The Office of Jujutsu Society's higher-ups.
A former principal of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College sat in the most important chair in the room, while a stern man wearing sunglasses stood before him.
"This is my seventy-seventh application. Jujutsu Society is no longer short-staffed, so please allow me to retire. Now... this instant... immediately!"
Kento Nanami's emphatic voice rang through the spacious office. Anywhere else, such a commotion would certainly have drawn everyone's attention.
Unfortunately, this was Nanami's seventh visit that week and his seventy-seventh overall. The colleagues working around them had long since grown used to it.
At first, they had earnestly urged Nanami not to resign so rashly. After all, compared with earlier years, a jujutsu sorcerer's work was now not only safer, but also better paid.
At the very least, he could do what they had done: leave the front lines and transfer to the administrative team behind the scenes. The working hours were a little longer, but the job was stable.
But Nanami had never intended to settle. When he heard that the administrative team worked ten hours a day, with no days off all year unless they requested leave, his cursed energy surged with silent resentment.
From that day on, the onlookers around them gave up trying to persuade Nanami. Not only were they certain they could not change his mind, they had also begun to feel that these working hours were unreasonable, and had even raised the issue with Masamichi Yaga.
Question: Could their working hours be reduced?
Answer: For now... no.
Question: Could they have more days off?
Answer: Their lunch break could be extended by ten minutes.
Masamichi Yaga had a headache over it himself. After all, nobody enjoyed spending all their time in an office. Rather than reviewing a few more