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

As he spoke, he looked around and fell silent for a moment upon seeing the hellish scene.

"Is it over?"

"It's over." Mashiro nodded. "We won."

Fushiguro finally relaxed completely and collapsed to the ground.

He was really exhausted. He had gone through so many battles in a row without even a chance to rest. Fortunately, the outcome was good.

Fushiguro Megumi glanced at Mashiro's face, then at Itajimaru's; both of them were dark-skinned.

"You two look like you crawled out of a coal pit."

"Actually, they're pretty much the same."

Mashiro sighed and shrugged. "Let's go back to the vocational high school first."

The three walked along the edge of the scorched earth towards the outskirts of Shibuya. Grayish-white embers drifted at their feet.

In the distance, in areas not directly hit by the stove, there are still the outlines of several crooked buildings.

The temporary assembly point for auxiliary supervision was set up in an underground parking lot on the outskirts of Shibuya. Fluorescent tubes hummed overhead, and communication equipment and several unopened cases of mineral water were placed on a folding table in the corner.

When Ichi saw the three people, he almost dropped the tablet in his hand.

"It's good that you... are still alive."

He adjusted his glasses. "So, you're saying you came out here..."

"In other words, we won."

Mashiro stepped into the light, nodded, and then said, "We can talk about the report later. Do you have any clothes?"

"There are spare uniforms and civilian clothes in the cardboard box at the back, but the sizes might not be quite right..."

"I'm not picky."

Mashiro nodded and walked to the back.

Ijichi glanced at Itadori, who was standing half a body length behind Mashiro, his expression much calmer than usual.

He looked down at the bloodstains on the back of his hand, rubbed them with his thumb, but couldn't get them off. He put his hand down and nodded to Ijichi.

Megumi Fushiguro was the last to walk in, and she looked quite relaxed.

Seeing their expressions, Iji Tomoya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten minutes later.

The three of them changed their clothes in the parking lot's restroom.

Mashiro used water control to wash herself thoroughly, and then used the transformation of inaction to heal her injuries.

"Oh right, and hair too."

Mashiro suddenly remembered something, so she restored her hair to its original length and tied it into a high ponytail.

She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded: "Yes, that's right now."

After Mashiro left, she returned to the settlement.

Fushiguro leaned against the wall, having changed out of his black clothes into dark blue casual wear.

He looked down at his shadow, saying nothing.

"Fu Hei Hui".

Mashiro called out to him, "We need to go to Tsumiki's hospital now."

"why?"

Megumi Fushiguro looked up abruptly. "Is something going to happen to Tsumiki?"

"She's going to be tortured." Mashiro nodded, revealing the information: "She's about to be tortured."

"You mean, Tsumiki is one of them?"

Fushiguro Megumi clenched her fist and looked at Mashiro.

Mashiro screwed on the mineral water bottle and nodded: "That's right, where is the hospital where Tsumiki is located?"

"The general hospital in Saitama Prefecture is far away."

"Then let's set off now."

Mashiro finished drinking the water and threw the bottle into the trash can.

Following suit, Huzhang threw in a beverage bottle as well.

"I'll go too."

"Your body has just been possessed by Su Nuo, and you need to rest now."

Mashiro looked at Itadori.

“You’ve been unconscious so many times, you need to recover mentally as well.”

"Mashiro-nee".

Itari stood beside her, his grey hoodie hood hanging down his back, his hair still a little damp. "I'm going."

Mashiro sighed and started walking. "Then follow me. But don't push yourself on the way. If you get tired, just say so."

Itari nodded vigorously and strode after Mashiro: "It's okay, I'm not tired. I slept long enough inside the body."

Although Fushiguro was anxious, she had no other choice but to pray that it was not too late.

"Mr. Ijichi, we're going to Saitama Prefectural General Hospital now."

Mashiro said to Ijichi.

Ichi glanced at them, but didn't ask why. He simply started a black sedan outside, the engine humming dully in the parking lot.

The three of them walked out of the parking lot. The night wind blew from the direction of Shibuya, carrying the smell of burnt ash.

Mashiro sat in the passenger seat, while Itadori and Fushiguro Megumi sat in the back.

Iji glanced at the three young people who had changed clothes but still had soot on their faces in the rearview mirror, and started the car.

Although Saitama Prefectural General Hospital is a bit far, it only took a few hours to reach the destination by driving at full speed.

Everyone got out of the car and entered the hospital.

The door number at the end of the third-floor corridor: 302.

Mashiro pushed open the door.

Tsumiki lay on the hospital bed, still unconscious, but her breathing was still very steady.

There was a black curse mark slowly spreading across her forehead, extending from her forehead to her temple.

"Tsumiki".

Fushiguro Megumi's voice was soft as he walked in and stood by the bed, looking at the spreading curse marks on his sister's forehead.

He didn't speak, but his eyes were filled with worry.

Tiger Stick stood at the door without going in. He looked down at his hands and put them into his hoodie pockets.

Mashiro sat on the edge of the bed, placed her right hand on Tsumiki's forehead, and pressed her palm against the spreading black curse mark.

She closed her eyes.

[Transformation through non-action].

Since the nightmare was over, the amaranth was still sticky and the glutinous rice ...

Despite the fact that the words of the deceased were spoken, the words of the deceased were still spoken, and the words of the deceased were still spoken. The ...

Mashiro's curse power seeped into Tsumiki's body, and she felt it.

The cursed power of Wan Shourou formed an attachment point within Tsumiki's body, then severed each attachment point. The cursed runes began to fade.

The lines that spread from black to gray, from gray to light gray, recede back towards the temples.

With the last attachment point severed, the curse mark on Tsumiki's head completely faded away.

Tsumiki's breathing was still steady. Although she was still unconscious, the preparation for her body to be taken had been cut off, so she should wake up soon.

Megumi Fushiguro stood by the bed, looking at Miki Tsumiki's forehead, which had returned to normal, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned around and bowed deeply to Mashiro: "Mashiro-nee... thank you."

Mashiro pulled her hand away from Tsumiki's forehead, her fingers still covered in a layer of residual curse energy.

Mashiro watched for a while as the residue dried on her fingertips, turning into powder, and then casually patted it off.

"You're welcome."

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Chapter 150 Returning to the Higher Vocational School

"Let's go back to the vocational college."

Mashiro stood up and said to Fushiguro Megumi, "You and Tsumiki can go through the discharge procedures."

"Are you being discharged now?"

Fushiguro Megumi paused for a moment and asked.

“That’s right.” Mashiro nodded, turned and went out. “Take Tsumi back to the high school for protection. There’s a big battle waiting for us next.”

Fukurohime nodded and immediately went to complete the formalities.

"Fukuguro may not say it, but he is still very worried about Ms. Tsumiki."

Itachi followed Mashiro out and whispered something.