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

She lowered her head and let the hot water run directly onto the back of her neck, the wound behind her ear feeling slightly itchy as it was washed away.

The remaining bloodstains were washed away, flowing onto the white tiles where their color faded and eventually disappeared.

She braced her hands against the wall, closed her eyes, and stood there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the water washing over her body; the sound of water filled the entire bathroom.

After acquiring the water control technique, she grew to love it more and more.

Then she squeezed out some shower gel, lathered it in her palms, and started applying it to her arms.

The foam slid down her fair arm and dripped onto the ground.

She rinsed off the foam. Washing her hair was a bit of a hassle, so she carefully combed it with her fingers in the direction of the feathers.

The texture is similar to touching hair, but more sensitive; a slight tingling sensation occurs when the fingertips touch the base of the feathers.

She took the showerhead off to rinse the foam off her head. After the hot water rinsed over her body, the white foam slid off, revealing her skin underneath, which was slightly pink from the hot water.

A few water droplets still clung to her collarbone, trembling gently with her breath.

After taking a shower, she turned off the water and stood in the dissipating steam, shaking her head.

The water in her hair and body was drawn out by a water control technique, gathering into a fist-sized water ball in her palm, which she casually tossed into the sink, restoring her silver hair to its fluffy and dry state.

Then she put on her underwear and dark gray shorts, the edges of which just covered half of her thighs.

Then she put on a loose white T-shirt and slipped it on.

It covered her fair waist and half of her legs, revealing straight and slender calves.

She threw her dirty clothes into the laundry basket, hung the towels on the rack, and then opened the bathroom door.

Cold air crept in through the crack in the door, and the feathers contracted slightly in response to the cold air.

With her fluffy silver hair cascading over her shoulders, Mashiro quietly walked into the kitchen and peered inside.

The sizzling sound of chicken hitting the pan in the kitchen mingled with the savory aroma of seasonings.

Huzhang stood with his back to her in front of the stove, the straps of his apron tied in a bow at his waist.

He was using long chopsticks to stir the shredded chicken in the pan, while the pan for stir-frying vegetables was also steaming.

Are you using two pots at the same time?

Yujin, I underestimated you. You actually have such advanced skills!

She's getting a little too excited right now.

"Sister Mashiro, the noodles are almost ready." He didn't turn around, but he still knew she was there.

"Oh."

Not having scared him, Mashiro left the kitchen somewhat dejectedly, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and hugged a cushion to her chest.

Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were already set on the coffee table, and soon two large bowls of shredded chicken noodles, a plate of stir-fried greens, and a small dish of strawberries were brought out.

The broth of the shredded chicken noodles is very flavorful, and the chicken is finely chopped, yet you can taste the aroma of stir-frying it.

Huzhang took off his apron and sat down opposite her, smiling gently as he watched her eagerly eating.

Instead of saying "I'm going to eat" as is customary in Japan, the two quickly began eating their breakfast.

Unlike last time when she ate dessert slowly, Mashiro was genuinely hungry after a whole night of fussing.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

She quickly devoured her food, which surprised Huzhang slightly.

He had already figured out that Zhenbai ate a lot, so he filled her bowl to the brim!

Mashiro finished all the noodles and drank the last sip of soup before putting down her chopsticks.

Coming to his senses, Huzhang quickly finished eating, took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash them, and then sat back down on the sofa.

He's going back to the underground training room this afternoon to continue training, but he has one more question before he leaves.

“Sister Mashiro,” he said.

"Hmm?" Mashiro leaned back on the sofa, slowly rubbing her smooth belly to help her digest.

"Will it hurt if I touch those wings?"

"It doesn't hurt, but I can feel a little bit, like touching my hair."

"Can I touch it?" Itadori hesitated for a few seconds before finally asking.

Mashiro remained silent for a moment, then sighed as she looked at Itajimaru's curious expression.

"...Whatever you want."

Huzhang stood up and walked around to sit on the sofa next to her.

He reached out and lightly touched the edge of the wings covering his eyes with his index finger.

"It's a little itchy," Mashiro said, suppressing the urge to move away.

