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

She knew what she should do. As a transmigrator who knew the plot, following the development of the plot was the safest choice.

Itadori dies once, forms a bond with Sukuna, and then revives. This way, she can control Sukuna's method of changing bodies.

If the plot were to change here, what other methods would Su Nuo use? (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial question.)

She couldn't bear the consequences.

But there was another voice in my heart.

That was a promise she made to the elderly man at Sendai Hospital: to ensure Hisahito Itadori's survival.

That was her hand outstretched to Hu Zhang under the streetlight, telling him he wasn't alone.

That was the boy's face on the rooftop who was kicked twice but still smiled brightly; that was the aroma of sukiyaki wafting from her new home on the first day she moved; that was the bento box she received in the entryway every morning.

Now that she knows the juvenile detention center is a deadly trap set for Itadori Hisahito, should she just let things take their course?

Mashiro clenched her teeth.

If Itari dies in the juvenile detention center this time, what will her previous promises mean? Just empty words? How will she ever face him again?

But if she saves Itadori this time and the bondage of Sukuna is not formed, then who will bear the consequences of future uncertainties?

Two voices were locked in a fierce struggle in her mind, neither willing to yield.

She remembered the morning when Japanese knotweed brought her breakfast.

The boy stood at the door, handing her the lunchbox while saying he'd save her dinner for the night. His smile was exactly the same as the one she'd first seen at the dessert shop, showing his unwavering trust in her.

She simply nodded.

Mashiro took a deep breath and accelerated forward.

"Following the plot is the right thing to do, but I don't want him to die," she told herself. "This isn't my thought as a time traveler, but it's my responsibility as his sister."

He exerted force with his feet, channeling his magical power into his legs, and increased his speed by another level.

"Yuji Itadori, you better hold on!"

……

Su Nuo delivered an elbow strike, hitting the Nue carrying Fu Heifei. Both the man and the bird were knocked to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Cough, let's undo it before it gets destroyed." Fushiguro Megumi stroked Nue's head and dispelled the spell.

Su Nuo landed in front of him, saying, "You've gambled your life on something meaningless."

Fushiguro sighed, barely managed to stand up, and made a gesture.

"Burube, Yura Yura, eight grips——"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened, and the curse marks on Su Nuo's body gradually disappeared.

Hisahito Itadori pushed him down.

“I am not a champion of justice, but a sorcerer.” Fushiguro Megumi slowly lowered her hand. “I have never regretted saving you.”

"Is that so?" Itadori smiled slightly. "Fukuguro is very clever; he's definitely thinking more than I have."

He scratched his head. "Although you are right, I don't think I did anything wrong."

"Someone taught me to help others, and someone else taught me how precious life is."

"It seems like the time is almost up. Ah, I was thinking that I could protect her in the future."

He looked at Fu Hei with a pleading look in his eyes: "Take care of her for me, don't let her be too sad."

"You all should live a long life."

After saying that, he collapsed to the ground and fell silent.

Fushiguro Megumi clenched her fists and looked up in anguish. "Damn it, how am I supposed to tell her this?"

The next second, Fukuro felt a familiar fluctuation of cursed power.

It's Teacher Gojo!

Wu Tiao Wu landed, and the pebbles bounced off his feet.

Fushiguro Megumi quickly stepped forward, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion, "Gojo-sensei... Itadori-him."

He couldn't continue.

Gojo Satoru didn't answer. He walked over to Itadori, squatted down, took off his blindfold, and looked down at it for a long time.

The boy still had a faint smile on his face.

Gojo Satoru reached out and gently wiped the blood off Itadori's face with his thumb.

"Fu Hei".

"……Yes."

"You did your best."

Fukuro kept his head down, not letting Gojo see his expression. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he was swallowing his emotions.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's my fault. He told me to take Kugizaki away, and I did. He's left here all alone..."

"That's enough." Gojo Satoru's tone wasn't angry with him, which only made Fushiguro feel worse.

He placed his hand on Fu Hei's head and pressed down lightly.

Where's Kugizaki?

"I've already had Mr. Ijichi drive it back."

