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

The girl named Miwa Kasumi looked quite frightened by Mashiro.

What an honest child.

“Then I’ll ask another question.” Maki looked her over. “You don’t want to kill Tiger Doll, do you?”

Miwa Kasumi nodded vigorously, took a few deep breaths, and her complexion gradually returned to normal.

"Then why are you still fighting?" Maki said. "If you don't want to kill anyone, and you don't want to carry out any of that damn high-level plan, then what are you doing here with a sword?"

Miwa Kasumi remained silent for a moment, the tip of her knife still pointed at Maki, but she wasn't as tense.

Then she said, "I want to win the exchange meeting."

"why?"

"This way, there's a chance to be recommended as a higher-level sorcerer."

"Why is this again?"

Miwa Kasumi took a deep breath and raised the tip of her knife slightly to bolster her courage.

“Because we are very poor, and I have two younger brothers,” she said frankly. “Higher-level sorcerers are paid more and receive more mission bonuses.”

“I don’t earn enough money right now. My younger brothers need to go to school, and my house in my hometown is leaking and hasn’t been fixed yet, so I need to win.”

Maki looked at her for a moment. Miwa Kasumi held the knife in both hands, her fingers turning slightly white from the force.

Her posture is perfect, her stance is stable, and her swordsmanship is solid. She didn't get to where she is today by relying on a little bit of cleverness.

But this little bit of stuff is nothing compared to what a Level One being can offer, let alone something far more powerful.

Maki twirled the spear halfway around, switching from one hand to two. "I understand, but I won't hold back."

Seeing Maki's posture as she prepared to attack, Miwa Kasumi tensed up again.

"No problem, I'm not telling you this because I want you to go easy on me."

Maki smiled slightly and rushed over quickly.

Miwa Kasumi didn't even see her movement clearly. When the spear slashed horizontally, Miwa Kasumi barely managed to block it with her sword. The moment the spear blade collided with the sword, her hand went numb, and the shock went from her wrist to her shoulder.

Another blow!

Miwa Kasumi reacted quickly; as the spear slashed down from above, she raised her sword to parry.

The gun blade struck the knife, causing her knees to bend and the ground to sink slightly.

Maki gave a soft snort, turned the gun around, and used the butt of the gun to stab her in the abdomen.

"cough!"

Miwa Kasumi didn't have time to parry with her knife and took the blow head-on, clutching her stomach and staggering back several steps.

This person is incredibly strong, completely different from what Zhenyi said!

Maki scratched her head as she looked at Miwa Kasumi, whose breathing had become rapid.

Did you go a little too far?

She sighed. Faced with such a hardworking child, she should probably offer some guidance.

“Your swordsmanship is very good.” Maki stood still and put the gun back on her shoulder. “But you haven’t attacked me proactively. You should know that defensive swordsmanship can’t withstand continuous attacks.”

Miwa Kasumi struggled to suppress her rapid breathing and readjusted her stance.

She knew, of course, that it would be difficult to resist, but she also knew that taking the initiative to attack meant that she would expose a weakness.

Against a master like Maki, revealing a weakness is tantamount to defeat.

But she still went ahead, taking the initiative for the first time.

He pushed off the ground with his right foot, aiming the tip of the knife at Maki's chest. The speed was faster than Maki had expected, but it still wasn't enough.

Maki sidestepped, letting the blade graze past her. She released the gun handle with her left hand and slapped Miwa Kasumi's wrist with the back of her hand. The slap wasn't hard, but Miwa Kasumi almost dropped the knife.

“A wrist slap is the first step in disarming someone.” Maki pulled her left hand back and gripped the gun again. “Your grip strength is insufficient; your hand strength can’t keep up with the force of your wrist, making it easy for the knife to be slapped away.”

Miwa Kasumi gritted her teeth and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly again.

This person taught her while hitting her; this composure was more damaging than simply overwhelming her.

But she had no intention of giving up. Since it was rare to find an expert willing to provide guidance, she certainly wouldn't let the opportunity slip by.

Miwa Kasumi stepped forward again and delivered a diagonal slash. Maki blocked it with the barrel of her gun and took a step forward to close the distance.

Miwa Kasumi tried to retreat, but Maki's spear had already swept across her cheek from the side, lightly striking her slightly in front of her ear.

It didn't hurt much, but it was very loud, and Miwa Kasumi's head went blank.

Miwa Kasumi covered her head and staggered two steps to the side. Maki did not chase after her, but waited for her to regain her footing.

"You could have knocked me out with that punch just now, why didn't you?" Miwa asked, panting.

"Because I didn't want you to get hurt, I just wanted you to admit defeat."

