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

The blindfold covered their eyes, but everyone could still feel their gaze.

"Dog Roll's throat is useless, Kamo's face looks like he just donated blood, Fushiguro has some cursed substance residue in his body but it's already inactive and will metabolize on its own, Itadori has a minor finger fracture and needs to be iced when he gets back, Maki's consumption is negligible, Panda has a few cuts on his body and we'll have to find Glass to suture them, and the cut on Mashiro's face is almost healed."

He went through them one by one, speaking very quickly.

"Hmm, my eyesight hasn't deteriorated yet."

Gojo Satoru nodded smugly, then looked at Mashiro and asked, "Was that a clone you attacked?"

"You were also held back by the real person's clone?" Mashiro asked.

“Yes, a whole bunch.” Gojo Satoru raised his hands and then flipped them over, making a doubling gesture.

"At least a dozen or so, they came in a line. You take one down and another one pops up, you take one down and another one pops up."

"When I tried to track the original body after the attack, all traces had already been cleaned up."

He put his hands back in his pockets and kicked the gravel at his feet.

"It must have been a pre-planned retreat route. They might not have even entered the college; they were probably waiting outside to meet them."

When Gojo Satoru said these words, his tone was very relaxed, almost as relaxed as when he complained about his wet shoes earlier.

"As a result, by the time you went out to look for it after the accounts were completely cleared up, even the remnants of the curse power had been dealt with."

Mashiro nodded, looking at him thoughtfully.

Itadori asked with some doubt, "Then is the true form of the human being...?"

“Yes, he got away. We won’t be able to catch him today.” Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at him.

"However, you won the battle, exorcised a top-level cursed spirit, and had zero student deaths. This achievement is enough."

He clapped his hands twice.

"Alright, although today's ranking battle didn't result in any rankings or actual matches, everyone survived. Survival is a victory, and after victory, we should—"

He deliberately stopped, piquing everyone's curiosity.

After waiting a moment, Itadori lost his composure and fell into Gojo Satoru's trap: "Should what?"

“Good question, Yuujin.” Gojo Satoru pointed at Itadori, then stroked his chin and said hesitantly, “I was going to say we’d eat yakiniku.”

"But Dog Roll's throat can't handle hot food, and Kamo is anemic and can't drink alcohol. Oh no, minors can't drink alcohol anyway."

Kamo closed his eyes briefly: "Could you please get straight to the conclusion?"

"The conclusion is to go back to the medical room to find the glass first, and postpone the barbecue until next week." Gojo Satoru wagged his finger. "It's on me."

"Ms. Gojo, you always focus on the barbecue." Maki shook her head and sighed.

Chapter 70 Medical Room

"It's more interesting when things go off-topic. You guys were fighting like madmen just now, what's wrong with talking about something lighter now?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his face.

Maki didn't say anything more. She patted Fushiguro Megumi, took Yuuki off her waist, and threw it into his shadow.

Fushiguro Megumi was about to scold her for ordering the wounded around, but when she moved, she aggravated her wound and groaned twice without saying a word.

Seeing this, the panda laughed and carried Fuhei back on its back.

Kamo reached out to Inu-maki, who waved his hand, stood up, took out his phone from his pocket, typed a message, and showed it to Kamo.

If you can't walk, I can support you.

Kamo glanced down, his face dark, and replied, "No need."

Dog Scroll typed another line, but Kamo had already walked forward and didn't read it.

Huzhang looked at the joints on his hand, where the redness and swelling had subsided somewhat, and moved them around a couple of times.

"Does your finger not hurt anymore?" Mashiro walked over to him.

"There's still a little bit left, but it's much better than before." Huzhang spread out his palm to show her.

The skin on his hands began to recover and regain its color, and the swelling in his joints subsided considerably.

No wonder he's a super athlete; his recovery ability is amazing.

Mashiro patted his hand: "Your finger only swelled up like this after firing seven Black Flashes. It's already very good."

"Hiss." Itachi shook his hand and chuckled again: "Toudou said my first shot was perfect."

"When a person like him praises someone, it's the truth."

