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

Mashiro sat next to Itajō, quietly eating her portion.

Yoshino Nagi glanced at her and then put two more pieces of fried chicken on her plate.

Mashiro said thank you without refusing.

"Where is Mr. Itadori from?"

“Sendai.” Itadori swallowed the food in his mouth. “I just moved to Tokyo last month and transferred to a school here.”

"And how about Zhenbai?"

“He came to Tokyo with me,” Mashiro said.

She didn't explain further about the difference between her surname and that of Itadori, and Yoshino Nagi didn't press the matter.

"Where are you staying now? Around here?"

"Hmm, not far from here." Mashiro scooped up a spoonful of curry and put it in her mouth.

Yoshino Nagi nodded and turned to look at Junpei, who was curled up in the corner of the sofa eating curry.

“Shunping has never been a very sociable child since elementary school. He changed classes several times in junior high but still didn’t make any friends. It was the same in high school.” Her tone wasn’t one of complaint, but rather one of wistfulness.

"So I was quite happy to see him sitting with you all by the river when I came back today."

Shunping buried his head in his rice and muttered softly, "Mom, why are you saying all this..."

"I'm not going to say anything more." Yoshino Nagi smiled and said, "Anyway, you guys should come visit often in the future. I'll make tonkatsu next time."

"Definitely!" Tiger Knott was already adding the third bowl.

After dinner, Itadori insisted on helping with the dishes, but Yoshino Nagi pushed him out of the kitchen.

Shunping took out three boxes of pudding from the refrigerator, one for each person.

While eating, Huzhang said, "This pudding is good, better than the one I bought at the convenience store in Gaozhuan last time."

Shunping glanced at him: "A vocational college? Which school?"

Itadori paused for a moment, looked at Mashiro, unsure if he could speak.

Mashiro looked into Junpei's eyes and said, "The Higher Specialized School of Cursed Arts is related to curses."

Shunping stiffened and remained silent.

Mashiro didn't intend to say anything more. After finishing her pudding, she stood up and said, "Yujin, let's go back."

"Are we going back already?" Yoshino Nagi asked, peeking out from the kitchen.

"Yes, I won't bother you any longer."

Yoshino Nagi saw the two to the door and stuffed two packets of instant curry seasoning into Mashiro's hand: "Just heat it up when you get home, it's better than convenience store bento boxes."

Mashiro looked down at the packet of ingredients in her hand, then put it in her pocket. "Thank you."

Huzhang waved to Shunping from the doorway: "Shunping, let's go see that motorcycle movie together another day! I'll watch the one you recommended too, and we can exchange our thoughts!"

Shunping stood in the entryway and nodded.

His answer was mostly muffled by the sound of the wind on the street, but his slight smile was clearly visible under the porch light.

The door closed. The living room fell silent again.

Yoshino Nagi began clearing away the dishes, the sound of running water coming from the kitchen.

Shunping stood motionless in the entryway, looking down at the three pairs of slippers that had just been taken off on the floor.

A pair of tiger-shaped ones and a pair of pure white ones were placed together with his.

His mother peeked out from the kitchen, glanced at him, and then smiled and retreated without saying a word.

Chapter 41 Fingers

At 9:30 p.m., the streetlights along the roadside began to light up one by one.

Itari and Mashiro, who were supposed to leave, appeared on the roof of Junpei's house.

Itachi lowered his voice and said, "Mashiro-nee, what's going on? Isn't Shunpei Masato's target? How come we got a free meal?"

Mashiro sat on the railing next to him, her feet dangling outside the railing and swinging gently.

Instead of answering Itajō's question first, she asked him, "What do you think of Yoshino Junpei?"

Itari laughed, scratched his head, and said, "That's quite interesting. It would be nice to be friends with you."

Mashiro nodded. "Now that he has the technique and is being targeted by a True Person, we need to send him to a high school for protection."

Itachi was taken aback. "So this is why we came here to freeload? What are we waiting for now?"

“Makoto values ​​this target highly; he’ll definitely do something.” Mashiro lay on the rooftop, her Akame eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. “So we’ll wait here.”

Tiger Staff suddenly sat up, "Then Shunping—"

Suddenly, Itadori felt a chill run down his spine. He could feel Sukuna's fingers, and the reaction was happening right in Shunpei's house!

Itachi suddenly sat up and grabbed Mashiro's wrist. "Mashiro-nee, did you feel it? Sukuna's fingers are at Junpei's house!"

