Vein popping on your forehead, you harshly slammed down your coffee cup on the glass table before stomping towards your office, finding your cell phone ringing madly on the polished desk as the source of the infuriating sound. You straightened yourself, calming your composure before picking up the phone.
"Hello? Y/n L/n speaking."
And the voice that came through was one that made your eyes widen.
"This is principal Yaga Masamichi speaking, we are offering you a teaching job at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech."
"You know I'm never going back to that hell hole ever again."
"500 thousand yen per week." (somewhere around 4-5k us dollars)
"Yes."
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Struggling to close the overflowing suitcase, you looked one last time at your apartment before closing the front door. Placing the keys into your purse along with the plane ticket, you placed your luggage into the truck before being driven to the airport.
It's been almost 5 years since you left for America, working for the Jujutsu world there, it's weird honestly, the drastic difference between curses and curse energy in the western world and Japan, you'd almost never find any special grade curses here, not counting those formed from old story tales and legends. Well, now you're going back, back to the old memories, back to the old campus, where memories of both good and bad were kept away in the depts of your mind. Back to face the reality of the death and betrayal of a dear friend.
Your thoughts brought you to the halt of the engine, car door being opened by the driver, waiting for you to step out. As you were about to walk away, the driver signalled for you to stop, clearing his throat, he brought out a note pad, beginning to read out the contents from it.
"Principal Smith requests you to exorcize the many grade 3 curses present in terminal two, where Miss L/n would also be going to."
They just really want to milk as much work out of me huh, oh well.
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, dragging your luggage behind you.
"Ugh, fine, just tell the old fart that if I miss any, he will still pay me at full alright?"
"Yes, Miss L/n."
Walking away from the car, you entered the airport, sure enough there were a few low-level curses just lingering in the air, but barely enough to even call a threat or an infestation. Eyeing the curses, you simply huffed before walking towards terminal 2.
