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

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.

In the operations room of this high school, Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair.

He crossed his arms and placed them on his lap, with an eye mask on his face, and was resting with his eyes closed.

On the table in front of me lay half a bag of cookies and a drink that I had only taken a few sips of.

People around him were repeatedly checking the communication channels and barrier monitoring data, and footsteps echoed from one end of the corridor to the other.

He heard all of this, and then, the moment the tent rose, he felt the fluctuation and opened his eyes.

Has he finally arrived? Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too long.

He finished the drink on the table in one gulp, then stood up, stretched his arms back, and moved his body around.

Rakuenji, seated in the center of the operations room, saw him stand up and asked sternly, "Is it time to begin?"

"That's right." Gojo Satoru shook his neck one last time, making a series of crisp cracking sounds. "The tent has been unfolded."

Great, I've done my physical activity, time to go see my old friends.

Gojo Satoru pushed the door open, and the cold wind from the corridor rushed in, causing his collar to flip up to one side. "I'll go first. You guys take care of the rest of the work."

He glanced behind him; the people in the operations room were getting busy.

Nocturnal Moth Masamichi stood in front of the main control panel, his hands supporting him on the countertop, his back to the door.

Gojo Satoru smiled and flew out the door.

Moth gazed intently at his departing figure, then stared at the control panel screen in front of her for a moment.

The power monitoring values ​​representing different areas of Shibuya are turning red one by one.

He took a deep breath, turned around, faced everyone in the operations room, and waved his hand, "Everyone, wartime alert! Use the communications facilities to notify all combat personnel!"

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the operations room stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"yes!"

His response came from a dozen or so people who stood up in front of the control consoles in each row.

Among them are original staff members from the vocational college, as well as people temporarily transferred from branches in various places in the past few days.

They ranged in age from their early twenties to their forties, their faces serious, bearing a sense of responsibility and mission.

Moth swept his gaze across the faces of the crowd, and a different feeling welled up inside him as he looked at them.

This is the kind of united sorcery community he wanted to see, not those rotten oranges giving blind orders and leading to self-destruction.

Once everything was ready, everyone looked at the commander-in-chief, and no one spoke.

The moth raised its right hand and waved it forward.

"Let's begin."

At the command, the operations room erupted in noise: the sound of chairs being pushed aside, the beeping of walkie-talkies switching channels, and the rapid footsteps on the concrete floor all rang out simultaneously.

"Communications team, double-check the communication emulators. Logistics team, proceed to the pre-positioned supply depot outside the tent. Medical team, join the logistics team and complete all deployments within thirty minutes!"

"Communications team received. The communications dummy vehicle is in position and will depart in five minutes."

"The logistics team has loaded the supplies onto the trucks and is now heading to the tent to wait."

"Medical team received, convoy to commence operations."

"Notify all combat personnel that they are about to enter the fray."

"clear!"

Footsteps echoed like drums in the corridor, and the doors to each room opened and closed repeatedly as department heads emerged from their preparation rooms and joined the flow of people.

......

Inside the communications team's operations room, all team members stood in front of their workstations.

The room was small, with two rows of devices against the wall flashing green and yellow indicator lights.

A map of Shibuya was displayed on the projection screen in the center, with a dark circular area that was constantly expanding around the edge of the map, next to which was a real-time updated value of the curse power.

In the corner were several wooden crates, each about half a person's height, with black numbers sprayed on them.

"Captain, the communication golems have been debugged. All thirty-six in each group have passed the test!"

The deputy leader of the communications team straightened up from the pile of equipment, holding a palm-sized metal ball in his hands, and reported loudly.

"Great, that's very energetic!"

The team leader patted the vice-captain on the shoulder, then turned around to face all the team members.

He looked at the people in front of him, some old, some young, some calm, some nervous, but everyone was looking at him.

He took a deep breath, then spoke in a loud, resonant voice: "All members! Listen up!"

The room quieted down, and he took two steps forward, standing to the side of the projection screen.

The dark circle on the projection screen was very noticeable.

"This is a daunting task; the future of humanity depends on this war!"

"Those damned cursed spirits actually want to replace us humans! If they win this time, humanity's future will be over!"

"I'm not exaggerating! Your mission today determines whether every sorcerer who is fighting desperately in the tent can come out alive."

He patted the black area on the projector screen. "They need communication, they need to know their teammates' locations, they need to know which areas have been cleared and which areas still have enemies. It all depends on us!"

He stopped, his gaze sweeping from the first row to the last, and everyone's expression became solemn.

"We are not combatants, but we must make all other preparations for them!"

"yes!"

"The sound is too soft, I can't hear it!"

"yes!!!"

The chorus of responses echoed in the room, drowning out the hum of the equipment and the constant footsteps coming from the corridor.

The captain smiled and waved his hand: "Everyone, move out!"

With a roar, one car after another sped along, engines blaring.

The communications team's special vehicle drove out of the college's underground parking garage, exited the college's main gate, and left a red trail of light in the night.

The vehicle contained a communication puppet that Yukichi had prepared in advance. It was small in size, but it could ensure that there were no abnormalities in the communication within the tent.

Their task was to circle around the Shibuya tent and deploy the communication golems from all directions outside the tent.

Each communication golem is an independent signal node, capable of maintaining uninterrupted spell communication within the tent.

The design incorporates some redundancy, ensuring that communication will not be interrupted unless a large number of puppets are destroyed simultaneously.

The team leader, sitting in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

"Upon arrival, Group A will circle the tent from the left, and Group B from the right. We must cover all areas!"

"Don't panic if a node is damaged; it won't lose connection immediately. Just add another one!"

"Group A received."

"Group B received."

"Very good, let's get started!"

After giving the instructions, he put down the walkie-talkie and reached out to roll down the car window.

The night wind blew in, carrying the dry chill of Tokyo's autumn.

He looked up and saw that the sky in the direction of Shibuya was no longer filled with stars and the moon. The tent covered the entire block completely, looking from a distance like a giant coffin, ready to bury everyone.

He stared at the tent for a long time, muttering to himself, "From now on, it all depends on you sorcerers."

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Many people seem to think I'm a reincarnation, but I'm actually a novice writer.

My first book was written half a year ago; I wrote tens of thousands of words outside and then cut it off. This is my second book.

I learned a lot during this time, and looking back at what I wrote half a year ago, it really doesn't seem like something a human would write.

So strictly speaking, this is the first book I intend to write properly.

The reason I started reading this book is because the third season and Akuta Kenshin are so good.

Although I can't write as good a book as that one, I was still very excited when I opened it.

Now the big event has finally arrived; even I, who wrote the previous part, am getting a little anxious.

But I don't want to write a very short piece; I want to write as much as possible.

As I wrote the second volume, I felt the same excitement and joy as when I first started writing, and I wanted to depict the inner turmoil of my heart.

To reiterate, Volume 2: The Shibuya Incident has officially begun!

There will be many shifts in perspective, so please learn from Mashiro and try to adapt (laughs).

Thank you for reading this far, love you all!

Sincerely, Hajime ♡