Natsubi Raku had never heard of a jujutsu sorcerer needing to protect someone for half a month. Shouldn't it be about exorcising the cursed spirits around her and then leaving?
Could she have a spirit-attracting constitution, constantly drawing cursed spirits?
"Hmm!"
Principal Yaga whispered, "Just go and be her bodyguard for half a month. No matter what, you must ensure her safety during this time."
"Why? Since when do jujutsu sorcerers become bodyguards?"
Natsubi Raku whispered back.
"Because they specifically requested you by name, with your photo, and offered five billion yen."
"..."
Good grief, so they sold me out for half a month for five billion yen, and I don't even get a cent?
Natsubi Raku looked at Principal Yaga with disdain.
"I'll give you ten million when you get back."
As soon as Principal Yaga said this, Natsubi Raku's expression changed faster than flipping a book. He smiled at Otsuchi Ichitaki and said, "I'm happy to serve you. Would you like to come in for dinner? I'm about to cook the last meal for my friends before I leave."
The last meal...
It's not like he's going to die. Why so dramatic?
Otsuchi Ichitaki wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "No need, since you have things to do today. I'll come back tomorrow. Here's my assistant's phone number. Call him when you're done."
"Alright, no problem!"
Natsubi Raku took the business card, glanced at the phone number, and watched the big spender leave.
"Hey, kid, where did you find such a wealthy patron?"
Principal Yaga patted Natsubi Raku's shoulder and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, five billion! We've hit the jackpot!"
"One more pat, and I'll fall apart..."
Natsubi Raku muttered as he tore up the business card, memorizing the contents.
Curiosity piqued, he wondered who this wealthy patron was. Had they met before?
Childhood friends?
No, no, he had all of the original owner's memories. The family had been poor for three generations, no way there was a rich childhood friend.
This was absurd. They specifically requested him and generously gave the school five billion yen.
Hmm...
Better check online. Something feels off.
In response to Principal Yaga's inquiry, Natsubi Raku casually said, "I don't know either," and left. It was already four in the afternoon; if he didn't start cooking, dinner would turn into a late-night snack.
...
"Dinner is served!"
It was now eight in the evening. Natsubi Raku had spent four hours in the kitchen, borrowing the school's large kitchen due to his small home kitchen.
Running three stoves alone made the school's chefs feel inadequate.
"Time to eat! Time to eat!"
Panda had just picked up his chopsticks when Natsubi Raku stopped him: "Wait, I have something to say. I have a mission starting tomorrow that will keep me away for half a month. Don't miss me too much."
Mission?
How come I didn't know?
Everyone looked at Gojo Satoru, who was eating away.
Zenin Maki asked, "Gojo-sensei, what mission? Why don't we know about it?"
"It's a bodyguard mission, protecting Otsuchi Group's future heir's daughter for half a month. That's all I know. It was assigned by the principal himself."
Gojo Satoru continued eating, satisfied with the food.
What do you mean, assigned personally...
I just happened to be the one caught in it.
And why are you here eating so openly?
Natsubi Raku finished his inner complaints and sat down to eat. From Gojo Satoru's words, he learned that Otsuchi Ichitaki was competing for the position of the group's successor, and his daughter knew him and specifically requested his protection.
If his guess was correct, it must be something like that. He needed to verify more information online tonight.
After all, he didn't recognize this surname at all.
"Oh, so you're becoming a rich son-in-law."
Zenin Maki's words instantly sparked everyone's gossip.
"Cough, cough!"
"No..." Natsubi Raku choked on his food, quickly drinking soda, "I don't even know what she looks like, how could I be a rich son-in-law?"
"Oh, don't be shy. Anyone here could do a bodyguard mission. How far have you gotten?"
Panda showed a knowing look.
Gojo Satoru also stopped eating, looking interestedly at the silent Natsubi Raku.
"I said I don't know her! Panda, if you insult my honor again, don't blame me for being rude. I'll test my new move on you!"
Natsubi Raku said, forming hand seals.
"No, no, I was wrong."
Panda, having experienced that fireball, quickly admitted his mistake. If he got burned, his fur would turn to ash, and he had nurtured this soft fur for a long time.
"New move?"
Fushiguro Megumi's eyes were full of curiosity. He knew from Nue's perspective that Natsubi Raku needed at least two seconds to form seals. Next time in a spar, staying close could suppress him.
He also learned from Zenin Maki that his eyes had exceptional copying abilities.
Close combat with him had no flaws unless physically overpowered.
Natsubi Raku knew what Fushiguro Megumi was thinking. He wanted to see it and then beat him next time, so he said:
"Wanna see? Well, you can't!"
Natsubi Raku stuck out his tongue and started eating heartily. Four hours of cooking had exhausted him.
After eating and drinking, everyone talked about their lives and future plans, gaining new understanding and perspectives on each other.
The party ended, and after cleaning up, everyone went home to sleep.
Otsuchi Group Co., Ltd., a leader in the fast food industry, was chaired by Otsuchi Sosai, currently 59 years old. He had two sons, the eldest, Otsuchi Shinichi, and the second, Otsuchi Ichitaki.
And Otsuchi Ichitaki's daughter was...
Lying in bed, Natsubi Raku searched for online information, confirming that Otsuchi Ichitaki was competing with his brother for the chairman's position.
Seeing his daughter's photo, he finally understood why he felt a sense of familiarity. She was the woman he saved in the alley last time.
She wasn't just a naive girl; she was filthy rich and had no idea how much change was in her purse...
Damn!
Why do I feel like I lost a billion!
"..."
Never mind, better wash up and sleep. Tomorrow begins a half-month mission, which he wasn't thrilled about. If they hadn't offered so much, he wouldn't have accepted.
Isn't daily training enough for me?