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

Qi Haijian walked steadily ahead.

Mashiro, wrapped in his suit jacket, silently followed half a step behind. The jacket was too big for her, the hem almost reaching her knees, but it did a good job of concealing the tattered clothes and the injuries on her body.

The silence lasted for several blocks until Mashiro spoke first while waiting at a red light at an intersection.

"Mr. Nanami".

"Um?"

"Get me some identification," she said calmly and casually. "An adult's identification, something that can handle everyday use. The name will still be Kujo Mashiro. The cost will be deducted from my next payment."

Nanami didn't stop walking, but turned his head to the side, his gaze behind his glasses lingering on her face for a moment.

The green light came on, and he stepped across the zebra crossing, with Mashiro jogging a couple of steps to catch up.

"Reason." His tone was devoid of emotion.

"I need to go to Sendai. Right now, I can't buy a ticket or stay in a hotel, I can't do anything." Mashiro's reason was direct and realistic: "I need an identity that allows me to move around normally, at least enough to get by."

"This is a forged document," Nanami stated the facts.

"I know. So it's a transaction. I pay and bear all the risks." Mashiro looked up at his cold, hard profile. "Once we have the documents, the source is cut off. Even if something goes wrong in the future, it will only be traced back to Kujo Mashiro."

Her words were clear and concise, which made Nanami fall silent for a few seconds.

"Why Sendai?" he asked again. "Is it a personal matter? Is it related to your family?"

You can't exactly say you went to find the main character, can you?

"...Both are possible, that's the answer." Mashiro silently wiped away her cold sweat and said ambiguously.

Could it be a fight over the family fortune? She's willing to risk her life for money; it's quite possible.

Qi Hai was lost in thought and didn't ask any further questions; his adult sense of propriety kept him there.

After crossing another intersection, the lights of a bus stop could be seen in the distance. Nanami stopped and turned to face Mashiro.

"Photographs," he said.

Mashiro took out her phone, unlocked it, brought up the camera, and handed it to Nanami.

Then she took a few steps back from the lamppost, stood at the edge of the lamplight's glow, and took off her worn-out baseball cap.

Her silver hair was loose and blowing in the wind. She reached out from under her suit jacket and tidied her hair again. Then she raised her face and looked calmly at the camera with her red eyes.

Nanami raised her phone, aimed it at her, and pressed the shutter.

With a click, Nanami looked at the photo on her phone. The light was a little blurry, but the facial features were clear.

He handed the phone back, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Tomorrow morning, Shibuya Station East Exit, locker number 107, password 1123."

"Inside you'll find a driver's license and a simplified resident registration form. The driver's license is a real blank certificate, and the photo will be replaced, but the resident registration form is a replica, and you need to remember the basic information."

"How much?."

"Three hundred thousand."

"Okay." Mashiro nodded, put her phone away, and put her hat back on.

Nanami looked at her, this girl who was covered in wounds but didn't care at all, and who forged documents as easily as buying a bottle of water, and finally just sighed softly.

"Get in." He hailed a passing empty taxi and opened the back door.

Mashiro glanced at the taxi, her fingers slowly stroking the back of her other hand, and softly said, "Thank you for this jacket..."

"Keep wearing it, return it to me next time we meet." Nanami interrupted her, "I've prepared a room for you, get some rest, and we'll set off again tomorrow."

Zhenbai paused for a moment, nodded, and bent down to get into the car.

Qi Guan closed the car door and gave the driver an address. The car window slowly rolled up, separating the inside from the outside.

Mashiro leaned back in her chair, tilting her head as she watched Nanami's figure rapidly shrink outside the window until it disappeared around the street corner.

Thank you, reliable adult.

This was the first time Mashiro had felt warmth in this world. She closed her eyes and unknowingly fell asleep.

......

The next morning, at the east exit of Shibuya Station.

Mashiro took a brown paper bag from locker number 107. She went to the corner and opened it; inside was a laminated copy of a resident registration certificate and a driver's license.

