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

"I'm leaving now." Gojo Satoru stood up, didn't say much, and walked towards the door.

After changing his shoes, he turned to Mashiro and said, "Have a good mission tomorrow. Call me if you need to contact me."

"I don't have your number."

"Oh, that's true."

After exchanging contact information, Gojo Satoru opened the door and left.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, and Mashiro closed the door and returned to the living room.

Kugizaki had finished wiping the table and was leaning against the kitchen doorway drinking water when he saw Mashiro come out. He waved the empty cup in his hand and said, "Where's the water? I'll pour it myself."

"There is a water purifier there."

Kugizaki poured himself a glass of water, drank it, and then left with Fushiguro Megumi.

As Itari came out of the kitchen and put on his shoes in the entryway, he glanced at Mashiro and asked, "Mashiro-neechan, what time are you going on your mission tomorrow?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning."

"Then I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Need not."

"Yes, I want it. Convenience store food isn't nutritious. Didn't you say you're still growing?"

Mashiro opened her mouth, but found she couldn't find a reason to refute it. "Whatever."

Itachi smiled and said, "Little Mashiro-neechan, you've got her figured out."

"I'm off then! See you tomorrow!"

After Huzhang left, he closed the door behind him, and the room became quiet.

Night had fallen in Tokyo outside the window, and the trees in the distance, heading towards the high school, cast shadows on the ground under the streetlights.

She tidied up the living room, then collapsed on the sofa and took out her phone.

I called Nanami this morning and added him on LINE. Then he sent me a task, which seemed suitable, so Mashiro accepted it.

Nanami's LINE message is still stuck on the last one: "See you at the coffee shop at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

She had memorized the location of the coffee shop on the map; it was about a 20-minute drive away, and she could get there if she got up early tomorrow.

She turned off the living room light, went back to the bedroom, and lay down on the bed she had made that morning.

Lying on a soft bed, I was faced with an unfamiliar ceiling.

It was the first time she had eaten with so many people, and the emptiness after everyone left made her feel a little uncomfortable.

I've been used to it for a long time.

Lost in thought, she shook her head when she came to her senses.

Tomorrow she'll be going on a mission with Nanami, a level one cursed spirit. They'll be partners, and she's already familiar with the process.

Let's get a good night's sleep today.

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Chapter 23 The Real Level One (4k)

The doorbell rang in the early morning.

Mashiro opened the door, and Itadori stood outside, holding a lunchbox.

"You have a mission today, right?" Itajō handed over the lunchbox.

"Ten o'clock, Shinagawa." Mashiro took the document and turned to walk inside.

As Huzhang followed behind, changing his shoes, his gaze swept over the silver-white Murasaki sword on the knife rack in the entryway.

Mashiro opened the lunchbox, which was packed full of rice, omelet, and spinach with sesame seeds to accommodate her appetite. The miso soup was in a thermos.

The portion size was sufficient, but to be honest, it was a bit too Japanese-style; I wasn't used to the taste.

But considering that I made it early in the morning and brought it to her, this slight inconvenience is a minor flaw that doesn't detract from the overall excellence.

Mashiro picked up the egg roll, took a bite, and slowly began to eat.

Huzhang poured himself a glass of water and sat down opposite her.

"Still partnering with Mr. Nanami?"

"Ah."

"What is it this time?"

"Level 1, we'll know the specifics when we get there." Mashiro stuffed the last piece of omelet into her mouth, took a couple of sips of miso soup, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

Hu Zhang packed up his lunchbox and turned back as he walked to the door: "Come to the college tonight, I'll save some food for you."

Mashiro slung her violin case over her shoulder and paused for a moment on the doorknob: "Hmm."

The door closed, and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

In Shinagawa Ward, a coastal industrial area, Nanami waits for her by the window of a coffee shop.

As Mashiro pushed open the door, the wind chimes rang once. Nanami looked up and nodded at her.

In front of him was a cup of black coffee and a latte.

Mashiro sat down, picked up the latte, took a sip, and found it a little bitter.

She quietly added three more spoonfuls of sugar.

Nanami pushed over a mission briefing, along with two photos taken at the scene through the window.

"Codename 'Tide Sound,' Level 1. Their area of ​​operation is the abandoned fourth warehouse area of ​​Shinagawa Port, on the seaward side." Nanami's tone was more cautious than usual.

"Its characteristics are water manipulation and sonic attacks. The underground pipes in the warehouse area are connected to the seawater, allowing it to move quickly using the pipe system. The two members sent out by Window did not return; they only sent back these photos."

