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

Maki slung the wooden sword over her shoulder and looked in Mashiro's direction.

"Is this the special advisor?" She walked over and scanned Mashiro from head to toe in just a couple of steps.

Silver hair, wings obscuring her eyes, and a height barely reaching her shoulder. "My name is Zenin Maki. You must be Kujou Mashiro?"

"Yes, Ms. Maki."

Maki looked at Mashiro, who didn't call her by her surname, with some surprise, and her affection for her increased.

She nodded, looking at the pure white wings, and said softly, "They are indeed very cute."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Maki gently tapped her shoulder with the back of her wooden sword. "Gojo Satoru said you're pretty good at fighting. Level 1?"

"almost."

What does "more or less" mean?

"Stronger than level one, but a little weaker than level one," Mashiro said calmly. "It's in the middle."

Maki raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the panda.

The panda has come over, its furry paws folded in front of its chest, its round black eye circles scrutinizing Shiro from head to toe.

“I’m a second-year panda.” His tone was gentle. “I heard you exorcised a near-Special Grade panda all by yourself.”

"I was lucky."

“Just say you have the strength.” Maki planted the wooden sword on the ground and leaned against the hilt. “There’s no need for modesty here.”

"Yes, the exorcism was very easy."

Maki's lips twitched slightly; she really did change her mind quickly. "Okay, so what brings you here today?"

"Look at your training."

“You can watch.” Maki turned and walked towards the center of the training field, then added back, “But if you’re going to give advice, don’t just say nice things, especially to the two of them.”

She gestured with her chin toward Fushiguro and Kugizaki.

Mashiro sat down on the stone steps by the field and watched them train.

Kugizaki walked back to the center of the training field and picked up the wooden sword from the ground.

"Maki-senpai, one more round."

Maki raised an eyebrow. "Your ribs don't hurt anymore?"

"I'll bear the pain; the exchange meeting is in the next few days."

"Tsk, it's good to be motivated." Maki got into position. "Come on."

The wooden swords clashed again, and Kugizaki's movements were even more forceful than before, each strike carrying his body weight as he slammed inwards. Maki had to take two steps back to regain her balance.

Panda, standing on the sidelines, shook his head and said, "Kugizaki is so fierce today," and Dog Roll nodded in agreement, "Salmon."

The sound of wooden swords echoed in the center of the training field.

Fukuro also walked towards the training ground. As he passed by Panda, Panda patted him on the shoulder and said something, but he couldn't hear it because he was too far away.

Kugizaki and Maki's sparring continues.

Dog Roll suddenly stood up and walked towards Mashiro. He stopped in front of Mashiro, pulled down his collar a little, revealing his mouth.

"Seaweed." He pointed to the stone steps beside him, indicating whether he could sit down.

Mashiro nodded.

Dog Roll sat down, took out a throat lozenge from his pocket, and handed it to Mashiro.

Mashiro took it, unwrapped the candy, and put it in her mouth. It tasted like honey lemon.

“Tuna mayonnaise,” Dogroll said, as if making an important comment.

"Mm," Mashiro replied.

Although she didn't understand, the general meaning was good.

Soon she stood up and left the training field.

My phone vibrated as I walked out of the school gate; it was a LINE message from Gojo Satoru.

"Gojo Satoru": I'm arriving in Tokyo tomorrow afternoon. The exchange meeting starts the day after tomorrow. How are Hisahito's preparations going?

"Mashiro": He said he'd practice one more day today.

"Wutiao Wu": Okay, I'll go to the underground to inspect it tomorrow.

"Gojo Satoru": By the way, I heard about your new look.

"Mashiro": Who told you that?

"Gojo Satoru": Fushiguro said you have two pairs of wings on your head. Do you know how he described it?

"Mashiro": I don't know.

"Gojo Satoru": Although having wings on your head is a bit weird, you're still pretty cute.

Mashiro stared at the screen for a moment, then put her phone back in her pocket.

Fukuro Megumi, you talk too much. I'll give you a good beating next time.

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Chapter 48 Plan

At the hot spring deep in the mountains, the fleeing man quickly arrived and jumped into the hot spring.

"Wow! He's alive..." The real person was soaking in the hot spring, occasionally swimming around.