The photo on the license is of her, but her skin tone and features have been subtly altered, making her look much more mature. Her name is Kujo Mashiro, and her age is twenty.

Is this still Japan? Such fast efficiency! They're truly reliable adults.

While complaining, she arrived at the station, put Cong Yu into her instrument bag and carried it on her back, covering the exterior with her magic power so that at least the security check wouldn't be able to detect it.

At the Shinkansen ticket window, she handed over her driver's license and cash, "a ticket to Sendai."

The ticket seller checked her ID, glanced up at her, said nothing, and then went down to issue the ticket.

A few minutes later, she walked to the platform with her ticket in hand.

The train arrived at the station on time. She found a seat, put her luggage away, and sat down.

The scenery outside the window began to speed up. Mashiro looked out the window and drew circles on the table with her finger.

Yuji Itadori of Sugisawa Third High School in Sendai.

She recalled the plot of Jujutsu Kaisen; the original work didn't specify a date, only that it was this month.

She needs to get closer and observe Huzhang; at least she needs to know about it the night he bit his finger.

This was the first time since she came into this world that she had so actively approached a character in the story.

I'm a little excited. Although I don't know how her addition will affect the plot, as long as we follow the original storyline, there shouldn't be too much of a deviation.

"I want to see for myself just how strong that King of Curses really is." Mashiro thought, her heart pounding faster, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her face.

The train arrived in Sendai around noon.

Mashiro walked out of the station without stopping, opened her phone's map, and followed the navigation towards her destination.

About half an hour later, she stood outside the main gate of Miyagi Prefectural Sugisawa Third High School.

A faint commotion and chants could be heard from the campus.

Is it lunch break time?

Looking through the iron gate, Mashiro could see the outline of the teaching building, and in the distance, some students in sportswear were running on the wide playground.

Mashiro didn't approach, but instead walked along the street outside the school, observing as she went.

First, we need to find a place to stay near the school to facilitate our next steps.

Her gaze fell on the apartment buildings and small two- or three-story buildings along the street, assessing their angles, distances, and concealment.

She stopped on a relatively quiet one-way street on the southeast side of the school.

In front of me is a five-story apartment building with a clean exterior. The fourth and fifth floors have west-facing windows and balconies.

She went upstairs to take a look and realized that living here offered an excellent view overlooking the entire school playground.

"This will do." Mashiro took out her phone and dialed the rental company's number posted in the hallway. "Hello, I'd like to inquire about something..."

Fifteen minutes later, a young professional in his thirties arrived. After reviewing the identification provided by Mashiro, he took her upstairs to see the apartment.

The room available for short-term rental is a corner room on the fourth floor, with a usable area of ​​about 20 tucks (approximately 33 square meters, according to Doubao search).

The room was new, with a simple kitchen and bathroom, and basic amenities such as air conditioning, a refrigerator, and a washing machine. Most importantly, it had a large west-facing window—offering a wide view, clearly showing the entire Sugisawa Third High School area, and even the silhouettes of several students practicing shooting.

"The view is great, but it can be quite noisy at certain times," the agent explained. "The shortest contract is one month, with a monthly rent of 85,000 yen, including management fees. A one-month deposit is required. If you're sure, you can move in today." (It seems there are many other fees involved in renting in Japan, which I've omitted.)

Mashiro stood by the window, her gaze sweeping across the playground before settling on the school building further away. At this distance, with her enhanced vision using her magical powers, she could even see the students in the classrooms. The room itself exceeded her expectations, and it even had ready-made furniture, so she didn't need to buy any more.

"This is the one."

The leasing procedures were quickly completed at a nearby real estate company branch.

Mashiro paid the rent and deposit, and received the key and check-in instructions.

Back in my newly rented room, I locked the door, walked to the center of the room, put down my instrument case and backpack, organized my few belongings, and sat on the balcony looking at the school not far away.

"A bloody storm is coming soon."

Mashiro sighed, tracing circles on her knee with her fingers. She should make some appropriate contact tomorrow.