Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

Three seconds passed, and nothing happened.

Mashiro looked at Sukuna, who was on high alert, with a smile and said, "It's just a matter of saying something when the atmosphere is right. I don't have the Prison Gate, so there's no need to be so afraid."

Su Nuo remained silent for a while, his anger rising.

That brat, he deliberately ran up behind him just to scare him?

He took a deep breath and said nothing.

He gradually calmed down and silently analyzed the situation.

The solution won't be very effective for her now, but she probably hasn't had time to fully adapt yet.

She managed to withstand the Demon-Subduing Chef, and the Stove Opener has also been adapted to. What else can she use if she continues to fight?

She will only grow stronger as she adapts, and we can't kill her yet.

Moreover, Yuji Itadori has been causing a commotion inside his body since just now.

Su Nuo looked down at his chest. Itachi's consciousness was constantly trying to seize control, and it hadn't stopped since it was released from the stove, growing stronger and stronger.

Even if we try to suppress it for now, it won't last long, so let's just let nature take its course.

Let's take this opportunity to return to this kid's body first, and kill them next time when we're fully prepared.

In other words, it was just a strategic retreat.

Sukuna pulled his hand out of his pocket, pointed at Mashiro, and said, "Kid, you still managed to buy yourself some time. I'll definitely kill you next time."

"Heh." Mashiro sneered, "This is the second time you've said that, you nobody."

Mashiro stretched out her hand, and flames erupted from her palm, transforming into a giant flaming bow: "Take one last hit before you run! [Stove Open]!"

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Su Nuo's expression changed. This kid can use it directly once he adapts to his stove?

He dared not stay any longer and immediately withdrew all control over his body.

The black curse marks on his face began to fade, and his fingernails shrank back to their normal length.

Su Nuo said to the tiger staff inside his body, "Kid, next time I come out, I won't just kill these few people."

As his last bit of control receded into the depths of his consciousness, Sukuna completely retreated into Itadori's body.

Seeing Sukuna return, Mashiro also withdrew the flames from his hand.

To be honest, she can't use her spell power at all right now; she can only make a shape.

"Hoohoohoo..."

Huzhang's body suddenly gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his knees hitting the ground, supporting himself with his hands, panting heavily.

All the lines on his face disappeared, his brown eyes were wide open, and his pupils stared at the ground, focusing back and forth several times before slowly stabilizing.

He slowly raised his hand, looked down at it, and then gently clenched his fist.

They have indeed regained control; Su Nuo was suppressed within her body.

Then he saw the blood on his hands.

It was dried blood, splattered on the back of my hand.

He turned his palm over; there was blood on his palm too, the bloodstains having turned dark brown.

Huzhang knelt on the scorched earth, looking at his hands, his breathing growing heavier.

The image of Sukuna killing people flashed before his eyes.

Su Nuo used his hands to kill the two girls in the abandoned building.

Wearing uniforms, one with blond hair and the other with black hair, they were clearly twins.

They were all kneeling on the ground, but Su Nuo still killed them!

These are the hands I'm using.

He used these hands of his.

Tiger Stick's pupils contracted continuously as the remains of the two men appeared on the ground before him.

They were covered in blood and crawled toward him, talking to him over and over.

"You murderer—"

Huzhang dug his fingers into the scorched earth, his fingernails filled with black ash.

“Huh…”

A sound escaped his throat, and immense pain pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Mashiro looked at Itajima with concern, knowing why.

She looked away from Cong Yu, squatted down, and brought her eyes level with Hu Zhang.

"Hiren."

Mashiro called out softly.

Without raising his head, Huzhang dug deeper and deeper into the scorched earth with his fingers, until drops of blood seeped out.

"It was me, I killed him..."

He opened his mouth and murmured, but his voice was so muffled that it was almost inaudible.

Mashiro reached out and gently patted his arm.

The force wasn't strong, just enough for him to feel.

"Those twins did many bad things; they deserve to die."

Huzhang didn't raise his head; his shoulders were trembling.

Mashiro kept her hand on his arm and didn't pull it away.

"It's not your fault, Yuujin."

Huzhang remained silent, but raised his head slightly.

His brown pupils were surrounded by bloodshot veins, and tears slowly slid down his face.

He didn't say anything, nor did he wipe it; he just stared blankly at Mashiro.

Mashiro didn't say anything else, took her hand off his arm, and stood up.

"The curse master's thousand-year plan involved evacuating 90% of Shibuya's 200,000 inhabitants."

As Itari listened to Mashiro's words, he slowly raised his head.

"Stand up, and watch carefully."

Mashiro stretched out her finger and pointed to the hellish scene ahead.

"This was a devastating disaster that wiped out Shibuya, but countless people survived. This is a great achievement!"

"But this is my fault..."

Huzhang stood up, his voice low.

“If you see Ryomen Sukuna as yourself, then everything you do is meaningless.”

Mashiro spoke seriously, turning to look directly into his eyes.

"Japanese knotweed Yuhito!"

"Yes!"

Itari had never heard Mashiro call him so seriously before, and immediately stood up straight.

"A level three sorcerer, perfectly executing the commander's mission, fighting to the point of unconsciousness several times, and finally successfully suppressing the King of Curses, ending this war."

"Now, in my capacity as the highest council of the jujutsu world, I hereby declare that Hisahito Itadori has been promoted to a first-class jujutsu master, effective immediately."

After Mashiro finished speaking solemnly, she reached out and patted his arm, "You did very well, Yuujin."

"Mashiro-nee".

Uruga's tears flowed from his eyes again, but his gaze regained a glimmer of light.

Mashiro knew it was impossible to get him to accept it all at once, but even a little bit would be better than nothing; she didn't want Yuujin to be overwhelmed by guilt.

"Will you accept the appointment, Hisahito Itadori?"

"Yes, Mashiro-nee."

Huzhang finally smiled and bowed slightly.

"Let's go, we need to go back and report now, we have things to do later."

Mashiro looked down at her disheveled appearance, then at Itajima's relatively neat appearance.

She shook her head helplessly. "Let's go."

"……Um."

The ash on the scorched earth began to be blown up by the wind, and the black ground burned by the stove stretched into the distance under the moonlight. A few clusters of flames were still burning at the edge of the ruins.

Then a shadow behind him rippled slightly.

Mashiro turned around, and her shadow itself rippled outward from the center.

Tiger Rod also saw it and took a step forward.

A crack appeared on the surface of the shadow, and a pale hand reached out from the crack, its five fingers pressing against the scorched earth.

Fushiguro Megumi emerged from the shadows.

Chapter 149 Tsumiki

Fushiguro Megumi emerged from the shadows, still wearing an oxygen tank on her face.

Seeing Mashiro and Itadori standing together, he breathed a sigh of relief and took the oxygen tank off.

"How's it going? Does it work well?" Mashiro snorted and said to Fushiguro Megumi, "Made in China, brand name!"

Fushiguro Megumi nodded. "It really works. Thanks, Mashiro-nee."