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

"You can arrange everything, but what should I do after I get the things?"

"Then retreat immediately." The enemy's retreat was swift and decisive, like a bird returning to its nest. ...

"The reverse method might only work once more on her." Zhenren held up a finger and shook it. "A third time definitely won't work."

"Once is enough. Hua Yu can disappear into the forest in just three seconds."

After thinking for a moment, Makoto grinned and said, "Alright, I don't want to fight Gojo Satoru anyway, I'll die."

"This exchange meeting isn't the final battle; it's preparation for Shibuya." He paused, looking at Masato and Rugo.

“Especially Kujo Mashiro. I only saw a part of her abilities during the last battle. I need to know all of her current spell reserves.”

"She will definitely take action as the field guard on the day of the exchange meeting, which will be the best opportunity for observation."

"Understood." Makoto emerged from the hot spring, changed into a new set of clothes, and said, "I'll wait for you in the forest tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you guys. I can't show my face in front of them yet."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Makoto finished dressing and stretched. "Speaking of which, what if I'm killed by Shinpaku before I even get to Hanamichi?"

"Hana-Gami's regeneration rate in the forest is three times faster than usual. Unless Kujo Mashiro can find its core before Hana-Gami completely disappears into the forest, it will not die. And Hana-Gami is better at escaping than you."

The skull was wielded, the punishment was severed, and the paper was returned to the body. The body was covered in silk, and the silk was piled high with silk. The silk was piled high with ...

The man listened intently, his eyes shining with excitement, and he nodded from time to time.

"Oh, this is good!"

......

There are only 2 days left until the sister school exchange competition.

Chapter 49 My Background (Fake)

The evening before the exchange meeting.

The training ground of the vocational college was still damp after being washed by water, reflecting the faint light of the setting sun.

Zenin Maki and Panda were doing their final practice with Inu-chan Thorn, the sound of wooden swords clashing echoing through the empty space.

Mashiro sat on the stone steps by the training field, the feathers covering her eyes tinged with a pale gold by the setting sun.

Gojo Satoru said he would return to the vocational high school in the afternoon, and after arriving, he would go to the underground training room first.

Mashiro didn't go over to wait for him; instead, she stayed at the training ground to watch the training. She would come to find him after he finished watching Itadori.

About an hour later, she sensed a familiar and massive source of magical power underground.

Half an hour later, Gojo Satoru strolled over from the corridor, holding a mango smoothie with cream stuck to the straw.

"Yujin's in good shape, he even used Black Flash." He sat down on the stone steps next to her, his long legs propped up on the next step. "You didn't tell me, you wanted to surprise me, didn't you?"

Mashiro's lips curled up slightly. "Not bad, right?"

"Not bad, not bad. Your control over your spell power has improved after using Black Flash. Yuujin is all smiles on the surface, but he's still holding a grudge inside."

"Yes, he's growing up very fast, beyond my expectations," Mashiro nodded and said.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head to look at her, his sunglasses sliding down a little from the bridge of his nose, revealing his unmistakable eyes.

His gaze lingered on her two pairs of wings for a few seconds, his six eyes gleaming behind his sunglasses.

"When Hui told me, I even imagined it, and it turned out even better than I expected." He pushed his sunglasses back up, his tone as frivolous as ever. "You mean it's a side effect of the procedure?"

Mashiro raised her hand to prop up her chin. "It was caused by the real person's technique, so as not to worry them."

“If there are any effects, you can ask Shoko to take a look.” Gojo Satoru turned around and said, “But it seems to have increased your perception as well; there’s cursed energy flowing on it.”

“Yes, I know.” Mashiro sighed softly, “The True Man used the reverse of the transformation of non-action to forcibly elicit the soul characteristics.”

"Characteristics of a soul?" A thoughtful look appeared in Gojo Satoru's eyes. "A normal soul wouldn't have such characteristics."

Mashiro glanced at him. Gojo Satoru didn't ask at first because of Itadori, and he didn't delve into it further because he trusted her to some extent.

Well, I'll tell you a little bit, but you can guess whether it's true or not.

“Normal souls don’t have these characteristics.” Mashiro paused for a moment before revealing the backstory she had prepared.

Although I'm not happy with the reputation of the Kujo family, there's nothing I can do about it.

"My soul is a combination of human and shikigami."

"A combination of a human and a shikigami?" Gojo Satoru was taken aback, looking at her in surprise.

Then, after thinking for a moment, his expression turned grim. "There were indeed related records before the Kujo family's decline, which means..."

Really? Then I feel at ease.

"The Kujo family's experiment, their last hope after all other options were exhausted." Mashiro nodded. "Although in the end, they couldn't save him, and I was the only one left."

"When did you combine with the shikigami?" Gojo Satoru asked after a moment of silence.

Mashiro thought for a moment and said, "The next second after I appear in this world."

Gojo Satoru fell silent. Mashiro glanced at him and could sense the burning anger within him.

Even though Mashiro didn't mean for him to do this, she sighed, took out a piece of candy that Kugizaki had given her, and threw it into Gojo Satoru's arms.