The bearded man, with his head bowed, looked at the difficult situation and said, "I hope you will not forget me." He then proceeded to investigate the matter.

"Isn't this Louhu? You're awake?" The real person greeted him with a smile. "It's quite comfortable here, and no one comes to disturb us."

Although Louhu was unhappy with his frivolous behavior, they had risked their lives to save her after all, so she snorted and ignored him.

"Master, you've expended quite a bit of energy too." (This is a quote from a Chinese writer, likely a pseudonym.)

"Ah, we've been discovered?" The real person switched to a backstroke position. "Those two siblings and Su Nuo are my natural enemies."

"So?" (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

"Hmm, she's definitely not human." A childlike smile appeared on the real person's face. "Her soul is a fusion of a sorcerer and a shikigami."

"After I used the reverse method to draw out the thing inside, she grew four wings on her head."

"Wings?" The man in the photo looked at the woman with a puzzled expression. He then turned to the woman with a strange, inexplicable expression.

"Yes! Small, white, and with feathers." The real person gestured with his hand near his ear, and then used the power of non-action to grow an identical one behind his own ear.

"It grows from behind the ear. I've never seen that kind of structure before. It's so beautiful."

What was her reaction at the time?

"She can't move, but she doesn't seem to be badly hurt." The real person tilted their head. "After the essence of the shikigami was forcibly pulled out, she froze completely and couldn't even hold her sword."

"That means the reverse method works on her." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"It should only work the first time, right?" Makoto leaned against the rock at the edge of the hot spring, supporting himself with his hands behind his back. "The second time might not be very useful, or even ineffective. That's my feeling."

"The second time was ineffective? Could it be..." (The rest of the text appears to be a fragment and doesn't form a coherent sentence or paragraph.)

"What did Xia You think of?"

"Ah, no, I was just thinking about what kind of shikigami she is." The spirit occupying Xia Youjie's body...

“Yes, although I have learned how to expand the domain.” Zhenren counted on her fingers one by one, “her sword has a special attack against cursed spirits, can imitate spells, and has very high physical fitness.”

He tilted his head at an exaggerated angle.

"It's a perfect way to control me, but that's what makes it interesting."

The wine was slender and the swan stood tall, the chlorine was condensed and the joy was lingered.

"What about the container for the Su Nuo ritual?" (This is a question posed by a user named Liang Chan.)

"That pink-haired one?" The real man's expression became subtle. He raised his hand and pressed his chest, where the wound from when the black flash pierced his soul core had not yet fully healed.

"He could touch my soul, not with magic, but with a normal punch. In the end, he even unleashed a black flash, which pierced through my soul."

"Black Flash?" The sacral magpie cleaved, its head held high, and a strange, unseen light flashed. The light seemed to pierce through the air, leaving only a faint, indistinct glint in the sky.

"Because he has Su Nuo in his body." The real man shrugged indifferently. "He senses the outline of the King of Curses' soul every day, so it's only natural."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent meaning. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

“Louhu will miss the exchange meeting,” he said. “Hanayu’s severed arm has been repaired, but in its current state, its chances of winning against Kujo Mashiro are not high.”

"Then should we give up the exchange meeting?"

"Of course, we won't give up." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

Lou Hu listened and slowly said, "You still intend to carry out your plan?"

The real person swam to Louhu's side, looked at it and said, "Louhu, I just came into contact with Su Nuo, and he definitely has that value."

"Collect all the fingers and offer them to Su Nuo?" It smiled faintly. "In the end, we'll all be wiped out, right?"

“Oh, you know that?” Makoto scratched his head and said, “Indeed, Sukuna will definitely kill us.”

Louhu pondered for a moment and said, "Alright then, even if I'm the one laughing a hundred years from now, it doesn't have to be me, as long as it's a cursed world."

"So it's settled then?" (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Do we need to take back his fingers? Will the vocational college feed him too?" Louhu asked doubtfully.

"No, no, Gao Zhuan doesn't know how many fingers he'll eat before he loses control, so he'll definitely collect all the fingers before letting him eat them."

"Then how do we hack in?" the real person chimed in.

“I already have arrangements, which is why I asked you to have that finger retrieved by the college. Even though it was eaten, it doesn’t matter.”