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

Now that the process is blocked, the first solution he thought of was the most basic one.

And she intends to do so.

"When do you plan to start?" Mashiro asked.

“Once the cut on your face has healed,” Gojo Satoru said, “we’ll treat them to some barbecue and put them on edge for a few days. People who are on edge are more likely to make mistakes than those who are relaxed.”

Mashiro nodded.

Gojo Satoru moved away from the window frame, took two steps toward the door, and then stopped. He didn't turn around.

"When you were creating clones in the tent today, did the real person say anything?"

“He was scared by me.” Mashiro raised the corners of her mouth. “When they get back, they’ll probably start to suspect their own people.”

"You're something else." Gojo Satoru snorted. "Next time it will be our turn to find him. He's outside, and those people are inside. We'll take care of both sides at once."

He raised his hand, shook his finger, and walked out of the medical room.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the corridor, on the old floor, growing fainter and fainter.

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Chapter 72 Disdain

Japanese knotweed gets up very early.

After the swelling in his finger subsided, he clenched his fist several times in the corridor to check on the recovery process.

Now I no longer feel pain when I bend my fingers, and the skin on my fist has returned to normal.

He loosened and clenched his fist several times.

"Didn't they say we couldn't practice boxing for two days?"

Maki walked over from the other side of the corridor carrying a water glass, her hair untied and draped over her shoulders.

She glanced at Huzhang's hand, which had loosened and then clenched again, and said casually.

"Maki-senpai, I know, it just depends on how well you're recovering." Itadori released his grip and greeted her.

"Yeah, don't push yourself too hard, lest you suffer any lasting consequences."

Maki didn't stop, and left him with these words as she walked past him.

Hadana scratched his head as he looked at her retreating figure, then decided to rest and recuperate.

He walked to the cafeteria, which wasn't crowded.

Dog Roll sat in the corner, a bowl of white porridge in front of him.

When he saw Huzhang arrive, he typed a message on his phone and held it up: Day 1 of recovery.

Huzhang nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Dog Roll nodded and typed another line: I'll treat you to milk tea this afternoon.

"Great, everyone! Dog Roll is treating us to milk tea this afternoon!" Itajimaru's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he announced loudly.

Everyone got excited when they heard that.

The panda came over from the food area carrying a large plate, and when it sat down next to the dog, the chair sank a little.

Fushiguro sat by the window with a bowl of miso soup in front of him.

He ate slowly with his head down, while Huzhang sat down opposite him with a nonchalant air.

"Fu Hei, does your injury still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Fu Hei looked up at him. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. By the way, do you know what the cafeteria is making today? Is there anything special?"

"No, it's about the same as usual," Fu Hei said, staring with dead fish eyes.

"Sigh, I'm tired of it all," Itari sighed. "Then let's just wait for next week's barbecue."

Just as Itadori finished speaking, Gojo Satoru's voice came from behind.

"What? Are you bringing up my topic?"

Gojo Satoru sat down next to Itadori, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

He took a sip, then put the cup on the table and turned to look at Huzhang.

"Sodayo (Just what I wanted), I want something different to eat. Gojo-sensei, can't you ask the cafeteria to make something else?"

"Oh, Teacher told Principal Yagami about being yelled at last time." Gojo Satoru laughed heartily.

"Can't wait any longer?"

"Yes, everyone is waiting for your barbecue, teacher."

"I was talking about your training." Gojo Satoru pointed at Itadori's fist, which he unconsciously clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

"Ah, yes." Itari nodded. "I used to practice every day, and I'm not used to not being able to practice anymore."

"Haha, if you can't practice yourself, you can at least watch."

"What are you looking at?"

"Watching Megumi and Maki practice, watching others train is a great way to learn," Gojo Satoru said, quickly grabbing a few buns from the food counter and heading out.

As I passed by Dog Roll, I glanced down at his phone screen and said, "I'll treat you to milk tea."

Dog Roll suddenly looked up and gave him a thumbs up.

Gojo Satoru smiled and hummed a little tune as he walked out of the cafeteria.

"What's wrong? You seem so happy." Mashiro came in from the doorway. "Oh, you seem this happy every day."

"Mashiro-chan, life is about enjoying it while you can." Gojo Satoru shrugged and handed one of the buns in his hand to Mashiro.

"Eat or not?"

Mashiro glanced at his hand with disgust. "You shook hands with Ruko. It's a bit disgusting. I don't want to."

"My hands, disgusting?"

Hearing her words, Gojo Satoru was greatly shocked. His eyes gradually became unfocused as he approached Mashiro step by step.

You said my hands are disgusting?

Mashiro shrank back, looking at him warily: "What are you going to do?"

"Hehehe, you have to take this bun whether you want it or not!" Gojo Satoru's eyes narrowed, and he was about to force the bun into her hand.

"Gojo Satoru, get out of here!" Mashiro dodged backward.

"Hehe, Mashiro-chan, don't dodge." Gojo Satoru chuckled, secretly activating a miniature Azure, a suction force trying to pull Mashiro closer.

"Gojo Satoru, have some shame! You need to use a spell for this?" Mashiro couldn't keep his usual cold expression and started cursing.

......

After getting her breakfast, Xigong Tao looked at the scene at the door where various spells were being cast and special effects were flying everywhere, and she twitched the corner of her mouth.

"What are they doing?"

Sanlun glanced at the two people struggling at the door, then looked at the group of people who had paid their dues behind him, and said helplessly, "I don't know either."

Because Baozi couldn't get close to Gojo Satoru, who had no limits, the final result was that Mashiro, who didn't want to waste food, took it.

The grass beside the training field was bathed in sunlight, and the ground was slightly warm.

Itadori sat on a bench by the field, elbows propped on his knees, watching Fushiguro and Maki practice.

Fu Hei's injuries have mostly healed, but he is still a little slow when turning around.

Maki's attack frequency didn't slow down just because he was injured; every strike forced him to react.

After blocking the blow, Fukuro used the momentum to retreat, and Yuquanbai jumped out of his shadow to block Maki's side.

Maki didn't force her way in; instead, she stopped and gently tapped Tama-inu's head with the end of the stick.

"Your coordination with the shikigami is getting better and better."

Fuhei nodded, summoned the jade dog back, and rubbed its head: "After releasing the possession, I feel even more in sync with the shikigami."

"Was your technique developed based on the ten types of shadow magic?" Maki put down her weapon and looked at Tamagu.

“Yes, after all, it’s not good to keep holding everyone back.” Fushiguro Megumi nodded and said, without mentioning the hardships of developing the technique.

"So, can you do this with all your shikigami?"

"There are only a few available for now, and we need to continue developing them."

When Itajimaru saw that they had stopped, he stood up and walked over to Maki, who was drinking water.

"Maki-senpai."

"what?"

Do you think I'm suited to using weapons?

Maki glanced at him, screwed the cap back on her water bottle, paused for a moment, and then said, "To be honest, using weapons would actually limit your performance."

"How to say?"

“You are very strong, and there are not many magical artifacts that can withstand your strength. Moreover, you will have to train, which will take more time and effort. It’s not worth it.”

"Oh, I see." Itadori responded, turning back to the bench with a hint of disappointment.

Mashiro walked over and, seeing him like this, asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Mashiro-nee, it's nothing. Where are you going this afternoon?"

"Um, something came up."

Huzhang nodded without asking further questions.

Mashiro glanced at him, knowing he was just annoyed because he had nothing to do, so she ignored him and waited for him to recover.

She left the training ground; she had something else to do today.