"I am very grateful to the Kujo family. Without them, I would not have my identity." Mashiro took out another one and put it in her mouth.

"Your future goal should be to prevent children in other families from experiencing what I'm talking about."

Gojo Satoru picked up the candy from his pocket, looked at it, smiled, and popped it into his mouth: "Yeah, I'll do that."

The two remained silent for a while, quietly eating the candy in their mouths.

“Gojo Satoru.” After a long pause, Mashiro spoke, her tone very serious, “There’s a high probability something will go wrong at the exchange meeting tomorrow.”

Gojo Satoru didn't respond immediately. He chewed the candy and ate it, then asked, "Why do you say that?"

“The timing of Masato’s actions last night was not accidental.” Mashiro raised his hand and held up one finger. “After Shunpei was admitted to the high school, he lost his target, and then he appeared after I left the high school. It was a planned ambush.”

She shook her finger and continued, "The fact that Louhu dared to come and kill us alone shows that they recognized the threat posed by Gojo Satoru, which is you, but they still came to attack."

“It’s obvious they’re gathering intelligence. The real person figured out the essence of my soul, Louhu probed your domain, and Huayu looked through all our spells that time. They’ve obtained some information with each contact.”

Mashiro lowered her hand and looked at Gojo Satoru.

"The exchange meeting was a public event, with all the teachers and students from the Kyoto and Tokyo campuses in attendance. The high school's protective barrier would have temporary gaps due to the large number of people coming and going. The higher-ups' attention was focused on the student confrontation. If I were them, I would have chosen this time to make my move."

After listening, Gojo Satoru remained silent for a while, then finished the shaved ice that was almost melted.

"What's the probability you're talking about?" he asked, his mouth still full of shaved ice, his words muffled.

"Seventy to eighty percent."

"That's quite high."

“They have no reason to miss this opportunity,” Mashiro nodded.

Not far away, five first and second graders were training intensely, and fluctuations of magical energy occasionally rippled over.

Gojo Satoru stood up, threw the empty cup into the trash can, and then sat down again.

This time he sat closer, lowering his voice so that the training area couldn't hear him.

What do you think they will do?

“First, we need a barrier to stop both of us from entering.” Mashiro stretched out her hands and drew a box in the air. “If you and I are both inside the high school, any frontal attack is pointless. But they can’t stop both of us at the same time, so they can only stop one.”

Gojo Satoru said without hesitation, "That should be me."

“You are the biggest variable. They will definitely try to keep you out, whether by using barriers or spells. As long as they can prevent you from entering the exchange venue, they can spend enough time on the students.” Mashiro paused. “As for me, they can also consider using a second barrier to stop me.”

"So there are two sets of accounts? One against me, and one against you."

Chapter 50 Intelligence

Mashiro thought about what he said.

"It might be different. The ones targeting you will be stronger, while those targeting me... they might not have time to prepare, but if they just want to stall me, it shouldn't be a problem."

Mashiro tapped her knee with her finger. "And now they should know I can learn other techniques, so they'll simplify the single, unchanging setup that's hindering me."

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses, revealing his fair complexion.

"How wide is your sensory range now?"

Mashiro thought for a moment, "It used to be around 300 meters, but after these wings appeared, it can reach around 450 meters."

She raised her hand and touched the wings on her head. "The fluctuations of cursed power, the traces of filth, and so on—the information I can sense now is much richer than before."

"Although we cannot yet distinguish every detail precisely, we can capture the general intensity and direction."

"So you started feeling something last night?"

"Yes, there are some very vague directions of magical energy flow, all converging near the high school," Mashiro said after a moment of silence.

This wasn't entirely a lie; she did indeed sense some unusual flow of magical energy.

Of course, she also knew that something bad was bound to happen at the exchange meeting, and this reason was sufficient to convince Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru pondered for about ten seconds.

What good would it do them to steal the fingers? To gain more magical power?

“The real person said they wanted to win over Sukuna.” Mashiro shook his head and said, “The finger is either a gift for Sukuna or a tool to create more threats. Just throw one into a crowd and it can trigger a rampage of cursed spirits.”

Gojo Satoru nodded; this analysis was pretty much what he had in mind.

"Besides the barrier between you and me, and stealing your finger, what other purpose do you have?"

“Let’s target the students,” Mashiro said. “The exchange meeting brings together the best students in the jutsu world. If we can wipe them all out, it will be an irreparable loss to the jutsu world.”

"Or at least inflict enough casualties to keep us busy; if even one student dies, the exchange is a failure."

Gojo Satoru put his sunglasses back on, stood up, and put his hands in his pockets.

"It's too late today. I'll go find the Night Moth first thing tomorrow morning. Add another layer of guard to the sealed vault, and test the stability of the barrier during periods of high traffic beforehand. Set up additional observation points around the meeting venue, and report any abnormalities directly to me and you."

He looked down at Mashiro. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Mashiro also stood up and dusted off her pants.