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

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.

Good 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 markings on the curtain with his fingers.

"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 down on the table and looked up: "Seven times? That many?"

"Yes, the intervals are not fixed; they are distributed in seven different locations."

"Does that mean, besides the information we had about Kokichi, the other side also has seven other top-tier 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 more than seven." Mashiro suddenly spoke up, breaking the tense atmosphere. "It's impossible for the other party to have expanded their ranks so many Superior Spell 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," said Rakuganji, 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 progress really have such a big impact on a person's temperament?

"Their main force is definitely still in Shibuya. This is where they've been preparing for so long; the stage for the great battle will only be here." Gojo Satoru sat up straight and suddenly spoke. "Then of course I'll be stationed in Shibuya. How are you all allocating these locations?"

After a moment of silence, Moth said, "Nanami, you'll be paired with Ino."

Takuma Ino clenched his fist excitedly and cheered softly.

He really wanted to be in a group with his respected senior, Kento Nanami.

"You're in charge of Shinagawa Ward, which isn't far from Shibuya." Nightmo tapped on the map. "Once you're done, immediately head to Shibuya to provide support."

Nanami picked up the slightly cooled coffee on the table, took a sip, and said, "Understood. After exorcising the cursed spirit, we will move to Shibuya as soon as possible."

Moth nodded and continued setting up the locations that the others were responsible for.

Then, he turned his gaze to the spot against the wall, "Mashiro."

When her name was called, Mashiro slightly raised her head, waiting for what was to come.

"You will take the first-year students and handle the two areas separately." Night Moth brightened up the map area outside Shibuya.

Before he could speak again, Mashiro shook her head and interrupted him, "I'll stay in Shibuya with the first-years, and leave this to the second-years."

The moth paused slightly, a puzzled expression on its face. "What's the reason?"

"Their target isn't just Gojo Satoru, but also Sukuna," Mashiro said. "And they want to lure me and Gojo Satoru away, but they won't let us."

Moth was silent for a moment, then looked at Mashiro, his tone very serious: "Shibuya is the most dangerous place. Are you sure you want to arrange things this way?"

"Sure."

Hearing Mashiro's affirmative answer, Yagami nodded: "Then you should break in from the outside of Shibuya, stall for time as much as possible, and wait for reinforcements."

"clear."

Night Moth looked at Gojo Satoru again: "Satoru, are you going to the innermost part of Shibuya with Mashiro?"

Gojo Satoru stood up, stretched, and said, "No, I'll go alone."

The moth frowned.

"Their goal is to seal you away, and you're going in alone..."

"It's precisely because they want to seal me away that I went alone," Gojo Satoru interrupted him, his tone unusually serious. "The fewer openings I have when I'm alone, the less vulnerable I'll be."

"Oh, I didn't mean you were dragging us down, Masashiro," he quickly added.

"Okay, you're the fastest, so go find them first after we start." Mashiro nodded, not paying any attention.

The moth remained silent for a moment.

Are you sure?

"Sure."

"What if, I mean, what if..."

"Stop making your brother Gojo laugh." Gojo Satoru, his face covered by an eyepatch, moved away from the screen to face Yomo. "We'll win, because I'm the strongest."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say."

The moth trembled slightly, sensing that the more Gojo Satoru spoke, the less confident he became.

He quickly flipped the last document to the cover and closed it.

"Departure time is set immediately upon receiving the anomaly report; everyone must stand by until then. Each person should check their own equipment, and requests for magical artifacts must be submitted to Ijichi before noon."

He paused.

"Is there a problem?"

No one speaks.

Meeting adjourned.

Everyone stood up from their chairs and left the meeting room one by one, the atmosphere becoming somewhat heavy.

Indeed, with a major battle imminent, no one can remain uninvolved.

Rakuganji walked towards the door with his cane, stopping in front of Mashiro.

He looked down at her, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, tapped his cane, and walked out.

Masashi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. What did that mean?

What's the difference between this half-hearted attitude and stopping halfway through a sentence?

She hates two kinds of people the most: those who only say half of what they mean.

......

Gojo Satoru and Mashiro walked at the back. After they went out, he suddenly spoke.

"The students are now in your hands."

Mashiro glanced at him. "What is this? A last message?"

"How did you come to the conclusion that it was your last words?"

"That's the flag."

"Really? Is it really that serious?" Gojo Satoru sighed, his tone still relaxed. "My fortune reading for today was supposed to be the best."

"TV programs?"

"A TV program." Gojo Satoru nodded.

"Isn't that a lie?"

"As long as you set aside the unreasonable parts, there is still some truth to it."

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