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

The man listened intently, his eyes lifting from the subway map.

"What about Kujo Mashiro?"

"After sealing away Gojo Satoru, we'll go kill Kujo Mashiro together. With so many Special Grade Servants, we'll have more than enough to kill her."

The man nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

"The plan can begin ahead of schedule." (This is a fragment of a longer text, possibly a news report or announcement.)

Zhenren and Louhu stood up, and were about to leave when they were stopped by Wei Bai.

"There's something I almost forgot." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

"Now?" the real person said with a cruel smile.

"That's right. The exchange meeting has just ended, and they didn't expect to make any moves so soon."

The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"Shibuya will become hell."

Chapter 87 Eighty-Eight Bridges

The car drove for nearly two hours on the highway in Saitama.

Since leaving Tokyo, the scenery outside the window has changed again and again, from buildings to fields and then to mountains.

Fukuro held the tablet in his hand and didn't say much since getting on the bus, constantly flipping through intelligence reports.

“The time and place of each case are different. Could it really be the work of the same cursed spirit?” Fushiguro Megumi scratched his head and said doubtfully.

"Speaking of which, is the automatic door not closing also due to the cursed spirit?" Itadori stroked his chin and said, "I remember that cameras and the like can't capture cursed spirits, right?"

"It seems that the cursed spirit affected the automatic door's control system, rather than being sensed." Kugizaki looked at the information, somewhat troubled.

"This is so complicated." Shunping nodded as well. "It doesn't seem like it was done by a single cursed spirit, but the ways they died are too similar."

The car drove smoothly on the highway, and silence fell over the interior once again.

Fushiguro continued studying the intelligence report when suddenly his eyes lit up.

"We've found what they have in common!"

"What?" Itadori and Kugizaki looked over at the same time, and Junpei also leaned forward.

Tiger Stick got too close and Fu Hei pushed his head away with his palm.

“They went to the same junior high school.” Fushiguro straightened his collar, which had been rubbed askew by Itajō. “Kaneda, Shimada, and Yamato were classmates for two years at Urami Higashi Junior High School.”

"So, they all received the same curse, and then the curses all erupted at once..." Kugizaki pondered, quite like Sherlock Holmes.

"In other words, we're going to that school now!"

……

Soon, the car stopped at Saitama Municipal Urami Higashi Junior High School.

The group of four, along with their driver, entered the campus. As soon as they entered, they saw two students smoking outside the classroom.

Shunping showed a hint of disgust, but then slowly calmed down.

He is no longer the person he used to be.

Just as he was about to ignore them and continue walking past them, he heard Kugizaki's excited voice.

"We've spotted two students who look really bad!" Kugizaki pointed at them. "Shall we go beat them up and teach them a lesson?"

"Why...?" Itari looked at her speechlessly.

The two students couldn't stand such arrogant words. They had just raised their heads to say something harsh when they saw someone in the crowd.

"I'm sorry, you've worked hard!" The two thugs instantly extinguished their cigarettes and then bowed deeply.

"Oh?" This time they were the ones who were somewhat shocked, but they quickly became smug.

"Well, isn't that clever?" Kugizaki nodded with his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

"As expected, the so-called domineering aura cannot be hidden even if you want to." Itachi nodded with his eyes closed, feeling very comfortable.

However, the next second, they were thrown into chaos.

"The last time we met was when you graduated, Fushiguro-senpai!"

"Huh?" The three of them immediately looked at Fushiguro Megumi. "What do you mean?"

“I’m in junior high school, here, going to school,” Fukuguro Megumi said, turning her head slightly and emphasizing each word.

"Is Fushiguro a delinquent?" Junpei asked, looking at Fushiguro Megumi with some hesitation.

But he regretted it after he said it. He knew that Fushiguro was a good person, and it didn't matter if he was a delinquent before.

"What exactly did you do in junior high?" Itadori and Kugizaki shoved Fushiguro Megumi aside. "No, it'll be faster to ask them!"

They looked at the two delinquents opposite them and said, "Tell me honestly, what exactly did this guy do in junior high?"

"Well, how should I put it?" One of them scratched his head. "All the delinquents and thugs around here have been beaten up by Senior Fukuro."

"Really?" They looked at Fushiguro Megumi again.

"Yes, I beat him up." Fu Hei still didn't turn his head.

An elderly faculty member heard the noise and came from the other end of the corridor, shouting loudly.

"Hey! Who are you people! Students from other schools are not allowed in!"

"Ah, we have school entry permits." The driver quickly went up to them and handed over the permits.

After carefully examining it, the faculty and staff breathed a sigh of relief. "You have to wear your school admission permit around your neck."

As he turned to leave, he noticed Fushiguro Megumi standing there: "Are you... Fushiguro?"

Fukuro Megumi blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

But he nodded nonetheless. “Hello, Mr. Takeda, I’m here to ask about those three people.”

“Those three people? Oh, Kaneda, Shimada, and Yamato…” Takeda sighed. “It’s been almost twenty years since we graduated, and I was quite surprised to hear about their passing.”

"They may not be like you were back then, but they're still considered problem children. What do you want to ask?"

Fu Hei remained silent for a moment.

"Have they done anything that would bring retribution?"

After a moment of silence, Mr. Takeda said, "Although they are problem children, they are just ordinary middle school students. But speaking of retribution..."

A delinquent standing next to him, who had been listening intently, interjected when he heard this, "That should be that one? Jump off the Eighty-Eight Bridges."

Everyone turned to look at him, and he shrank back slightly under the gaze of so many eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes, that was popular among delinquents back then.” Mr. Takeda also remembered, “Jumping off the Eighty-Eight Bridge in the middle of the night, which was called testing one’s courage.”

"Huh? Which tribe are they from?" Kugizaki smirked.

"How were the ropes prepared?" Fushiguro Megumi steered the conversation back on track.

"We don't know either." The two delinquents scratched their heads. "We heard it from our parents. It's been around for a long time now."

“They were absent that day without asking for leave, and we only found out after contacting their families that they hadn’t gone home all night.”

Mr. Takeda pointed his finger and said, "It caused quite a stir at the time. After we found them unconscious under the Eighty-Eight Bridges, they said they didn't remember what they had done."

"I see."

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Chapter 88: Similar Beginnings (Part 1)

"I will set up an account immediately after confirming the appearance of the cursed spirit."

Huzhang held the rope in his hand, his tone serious.

He had specifically sought that out, intending to use it to jump off the bridge.

The others nodded seriously, focusing intently on sensing the aura of the cursed spirit.

However, unexpectedly.

They waited there for ages, but not only did the cursed spirit not appear, it didn't even have the slightest trace of its presence.

Tiger Stick even tried tying a rope around his body and jumping off the Eighty-Eight Bridge to see if it would trigger any conditions.

But in the end, nothing was gained.

It was the hottest time of day, and the sun was shining directly on the bridge, which was completely exposed to the elements.

The concrete bridge surface was scorching hot, making the already hot weather even more unbearable.

They wiped the sweat from their faces and continued to wait, their eyes vacant.

At this moment, Shunping spoke up: "It's too hot. Waiting like this isn't going to work. Let's go and rest for a while."

His bangs were stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Without objection, everyone left the Eighty-Eight Bridges dejectedly for the time being.

“No filth, no breath, nothing at all…” Fukuro Megumi sighed, disheartened.

"Did we go in the wrong direction?" Huzhang scratched his head.

He wasn't particularly bright to begin with, and he was completely clueless when it came to solving puzzles.

We can only place our hopes on other people.

They went to a convenience store and bought some food to tide them over.

Huzhang slowly unwrapped the rice ball.