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

"Mashiro-nee!" Itadori ran up and pointed to the two people behind her, introducing them, "This is Fushiguro, you met her last night! This is Kugizaki, she just transferred here yesterday!"

Kugizaki Nobara's gaze swept over Mashiro.

The silver-haired, red-eyed girl, about shoulder-high, stood quietly in the corridor, looking like a child sent by some sorcerer family.

"You're the older sister that Itadori mentioned? The twelve-year-old one?" Kugisaki bent down, getting closer to look, his tone filled with undisguised curiosity.

"Mm." Mashiro met her gaze and nodded.

What's on your head?

"The manifestation of a technique."

"I see. But you're really small." Kugizaki straightened up and crossed his arms. "I heard you're pretty good at fighting? You fought Sukuna a few times last night and you're still alive?"

"I was lucky."

“Don’t be modest,” Itadori chimed in from the side. “Mashiro is incredibly strong! She fought Sukuna to a standstill last night, and she can even use fire…”

"Yujin," Mashiro called out to him.

Huzhang shut his mouth.

Kugizaki raised an eyebrow at the sight, "Interesting."

She looked Mashiro up and down. "Although Itadori just said that you are younger than him but are his older sister, I don't quite understand this relationship."

Mashiro looked at her and said calmly, "His grandfather asked me to take care of him, so I am his older sister."

"How old are you?"

"twelve."

Kugizaki turned to Itadori: "How old are you?"

"fifteen……"

"So you call her 'sister'?"

Haddō's expression was somewhat subtle. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. He had already struggled with this issue last night and didn't want to go through it again.

"...The family's age ranking has been recalculated."

"Huh? What nonsense is this?"

"Anyway, it's Mashiro-nee." Itadori said stubbornly.

Kugizaki shook her head, gave Itadori a look as if she were an idiot, and then turned back to Mashiro: "Fine, since she's Itadori's older sister, she's one of us. My name is Kugizaki Nobara, a level 3 sorcerer."

“Kujou Mashiro.” She nodded slightly, then added, “Barely one level.”

She wasn't lying. After fighting Su Nuo, the curse power in her body further condensed, which could be considered as half a step to level one.

It's definitely not because saying "Level 1" sounds more sophisticated than saying "Level 2".

Kugizaki paused in his drinking, and Fushiguro's expression changed slightly.

Huzhang, on the other hand, looked completely at ease and even nodded.

"...Level 1?" Kugizaki put down his water bottle, looked the silver-haired girl, who was about 1.4 meters tall, up and down, his face full of disbelief.

Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to see—your shocked expression!

Saigoni Hi Iron Duck Da☆

How old are you again?

“Twelve.” Mashiro looked at Kugizaki, trying hard to suppress the corners of her mouth.

"A twelve-year-old Level 1 sorcerer?" Kugizaki turned to Fushiguro, pointing at Mashiro. "Fushiguro, she said she's Level 1."

"She sparred with Su Nuo several times last night and is still alive." Fu Hei's tone was flat, his signature dead fish eyes wide. "Level one should be no problem."

“No, but she’s twelve…” Kugizaki started to say, then looked at Mashiro’s expressionless face, which was so calm it was like she had a limp face. Finally, he gave up and slumped against the wall. “Fine. I’ve given up thinking about this many times today. One more time won’t make a difference.”

"A fifteen-year-old boy calling a twelve-year-old girl 'sister,' and the girl is a level one sorcerer. This school is definitely not normal."

“You’re a student at this school too,” Fuhei reminded her.

"So I'll be normal starting tomorrow. If I'm not normal today, then I'm not normal."

Itadori couldn't help but chuckle, but immediately stopped after being glared at by Kugizaki.

Just like in the original work, Nobara Kugizaki has a straightforward and frank personality; she says what she thinks, and it's easy to get along with her.

"By the way, where do you live?" Kugisaki suddenly turned to Mashiro. "Itadori said you don't live at the vocational high school."

"An apartment near the vocational college; I'm moving today."

"one person?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you bored living in such a big house all by yourself?"

