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

Tiger Rod looked at the hand that had passed through the sandbag and came to his senses. He had used too much of his magical power just now.

“Don’t rush things, Yuujin.” Gojo Satoru shook his head, stood up and gently patted his shoulder. “This is not only training your self-control, but also training your character.”

Huzhang nodded, took a deep breath, picked up the water bottle, and drank half of it.

"Okay, teacher, I'll take a break."

“Well, I’d like to mention something.” Gojo Satoru held up one finger. “The sister school exchange competition is starting in a few days.”

"Am I not allowed to participate?" Hadji asked, looking up.

"No, no, no, I have no intention of taking away the youth of young people." Gojo Satoru leaned back. "You'd better show your skills in the exchange battle."

Itadori's voice held a hint of doubt: "But didn't I tell everyone he was dead?"

“Yeah, so the exchange battle is the perfect stage for your resurrection, isn’t it?” Gojo Satoru said exaggeratedly. “Let those guys who thought you were dead show their surprised expressions!”

"Oh! It's on fire!" Itachi responded in an exaggerated tone.

"As expected, Hisahito, you're still a bit of a chuunibyou, aren't you?"

"Wasn't it you, Gojo-sensei, who started this?!"

"Haha, it seems so." Gojo Satoru stood up and walked towards the exit. "Good luck these next few days. I have something to do, but I'll come see you in a couple of days."

"Oh!"

Gojo Satoru nodded, left the basement, and closed the door.

Soon, he heard a series of impacts coming from below.

Gojo nodded in satisfaction.

Hmm, he's very motivated. It seems this crisis is also a valuable experience for him.

Keep going! The day you are resurrected will also be the day some people lose their lives.

A cold glint flashed in Gojo Satoru's eyes. He took out his phone, put it away, and dialed Mashiro's number.

"It's been confirmed; these individuals participated in the operation—"

......

Zenin Maki walked across the training ground carrying her spell tools, and her gaze swept across the area, spotting two figures practicing there.

"Isn't this Fushiguro?" Maki was about to go up and say hello when she saw them clearly. One of them had bandages wrapped around his head, and the other could barely walk.

What are those two patients, whose injuries haven't healed, doing there?

Maki was furious and was about to go over and send them back to rest when Panda stopped her.

"Maki, Maki, didn't you know?" he whispered, leaning closer. "During the mission a couple of days ago, a first-year boy died!"

Dog Roll nodded, "Salmon!"

Maki was silent for a moment, then sighed, "But we can't let these two patients continue training."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, I'll go tell them."

"Maki, so brave."

Tuna mayonnaise.

A panda and a human hid behind a tree, watching Maki pass by and whispering among themselves.

Maki's forehead veins were bulging, and she muttered to herself, "Those two are just watching the show, I'll deal with them later."

"Hey, Hui, if you're injured, go and recover properly. Don't collapse here. And that girl, you too."

The two people on the training field stopped what they were doing.

Kugizaki glanced at Maki and the two people lurking behind Itsuki, and whispered to Fushiguro Megumi, "Who are these people?"

"Second-year senior, Zen academy senior, spell tool user."

"Senior Dog Roll, Spellcaster."

"And there's also the panda senior."

Kugizaki's eyes widened when she heard "panda," but before she could speak, Fushiguro Megumi added.

"There is also a senior named Yi Gu, who is someone I can respect without reservation, but he is currently overseas."

Zenin Maki nodded, then said, "Thank you for introducing us, but could you two go back and rest?"

"The Kyoto sister school exchange meeting is coming up soon, and you two will be participating. Get your injuries healed quickly these next few days, and then we'll give you special training."

Having heard about the exchange meeting from Gojo-sensei before, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki exchanged a glance.

Can training and communication make us stronger?

"If it's meaningless, I'll quit."

Panda and Dog Roll also stepped forward, saying, "You'll get stronger."

......

At night, Mashiro and Gojo Satoru got into Ijichi's car. They were going to investigate the server problem at the window and make a final confirmation.

Only Gojo Satoru was talking on the bus. "Oh my, this brand of pudding is really delicious. Mashiro-chan, would you like one?"

Mashiro sat beside him, her anger blazing inside.

