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

"Let's stop practicing here for today."

Mashiro decided to pause. It was enough to get a general idea of ​​Itadori's current fighting strength; there was no need to continue wasting energy.

She and Itsuji sat on a bench nearby, both of them reluctantly drinking their beverages.

The silence lasted only a moment. After hesitating for a while, Itsuji finally asked.

"Mashiro-nee, there's something I want to ask you."

Hearing the hesitation in Itadori's tone, Mashiro roughly understood what he wanted to ask and sighed softly.

Ultimately, it couldn't be hidden.

"go ahead."

"What is your relationship with that Demon Void Luo?"

The sound of the scepter was very soft, and the fingers gently rubbed the jar.

Mashiro didn't respond; Itajiro hadn't finished speaking.

"When I was in Shibuya, my consciousness was suppressed deep within my body by Sukuna, so I couldn't see very clearly, but I could still vaguely see some things."

He paused for a moment.

“When Su Nuo was fighting Mo Xu Luo, I saw Mo Xu Luo’s Dharma Wheel inside his body, which is exactly the same as the one above your head.”

Itachi looked up at Mashiro, his brown eyes showing neither fear nor doubt; he simply wanted to know the truth.

"Sister Mashiro, what is your relationship with Moxu Luo? What exactly are you?"

Mashiro exhaled, leaned back in her chair, and stretched her legs straight forward.

"I am human, or rather I consider myself human."

Itari didn't speak, but just silently looked at Mashiro beside him.

"My soul is a mixture of human and demonic elements, but to be precise, the demonic elements are more prominent."

Mashiro stretched out her hand and pointed to the Dharma wheel above her head: "My adaptability and Congyu are based on the same principle as Moxuluo."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "As for the one that appeared in Shibuya, it was summoned by Fushiguro Megumi using the Ten Shadow Technique, while I am an independent individual without any contractual obligations."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Mashiro looked at Itadori beside her and asked softly.

"Hmm, I think I understand."

Itadori nodded, stroking his chin: "So that means Mashiro is the evolved human form of Makuro."

"What evolution? It's not like we're dealing with Digimon..."

Mashiro helplessly covered her forehead.

"Anyway, Mashiro-nee is Mashiro-nee."

Itadori revealed a cheerful and sunny smile, "No matter what your identity is, the fact that you are my older sister will never change, right?"

That's right.

Mashiro smiled slightly, feeling that her efforts to protect her younger brother had not been in vain.

Mashiro lifted Murasame off the chair armrest. She stood up and patted Itadori's arm.

"Let's go eat."

"oh oh."

Itadori quickly stood up and followed, "Mashiro-nee, can we not drink this?"

"No."

"Huh? Why? It tastes really bad."

"I've finished mine, so you have to finish yours!"

"Alright..."

Itadori sighed, ultimately succumbing to Mashiro's tyranny.

He closed his eyes and gulped down the rest of the drink in one go.

“yue”.

Huzhang pursed his lips, revealing a distressed expression.

"You still have a lot to learn," I said, and then I finished my drink in a graceful and proper manner.

Mashiro didn't stop and continued walking towards the cafeteria.

She would never admit that she secretly evaporated the beverage by controlling the water and heat.

Who said that the staff of the tiger rod has no magic formula?

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Chapter 158 The Meeting of the Three Truths

Zhenyi arrived at the college in the afternoon.

She got out of the auxiliary supervision vehicle, still wearing her uniform and carrying a small duffel bag.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves on either side of the school gate, falling on her shoulders.

As soon as Mai got out of the car, she saw Maki at the entrance.

Maki leaned against the goalpost, her arms crossed over her chest.

Mayu sighed and walked towards Maki's direction.

Maki sensed the familiar presence approaching and looked up.

She watched Zhenyi slowly approach, and a slight twitch appeared on her lips: "So slow."

"I was woken up by a phone call from the old man at four in the morning!"

Mayu switched the duffel bag to her other hand and rolled her eyes at Maki. "It's already a good result that we arrived by noon without wasting any time."

Maki glanced at her duffel bag, then looked away.

It doesn't look heavy, so Zhenyi can carry it herself.

Why are you waiting at the door?

When Mai saw Maki's gaze, she grinned mischievously and tossed the duffel bag in her hand into Maki's arms.

Maki took the luggage bag, sighed, and said, "Mashiro asked me to pick you up."

Since it's already been thrown over, we can't just throw it back.

What a worrying younger sister!

When Mai heard Mashiro's name, she paused for a moment.

The scene in the lounge on the day of the exchange battle flashed through my mind.

At that time, the silvery-white spatial rift was only 0.01 centimeters away from her neck.

The murderous aura pressed down on her, making even breathing seem like a luxury.

Zhenyi shivered, snapping out of her reverie and back to reality.

She pursed her lips and said to Maki, "Mashiro? You call her that quite affectionately."

"What else should we call her if not Mashiro?"

Maki turned and walked into the campus, her steps slow. "Should I call her Kujo-sama? You can call her that if you want, but she'll most likely shut you up."

"Tch, so what if she's really white?"

Mayu gave a soft snort and followed, falling half a step behind Maki.

Her gaze swept across the college's playground, the wooden stakes beside the training field, and towards the smoke rising from the canteen in the distance.

It's similar to the Kyoto campus, but a bit quieter.

The premise is to ignore those busy assistant supervisors.

They transformed the silence into an atmosphere of heightened readiness.

"What does she want from me?"

Zhenyi followed for a while, but still couldn't help asking the question.

"Just ask when you get there."

"Maki, couldn't you at least give us a heads-up?"

"No."

Maki pulled her duffel bag behind her back. "Also, you should call me 'older sister,' right?"

"Never."

Zhenyi turned her head away. "What kind of older sister wouldn't even give a hint first? You're such a good older sister."

"Each each other."

Maki's lips curled up slightly, clearly indicating that she was in a good mood.

The two walked across the stone steps at the edge of the training field.

Kugizaki ran from the other end of the training field, his hair tied back with a headband.

She waved when she saw Maki, without stopping, and then gave a subtle expression when she saw Mai next to her.

What do you mean by that?