Jobless Transportation - The Honored One

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-Story Start-

-Third Person POV-

Nestled within the rough-hewn walls of this chamber, a secluded haven awaited weary travelers.

Enclosed by well-worn wood, this humble alcove offered a temporary escape from the tumultuous world outside.

A wooden seat, worn and smooth with use, provided a moment of respite amidst the clamor.

 In this sheltered sanctuary, the weight of existence fades into obscurity, leaving only the solace of one's inner musings and the embrace of newfound and... Explosive serenity.

It is in this very haven that Gojo Satoru was met with his greatest struggle thus far in this new world.

The Cruel Call Of Nature.

Or more accurately... Diarrhea.

Sitting upon this seat - A White-haired man with shades had an expression of frustration and struggle.

That's right... Even the Future Strongest Sorceror is not immune to digestive issues.

...You would think such a result would have come earlier at him eating food from a foreign world and environment.

Conveniently though, this result only came when he arrived at this Inn and set down properly in his room.

And so, the "Strongest" was currently occupying the public restroom of the Inn.

It was in times like these that he missed Tokyo, by his expression it was evident that the primitive restroom wasn't to his specifications whatsoever.

'Taking a dump outside would have been better...' Pure regret echoed out of Satoru's mind.

Nevertheless, as Satoru struggled - He saw fit to contemplate his future actions as he was in a rare instance of having to remain stationary.

"Hmm... What to do... What to do..." Satoru wondered aloud as he listlessly stared at the wooden ceiling of the claustrophobic restroom booth.

Satoru had two major choices on his next course of action.

(1) Leave immediately towards Sharia and enter the Ranoa Magic Academy to investigate Teleportation Magic and try and figure out a way home, if one even exists.

(2) Stay here and learn as much as he can. The Sword God Style and, obviously, literacy.

Satoru fiddled with the choices in his mind, one seemed more logical and preferable than the others, especially when he considered the newfound determination he formed when arriving here.

Satoru mumbled aloud, "I should stay here. Going to a University without learning to read would prove ineffective and delay my study of Teleportation Magic if I try and become literate there. Also, learning their method of utilizing Battle Aura and the Sword God Style sounds fun and would let me become even stronger... It would be much more efficient if I learn reading and writing here and then head to Ranoa after I'm done with becoming literate and mastering the Sword God Style." A glint in Satoru's eyes came as he was practically convinced.

A smirk formed on his face, "After all, this place has some of the strongest people in the world according to Alistair... It'd be a shame to just come back here if I found nothing in Ranoa~! Might as well squeeze as much as I can from this place~!" Satoru nodded to himself.

Although Satoru had chosen the option that made the most logical sense in terms of practicality.

Make no mistake - Satoru, regardless of which option was more practical for his own benefit and or return home. Would have chosen the more "Fun" option without question.

Regardless of the fact that Satoru has heavy responsibilities and reliance back home.

Satoru is one who uses Jujutsu completely and utterly selfishly - To satisfy himself.

Besides! They have Suguru, so it's fine for now!

"Mhm~ That's settled!" Satoru nodded to himself once again, his face turned into a struggling one as he had to continue his... Ahem, mission.

Is talking to yourself a sign of insanity you may ask?

The answer is inconsequential. Gojo Satoru is as insane as they get.

A rough and strong knocking sound on the wooden door of the booth echoed, "What?" Satoru broke out of his thought process and labor to respond in irritation.

...Satoru was conducting a very important procedure. Any interruption would be extremely annoying.

Though it is no surprise someone would get annoyed at Satoru staying in that lone restroom booth.

He's probably been in there for more than an hour...

A slightly drunken and gruff tone of voice responded to Satoru, "How long ar- HIC - are yer gonna be there bastard?! I needa take a leak!"

A tic mark appeared on Satoru's forehead, "Go piss on the snow outside old man! Can't you see I'm busy?!" Satoru quickly surmised by the voice that this guy was at the very least an adult. Satoru's 15, so an adult would technically be an old man... Semantics.

Without a moment's hesitation, a strong huff came and the door was pushed open.

Revealing a bald and extremely muscular and scar-filled man. The picture-perfect middle-aged and probably sad backstory adventurer.

The gruff man, was slightly red in the face both from anger and his intoxicated state, "Didn't ya mother teach ya some manners boy! I'll be throwin' ya outta-" The older man ignored Satoru's situation and approached Satoru to throw him out.

Only to be interrupted by...

By being launched by some invisible force at a high speed, sending him into the outer wall at the side of the Inn.

Cracking the wall a bit, cracking the middle-aged adventurer's bones as well as knocking him out promptly.

Almost embedding the man's body into the wall, but Satoru held back just enough so that wouldn't be the case.

Satoru didn't react further, he proceeded to get up and close the booth's door, then returned to his wooden throne to continue his... Business.

After a few minutes of heavy struggle, Satoru came out of the booth with a relieved smile on his face.

A satisfying sigh that released vapor into the cold air of this chilly land

Satoru thought to himself, 'Now... Who could teach me how to read and write here? Alistair is currently in the Sword God Dojo, he said he'll return to visit me in a few days as he will be busy training...'