For half an hour, that white-haired bastard next to me didn't stop talking.

Enough is enough!

"Gojo Satoru, if you don't shut your mouth—"

Before he could finish speaking, his heart tightened suddenly. There was a top-level being nearby. This kind of curse power was a curse spirit!

"Oh dear, it seems we have some guests," Gojo Satoru said casually. "Ichichi, stop the car."

After the car came to a complete stop, Mashiro and Gojo Satoru got out.

Mashiro closed the car door and said to Ijichi, "Mr. Ijichi, you can go now. I'll call you later when it's over."

Ichi wiped the cold sweat from his brow, nodded, and quickly fled the scene.

Gojo Satoru looked at the short guy beside him who had already drawn Murasame and said, "Mashiro-kun, aren't you leaving? Your opponent is pretty strong."

Louhu will open a domain during battle, which is a good opportunity to learn the domain.

Moreover, if you can get used to it a little bit in this battle, it will be much easier to fight later.

But Mashiro wouldn't reply to Gojo Satoru like that; she hadn't even vented her anger yet.

Mashiro turned to look at him, a cute but malicious smile on her face, as she retaliated against the psychological abuse he had inflicted on her in the car earlier.

"Isn't this all there for me? You'll protect me, right? The strongest in the modern world."

Gojo Satoru shivered, his voice trembling, "Ahaha, of course, hahaha..."

Mashiro's smile faded, and she glanced at Gojo Satoru with disdain: "You can't stand it if I'm gentle with you."

"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about gentleness?"

"You two, don't ignore me!"

Louhu let out a loud roar and leaped down, landing in front of them.

A pungent sulfur smell wafted over, and Mashiro frowned, waving her little hand lightly in front of her nose. "It stinks."

"what?!"

"Hey, you've made our special advisor stink. Can you hurry up and leave?" Gojo Satoru waved his hand lightly, and the unpleasant smell was instantly swept away. "Otherwise, you won't be able to leave."

"How dare you underestimate me!" Louhu shouted, "Fireworm!"

Countless red insects rushed towards Gojo Satoru, but were blocked in front of him by the unscrupulous technique and could not advance even an inch.

But suddenly the insects vibrated their wings violently, making a loud noise.

Lou Hu's lips curled up, and he was about to burst into laughter. "Haha...ga?"

The insects continued to flap their wings, but they couldn't make a sound.

"Sound waves?" Mashiro raised her eyes, looking at it strangely. "Don't you do any research before you launch a sneak attack?"

“If you look down on me,” she raised her hand slightly, and a violent wave of sound crashed towards Louhu, “this kind of thing will happen again.”

Louhu used his hands to block the attack, but was pushed back three meters.

Is this the third condition Xia Youjie mentioned?

Louhu looked at the brat who clapped his hands up and down on the spot, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Indeed, this child must not be allowed to live!"

The fireball rapidly expanded in Louhu's palm, growing from the size of a fist to the thickness of an arm.

The surrounding trees began to spontaneously combust, the air distorted into heat waves, and the asphalt road surface began to soften and bubble.

"The Ultimate Chapter—"

Louhu's single eye suddenly opened wide, and flames shot out from its eye socket.

His magical power reached its peak at that moment, illuminating the entire mountain path as if it were daytime.

"fall from the sky!"

A massive fire engulfed everything in front of him. Louhu, panting heavily, turned back triumphantly, awaiting the explosion behind him.

"Is that all you've got?" it said casually as it walked away. "Let your deaths spread the message of true power and truth."

"Is this all you've done?"

A listless voice came from the smoke behind them.

Louhu turned around abruptly and saw the two unharmed people, his mouth agape in surprise.

"Oh dear, seeing how surprised you are, shall I teach you?" Gojo Satoru walked up to Louhu and extended his right hand. "Extend your hand."

Louhu watched him warily, then slowly moved her hand closer, but when she was only a certain distance from Gojo Satoru's hand, she couldn't get any closer no matter what she did.

"What—?" Louhu's eyes widened.

"It's not that it stops, it's that the closer you get to me, the slower it goes." Gojo Satoru took a step closer and touched Louko's hand. "It's okay to hold your hand like this."