Mashiro looked through the photos. The warehouse was flooded up to her ankles, and the walls were covered with dense cracks, as if they had been caused by something vibrating from the inside.

“Sound waves.” Mashiro repeated the word, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of the coffee cup.

“High-frequency vibrations can be amplified through water. Water control is not an attack but a medium.” Nanami took out a piece of paper, which was the analysis report of the window. “The attack range is about 30 meters in radius from it. Any object containing water will be resonated by the sound waves, including the human body.”

Mashiro put down the photo, picked up her latte, took a sip, and then put the cup down, the bottom of the cup tapping softly on the porcelain plate.

"The sign on the window says that the curse reaction has disappeared, not that death has been confirmed."

Nanami glanced at her: "The wording in the window's report is always conservative. But being missing for more than forty-eight hours is basically equivalent to a death sentence."

"That means they didn't find the body."

"Yes."

“Then we’ll count them as alive.” Mashiro stood up. “They might still be trapped somewhere. We’ll find out when we get there.”

Nanami didn't try to persuade her further. He had grown accustomed to the silver-haired girl's way of thinking; pessimism wasn't her thing.

He took a pair of special earplugs out of his briefcase and handed them to her: "These are to protect your ears. Wear these."

Mashiro took the earplugs and put them in her ears.

The world quieted down; unless you were very close, there was practically no sound.

The two walked out of the coffee shop. The air in Shinagawa was filled with a faint smell of the sea, which grew stronger as they walked south.

Mashiro followed behind Nanami, a few strands of her silver hair blowing in the sea breeze. She reached out and brushed them aside, her gaze sweeping over the rows of abandoned containers and rusty cranes along the roadside.

The warehouse district is located at the southernmost tip of Shinagawa Port, with four rows of warehouses built right by the sea.

The first and second rows are completely abandoned, with collapsed roofs and corroded and perforated iron sheets. The third row has just begun to be demolished, with sandbags and steel bars piled up.

Mashiro stood in front of Warehouse No. 4 and looked down at the puddles at her feet.

The water wasn't deep, but you could feel the fluctuations of the curse power spreading continuously; these were traces of the cursed spirit.

“It just passed by here.” She continued walking. “The water in the underground pipes is flowing, and it’s moving faster than it is on the surface.”

"So it already knows our location." Qi Hai drew his short sword, its blade coated with magical energy, reflecting a blinding white light in the midday sun. "Open the door."

Mashiro pushed open the iron door of the warehouse.

The door hinges emitted a sharp, grinding sound that echoed repeatedly inside the empty warehouse.

Deep inside the warehouse, a huge humanoid silhouette, about three meters tall, could be vaguely seen.

Its body resembles a translucent jellyfish, with murky liquid flowing inside. A horizontal slit is split at the head, which is its mouth.

"Trendy Sounds"

Sensing the intruder, Chaoyin let out a shrill roar, the sound reverberating and causing ripples on the water's surface.

Mashiro sensed the cursed power within the water ripples. She didn't intend to dodge, but instead focused her cursed power to resist the impending attack.

The water rippled against my calf, and my muscles felt like they were being pierced by countless needles at once. The vibration spread upwards along my blood vessels, and I felt a sudden loss of strength in my knee.

Nanami moved quickly between the steel frames of the warehouse, stepping on a broken beam to avoid the ripples in the water.

He frowned and looked down at Mashiro. The girl was standing still, the water already up to her thighs, her body trembling slightly in the water.

Mashiro instead took a few steps forward and began to fight back.

Click, click, click, the Dharma wheel above my head began to spin, and it spun faster with each ripple of water it absorbed.

"Again!" Mashiro drew her sword and charged at Shion.

The cursed spirit's mouth split wider, and the air inside the entire warehouse began to tremble.

Countless water droplets were shaken off the surface of the water and suspended in mid-air. Then, under the influence of the spell of the tide, they shot towards Mashiro.

Mashiro quickly swung her Rain of Rain, cutting off most of the water droplets, but hundreds of water droplets still hit her at the same time.

My clothes were instantly torn in countless places, and large red bruises appeared on my exposed skin. My eyelids felt heavy, my eardrums felt stuffy, and my internal organs were repeatedly squeezed by the resonant force.

She felt liquid churning in her throat, unable to tell if it was water or blood.

The Falun accelerated, and the crimson light in its pupils grew brighter and brighter.

She raised her right hand and pressed it against her chest, feeling her heart pounding in her chest cavity.