Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

It almost killed me.

Having barely survived, they were then locked in a dark basement.

He had planned to sneak away after the white-haired man left, but instead, the white-haired man brought with him another man with an equally terrifying aura.

What a joke! Its future is being decided by someone else just like that?!

Wu Tiao Wu and Duanmu Yan naturally had no idea what kind of mental breakdown this cursed fetus was going through.

Both of them felt that this cursed spirit was quite suitable, not so powerful that the students were completely unable to handle it.

……

Meanwhile, in a little-known corner of Tokyo.

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The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, brushed against her face, but before she could even enjoy it, a sharp icicle pierced her in the face.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

She does look like a girl, but there is no doubt that she is a man.

"Lord Sukuna's vessel is now in the control of the High School. With our strength alone, it is impossible for us to take back Itadori Hisahito from those two."

Rimei's face was ashen, and a chill emanated from her, condensing into a layer of frost on the beach.

"And two of the fingers that contain Lord Sukuna's soul and curse power were deliberately handed over to the enemy by you."

"Considering the number they originally possessed, what if they choose to kill Itadori Hisahito directly and destroy those fingers along with him?!"

"The fish was caught, and the fish was caught. The fish was caught quickly, and the fish was caught in a cold ...

"Otherwise, I'll kill you right here."

Rime was undoubtedly furious at that moment.

The school's fingers were something easily recyclable, and with the addition of [unclear text - possibly a typo or incomplete sentence], it became clear that [unclear text - possibly a typo or incomplete sentence].

He had gone through a lot of hardship to collect three fingers, and when he returned, he found that two of his previous collection had been easily given away. How could he not be furious?

What's even more infuriating is that Yuujin Itadori, the vessel they carefully selected for Lord Sukuna, was supposed to stay here to receive the fingers and wait for Lord Sukuna to be fully resurrected. In the end, they couldn't even protect this most important vessel.

"Rime, calm down." Kaori Itadori still had a smile on her face, showing no anger even though she had just been attacked by ice spikes.

"Don't worry, everything is going according to plan. Gojo Satoru and Duanmu Yan are indeed very strong, but their biggest weakness is that they are too soft-hearted."

Louhu and Yaoji, who were sunbathing on the beach nearby, jumped up from their deck chairs almost simultaneously upon hearing this.

Being too soft-hearted?

Those two wanted to skin them alive. Hua Yu was completely wiped out in their hands. Yao Ji's head still occasionally aches. Is that what you call being soft-hearted?

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"They are both very accepting of humans and won't just stand by and watch a boy who can suppress Sukuna die in vain, so Itadori Yuujin is safe now, there's no need to worry about that."

She tucked her hands into her sleeves, the sea breeze gently swaying Kaori Itadori's short hair. Her gaze swept across the sea, as if she were looking at a chess game that had already been set up.

"I had my reasons for handing Hisahito Itadori over to them. With our current strength, it would be impossible to take the finger from them."

"But after the container is delivered, they will actively feed the fingers to Itadori Yuujin one by one. Once all the fingers are concentrated in one person's body, Sukuna will be able to be resurrected in his complete form."

The chill on Rimei's face gradually subsided.

He flicked the ice crystals from his sleeve and snorted coldly, "That had to be. If you dare to do anything to harm Lord Su Nuo, I advise you to give up that idea as soon as possible. Otherwise—I will kill you with my own hands."

"No. We've known each other for so long, don't you know me?"

Rimei said no more, turned and left with a flick of her sleeve.

"Oh dear, Miss Itadori, what's wrong?"

After the argument ended, a man with stitches all over his face turned his head slightly.

He lay on the wicker chair with his head propped up, a book open on his lap. Even though his companions had just been at each other's throats, he quietly turned the pages of the book.

"It's nothing, just some disagreements." He looked up and said, "It's nothing, just a few disagreements."

The man put down his book, tilted his head, and asked curiously, "Miss Itadori, what is your relationship with that human named Itadori Hisahito? Why do you have the same surname?"

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.

The man thought about it for a moment, then nodded, accepting the explanation.

Then he changed the subject, with a mix of childlike anticipation and distress.

"By the way, do you have a way to deal with those two strongest humans you mentioned before? Otherwise, the thing we curse spirits are hoping for will never come."

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The real man sighed deeply and leaned back in his rattan chair. "Even Yao Ji and Lou Hu are no match for them. Are we doomed?"

"We can just wait to die!"

The water clock and the fairy maiden on the beach also fell silent.

If those two people cannot be dealt with, the cursed spirit will never have a chance to rise again.

The death of Hanamichi, the defeat of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, the humiliation of being trapped in this small room... all these debts are tied to those two names.

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Next, all she had to do was wait for him to awaken... and then, what she was hoping for would happen.

There's always a way.

Chapter 239 The Senior's Concern

Tokyo Vocational High School, sports field.

Under the bright sunshine, the first-year students are receiving "care" from their seniors on the training field.

