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

Mashiro smiled slightly, "This is a good thing."

Even if something unexpected happens later, Fushiguro Megumi's body is still possessed by Sukuna, and with Tsumi Miki by his side, he won't just give up.

The chances of winning against Su Nuo can be increased by another 10%.

Soon, all the formalities were completed.

Fushiguro Megumi carried Tsumiki into the car and gently laid her flat at the back of the van.

"Let's go."

Ichichi nodded and started the vehicle.

Huzhang sat on the other side of the back seat, his gray hoodie hood hanging down his back, his head resting against the car window, his eyes closed and drowsy.

This kid says he's not tired, even though his lips are turning a little purple.

Mashiro glanced back from the passenger seat, shook her head slightly, and smiled helplessly.

The journey back to the vocational college took four hours.

It was almost dawn when Ichiji drove the car into the highway entrance.

The weather is slowly turning into winter, and it gets light rather slowly.

The air was slightly dry and chilly, and the eaves of the college were covered with morning dew.

Fushiguro helped Tsumiki out of the car; Tsumiki was wrapped in a blanket she had brought from the hospital.

Perhaps the noise was too loud, because Tsuki slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes groggily and glanced around: "Where am I?"

Hearing the voice in her arms, Fushiguro Megumi trembled and looked down at Tsumiki.

"benefit?"

Tsumiki slightly raised her hand, wanting to touch Fushiguro Megumi, but having just woken up, she didn't have much strength and eventually put it down.

Tears welled up in Fukuguro's eyes. He looked up, his voice choked with emotion.

"Advanced Specialized Program, Advanced Specialized Program in Spellcasting."

Fushiguro Megumi's voice was much gentler than usual.

"You can rest here for now, and I'll explain everything to you in detail later."

Tsumi nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

Waves of exhaustion washed over her, and Tsumi fell asleep again in Fushiguro Megumi's arms.

Fushiguro Megumi quickened her pace and soon arrived at the infirmary.

Because Mashiro had contacted her in advance, Ieiri Shoko was already waiting at the infirmary.

She took Tsumiki over and gave her a thorough full-body examination.

The contract of being taken advantage of has been completely dissolved; all that remains is the restoration of physical strength.

Fushiguro Megumi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Shoko's words. "Thank you, Shoko-senpai."

He looked up as Mashiro walked over.

"Go and rest."

Mashiro's tone left no room for refusal.

"My sister, Tsumiki, is still inside..."

"Shoko's here. You haven't slept for three days."

After speaking, Mashiro pondered for a few seconds, "You can either rest in the infirmary or not."

"I understand."

Fushiguro Megumi lay down on the bed in the infirmary, took one last look at Tsumiki sleeping in the next bed, and closed her heavy eyelids.

Soon, his breathing became even.

Mashiro turned around and waved to Itadori. Itadori walked over from the other end of the corridor, still clutching the gray hoodie he had taken off.

"Yujin, you should go and rest too. There won't be many more chances for you to sleep, so cherish the time you have now."

Itari opened his mouth and then closed it again, draped his hoodie over his shoulder, and took a few steps toward the dormitory.

Then he turned and looked at Mashiro: "Mashiro-nee, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I have other things to do, I'm very busy."

“You haven’t slept for several nights either, fighting from Shibuya until now. Your curse power is much more depleted than mine.”

Mashiro reached out and slapped Itachi's back with great force, causing him to stagger forward a few steps.

"Leave me alone, go to sleep."

Tiger Rod scratched the back of his head, not daring to argue back, and muttered to himself as he walked towards the dormitory building.

Mashiro watched them walk away, then stood alone in the corridor.

The corridors of the college were very quiet in the early morning, with only the sound of shimmering coffee coming from the infirmary.

Mashiro emptied her mind, trying to alleviate her mental fatigue.

Gojo Satoru has been sealed away, and now she is the highest-ranking person in the leadership, responsible for coordinating all available resources.

She didn't want anyone to die in the upcoming battle, and she would do her best to save those who could be saved.

With Gojo Satoru absent, she has to shoulder the responsibility.

"Tsk."

Mashiro clicked her tongue and said, "Gojo Satoru, you can finally rest comfortably now. The burden is all on my shoulders."

She shook her head, let out a long breath, rallied her spirits, and turned to walk towards the conference room.

The high-level conference room is now on the third floor of the main building of the college. The door is a heavy wooden door that makes a dull sound when pushed open.

Mashiro pushed open the door and entered, scanning the room.

The long table was already full of people, all of whom were focused on her.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu sat at the farthest point with his eyes closed, his cane resting on the armrest of the chair.

Several recently elected senior lawmakers sat next to him, with tablets and paper reports in front of them.

Masamichi Nobi stood by the window, holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold.

Mashiro had already changed into a clean uniform, her silver-white hair was tied into a high ponytail, and the feathers on the back of her head had grown back, covering her eyes.

She walked to the end of the long table where Gojo Satoru usually sat, pulled the chair back, and sat down.

No one raised any objections. Everyone in the upper echelons knew that this person was the one who could truly decide everything.

Instead, her sitting in Gojo Satoru's seat relieved Rakuganji and Yagami.

This means that Mashiro is willing to fill the vacancy left by Gojo Satoru and take up the mantle of command and leadership.

"The Shibuya Incident has come to an initial conclusion."

Mashiro ignored what they thought, placed her hand on the table, and got straight to the point.

"Let's start with the numbers. More than 90% of the people were evacuated, and the casualty rate was reduced to single digits."

She looked at everyone present and nodded to them: "This achievement was earned by all the mages on the front lines who risked their lives, and it is also thanks to your excellent logistical and information coordination. You should be proud."

"Clap clap clap clap..."

Mashiro led the applause, and then everyone else joined in.

Mashiro paused, then continued, "Of course, the price we paid was also quite heavy."

Zhenbai's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

"Gojo Satoru was sealed by the prison gate, and the entire area within a 200-meter radius of Shibuya's core area was destroyed. The affected area in the outer commercial district is still being tallied."

She paused, looking at the high-ranking officials in front of her: "The only good news is that none of the sorcerers and assistant supervisors who went into battle died, and some new members will be joining us."

"A new member?"

Leyan Temple repeated it, then hesitated for a moment and said, "You mean the Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo Diagram?"

Chapter 151 High-Level Meeting

"Yes."

Mashiro nodded.

"The three brothers of the Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo Diagram will join the Advanced College and become our fighting force."

Upon hearing this, the other senior councilors began to whisper among themselves, their voices rising and falling, spreading across the long table.

"Da da".

Mashiro tapped the table with her finger.

"Quiet down. If you have any objections, raise them formally."

A younger member of parliament spoke up.

He was in his early thirties, wore silver-rimmed glasses, and was considered a new face among the senior management.

He looked at Mashiro and spoke cautiously: "I think the Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo Diagram should not be trusted. After all, they are half-cursed spirits and do not care about the life and death of humans."

"You're right."

Mashiro nodded.

“But they will value Hisahito Itadori’s life very much.”

The bespectacled councilor paused for a moment, and the people next to him also stopped whispering.

"Japanese knotweed Yuhito?"

Another member of parliament flipped through the documents in front of him.

"Is he Miss Kujo's younger brother?"