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

"That's plenty, see which part you want to hear."

"Then say what you can say."

Mashiro pondered for a moment.

Gojo Satoru didn't urge her. He took the folded eye mask back into his hand and rubbed the edge of the fabric with his thumb.

His six eyes gleamed with a pale blue light. Although he could see through any lie, he chose not to look at Mashiro.

“They’ve found a way to seal you away,” Mashiro said.

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru wasn't surprised. "And then?"

"Prison Gate, a top-grade cursed artifact. The condition for sealing it is that you need to stand within four meters for one minute," Mashiro said slowly.

“One minute,” Gojo Satoru repeated, turning his head to face Mashiro. “So all I have to do is run fast?”

"In your mind, for just one minute, can you resist the urge to reminisce when you see Xia Youjie's body?"

Gojo Satoru's smile froze.

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed under the lamplight, and the air conditioner caused a page of documents on the corner of the table to turn slightly.

"You really know how to hit a nerve," Gojo Satoru said softly, with a hint of reminiscence and regret. "Couldn't you have let me say a few more stubborn things?"

"There's no time for you to be stubborn. You'd better prepare yourself mentally as soon as possible," Mashiro said, shaking her head.

“It’s alright,” Gojo Satoru said. “I’m the strongest, so now that I know, I won’t be sealed away.”

Mashiro nodded, but to be honest, she felt that Gojo Satoru was simply setting a flag.

"Will the war break out in Shibuya?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Correct."

"When?"

"Soon," Mashiro said after a moment of silence. "Yoshikichi doesn't know the exact time, and I'm not sure either."

There are too many things that have changed since the original work, and some details that we saw before may no longer be valid. Talking about them now may even have the opposite effect.

She can only talk about things that are highly unlikely to change.

And she doesn't believe that dice are bad, that it's just a matter of time and money, that it's just a matter of money ...

Gojo Satoru didn't ask how I knew so much, nor did he ask why I was only telling him now.

He simply turned the chair around so that it faced Mashiro.

Liu Yan stared at Zhenbai for a long time.

“Mashiro, you have too many secrets: your magic, your little wings, and all the information you shouldn’t know but do.”

Mashiro stared into his eyes without saying a word.

"Six-Eyed tells me you're human, even though there are some shikigami elements mixed in," Gojo Satoru said, putting his hands behind his head, "but sometimes I feel like you're less human than me."

Mashiro tilted her head: "I'll take that as a compliment."

“Then take it as a compliment.” Gojo Satoru smiled.

Mashiro slid off the chair and stood on the ground.

She walked to the window, pushed it open a crack, and the night wind made her hair flutter wildly.

Mashiro remained silent for a while, then closed the window again.

Gojo Satoru laughed when he saw her attempt to put on an act fail.

"I won't tell you anything I don't want to say, no matter how many times you ask. I don't want to lie." Mashiro turned around and glared at him fiercely; even if others couldn't see, Liu Yan could definitely feel it.

"So you're just going to say nothing at all?"

"Correct."

Gojo Satoru recalled the night he first met her, how she remained unmoved despite knowing he was the strongest.

He chose not to ask back then because he found it interesting, but now it's because of trust; he feels this person can be trusted.

“Fine.” Gojo Satoru stood up and pushed his chair under the table. “Then I won’t ask.”

"It's right not to ask. I'll say what I need to say." Mashiro snorted lightly. "Put away your curiosity."

"That's a bit difficult."

"It has to be done, even if it's difficult."

The two walked out of the council chamber side by side. The automatic door jingled behind them, the lights went out automatically, and the entire hall was plunged into darkness.

The corridor is long, and you can see the city lights in the distance through the windows.

“Gojo Satoru,” Mashiro suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

"I have prepared for your sealing away."

Gojo Satoru kept his hands in his pockets and didn't stop walking.

"You told me in advance how I would win, so don't underestimate the title of the strongest."

Mashiro shook her head. "That's not the point. It's that I know what kind of person you are."

Gojo Satoru stopped and looked at her.