Itadori nodded, took the ice pack from Gojo Satoru, and pressed it back onto his fingers.

He followed the panda forward, and after a few steps, he looked back at the riverbank.

The scorch marks on the gravel are still there, but the remains of Hua Yu have been completely washed away by the water.

It's good to have improved our strength, but we shouldn't be complacent.

As Itari looked at Mashiro walking ahead of him, he secretly made up his mind.

We need to become stronger, strong enough to protect everyone, otherwise we'll regret it sooner or later.

Gojo Satoru walked slowly in the middle of the group.

He glanced sideways at the pensive Huzhang, then at Fuhei lying on the panda's back, before turning his gaze back to the front.

It seems they've all grown from this battle, so there's no need for him to worry too much.

On the way back to the medical room, Dog Roll kept typing on his phone to communicate with Kamo.

Kamo walked beside him, and every time Inujuku raised his screen, he would glance down at it and then reply with a blank expression.

The panda walking in front turned its head and spoke to Fuhei on its back: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry," Fu Hei said with his eyes closed.

I'm hungry.

"...Then why are you asking me?"

"I'm trying to whet your appetite."

Fu Hei didn't reply. To be honest, he was a little hungry after expending so much energy.

Gojo Satoru overheard their conversation from behind: "Whether it's barbecue or sukiyaki, it's up to you. The teacher said he'd treat us, and he won't go back on his word."

"Mr. Gojo, you said you'd treat us last time, but Ms. Shoko deducted the bill," Panda said, turning around.

"That was an accident. That time, Shoko insisted on paying."

She said you only had three hundred yen in your wallet.

"What do you know?" Gojo Satoru pulled his hand out of his pocket and waved it. "Three hundred yen is also a token of sincerity."

Mashiro looked at him and couldn't help but retort, "Then your sincerity is simply not enough."

"That's why I said another day." Gojo Satoru smiled.

Tiger Stick, watching them from behind, chuckled.

He switched the ice pack to his other hand, and his steps became much lighter.

Mashiro walked beside him, her senses spreading outwards.

There were no remaining traces of the cursed spirits in the surrounding woods. Hua Yu's cursed power had completely dissipated, and the traces of the tent had also disappeared.

She was thinking about what Gojo Satoru had just said.

Itadori turned around and looked at Mashiro, whom he had overtaken: "Mashiro-nee, why are you walking so slowly?"

"Thinking about something." Mashiro quickened her pace to catch up with him.

What are you thinking about?

"What do you want for dinner?"

Itadori laughed: "Gojo-sensei said he's treating us to barbecue, are you in?"

“I didn’t object in the first place, but isn’t that next week’s event?”

"Well, that means we can think about what we want for the barbecue in advance." Itajima switched the ice pack to one hand. "I want to eat beef tongue."

Mashiro glanced at him: "You did this on purpose?"

"Hehe, Mashiro-nee should try it too, it's really delicious."

I don't eat offal.

"Huh? You really aren't going to eat it?"

"I said I wouldn't eat, and I won't."

......

When we arrived at the medical room, the door was wide open.

Two doctors on duty were organizing instruments inside when they heard footsteps. One of them looked up.

The male doctor wore glasses and had a pen tucked into the pocket of his white coat.

The female doctor turned around from in front of the cabinet, holding a stack of disinfectant wipes in her hand.

"Come in, everyone." The male doctor pushed his glasses up and glanced at everyone. "Sit on the beds, don't crowd, those who are seriously injured should speak first."

The panda placed Fuhei on the bed against the wall.

Fu Hei opened his eyes, glanced around the ceiling of the medical room, and then closed them again.

Huzhang found a bed, sat down, and pressed the ice pack on his finger tightly again.

The others simply found a seat.

Mashiro leaned against the door frame and glanced around the room.

Gojo Satoru was the last to come in. He stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, without going inside.

The male doctor walked up to Dog Roll, pried open his mouth, and shone a flashlight on him.

"My vocal cords are severely congested. They can recover if I don't speak for five days, but if I do speak, I'll have to wait another three days."