After thinking for a moment, Mashiro answered seriously, "It's not boring. It's more comfortable to live alone. I can sleep whenever I want and go out whenever I want without having to report to anyone."

Kugizaki tilted his head to look at her, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Then I'll come visit you another day, and bring some snacks."

"……Row."

Tiger Stick's eyes lit up: "I'm going too!"

"Of course you have to go." Kugizaki slapped him on the shoulder. "You're her brother."

Huzhang staggered forward after being hit, but his smile became even brighter.

In the afternoon, Mashiro left the vocational high school and went to look at apartments alone.

The house is in a newly built residential area near the college, about a 15-minute walk from the college.

The apartment is on the sixth floor, with two bedrooms, a living room, a separate kitchen and bathroom, and floor-to-ceiling windows facing south, providing excellent natural light. The monthly rent is 140,000 yen, which is almost twice as expensive as in Sendai, but she still has a considerable amount of money left from the commission she earned from Nanami's work.

Moreover, the commission fee for a level one sorcerer is not low, and one job can sustain them for a long time.

The moving company delivered her packed luggage from Sendai in the evening.

She tidied the room in less than an hour, putting the clothes in the closet and hanging Cong Yu on the knife rack in the entryway.

Then she stood in the kitchen, silently facing the brand-new stove and oven for a moment.

The kitchen is great, and it's fully equipped.

The problem lies with her.

In my past life, I lived in a university dormitory and relied entirely on the cafeteria and takeout for meals; I hardly ever touched a pot.

Since coming into this world, I've been eating at convenience stores or eating out all the time. The only time I've come close to cooking is when I put a bento box from the supermarket into the microwave to heat it up.

She opened the refrigerator and found only two bottles of mineral water inside, which were free gifts from the real estate agent.

I sighed and closed the refrigerator.

Mashiro picked up her phone, opened LINE, and sent a message to Itadori.

"Mashiro": It's all moved. I'll send you the address.

Messages are replied to almost instantly.

Tiger: Okay! I'm going with Kugizaki Fushiguro tomorrow! Do we need to bring anything?

Mashiro thought for a moment and replied to him.

"Mashiro": Whatever you want to eat, buy the ingredients and bring them over.

Tiger: Huh?

"Mashiro": I can't cook.

Tiger: Huh?!

"Tiger": Wait, wait, Mashiro-nee, you can't cook? What did you eat every day in Sendai?

"Mashiro": Convenience store, or eating out.

Tiger: ...No wonder you're so thin.

"Mashiro": I'm still growing.

Tiger: Then I'll cook tomorrow and let you taste my cooking! I cooked all the meals at home when Grandpa was in the hospital. Although I'm not particularly good at it, it's definitely better than the convenience store!

Mashiro looked at the screen and pouted.

"Mashiro": Okay, I'll cover the cost of the ingredients, you just need to cook.

"Tiger": Deal! Kugizaki said he wants to eat sukiyaki. I'll buy beef and vegetables and bring them over tomorrow. By the way, Mashiro-nee, do you have a pot?

Mashiro turned her head and glanced at the stainless steel pot set in the kitchen, the packaging film still on.

"Mashiro": Yes.

Tiger: See you tomorrow! (oωo)?

She went to the entryway, tore off the packaging film from the cookware, and rinsed each pot in the sink.

Even though I can't cook, I should at least wash the pots and pans clean. I can't let them come over and see that they're still brand new.

She suddenly thought of a problem: Yuzhang said he wanted to make sukiyaki, but she didn't know how to light a gas stove.

She stared at the knob on the stove for a long time, tried turning it, but there was no response. She turned it again, but still no response.

Mashiro crouched down, opened the cabinet, found the gas valve, turned it clockwise, and then stood up to try it again.

"Tap tap tap, boom."

As the flames shot up, she jumped back half a step, then quickly resumed her expressionless demeanor.

...It's fairly simple.

She turned off the stove, wiped the water off her hands, and decided to get up early tomorrow to go to the supermarket to buy bowls, chopsticks, and seasonings.

The pot is ready, but the bowl and chopsticks are not yet available.

She picked up her phone and made a list in her notes app.

After she finished writing, she thought for a moment and then added another line: