Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't hold on any longer. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally, he closed his eyes completely.

Nishimiya Momo panicked. Yuuto's back was a bloody mess, and blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth, staining his school uniform red.

She hugged him tighter, tears streaming down her face.

She herself couldn't hold on any longer. The previous battle had shocked her brain with sonic waves, and her magical power was already exhausted. Now she was only hanging on by a thread.

Just then, the low-level curse spirits that had been fleeing sensed their weakness and slowly surrounded them again.

Level three or four cursed spirits, which are usually ignored, have now become death warrants.

Nishimiya Momo wanted to get up and drive them away, but she couldn't muster the strength.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out.

A tall, slender figure descended from the sky and landed beside the two.

White hair, black eye mask, 1.9 meters tall, hands in pockets, casual posture as if taking a stroll.

"Oh dear, we're really late."

Gojo Satoru looked down at the two people covered in blood, his tone flippant, but his eyes behind the blindfold darkened slightly.

The surrounding cursed spirits scattered like mice before a cat, frantically trying to escape.

Gojo Satoru didn't even make a move; he simply whistled softly, and afterimages flashed past his body.

The next second, those cursed spirits exploded into bloody water one after another.

"Two near-level two demons managed to exorcise a level one cursed spirit. That's amazing." Gojo Satoru squatted down and looked at the two with admiration.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Xigong Tao's previously suspended nerves snapped shut, and she immediately fainted.

But she still held onto Yuu-ren tightly, refusing to let go.

Gojo Satoru reached out and checked their pulses; they were not weak and were quite energetic.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Yuuto's injuries. Logically, this amount of bleeding should have killed him long ago, but the kid's heart was still beating quite fast; he must have taken something to keep him alive.

"He's got a tough life."

He picked them up, one on each side, stood up, and yawned.

Behind him, Kiyotaka Ijichi ran up, panting. Seeing the two men covered in blood, his face turned pale: "Mr. Gojo, they..."

Gojo Satoru said casually, "You won't die. Your heart beats even more steadily than yours."

Ichiji breathed a sigh of relief, but was still worried: "Then now..."

"You handle the rest. I'll take them to find the glass first," Gojo Satoru said as he walked.

Ichi nodded helplessly and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Before he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

He spoke casually, but his teleportation speed was much faster than usual.

In his view, young people are the future of the sorcery world, and his reform plan must rely on them.

He had met Nishimiya Momo a few times; she was one of the few students in Kyoto who wasn't so rigid, and he had a good impression of her.

As for the unconscious man in his arms, the information indicated that he was suspected of using a dual technique, which piqued his interest.

When he wakes up, I need to have a good talk with him.

The night breeze of Shibuya brushed past their ears as Gojo Satoru, carrying the two of them, teleported towards the high school.

All that remained at the scene was the chaotic aftermath of the battle, and Kiyotaka Ijichi stayed behind to clean up the mess.

Looking at all this, he could only sigh helplessly and lament his miserable fate.

Chapter 15: The family is in glass

With his mastery of sorcery, Gojo Satoru, carrying one in each arm, swaggered across the school building.

The passing teachers and students all cast curious glances; this scene was truly a rare sight.

The usually lazy and powerful sorcerer of the modern era was now carrying two young people covered in blood in his arms, and his pace was much faster than usual.

All three first-grade students happened to be on campus.

The panda was originally a mutated cursed creature created by Principal Moth Zhengdao. It possessed three independent cursed cores and treated the college as its own home. Right now, it was basking in the sun on the windowsill.

Upon seeing Gojo Satoru carrying someone in, he jumped to his feet:

"Wow, did Wu pick up two wounded soldiers?"

Zenin Maki leaned against the corridor wall and adjusted her glasses.

She had many conflicts with the entire Zen family, so it was impossible for her to go back; she was essentially staying at the school for an extended period.

His gaze fell on Gojo Satoru's arms, and he frowned slightly: "Those two are... from Kyoto School?"

Yi Gu You Tai, who had been enrolled for less than a month, followed timidly behind the two.

His condition is special; he can't return to the world of ordinary people and can only stay at the school.

Looking at Yuuto and Nishimiya Momo, who were covered in blood, his face paled: "Are they alright?"

"Make way, make way, don't block the way."