Mashiro took one more step before stopping and turning back. "No matter how long you mentally prepare yourself, you'll still fall for Xia Youjie's tricks when you see him, because that's the kind of person you are."

"Really? I'm quite cold-blooded. I didn't even flinch when a high school girl I used to protect died. Instead, I was happy about my improved strength," he said after thinking for a moment.

"Let's leave it at that then." Mashiro shrugged and said nothing more.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then said, "It's fine if you're prepared. Even if I'm sealed, there's no need to worry too much."

"Well, you can rest well in the seal for a hundred years."

"Huh? Mashiro, aren't you going to save me? I thought you would definitely try to save me."

"Don't worry, I'll rescue you after I've taken care of everything."

Mashiro joked, "I'll let you watch the final boss get defeated by me, and then regret why you were sealed away back then."

"Now that you say that, I really won't be sealed anymore."

Mashiro stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and continued walking forward.

"You're quite confident."

"The strongest person saying this isn't called confidence, it's called stating the facts."

"Could this top performer finish filling out tomorrow's personnel scheduling form before going back to sleep?"

"...Did you have to bring this up now?"

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There are only a few more chapters left in Volume 1, the beginning chapter, before Volume 2, the Shibuya Incident, officially begins.

Please look forward to it. I will do my best to write it well. Also, because it involves multiple battles, Mashiro's appearances may be less frequent. Please understand.

To be honest, as a newcomer, I'm a little worried about whether I can write this kind of multi-faceted narrative well, but I'll do my best anyway.

Please be understanding, love you all, meow?

Chapter 100 Before the Battle

In the high school's operations room early in the morning, Ichiji hadn't slept all night since receiving the news.

Gojo Satoru's projector was requisitioned to project the entire map onto the screen, marked with about a dozen red dots, covering most of the area around Shibuya.

Leyan Temple stood in front of the map, leaning on his cane, staring at the red dots on it, his finger occasionally tapping lightly on the cane.

Night Moth, Songstress, Nanami, and others were also present, and the information that Kokichi had given them had already been shared with them.

Gojo Satoru leaned back in the last row of chairs, seemingly lost in thought.

We are now on full combat readiness, ready to respond to any impending attack.

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and Mashiro walked in, with the Dharma Wheel hovering above her head and her wings drooping down to cover her eyes.

She randomly found a seat and sat down. Before she could even settle in, Blind Jiahao, who was not far away, came over to greet her.

"Morning."

Mashiro nodded without saying much. Now it was time for the operational meeting to begin.

Moth coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention.

He pressed a button on the remote control, and the entire map on the screen was enlarged, with Shibuya Station as the center and red markers distributed around it.

“From 11 p.m. last night to 4 a.m. this morning.” Moth’s voice was low as he tapped the marks on the curtain with his finger.

"Seven irregular fluctuations of magical energy have been observed within a three-kilometer radius of Shibuya Station, highly suspected to be caused by a top-tier magical spirit."

Nanami put her coffee on the table and looked up: "Seven times? That many?"

"Yes, the intervals are not fixed, and they are distributed in seven different places."

"Does that mean, besides the information we had about Kokichi, the other side also has seven special-grade cursed spirits?"

Nanami's expression became even more serious, and the atmosphere in the operations room became somewhat silent.

“Although the exact number is uncertain, it shouldn’t be as many as seven.” Mashiro suddenly spoke up, breaking the tense atmosphere. “It’s impossible for the other party to expand so many special-grade curse spirits in such a short period of time. I guess it’s at most three or four.”

"Hehe, that's a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain," Mingming chuckled softly, crossing her arms and rubbing her arms as she spoke.

“It should be,” Leyan Temple said, tapping his cane on the floor.

He said slowly, "Their strategy is clear: to distract us with a mix of true and false information, but we have no choice but to take this tactic."

Mashiro stared at Rakuganji Temple, somewhat lost in thought.

Ever since Leyan Temple became the chief, for some reason, his aura has changed.

Before, I always felt apprehensive because I was controlled by others, but now I feel quite confident and assertive.

Does making a small improvement really have such a big impact on a person's temperament?