Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

This time, Yuuto saw it clearly.

The moment Qiong reached out her hand, magical power surged, and something in the air moved, like transparent threads extending from her fingertips and wrapping around the bag of milk.

Then the milk sloshed around and slid half a meter across the ground.

Qiong's eyes widened: "It moved!"

"continue."

Qiong bit her lip and reached out again.

The milk was dragged directly to her feet.

Qiong bent down to pick up the milk, hugged it to her arms, looked up at Youren, and exclaimed with barely suppressed excitement, "Brother! I did it!"

Yuuto smiled and ruffled her hair: "Amazing."

Qiong hugged the milk, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

But Yuuto didn't stop: "Let's try something else."

He put the milk back in its place and walked to Qiong's side: "You just pooped out something, now try pooping out yourself."

Qiong tilted her head: "Why are you pulling yourself?"

"You just pooped out milk because there was a thread connecting you to the milk. Now tell me, is there a thread connecting you to the ground?"

Qiong paused for a moment, then looked down at the grass at her feet.

She squinted, looked carefully, and then nodded: "Yes, they're everywhere, but some are thick and some are thin."

"Then try it, pull the line between you and that stone block."

Qiong stared at the stone pier not far away and reached out her hand.

The next second, her figure flickered and appeared directly next to the stone pier.

But it didn't land steadily and fell backward.

Yu Ren rushed over and reached out to support her.

Qiong leaned against him, stunned for a few seconds, then looked up: "Did I just teleport?"

"Yes." Yuuto helped her stand up. "How are you feeling?"

Qiong thought for a moment: "I feel a little dizzy. It's like I was pulled there by that thread."

Yuuto nodded: "It's like pooping milk, except this time you're pooping yourself."

Qiong looked down at her hands, lost in thought.

Yuuto looked around and picked up a thin twig from the ground: "You just said you could sense other things?"

Qiong thought for a moment: "When I awakened, it felt like something was trying to come out, like a membrane?"

"Can you get it out and let me see it?"

Qiong closed her eyes and stretched out her hand.

A few seconds later, Yuuto sensed a change in the fluctuations of the cursed energy in the air.

A transparent film condensed in front of the dome—very thin and brittle, like a layer of gauze.

Yuuto gently poked it with a twig.

The membrane wobbled and then shattered.

Qiong opened her eyes, a little dazed: "It's shattered..."

Yu Ren threw away the branch and walked over: "It's nothing. How did it feel when you were removing that membrane?"

Qiong thought for a moment: "It's like...weaving something? Weaving those fine threads together."

Yuuto's eyes lit up.

Weaving a net.

Pulling milk is like pulling a line, teleporting is like pulling yourself, and a barrier is like weaving lines into a net.

He looked at Qiong: "Did you notice?"

Qiong tilted her head: "What did you find?"

"What you actually know is one thing."

Qiong was stunned for a moment.

Yuuto pointed to the milk on the ground: "Pulling the milk means pulling the line between you and the milk."

Pointing to the stone pier: "Teleportation is like pulling a line between you and your location."

Pointing to the spot where the barrier had just shattered, he said, "That membrane is made by weaving the surrounding lines together to form a net that blocks things."

Qiong looked down at her hands and remained silent for a long time.

Then she looked up, her eyes shining: "So... I only know how to do one thing?"

"Yes. One thing, three uses."

Qiong looked down at her hands, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Yuuto.

Yuuto felt that familiar pulling force, which was stronger than before, but still very light.

"what?"

Qiong stopped and turned her face away: "I didn't do anything. I just wanted to try it out."

Yuuto smiled when he saw the tips of her ears turning red.

He reached out and ruffled her hair: "A very powerful spell. It's only just awakened, so it can only do this much now, but it will become stronger and stronger in the future."

Qiong looked up, her dark red eyes meeting his: "Really?"

"real."

Qiong pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upwards.

She looked down, clutching the bag of strawberry milk, her fingers gripping the edge of the bag. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly whispered, "Can I go on missions with my brother in the future?"

“When you’re a little more skilled,” Yuuto replied.

Qiong's eyes lit up, and she jumped and bounced around Yuuto.

Chapter 23 Quasi-Level Two Cursed Artifact Falls into Water

After the test of the Void Affinity Technique was completed, it was 11 a.m. The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was neither too hot nor too cold.

Yuuto and Sora sat at a wooden table in the courtyard, on which were two glasses of strawberry milk and a plate of melon bread.

Qiong took small bites of bread, her feet swinging back and forth under the table.

She had changed out of her nightgown and was wearing a white loungewear T-shirt and shorts, her long, silvery-white hair casually draped over her shoulders.

After taking a sip of milk, Yuuto said, "I have something to tell you. I spoke with the people at Tokyo High School yesterday. Once you awaken your magic, they will arrange an entrance exam for you."

Upon hearing this, Qiong asked, "When?"

Yu Ren replied, "I want to wait a week for you to adjust before contacting the college at a suitable time."

Qiong was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is my brother also at a vocational college?"

Yuuto shook his head:

“I’m away, but I’ll definitely come to see you often, at least once a week.”

Just as Qiong was about to say something, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard gate.

Yu Ren looked up, and Qiong also looked up, their brows furrowing slightly.

Qiong doesn't like anyone disturbing her and her brother's alone time.

Yuuto got up and opened the door, only to find Nishimiya Momo standing outside.

She was dressed casually today, wearing a white knit sweater with a dark skirt, and her golden pigtails hung down her shoulders.

He was carrying a long, rectangular cloth bag. When he saw Yuuto, a smile crept onto his lips.

"Aren't you welcoming me?"

Yu Ren chuckled and said, "How could that be? Please come in, please come in."

With that, Yuuto placed his hand on Nishimiya Momo's back and pushed her into the courtyard.

Nishimiya Momo did not resist at all; on the contrary, she accepted it readily and walked in with her chin raised.

In the courtyard, Qiong watched this scene, turned her head, pouted, and thought to herself:

"Hmph, another wicked woman trying to steal my brother from me."

Although Yuuto had already determined Nishimiya Momo's purpose for coming here, he still politely asked, "What made you decide to come here today?"

Nishimiya Momo shook the cloth bag in her hand: "Of course I'm here to deliver the magical tools we agreed on before, and also to drop by and see you."

She handed over the cloth bag, her gaze passing over Yuuto's shoulder and landing on Sora. She stared at her for a while before asking, "Hello, my name is Nishimiya Momo. Nice to meet you."

"She must be your sister, right?"

“Yes.” Yuuto nodded, then moved a stool over and said:

"Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Xi Gongtao's gaze swept over Qiong, and Qiong was also looking at her.

The two stared at each other for two seconds before Nishimiya Momo broke the silence, revealing a gentle smile as she said:

"Hello, my name is Nishimiya Momo, nice to meet you."

Qiong did not reply, but simply nodded slightly.

He was unaware of Qiong's situation, so he assumed Qiong was just shy and sat down with a smile.

At Nishimiya Momo's request, Yuuto opened the cloth bag, inside which was a short sword with a sheath.

The scabbard is dark brown with fine textures on its surface, and the fluctuations of magical energy are very obvious.

Yuuto drew the blade and glanced at it; the blade gleamed coldly, and the blade pattern was clear.