Satoru stared at the darkening sky as the sun began to set, proceeding to take a look at the damage he caused, noticing that besides the knocked-out man and partially destroyed Inn outer wall was a girl poking the man's face with a sheathed sword... A familiar girl.

A smirk formed on his face, 'How convenient~!' Satoru thought as he approached the Literate tomboyish receptionist.

As Satoru appeared beside the receptionist, she heaved a sigh, "I guess you did this?"

Satoru kept the smirk firm on his face as he responded with a shrug, "I'm pretty sure he slipped on the snow."

The receptionist's tired expression turned into a slightly amused expression, "Ah... Funny guy aren't you?" But that amused expression returned to its former exhausted image, "Well... It'd be of no issue if you simply knocked him out without damaging anything. It happens all the time these little scuffles. But when ya cause property damage, you need to pay."

With a hum, Satoru decided to amuse the tomboyish receptionist, curious as to how she'd make him "Pay", "And how will I need to pay~?" Satoru lowered his shades, meeting the dark brown eyes of the receptionist with his own Glowing Blue eyes. A confident and amused aura radiated from Satoru

Sending a shiver down the receptionist's spine, a mumble of "Demon Eyes" came out of her mouth.

As a tense atmosphere now wrapped the two individuals, Satoru was completely unbothered whilst the receptionist went into a contemplative and slightly nervous trance.

A minute passes and then, "Well... How about working here until you pay up?" She bravely suggested.

Causing Satoru's eyes to widen in slight surprise at the unexpected and rather audacious suggestion.

"What do you mean work here?" Satoru asked in genuine curiosity, his interest peaked and amusement even more so. His smirk visibly widened.

The receptionist pointed a finger at him and said, "One of our waiters left to visit his family in the Asura kingdom, so we're short-handed when it comes to charming our swordswomen. You're quite handsome, especially when you lower those shades of yours. Though most of the girls here prefer their men a bit bulkier, myself included. Plus, you knocked out this hunk of a man, which is handy for dealing with the usual problems we have around the Inn. You're not half bad. What do you say?"

Satoru's expression was offended beyond belief, "HUH?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY - "A BIT MORE BULKY"? I'M THE PERFECT MALE SPECIMEN! I'M MUSCULAR AND LEAN! LOOK!" Satoru roared at her, his voice echoing in the empty alleyway beside the Inn that held the restroom booth.

He proceeded to flex and pose, to the Receptionist's bewilderment.

Being an expert at pacifying and cooling people down, the receptionist proceeded to make the correct move - Agreeing with Satoru, "Okay! Okay! Calm down! You're right! Sheesh..." She shook her head.

Satoru's pissed-off mood, did a complete 180 giving the startled receptionist whiplash as his smirk returned and pointed at himself "Of course I'm right~!"

In Satoru's mind - The concept of working a normal job and or occupation, unrelated to his role as the "Future Strongest" Sorceror was alien.

Inconceivable, and perhaps to his more prideful side - Degrading.

However, here, In another world.

This idea had some merit.

What kind of merit do you ask?

It sounded like Fun.

And Satoru sure loves Fun!

Of course, Satoru wouldn't readily agree to such an arrangement, "Hmm, I'll do it if you teach me how to read and write! I'm sure you know how to do so right?" He tilted his head.

The receptionist was surprised at the blue-eyed devil's counteroffer as she contemplated for a few moments.

"Err... Fine! I'll do it! You better prove you are worth it though!" She announced as she held out a hand to Satoru to shake it.

Satoru smiled as he grabbed it and shook her hand, "My mere presence will double your sales." He stated matter of factly.

She chuckled, "Pfft, I'll believe it when I see it. Let's go to the owner to get ya settled... You're still paying to stay here though."

Satoru shrugged as she grabbed his hand to lead him away into the Inn.

Couldn't have Satoru used Alistair's gifted money to pay up the damage?

He could... But that wouldn't have resulted in such an interesting and potentially fun arrangement, would it?

'Offering someone who just damaged your inn a job... How flexible' Satoru shook his head in amusement as he was led away back into the Inn.

To Be Continued! 

-Author Note Start-

Did I really just write 80% of this chapter focused on Gojo's Digestive issues?

Yes, I fucking did.

And I'll do it again if I want to.

But for real? People get transported into another world and don't get any viruses digestive issues etc...? That's some odd shit... Haha! Get it?

For Gojo's sake though - It's purely digestive issues... Because it fucking funny.

Yes, I am an adult who finds it funny.

Deal with it.

"Throughout Heaven And Earth, He Alone Isn't The Constipated One."

Ahem!

So, as you may have noticed - Waiter Gojo Satoru is entering center stage!

For a chapter or 2 at most though.

So don't worry - Waiter Gojo isn't going to be a slow-paced type of thing.

1 Chapter or 2 for that lil arc.

And then we're moving to... Spoilers! Wait and find out! HAHAHAHHAHAH

Anyways! Most importantly! Did I portray Teen Gojo well in this chapter? I'd appreciate feedback on this on each chapter! As this is the most critical part of the fic! Woohoo! Feedback! Yes!

Have a nice day!

-Author Note End-