"Okay." Gojo Satoru stood up, put his blindfold back on, and hoisted the two people onto his shoulders. "Let's go back first."

......

The lights in the treatment room were blindingly bright.

Gojo Satoru gently laid Itachi's body flat on the platform.

The boy's body was already cold; the hole in his chest was temporarily sealed with a magical filling, but everyone knew it was just a formality.

Without a heart, a person cannot live.

He stepped back and sat back down in his chair.

Kiyotaka Ichichi stood at the door, his face looking worse than usual.

Gojo Satoru exhaled and said, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" Ijichi's voice trembled.

"The opponent is a Special Grade, and they even sent a first-year student." Gojo Satoru's voice was calm. "If Mashiro hadn't called me, I wouldn't even have known."

"But I didn't know it would become a special-grade item when I went there..."

“Finding the criminals is troublesome,” Gojo Satoru’s voice was filled with murderous intent. “Why don’t we just kill all those bastards up there?”

Ichiji held his breath, not daring to say another word.

At that moment, Shoko Ieiri came in. "It's rare to see you so emotional. You seem to care about this child a lot?"

"I've always been a good teacher," Gojo Satoru said, regaining his composure upon seeing a familiar face. "Who issued the mission notification?"

“I checked,” Ijichi said, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened the tablet. “The issuance record shows it was from the Spellcasting Specialist Affairs Division, but the process log was overwritten six hours after the task was assigned. The physically archived files were taken away this morning, and the signature field was left blank.”

"In other words, there are no names on the paper."

"Yes, the only trace is an automatic dispatch instruction in the electronic system that does not require an approver; technically anyone can do it."

Gojo Satoru remained silent.

Anyone can do it. From the rules, it's spotless and without any loopholes. The cleanest way is to never leave behind anyone who signs, only the orders that must be executed.

The higher-ups don't need to sign their names; they just need to make sure that Gojo Satoru isn't in Tokyo, Mashiro isn't with Itadori, and then deliver the mission to the juvenile detention center on time.

"Is this the vessel for Sukuna?" Ieiri Shoko asked, looking at the Japanese knot lying on the bed. "Can I dissect it at will?"

"Do a good job, I still need to report back to his sister," Gojo Satoru nodded and said.

"Of course I'll do my job well. Who do you think you're talking to?"

Gojo Satoru gradually relaxed. With Shoko around, there might still be a way.

"What about Fukuro?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"In the corridor, he said he wanted to wait for Ms. Mashiro to arrive before leaving."

"Let him in."

Ichiji responded and went to call Fukuro Megumi.

When Fushiguro Megumi walked in, the wound on her shoulder had just been bandaged, and a small patch of dark red blood seeped out from under the bandage.

He stood by the door, not approaching the treatment table, his expression even colder and stiffer than usual. His gaze fell on Itadori, who was being examined by Ieiri Shoko, before quickly shifting away.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the wall: "How's Kugizaki?"

“Concussion, two broken ribs, should recover in three to four days.” Fuhei’s voice was hoarse. He paused for a moment, “Itadori… asked me to pass on one last message.”

Gojo Satoru looked up at him.

“Take care of her for him.” Fukuguro Megumi repeated his last words, without specifying a subject, but everyone knew who he was referring to. “He said, don’t let her be too sad.”

Gojo Satoru looked at Fushiguro Megumi, his right hand gripping the hem of his uniform tightly with his knuckles.

It wasn't just sadness, but also anger—anger at one's own powerlessness.

“The three of you went on the mission together, and he chose to stay behind to cover the rear,” Gojo Satoru said. “This is not your dereliction of duty, Fushiguro; it was his choice.”

Fu Hei simply lowered his head and did not answer.

He understands, but how can he accept it?

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, quick and hurried, stopping at the door of the treatment room.

"Clang."

The door slammed against the wall as it was pushed open, making a dull thud, and everyone in the treatment room looked over.

Mashiro stood at the door, her silver hair plastered messily to her cheeks, her tracksuit still bearing traces of corrosion left by Saitama's mission. Her breathing was rapid but gradually calmed down, the rise and fall of her chest becoming smaller and smaller.

It's obvious they rushed here.