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

Kugizaki was stunned when he saw this.

The magical power and the Chuling spell wrapped around Mashiro's fist were in sync, exactly the same as when she used nails.

No, she's a more savage version. She doesn't need nails or scarecrows; she directly attaches her magical power to her fist, achieving synchronization the moment of impact, and then triggers resonance with the impact of her magical power.

When a punch is thrown, the damage is automatically transmitted and spread within the opponent's body.

"When did you learn that?!" Kugizaki's voice rose a beat.

“Just now,” Mashiro said, her figure already appearing in front of Kugizaki.

Kugizaki instinctively threw out three nails. Mashiro reached out with her left hand and grabbed two of them. With her right hand, she swept the space-cutting blade and sliced ​​the third nail in two in mid-air. The cut was as smooth as a mirror and fell to the ground with two clangs.

Then she flicked a nail with her other hand, which grazed Kugizaki's cheek and embedded itself deeply into the stone wall behind her.

Kugizaki froze.

Mashiro withdrew her hand and took a step back. "It's over."

The training ground was silent for a full five seconds.

Fukuro slowly stood up from the ground, patted the sand off his knees, and stared at Mashiro with dead fish eyes: "I thought I could at least hit you once today."

"I hit him." Mashiro glanced at the two small holes in his right trouser leg that had been bitten through by the Jade Dog Black. "There are two holes in my trousers."

Fu Hei glanced at the two holes, then silently turned his head away.

Kugizaki walked to the wall and forcefully pulled out the nail from the stone wall. If such a penetrating force were shot into a human body, it could even pierce through bone.

She took a deep breath: "How did you learn my techniques?"

"After being hit by your nails so many times, I've learned the vibration frequency of your curse power."

"The core of your technique is to inject magical power into the opponent's body and resonate with the straw spirit. When you strike the straw spirit, the damage is applied directly to the opponent regardless of distance. I used the same vibration frequency, but replaced the nails and straw man with my fist."

Kugizaki was silent for a few seconds, then turned to Itadori: "Hey, is your sister really human?"

“I’m thinking about this too,” Hadji said earnestly.

Kugizaki buried his face in his hands: "I shouldn't have come to the training ground today."

Gojo Satoru leaned against the stone wall, put the shaved ice cup aside, and straightened his body.

"Well done." He clapped his hands. "Itadori's close combat is still too straightforward; Kugizaki had no backup plan after his nails were knocked out; and Fushiguro didn't know what to do after his shikigami was instantly killed. Ah, Kujo..."

He tilted his head to look at her.

"How much force did you use when you imitated Kugizaki's technique and attached it to your fist?"

After doing the math, I think it would be more appropriate to report 50% of the intensity just now.

This would explain why she could suppress the three without revealing her true limits, but Kugizaki's expression was just too interesting, so she decided to provoke her a little more.

"About 30% or 40%."

"Really? Less than I expected." Gojo Satoru smiled.

Kugizaki's legs buckled and he squatted down, burying his head in his knees and making a muffled sound: "Mitsujiro... Fushiguro, scold me a couple of times to bring me to my senses."

"I don't want to curse," Fu Hei said.

"Why don't you cooperate a little!"

"There will be more of this kind of training in the future, so try to think positively." Gojo Satoru held up one finger. "Go back and digest this on your own. You all know where you need to focus your efforts, right?"

He paused after speaking, then his tone became more informal: "By the way, about the dinner party tonight, Huzhang, remember to buy two extra portions of beef, I'm going too."

“I didn’t agree,” Mashiro said.

"You didn't refuse either."

"I am refusing."

“Refusal is invalid.” Gojo Satoru raised his index finger. “Article 3 of the Special Cooperative Spellcaster Management Regulations formulated by the High School stipulates that, provided that both parties reach a cooperation agreement, the assistant supervisor or personnel designated by the High School have the right to conduct unannounced liaison visits. I am the liaison between you and the High School’s mission, and my visit to your house for a meal is a reasonable liaison visit.”

"You just made this up?"

“Yes.” Gojo Satoru replied without changing his expression.

Kugizaki, rubbing his forehead, delivered the final verdict on this pointless argument: "Fine, let him come. He's shameless enough to climb in through the window even if we don't agree."

"Kugizaki-kun really understands me." Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked out of the training field. As he passed Itadori, he patted him on the shoulder. "Remember to buy more, I can eat a lot."

Uruga: "...Okay."