"Ahhh, don't come any closer!" Fushiguro Megumi was running wildly on the playground, with a cloud of dust chasing after her.

Mayi flew through the air on her broomstick, grinning as she shouted down, "Don't run away, come at Maki-nee!"

"Are you kidding me!" Fushiguro Megumi shouted back as she ran, "I don't understand! Why are we fighting Maki-senpai? This is too dangerous!"

"This is to improve your close-combat skills! I heard from Gojo-sensei that you were actually injured by a level one cursed spirit. I'm going to train you properly, so don't even think about running away!"

Maki called out from behind, but she didn't go fast. She kept a steady pace, following not far behind Kei, trying to wear down the boy's stamina.

On the rest platform next to them, Wild Rose rested her chin on her hand and counted the number of laps they had run: "That's the twenty-third lap. Senior's stamina is really good."

Huzhang sat down next to him, tilted his head back and took a swig of water: "It's alright, this lap looks like it's only two hundred meters."

Wild Rose turned her head and looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a monster: "I don't want to talk to a physical monster like you."

Despite his rustic appearance, Itari's stamina is terrifying. He's always the first to finish any training assignments given by Gojo-sensei. I really don't understand where his energy comes from.

The door to the training ground was pushed open, and Panda and Dog Roll walked in.

The former, carrying a large bag of water and snacks, waved towards the rest area from afar: "Hey, are you guys still training?"

The two walked over to the medica and wild rose and put the bag on the ground.

The panda squatted down and took things out of the bag: "Eat up. We didn't know what you guys liked to eat, so we just bought some things according to your own preferences."

Dog Roll took two bags of potato chips from the bag and expressed his gratitude in his usual concise way: "Sheng Jinzi."

The Japanese knotweed and wild rose didn't stand on ceremony; after thanking them, they unpacked the food and started eating.

The group sat on the edge of the rest area, chatting casually.

Wild Rose looked at Fushiguro Megumi, who was still being chased by Maki on the playground, and then at Mai, who was riding a broom in the sky. Suddenly, she turned to Panda and asked, "Speaking of which, why do I feel like Fushiguro and Maki and Mai are so familiar with each other?"

The panda, who was about to put a potato chip in its mouth, stopped when it heard this: "Of course they're familiar, they've lived together for almost ten years."

Wild rose and Japanese knotweed both showed expressions of shock.

Panda explained, "Don't you know? Maki and Mai were born into the Zen family, but because of some things that happened, they were later adopted by Chairman Duanmu."

"Fukuguro was also raised by Chairman Duanmu and Teacher Gojo. They lived together since they were little. By the way, our second-grade students Nanako and Mimiko were adopted by Teacher Natsuyu."

Huzhang was immediately taken aback and blurted out, "So it's a family business?"

Wild Rose clicked her tongue twice and crossed her arms: "So you're all people with connections."

Panda thought about it carefully, "It shouldn't be considered a family business, nor should it be considered a business based on connections. After all, there's no blood relation between them."

With a biscuit in his mouth, Itadori turned the conversation to the two second-year students in front of him: "So, what about you and Inujuu-senpai?"

The panda proudly puffed out its chest and said in a loud voice, "I am a cursed corpse personally created by Principal Nightmoth! As for Dog Roll, he is a descendant of the Cursed Word Clan."

Dog Roll nodded beside him. "Salmon."

"I can't... I really can't run anymore..." After finishing her fortieth lap, Fushiguro Megumi finally collapsed on the track, unable to bear the strain.

As a summoner, having this much stamina is already quite remarkable.

Maki stepped forward, grabbed him from the ground, and carried him toward the rest platform.

Mayi, who was in the sky, also lowered her broom and followed behind her sister.

A group of people sat around the rest area, sharing snacks brought by the panda.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, a white-haired figure walked in through the door.

Gojo Satoru raised one hand and shouted to the group, "Hey, everyone's here! Everyone look this way, I have an announcement to make! This year's exchange meeting has been revamped. You can check the specific rules on your phones later."

The group instinctively picked up their phones to check notifications. Taking advantage of this moment, Gojo Satoru boldly squeezed into the middle of the group and sat down, looking expectantly at the pile of snack bags on the table: "Is there anything sweet?"

The panda reached into the bag and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a few lollipops and handing them to him.

"Yay!" Gojo Satoru took it without hesitation, unwrapped the candy, stuffed it into his mouth, then leaned back and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

After a while, Gojo Satoru lay on the lounge chair without caring about his image, one hand still touching his stomach.

"Everyone should have finished reading by now, right? If you have any questions, feel free to ask your most handsome teacher, which is me~"

Huzhang was the first to raise his hand: "Teacher, how are the points calculated? How big is our battle arena?"

"According to Duanmu, level four curse spirits don't get any points, level three gets one point, level two gets ten points... and so on. As for the venue, you'll find out when the time comes."

Haddock nodded thoughtfully.