It was the first time the Assistant Manager had ever seen a jujutsu sorcerer get into a fight with her own examiner.
And with dark purplish blood covering her head, the girl looked like a complete mess.
Still, the mission had been completed quickly, and the cleanup was visibly thorough.
"What happened between you two?"
At the Assistant Manager's voice, Miwa Chisei stopped the kick she had been about to deliver.
"Can I request a different examiner?"
The Assistant Manager gave her an apologetic smile.
"Miss Miwa, that isn't permitted."
Miwa Chisei sighed. Just her rotten luck.
Satoru Gojo turned his head aside with a displeased look and gave a quiet huff.
"Ungrateful little brat."
Miwa Chisei suspected that this guy had been up to no good from the moment he learned he would be her examiner.
She took a deep breath and addressed the boy with complete seriousness.
"Satoru Gojo, this promotion matters a lot to me. If you want to mess with me, pick another day. I'm afraid I might actually tear you limb from limb."
Satoru Gojo seemed to choke on his own spit at that. He coughed.
"Who's trying to mess with you?!"
Sure, that's the ultimate goal, but haven't I been following every step in the book-How to Pursue a Girl?
But Miwa Chisei felt that there was no reasoning with Satoru Gojo anymore.
She waved a weary hand. "Forget it. Do whatever you want. Write whatever you like in today's mission observation report. It doesn't matter."
There were three promotion missions in total, and the examiner had to write a complete assessment report for each one to evaluate the candidate's abilities.
Judging by Satoru Gojo's attitude toward writing self-criticism reports, hers would definitely be a load of nonsense.
Candidates who failed could try for