Mashiro remained silent for a moment, then gave up struggling: "Bring drinks."

Gojo Satoru gave an OK sign without turning his head.

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Chapter 22 The Gathering (4k)

In the evening, Mashiro was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone when the doorbell rang.

I stood up, walked to the entrance, and opened the door.

Huzhang stood outside the door, carrying several large plastic bags in each hand, filled to the brim with ingredients; even the cabbages were sticking out halfway out of the bags.

Behind him stood Nagasaki, carrying a bag of oranges and a carton of milk.

So much food? Can we finish it all?

Mashiro stared at the bag and blinked.

"What are you standing at the door for?" Kugizaki glanced inside over Mashiro's shoulder. "You've finished moving? That was quick."

"It was delivered by the moving company, it didn't take much time." Mashiro stepped aside from the doorway. "Come in."

Itachi took off her shoes, picked up the ingredients, and walked straight to the kitchen, looking around as she went: "Mashiro-nee, your house is so big!"

"It's twice as expensive as the one in Sendai."

“That’s worth it, it has a separate kitchen and a balcony.” He put the bag on the stove and started taking things out. “Where’s the pot? Sukiyaki needs a shallow pot, do you have one?”

"All kinds of pots and pans are prepared and are in the cupboard."

Huzhang opened the cabinet and saw the brand-new stainless steel cookware set. The packaging film had been torn off, and there were water stains on the bottom of the pots.

He picked it up and looked at it: "Did you use it yesterday?"

Masashi opened his mouth, but still honestly told the truth: "They're all brand new, and I washed them all."

Huzhang nodded without asking any further questions, placed the pot on the stove, and turned on the gas stove knob.

Tap tap tap, boom.

Blue flames leaped up, and Itajō nodded in satisfaction: "The fire is burning brightly, new is always good. Mashiro-nee, could you get me a bowl? I'll prepare the broth first."

Mashiro took out a few bowls from the cupboard and placed them on the counter. She had just bought them this morning, along with a whole set of kitchen utensils.

Tiger Cane picked up the kitchen knife and tried it out: "This one's pretty good."

"I bought the most expensive one."

"A wise choice."

Kugizaki had already walked around the living room, a two-bedroom apartment, much larger than his previous house in Sendai.

The living room has light-colored wooden floors, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a large balcony. The clothes rack is empty, and there is very little furniture, just a large dining table, a luxurious-looking sofa, and a matching coffee table.

"Your living room is so empty." Kugizaki sat down on the sofa, instantly enveloped by its softness, and let out a comfortable sigh. "There's nothing there except a table and a sofa."

"We just moved in, and haven't had time to buy anything yet."

Where's the TV?

"dont see."

"What are the guests doing here?"

"Have a meal."

Kugizaki choked for a moment, then laughed: "Fine, you're perfectly justified."

Fushiguro was the last to arrive. When Mashiro went to open the door, she saw him carrying a bag of apples and a box of snacks.

"Sorry to bother you."

Mashiro glanced at the apples and snacks: "You don't need to bring anything."

"I'm sorry to come empty-handed."

Mashiro didn't say anything more and stepped aside to let him in.

Fuhei changed into slippers, put the apple on the shelf, then sat down at the coffee table and quietly poured himself a glass of water.

"Fukuguro, you're sitting on the sofa too? It's so comfortable." Kugizaki had already closed his eyes and was enjoying himself.

"You're so rude..."

Mashiro returned to the kitchen, where the sukiyaki broth was bubbling in the pot. Itari stood in front of the stove and stirred the bottom of the pot with chopsticks to prevent it from sticking.

Is there anything I can do?

"Okay, then Mashiro-nee, please help me prepare the ingredients."

walk slowly.

She picked up the kitchen knife, tossed it around to feel its texture, and then nodded.

The sound of the cleaver falling was both light and quick.

With steady fingers and precise placement, the cuts were clean and neat, and the ingredients were quickly processed. The scallion segments were all the same length, the tofu was cut into squares, and the konjac noodles were arranged in an orderly fashion.

It's pretty simple, similar to using the Murasaki-kiri spirit. I think I can do it.

Mashiro nodded proudly.

"Your knife skills are good enough to work in a restaurant." Dingzaki leaned against the kitchen door frame, munching on a bag of potato chips that he had somehow gotten out of nowhere.

"You can only cut, but you can't cook." Mashiro scooped the chopped green onions into the bowl.