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

Su Nuo's body jolted violently, and the crazed smile on his face suddenly twisted.

"You...bastard..." the boy's angry voice roared from his body, "Give me back my body!"

It’s Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito.

Mashiro immediately stopped, the flames on her sword went out, and she spun half a circle in the air before landing gracefully. She took two light steps and stood firmly on her feet.

Su Nuo's composure vanished completely, replaced by a look of surprise. He asked Hu Zhang, "How can you still move?"

"It's my body, isn't it?"

Su Nuo felt his consciousness gradually sinking, unable to continue controlling the body. He stared intently at Mashiro: "Kid, you've escaped with your life."

Mashiro looked at him with a mocking smile: "You're the one who got lucky and escaped with your life. The King of Curses isn't all that great."

"Next time we meet, I'll definitely kill you."

Su Nuo uttered his last words before losing consciousness.

Chapter 18 Gojo Satoru (4k)

The smoke and dust had not yet dissipated.

Yuji Itadori knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

After Su Nuo's consciousness faded, he regained control of his body, but the lingering, violent curse power still burned in his blood vessels.

Fukuro Megumi leaned against the broken wall, her left hand covering her ribs, blood seeping from between her fingers.

He stared at Huzhang, his expression complex.

He had never seen anyone who could regain their body after swallowing Su Nuo's finger.

Mashiro stood ten meters away, while Murasaki had already been sheathed.

She brushed the few stray hairs that Su Nuo had cut off from her shoulder, and dusted off her sleeves, her movements unhurried and deliberate.

Be passionate in battle, but elegant—that will never go out of style.

The Dharma wheel above his head slowly stopped, and the fighting spirit burning in his eyes gradually subsided, returning him to a calm state.

Once Itachi caught his breath, the first thing he did wasn't to check his own injuries, but to turn around and look for Mashiro.

I saw her standing there, her sportswear with several tears, her silver hair shorter, but she stood steadily, brushing the dust off her sleeves.

"Senior!" he called out, his voice still trembling from his heavy breathing, his tone filled with unconcealed worry.

He propped himself up on his knees, his legs still a little weak, and staggered two steps toward Mashiro. "Are you alright? Did that guy hurt you anywhere? I couldn't control him just now, and when I saw him attack you, I—"

"Hisuhito." Mashiro interrupted.

Huzhang stopped, his lips still open.

Mashiro looked at him, her red eyes gleaming slightly in the moonlight, and calmly said, "I'm fine. Do you have any injuries?"

Itachi paused for a moment, and his calm gaze gradually subsided.

He looked down at his hands, then lifted his leg. "It seems... everything's alright."

"That's fine."

After she finished speaking, she shifted her gaze from him to Fushiguro Megumi behind him.

Tiger Stick turned around following her gaze and realized that Fu Hei was still injured. He immediately turned around and ran over to help him.

Just then, a surge of spiritual pressure descended from the sky.

A massive, undisguised source of magical power rapidly approached from high above.

Mashiro raised her head, her silver hair flying backward as the air currents created by the cursed power blew her back.

coming.

A figure descended from the night sky, its posture as casual as if it were taking a stroll.

White hair, black eye patch, and a college uniform worn loosely on his body, exuding an air of extravagance.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest in modern times.

The moment it landed, the surrounding debris was pushed away by the shockwave.

With his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to the side, his gaze first swept over the slumped Fushiguro Megumi, then over the toad holding Fushiguro's arm, and finally settled on Mashiro.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer.

"Hey," Gojo Satoru said, his tone as if he'd bumped into an acquaintance at a convenience store, "Megumi, didn't you say you were just here to receive a cursed object? What happened?"

Fushiguro Megumi gritted her teeth and tried to stand up, but failed twice. Finally, she leaned against the wall and said, "Something happened. I was attacked by a cursed spirit, and then it swallowed my finger."

He patted the cane beside him.

"real or fake?"

"real."

Gojo Satoru walked up to Itadori, bent down, and looked closely; the black eye patch concealed his expression.

Itadori felt uncomfortable being stared at and was about to say something when Gojo Satoru suddenly reached out and flicked him on the forehead.

"Ouch!" Itari rubbed his forehead. "What are you doing?"

Can you move?

"Can, can move."

"Then let's take a few steps."

Huzhang was puzzled, but he still stood up and took a few steps.

He took two steps and then stopped, looked back at Mashiro's direction, and after confirming that she was still there, he looked away.

Gojo Satoru witnessed this scene but said nothing.

He straightened up, his tone still light: "Interesting. You swallowed two of Sukuna's fingers and still managed to regain control of your body. What's your name?"

"Japanese knotweed Hisuhito."

“Itadori Yuujin,” Gojo Satoru repeated, then after two seconds, suddenly turned to Mashiro, “And what about this little girl?”

The topic changed without warning.

Although his tone remained relaxed, Mashiro could sense that Gojo Satoru's attention had completely shifted to her.

The first clash with the strongest in modern times? How interesting.

“Kujou Mashiro,” she introduced herself. “Hello, Gojou Satoru.”

"Kujo?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head, as if recalling something. "That Kujo family? I think..."

"That's all," Mashiro finished for him. "I should be the last one."

Gojo Satoru didn't reply. He took half a step around Mashiro, as if looking at something interesting.

Although his eyes were covered by an eye patch, his gaze was extremely strong, and Zhen Bai got goosebumps the moment he was swept over.

She frowned, about to say something, when he looked away.

“Sorry, sorry,” he stopped, “but your spell is very strange, is it related to the thing on your head?”

Mashiro did not evade his question and replied with a prepared statement: "My techniques can understand and imitate other techniques. The flames and spatial cutting I used on Sukuna just now were learned from the cursed spirits I encountered before."

“Imitation?” Gojo Satoru’s tone rose slightly. “Isn’t that pretty impressive? How many techniques have you learned?”

"I haven't counted."

This answer made Gojo Satoru smile, a look of interest flashing in his eyes.

"Then why are you here?" His tone deepened slightly, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure. "Don't tell me you were just passing by."

Itachi trembled and stepped in from the side, blocking Mashiro's path.

"The senior came to see me! She is—"

"Yujin." Mashiro called his name, interrupting him.

Huzhang immediately shut his mouth and turned his head to look at her.

Mashiro looked at Gojo Satoru and answered succinctly, "I came to find him."

Gojo Satoru's gaze lingered between the two.

A pink-haired boy instinctively stepped in front of him. A silver-haired girl could silence him with just one word.

interesting.

“You two,” Gojo Satoru pulled his finger out of his pocket and pointed between the two men, “what’s your relationship?”

Mashiro didn't answer immediately; she glanced at Itadori in front of her.

The wind blowing from the rooftop lifted a corner of her dress.

As the protector, what would be the best way for her to say it?

Mashiro pondered for a moment, recalling what she had said yesterday.

“…I am his older sister,” Mashiro said.

Although she should be the younger sister in terms of age, where is her pride?!

Huzhang suddenly turned his head to look at her.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow slightly above his eyepatch. "Sister? You two don't look alike at all."

"Is that not allowed?" Mashiro's tone was flat as she raised her eyes, her red eyes meeting Gojo Satoru's eyepatch.

Gojo Satoru looked at her, then at Itadori's face, which seemed to say, "I don't know, don't ask me, I'm afraid to speak," and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

“Okay.” He chuckled. “Why not? Of course it’s okay.”

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and patted Itadori's shoulder with a little more force than before. Itadori staggered forward a small step from the pat, but Gojo Satoru's hand remained on his shoulder.

"Itadori, your sister is pretty amazing." He bent down and whispered in Itadori's ear, his voice loud enough for everyone present to hear. "She just exchanged several blows with Sukuna and is still alive, and doesn't seem to be seriously injured."

This guy, he said it on purpose for her to hear, didn't he?

Mashiro pouted, ignoring his provocation.