Mashiro had already stood up, her crimson eyes shining brightly in the darkness. "Hmm, it seems the real ones are taking action. Use Sukuna's Finger to attract the cursed spirits to attack them!"

She glanced down from the edge of the rooftop and saw that the windows of the Yoshinoya on the fourth floor were open, emanating magical energy.

That was the stench of the cursed spirit, mixed with the chilling aura of the top-grade cursed artifact on Su Nuo's fingers.

“Master.” Itachi’s tone was flat when he said the name, but Mashiro could still hear the anger suppressed in his voice.

The sound of shattering glass came from downstairs, followed by Yoshino Nagi's scream.

Mashiro jumped off the roof, with Itadori following closely behind. The two landed one after the other on the air conditioner unit outside the fourth-floor window.

Mashiro kicked open the shattered window frame, and Murasaki appeared in her palm.

In the living room, Yoshino Nagi slumped down next to the sofa.

Before her stood a cursed spirit, one of its tentacles coiled around Sukuna's fingers on the coffee table, emanating a chilling aura, while its other tentacle reached out to grab Yoshino Nagi's face.

Mashiro moved first, silently emitting a spatial cutting motion, and her tentacles were severed at the root less than ten centimeters from Yoshino Nagi.

The cursed spirit let out a hiss, and black pus spurted from the severed wound, but Mashiro used her water control to freeze it, so it did not harm Yoshino Nagi.

Itachi rushed out from behind Mashiro and punched the center of the cursed spirit's body.

The cursed power exploded from the fist, blasting a hole through the cursed spirit's body.

But it didn't die; its gaping mouths opened simultaneously, emitting a piercing scream.

Too ordinary.

She is least afraid of sonic attacks.

Mashiro reached out, and high-frequency vibrations spread from her palm, colliding with the cursed spirit's scream in the air and canceling each other out.

The cursed spirit's multiple mouths closed simultaneously due to the backlash from its own sonic waves.

Tiger Staff seized the opportunity and punched through the cursed spirit's body again. The cursed spirit's body began to disintegrate, and black smoke escaped from between his fingers.

"mom!"

The living room lights suddenly turned on.

Shunping stood at the bedroom door, still wearing his pajamas.

His pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the cursed spirit turning into black smoke in the living room, at his mother slumped down beside the sofa, at the black residue still dripping from Itadori's fist, and at Mashiro standing on the windowsill with Murasame in her hand.

Cong Yu's blade gleamed with a cold, silvery light under the lamp.

"Junpei." Yoshino Nagi tried to stand up, her legs still trembling, and Itadori reached out to help her.

The last part of the cursed spirit dissipated in the black smoke.

Su Nuo's finger fell to the ground, still radiating magical energy.

Mashiro walked over and tossed it to Itajiki.

When Huzhang reached out to catch it, his hand suddenly opened like a mouth and swallowed his finger.

“This guy…” Itajō gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

Yoshino Nagi looked at Mashiro, then at Itajiki, and her lips moved slightly. "Who... exactly are you people?"

Mashiro pulled Murasame back into her palm and stood in front of Yoshino Nagi.

“A sorcerer,” she said. “Your son is just like us. Shunping, you can see that cursed spirit, can’t you?”

Shunping did not deny it; he saw it, of course he saw it.

He saw the cursed spirit trying to eat his mother, and they saved her.

Itadori helped Yoshino Nagi to sit down on the sofa, then walked over to Junpei's side.

He patted Shunping on the shoulder very gently.

“Shunping, come to the vocational college,” Huzhang said.

Shunping looked up at him.

“A school that specializes in training sorcerers,” Mashiro said. “Itadori is a student there. If you’d like to come, you can enroll directly and be in the same class as Itadori.”

She paused for a moment, then said, "Your mother will also be protected by the High Commissioner, and these cursed spirits will no longer have the chance to approach her."

Yoshino Nagi sat on the sofa, her hand still pressed against her chest, but her breathing had already calmed down.

She watched her son's retreating figure; the monster's tentacles had been less than ten centimeters from her face.

She saw those sharp spikes with her own eyes, and she also saw how Mashiro cut them in an instant.

"Can I learn how to control this power?" Shunping asked in a low voice.

“Yes,” Mashiro said. “And you have a great senior who is learning this.”

She glanced at Tiger Stick.

Itajimaru paused for a moment, then grinned, pointing his thumb to his chest. "Yes, I've been learning how to control my magical power lately. I can teach you!"

Shunping's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Yoshino Nagi slowly calmed down, stood up from the sofa, walked to Junpei, placed her hands on his shoulders, and looked into his eyes.