The feather trembled slightly under his fingertips, feeling similar to the wings of a real bird, but finer and softer.

He touched the pair on the side of his face again; those were smaller, and the downy feathers at the tips of the feathers were so soft they were almost imperceptible as they brushed against his fingertips.

"It's very soft, and the color is the same as your hair." He withdrew his hand. "So you can't take it back, right?"

"Another inch."

Itarō stood up and picked up his tracksuit jacket from the sofa armrest. "I'll head back to the basement training room now. The exchange match is in a couple of days, so I'll train for a few more days."

"Yeah, make sure Kugizaki and Fushiguro don't see us."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to seeing how surprised they are."

Huzhang nodded, walked to the entrance to change his shoes, and glanced back at her as he opened the door.

The silver-haired girl nestled on the sofa, her eye-covering wings drooping down to obscure her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Mashiro-nee, get some rest."

The door closed gently.

Mashiro sat on the sofa for a while, then lay down and curled up into a ball.

She buried her face in the cushion, her silver hair spread out, and her wings twitched slightly.

Mashiro fell asleep quickly.

Chapter 47 Exercises

Mashiro woke up in the afternoon.

She had been curled up on the sofa for too long, and her neck was a little stiff.

When I looked up, my ear twitched. The sensation was more sensitive than in the morning, probably because I had just woken up.

She sat up and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor.

"Hmm~"

She stretched and then couldn't find her slippers.

I sighed and went barefoot to the bathroom to wash my face.

The girl in the mirror looked much better than in the morning. Upon inspection, the skin at the base of her wings behind her ears was no different from the surrounding skin.

She changed her clothes into a black long-sleeved sweatshirt, the kind with tight cuffs and a zipper that could be pulled up to the stand-up collar.

Before leaving, I put a baseball cap on my head, pulling the brim down low, with the wings that covered my eyes peeking out from under the brim.

She tried to tuck the wings inside the brim of her hat, but it didn't work; the wings pushed the hat up and made it even more noticeable.

Never mind, I'm going out.

There weren't many people on the streets in the afternoon. As Mashiro walked towards the vocational high school, two elementary school students stared at the wings on her head for a long time.

Mashiro sighed, quickened her pace, and arrived at the high school in a blur.

On the training field of the vocational college, the sun made the grass scorching hot.

As Mashiro approached, she could hear the sounds of wooden swords clashing and fists pounding against flesh from afar.

In the center of the training field, Zenin Maki's short hair was stuck to her face with sweat, and a wooden sword was held against Fushiguro's left arm.

She used her foot to make a half-circle on the sand to deflect the force, then flipped her wooden sword and slashed horizontally. Fu Hei jumped back to dodge and counterattacked with the long stick in her hand.

Nearby, Panda and Kugizaki Nobara were also engaged in close combat.

After several days of practice, Kugizaki's close-quarters combat skills have improved significantly.

At least she was able to dodge the panda's attacks and try to fight back, which is quite rare for a ranged mage like her.

When Mashiro entered the training ground, the first person to notice her was Tamaguro.

It came to Shiro's feet and gently rubbed against her trouser leg.

Mashiro crouched down and patted the dog's head.

Sensing Tamaki's condition, Fushiguro Megumi moved away from Maki and looked over in their direction.

His gaze lingered on Shiro's wings.

Fushiguro Megumi twitched the corner of her mouth. Had she learned something strange again?

"There's a flaw!"

Maki smirked, and instead of pausing, she quickly approached Fushiguro Megumi and struck him on the head.

Fushiguro Megumi took two steps back, staring at Maki with deadpan eyes, but in the end, she gave up.

"Sister Mashiro." He walked over and nodded to her.

Kugizaki heard this and turned around to see Mashiro. The cursed nail in his hand dissipated. "Mashiro! What's that on your head? Another new spell?"

“Wings.” Mashiro approached. “Just consider them a side effect of the technique.”

Kugizaki circled around her curiously, observing her closely: "Can't you see this?"

"It does not affect visibility."

"Oh, that's not bad." Kugizaki nodded, stroking his chin. "I have to admit, you're cuter now."