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

"Humph."

Mashiro snorted coldly, and Congyu drew his sword and slammed it into the documents on the table.

"bass!"

The sound of a knife slamming into the table was particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

"The Zen master has just died, his body is not even cold yet, and they're already trying to reach for higher-ups?"

"Notify all the sorcerer families, Zenin, Kamo, and even Gojo, as well as those hiding in their ancestral homes in the countryside and watching from the sidelines. Tell them."

The crimson pupils behind the wings swept across the faces of every senior councilor in the conference room. Although they couldn't see the eyes, the murderous gaze still stung them.

"With Gojo Satoru gone, I now have full authority over the upper echelons. Any family that dares to interfere with the upper echelons during this period will have their hands chopped off!"

Her voice was sharp and menacing.

"These are extraordinary times, and all families must unconditionally cooperate with the operation to recover the dead and return."

"Those who seize power amidst the chaos, those who take advantage of the misery, every single one of them—I won't talk to them about rules. The rules I'm talking about now are the rules!"

She paused for a few seconds, then said to the assistant supervisor, "Tell them not to force me to go to Zen-in's house in person."

The assistant supervisor stood still, not daring to move.

"Why aren't you going yet?"

Mashiro waved her hand and said.

"Yes!"

The assistant supervisor immediately stood up straight, shouted, and ran out.

Moth Masamichi picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. He should have finished his coffee long ago, but he kept drinking it.

Leyan Temple lowered his head, focusing his gaze on his nose and his mind, while constantly pressing the corners of his mouth downwards.

Ekiku picked up the katana and rested it on his shoulder again.

"It seems that things at the higher levels are more complicated than I thought."

"It's no trouble at all."

Mashiro pulled back Murasame and threw the file into the trash can: "Killing one chicken is enough. If the Zenin family wants to be that chicken, I don't mind taking action."

Mashiro returned to the projector, where the three columns were still lit up on the screen.

"The tasks for the three groups have been clarified. The first group will set off for Kyoto to find Kinji tomorrow after Shinichi arrives."

Tiger Rod touched his fist: "If he's unwilling, beat him into submission."

"You decide what to do."

Mashiro looked at Itadori and still reminded him, "But be careful, after all, they'll be teammates, not enemies."

Huzhang nodded.

"The second group should go directly to Tianyuan and organize all your personal belongings."

After they nodded, Mashiro nodded and said, "Meeting adjourned. Go and make your preparations!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Gu stood up and nodded to her: "I'm going to rest now."

"Go on, you must be tired from your long journey."

Yi Gu pushed open the meeting room door and walked out. As he walked, the motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on and off one by one.

Mashiro also picked up Murasame and walked away from the table. She stopped at the door without looking back.

"After the Death and Annihilation Tour ends, everyone must report back to the Higher Vocational College. Not a single one can be missing. This is an order."

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Chapter 156 Sparring

After the meeting ended, Huzhang did not return to his dormitory.

He slowly walked to the training ground of the college and stood in front of the wooden stakes.

Tiger Stick clenched his fist slightly, then slammed it into the wooden stake.

"boom!"

A loud crash rang out on the wooden stake, startling even Huzhang himself.

He stared in disbelief at the countless pieces of the broken wooden stake before him, his mouth slightly agape.

"Really? These are specially made wooden stakes..."

Huzhang walked to another wooden stake and struck it with as little force as possible.

He now has fifteen Su Nuo fingers inside his body, and his magical power and physical attributes are much stronger than before. Now he has to regain control of his power.

"Bang, bang. Bang!"

The fists struck the wooden stakes with varying degrees of sound, and with each punch, Tiger Cane adjusted the force he exerted.

As dawn broke over the training field, the sun began to peek out from the roof of the teaching building, illuminating the clouds on the horizon with an orange glow.

He had been hitting the tiger stick for a long time, and sweat was dripping down his forehead onto the grass.

He still kept thinking about Shibuya, whether it was Sukuna's emergence or the destruction of Shibuya, it left a deep shadow on him.

And the similarities between the demonic demon and Mashiro that he saw in Sukuna's body, and another form of Mashiro that he saw.

He didn't know whether he should bring it up; he wanted to ask, but he was constantly worried about something.

Tiger Staff pounded the wooden stake with his fists, as if trying to clear his mind of distractions.

Mashiro strolled out of the intelligence room, a bottle of beverage in her hand.

My gaze shifted and I saw Tiger Stick on the training field.

She took the last sip, gently shook the can, and after confirming it was empty, threw it into the trash can.

How long has this kid been fighting? Let's buy him a drink and go over there.

Mashiro pondered for a moment, then bought two drinks from the vending machine and walked over.

"boom!"

Tiger Cane punched again, and the wooden stake trembled.

"How long has it been going on?"

Mashiro slowly opened her mouth and asked.

Huzhang snapped out of his daze and turned his head.

His face was covered in sweat, and he shook the sawdust off his hands: "Sister Mashiro, I didn't notice, I came after the meeting."

"That's been quite a while."

Mashiro tossed a can of drink over, saying, "Here, this is for you."

"Huh?"

Itachi took two steps back to catch it, then looked at the can of beverage he had never seen before with a troubled expression.

"Sister Mashiro, what is this? Its name is unclear, and its appearance is so flashy..."

"I do not know either."

Mashiro opened the can of her usual beverage and casually said, "I bought it because I hadn't seen it before."

"It looks alright..."

Haddō sighed helplessly and opened the can he was holding. "Since it's being sold, it probably can't taste too bad..."

He gritted his teeth, raised the drink, and gulped it down.

"Cough cough... cough cough!"

The intense, pungent taste rushed up my throat and then into my brain.

"It's so pungent!"

Seeing Itajimaru's disheveled appearance, Mashiro coughed twice and finished his drink.

Luckily, I didn't drink it because it looked a bit off; judging from this, it probably didn't taste very good.

"hiss."

After catching his breath, Huzhang looked at the drink in his hand and took another sip. "It tastes pretty good after I get used to it."

"real or fake?"

Mashiro was a little surprised and, with some doubt, went to buy another can and opened it.

The moment it enters your mouth, the minty flavor hits you right in the head.

Mashiro forced herself to hold back, took a breath, and drank the second sip.

The smell was still pungent, and she couldn't help but cough violently a few times.

Just as Mashiro was wondering if she hadn't recovered yet, she saw Itajiro smirking beside her, and he hadn't touched the drink.

This kid dared to lie to me!

Mashiro glared at Itadori: "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

Itadori chuckled and retorted, "It was clearly you, Mashiro-nee, who used me as a test subject for the poison first."

Mashiro put the drink aside and stretched her body.

"Haven't we sparred in a long time?"

Itachi paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips as he put his drink aside.