"I won't admit defeat." Miwa Kasumi gripped her sword again. "At least not now."

She closed her eyes briefly. Then she opened them.

No, we can't win with basic firepower, and our defenses have been figured out. We have no choice but to use that.

The knife tip droops slightly, the right foot steps back half a step, the knee bends slightly, and the center of gravity sinks.

She sheathed the sword at her waist, took a deep breath, and then launched her attack.

New Yin Flow - Simplified Domain.

Chapter 58 New Yin Flow - Simplified Domain

The secret techniques of Shinkage-ryu require no talent or bloodline; the only requirement is to practice a single movement tens of thousands of times until the body reacts before the mind.

Miwa Kasumi started practicing three years ago, swinging her sword five hundred times a day, in addition to practicing using her incantation to create a simplified domain.

Now, a spherical space with a radius of 2.21 meters has been formed with her body as the center. Anyone who steps into this area will be met with a fully automatic sword-drawing counterattack.

Maki stopped at the edge of the domain. She looked at Miwa Kasumi standing inside, gripping her sword tightly, ready to retaliate at any moment.

Her arms were trembling slightly; maintaining the field was beyond her physical reserves.

Miwa Kasumi has been pushed to her limit, but she still has no intention of backing down.

“Even if you can automatically target enemies, your stamina won’t last long,” Maki said.

"I know. But just hold on until you give up first."

Maki didn't answer. She took half a step back and held the spear horizontally in front of her.

Then she did something that San-wa Kasumi couldn't understand: she broke the spear in half.

She weighed the broken handle in her hand, then suddenly accelerated and moved to the side.

Kasumi's domain can automatically counterattack, so Maki didn't rush in directly.

She threw the broken handle forcefully towards the direction of Miwa Kasumi.

The moment the broken handle flew into the simplified field, Miwa Kasumi's body responded automatically.

The sure-hit slash was launched, and the blade instantly caught up with the broken hilt, cleaving it in two and striking the ground.

This is muscle memory she has developed through millions of repetitions; it's impossible to defend against it, and it's impossible for her not to hit.

But that's exactly what Maki wanted.

In the brief instant that Misaki's automatic slash struck the broken handle, she had no energy left to deal with another target entering her domain.

Maki herself had already entered the domain, and with half of her spear slashing down, Miwa Kasumi managed to defend against it with all her might.

But Maki smiled slightly, her left hand gripping Miwa Kasumi's right wrist from below, while her right arm pressed down to trap the inside of the blade.

Then, exert force with both hands simultaneously and twist in the opposite direction once.

The art of disarming someone of their knife.

Kasumi Miwa's fingers were forcibly pried off the hilt of the knife, and the knife slid out from between her loosened knuckles and landed in Maki's hand.

She herself was also blasted away, her feet leaving the ground, and the simple domain collapsed.

Kasumi Miwa knelt on the ground, panting. The exertion of maintaining the simple domain, coupled with the struggle when her sword was taken away, had completely exhausted her strength.

"Your sword is pretty good." Maki twirled Miwa Kasumi's sword in her hand and nodded.

Ah, her knife!

Kasumi Miwa stared intently at the sword, her hand slightly reaching towards it.

Seeing the child's expression as if he wanted the knife back, Maki sighed and handed it back anyway.

"You should abstain."

Kasumi Miwa sheathed her sword, a relieved expression on her face, and nodded.

"Why were you folding your own gun just now?" Miwa Kasumi looked at her with a hint of doubt. "Isn't that a cursed artifact?"

“Only the spearhead is a cursed weapon.” Maki stood up straight, arms crossed. “The shaft is just ordinary wood.”

Miwa Kasumi sheathed her sword, nodded, and raised her hands: "I see. I forfeit."

"Okay." Maki turned and walked into the forest, waving her hand without looking back. "I'll treat you to dinner after this exchange meeting is over."

"Ah, okay." Miwa Kasumi nodded, only remembering after watching Maki's figure disappear.

She didn't know where she was.

"How am I supposed to get out?" Miwa Kasumi stood there, stunned, her expression blank.

On the tree behind Miwa Kasumi, a crow was watching her from the treetop.

A crow perched on a treetop, tilting its head slightly. Through its eyes, the image was transmitted to the college's monitoring room.

"Hahaha, this kid is really interesting." Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, his legs propped up on the control panel. "Principal Rakuganji, how about we transfer this kid to our Tokyo branch?"

"Hmph, what are you up to now?" Leyan Temple tapped his cane lightly, and another talisman beside him silently burned to ashes.

This is already the umpteenth card that has been burned since the start of the team battle.

"I just like interesting kids, I don't have any bad intentions."