as expected, it was one she had never seen before - but judging from the delicate fabric and flawless stitching, it was clearly not a cheap wholesale product from a retail store.

——So, this guy must be from Tokyo! I must ask him about his situation there!

Miss Kugisaki was secretly determined, and her gaze towards Su Ze became even more scorching.

In the living room, Su Ze raised his right hand and stretched it to his side. The empty air suddenly vibrated slightly, and a small white sword suddenly appeared.

Su Ze reached his hand in and casually took out a few documents.

"Mrs. Kugisaki, I work for the Jutsu Committee, and I'm here mainly on behalf of the Tokyo High Commissioner."

Su Ze pushed the documents to the old woman.

That is probably the policies and guidelines implemented by the current Directorate General, as well as an introduction to the Tokyo High School.

Su Ze waited quietly for her to finish reading before continuing: "Mrs. Kugisaki has been a magician for a long time, but her official connection has always been weak... To put it bluntly, she is a so-called "wild" magician--"

Compared to the magicians who directly report to the General Manager's Office, there are also quite a few magicians scattered throughout Japan. They will not receive the various benefits and support from the General Manager's Office, but they are also not regulated.

Among these "wild" sorcerers, a considerable number are confused on the borderline of "curse masters".

Seeing that she didn't show any emotion, Su Ze continued to explain: "The current director will be different from the previous one. We, the Qiji Coordinator, will be able to remove the curse more efficiently--"

"One of the most important prerequisites for achieving this goal is to "register" all the wild magicians."

In the feudal imperial era, all places had similar policies - all refugees and illegal households were registered. This not only made it possible to clearly identify the number of people and their household registration within the jurisdiction, but also effectively implement transfer orders, maximizing the benefits of the "central government".

The old woman looked as usual.

"I hope you can sign the agreement. In view of your advanced age, no mission or transfer order will be issued to you. At the same time, the Magician Foundation will give you a retirement salary equivalent to that of a second-level magician."

Miss Kugisaki, who was hiding at the door, secretly sighed, this is indeed the headquarters in Tokyo, they are generous.

Su Ze said gently: "You only need to convey the information to the assistant supervisors who come to visit during the routine inspection--"

——No matter how you look at it, it’s a 100-fold benefit with no harm.

"I'm just an old woman who's about to die. It's not worth it for you to do this... I have some self-awareness." She closed her eyes and spoke slowly.

"You probably want to use the folk magician like the old woman, who has "decent character", as a pilot example to send a friendly signal to all the magicians who are not currently under the jurisdiction of the General Directorate..."

"If I'm not mistaken, when you came here, there must have been a large number of other people dispatched, and they will also go to find the "representatives" of other folk sorcerers——"

The old woman's tone and expression remained unchanged, and she no longer looked at the documents Su Ze handed over.

Miss Kugisaki, who was eavesdropping behind the door, was originally confused, but now she can barely understand what it means.

Su Ze still smiled, "The old lady is really smart, I am ashamed——"

She waved her hand. "Forget the flattery. The director is willing to show such sincerity, and it is such a difficult "conspiracy" to refuse... It is enough to show the foresight of the current senior management."

Chairman Su, who always acted like an "ordinary staff member", smiled harmlessly.

The old woman picked up the agreement and said softly, "The General Directorate is so sincere. If I continue to nitpick, it would be unkind of me."

Su Ze still kept smiling and said nothing.

Then he calmly pushed the ballpoint pen in his hand towards the other person.

The old woman sighed imperceptibly and then signed her name lightly. "Mr. Su just said... that he is mainly here on behalf of Tokyo Polytechnic?"

Su Ze took the signed contract with both hands, bowed his head to confirm it was correct, and gently placed it beside his hand. At the same time, he said: "Yes, another purpose of my trip is to "recruit students" -"

Su Ze's smile grew wider, and he turned his head to look at Wild Rose who had been hiding behind the door and eavesdropping.

Miss Kugisaki, who thought she was hiding well, stumbled and fell to the wall.

Su Ze smiled and nodded to her.

Only then did Miss Kugisaki realize that she had been exposed long ago. She sat on the ground covered in dust and dirt, sticking out her tongue in embarrassment.

When the old woman saw Wild Rose's appearance, she sighed helplessly again.

……

Su Ze's conversation with his grandmother ended.

Grandma didn't order him to leave, and Su Ze wasn't in a hurry to leave.

Wild Rose, who was wandering in her own yard, soon discovered Su Ze, who was sitting on the steps in front of the door reading quietly.

The wooden eaves with flowing cloud patterns helped him block most of the sunlight. The leaves in the backyard were dancing, and Su Ze was sitting there at ease.

"--What are you reading?" Miss Kugisaki came closer curiously and looked at the thin book in Suze's hand.

"Are you talking about this?" Su Ze smiled and raised the magazine in his hand, and replied, "This is a publication proposed by the Jujutsu Committee and specifically organized by the Logistics Department--"

He closed the magazine and showed her the cover page.

Four bold and unrestrained characters were printed in the most conspicuous place:

"The northern geese are returning south"1.

Traditional Chinese characters are used.

The cover picture was in the same style. Wild Rose didn't quite understand the meaning, but couldn't help but be moved by it.

——That sense of vastness and vastness hits you in the face.

"It's a good name, right? It was me who suggested it—" Su Ze added as if to show off.

"Hmm~" Miss Kugisaki responded blankly.

——The wild geese in the north will return south due to the climate and season, but will return north again the following year, alternating between the two.

Arguments about "South" and "North" are also hidden in it.

Su Ze looked at her reaction and couldn't help but laugh: "Ms. Kugisaki seems to be very interested in spells... It's a bit beyond my imagination."

"I thought you would prefer the life that ordinary girls pursue--"

Su Ze said gently.

Wild Rose simply sat next to him, dangling her legs over the edge of the stage, and said with her head tilted up: "This place is too small. It takes less than an hour to walk from one end of the village to the other. It's really not interesting~"

"Hmm..." Su Ze put the magazine on his legs and looked at the locust tree in the yard. "So you want to visit a city like Tokyo - and "Spellcaster" is the best way to realize this wish?"

Su Ze quickly figured out what was going on.

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Note 1: Source

"The Queen? The Righteous One"

Yuan Dynasty·Wang Shifu

Blue sky, yellow flowers on the ground, strong west wind, northern geese flying south. Who is drunk in the frosty forest at dawn? It is always the tears of the departed.