Gojo Satoru verbally told them to leave, but he meant no harm. He carried the two of them straight toward the location of Ieiri Glass.

In the current world of sorcery, there is more than one sorcerer who has mastered the reversal technique and can instantly heal injuries.

However, in the entire world of sorcery, only Shoko Ieiri is capable of using external healing techniques on others.

After exchanging a glance, Panda and Zhou Hai quickly followed in unison.

Shoko Ieiri's treatment room was at the far end of the school building. When the door was pushed open, she was leaning against the window smoking.

After hearing the noise, she stubbed out her cigarette and turned around. She saw the two people in Gojo Satoru's arms and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You're sending me work again?"

She walked over, her tone languid, but her hands moved quickly:

"Put it on the bed."

Gojo Satoru laid the two of them side by side on the hospital bed. Nishimiya Momo was deathly pale and had completely lost consciousness.

Yuto was in an even worse state. His back was a bloody mess, and the blood had stained Gojo Satoru's clothes red.

Ieiri Shoko lifted Yuuto's clothes, glanced at him, and asked Gojo Satoru:

"You're badly injured. How did this happen?"

Gojo Satoru leaned against the wall, his tone unusually serious:

"Their original mission was to eliminate a level two cursed spirit, but they unexpectedly encountered a level one cursed spirit."

"And surprisingly, not only did they all survive, but the level one cursed spirit was also removed."

Shoko Ieiri paused in her work, looked up at him and said, "The newcomers these days are really something else. First there was Otsuko, and now there are these two little guys."

After saying that, she glanced at Nishimiya Momo and said, "Judging from the girl's uniform, she should be from Kyoto Institute. If she had the ability to pull out a level one cursed spirit, she would definitely be famous by now."

“So the main force should be this kid, right?” Ieiri Shoko said after taking off Yuuto’s clothes.

Gojo Satoru nodded slightly. Ieiri Shoko didn't say anything more, but hovered her hands above Yuuto's body and began to activate the Reversal Technique.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke up: "Come to think of it, we weren't this crazy back then, were we?"

Shoko Ieiri didn't even look up, but still managed to tease me, saying, "What do you mean 'we'? It's clearly the two of you, you're both crazy, while I'm so quiet."

“I’m talking about something like a near-level 2 beating a level 1,” Gojo Satoru retorted.

Ieiri Shoko said in a flat tone:

"No, you guys went straight for the Special Grade back then."

"One subdued the cursed spirit, while the other swallowed it whole."

Gojo Satoru chuckled but didn't reply.

The treatment room was quiet for a few seconds, with only the light of the Reversal Technique flickering slightly.

Suddenly, Ieiri Glass said, "I wonder what Natsumi would say if she saw these two little ones."

Gojo Satoru's smile faded. He leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window, and said:

"If it were the old him, he probably would have said it was quite interesting, but now..."

Xia Youjie was still alive at this time, and the two of them thought he was just having a fight, still holding onto the fantasy that he would eventually return.

After the casual conversation ended, the treatment entered a crucial stage, and she began to focus on treating Yuren's injuries.

Two ribs were broken, there was bleeding from multiple internal organs, and the wound on his back was so deep that the bone was visible.

"Anyone else would have been dead long ago," she said while treating the patient.

"This kid's got a tough life; his heart beats even more steadily than a normal person's."

The light from the reversal spell lasted for nearly ten minutes.

When the light faded, Yuuto's back wound had healed, and his breathing had become steady.

Ieiri Shoko wiped the sweat from her forehead and went to look at Nishimiya Momo.

Her injuries were minor, mainly due to overexertion of her magical power and mental shock, which can be treated simply.

"Alright, you won't die." She straightened up, took out a cigarette case from her pocket, then, remembering she was in a treatment room, put it back.

"Stay here for observation overnight, and you'll wake up tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru nodded, glanced at the two people on the bed, and turned to leave.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped: "By the way, this kid's file says he might have dual techniques. I'm quite interested in him. Keep an eye on him for me, and call me when he wakes up."

Ieyasu waved her hand, indicating that she understood.

She closed the door, glanced at the two people on the bed, then at the three first-graders peeking out from the corner, and waved her hand: "Get out, all of you, don't get in the way."

When Yuuto woke up, it was already dark outside.

He opened his eyes, and his first thought was that he was still alive.