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

It's been raining in Sendai for the past few days, and the mornings are always a bit damp.

Mashiro stood by the apartment window, looking at the map on her phone, her attention focused on two locations.

Sugisawa Third High School and Miyagi Prefectural General Hospital.

Her gaze lingered on the hospital for a long time.

Yamasuke Itadori left behind the dying words, "I want to die surrounded by people," a single sentence that defined Hisahito Itadori's lifelong role.

She wanted to meet him, to see this legendary old man in person, which was also a small wish of hers as a fan of the work.

At the same time, this is also an opportunity. If we can gain the trust of Itadori Yasusuke, we can naturally establish a relationship with Itadori Hisahito.

This way, she can intervene in the plot later on. She needs an identity that can connect her with Hisahito Itadori, and his grandfather's guarantee is definitely the most effective way.

"I need to tell him some information about Rōsō and Itō Jin," Mashiro muttered to herself, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on the window frame. "That should be enough to gain his trust."

She changed into a mature outfit and tied her silver hair into a high ponytail, looking both formal and cute.

She put Cong Yu into her violin case, slung it over her shoulder, and walked out of the apartment.

Miyagi Prefectural General Hospital is an old building, and the air is filled with the overpowering smell of disinfectant.

Mashiro sniffed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Instead of going directly to the ward, she stood there, the curse power gradually spreading from her body.

Hospitals, places rife with negative emotions, are prone to nurturing high-level cursed spirits; she needs to confirm this first.

"There was no particularly strong aura of the cursed spirit; only the faintest fly-like creature was wriggling in the corner, posing no threat whatsoever."

almost.

She got up, walked into the inpatient building, and took the elevator to the fourth floor where the internal medicine ward was located.

The corridor was quiet, with the occasional nurse pushing a medicine cart passing by. Her steps were light, her eyes quickly scanning the nameplates on the ward doors.

She stopped in front of ward 409. The door was ajar, and suppressed coughing could be heard from inside.

Mashiro stood in the doorway, took a deep breath, and gently patted her cheeks with both hands. "Now comes the main event, Mashiro."

She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door with her knuckles.

"Please come in," a hoarse voice said.

She pushed the door open and entered.

The ward was a single room, not very big, with the window open and a gentle breeze blowing through the light blue curtains.

An elderly man with white hair was sitting on the hospital bed. He was very thin, but his deep-set eyes were unusually clear, staring straight at her.

"Hello," Mashiro said from the doorway, her tone polite and respectful. "Excuse me for bothering you, Mr. Itadori."

The old man squinted, looking her up and down. "I don't know you. Wrong room?"

"No. I came here specifically to see you." Mashiro entered the room, leaving the door ajar, not wanting to arouse suspicion.

She stood a short distance from the foot of the bed, maintaining a proper distance from the elderly man.

"My name is Kujo Mashiro. There are some things I think you should know about your son, Itadori Jin, and your grandson, Itadori Hisahito."

Upon hearing his son's and grandson's names, Itadori Yasuke's eyes suddenly sharpened; even on his sickbed, the sharp-witted old man's gaze remained undiminished.

"What do you mean?"

"Your daughter-in-law, Kaori Itadori, passed away before your grandson, Hisahito, was born." She spoke calmly, staring directly into Yasuke Itadori's eyes. "The one who lived on as Kaori Itadori afterward was a sorcerer named Rōzō who possessed your daughter-in-law's body."

The ward fell into dead silence, with only the rhythmic ticking of the medical equipment and the old man's heavy breathing.

"...Evidence." After a long silence, Itadori Yasuke squeezed out two words through clenched teeth, his fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly.

"I have no evidence, but I know why Tosaku did this," Mashiro continued, her tone sincere and her eyes direct, hoping that Itadori Yabusuke would believe her.

"It was no accident that your son, Kintoki, conceived Hisahito through a union with Raso; it was part of Raso's plan. Hisahito was a vessel it deliberately created for a certain purpose."

The old man's pupils contracted sharply. "A container... what container?!" Itadori Yasuke's voice trembled with excitement as he struggled to sit up, triggering a violent cough.

Mashiro stepped forward and gently helped him up. "In order to house the vessel for the cursed king Sukuna, Yuujin's future is destined to be anything but peaceful. He will attract danger and encounter things that ordinary people cannot even imagine."

She paused, observing the old man's reaction.

Itadori Yasuke's face was ashen, but besides shock and pain, there was also a trace of regret in his eyes. He believed it.

He had long sensed something was off about his son and daughter-in-law; if only he had been a little more resolute back then...

"Why...why are you telling me all this?" the old man asked breathlessly, his gaze fixed on Mashiro. "What is your purpose?"

"I want you to know the truth." Mashiro looked directly at him. "You have the right to know the truth about your family's fate before you leave. As for what I want..."

"Yuji Itadori, I will make him the vessel for Sukuna."

"What?!" Itadori Yasuke's eyes widened, but before he could finish speaking, Mashiro interrupted him.

"This is the only way to eliminate Sukuna. In exchange, I will guarantee Hisahito Itadori's safety." Mashiro told him frankly, "I need someone he trusts to vouch for me. You, Mr. Itadori, are the only person Hisahito Itadori can completely trust."

"You expect me to agree just like that?" The old man's eyes held a mixture of mockery and probing. "Based on these few nonsensical words of yours?"

"Things always proceed as usual, and they don't change because of any individual's will." Mashiro sighed. "Yuji Itadori is destined to become the vessel for Sukuna; this is his fate, and we can only change a small part of it."

The ward fell silent again, with only the sound of the wind outside the window.

Itadori Yasuke stared intently at her, trying to discern her true intentions.

This silver-haired girl was too young, yet her behavior was too composed. He didn't know whether he should believe this girl who was saying things that were no different from driving his grandson to his death.

After a long while, the old man let out a long, weary breath and closed his eyes.

"...Hirujin, that boy, is so kind, too kind." He spoke hoarsely, his voice filled with deep weariness and love for his grandson. "He always thinks of others, never of himself. However, I also hope that he can help others, even if he doesn't receive any thanks."

He opened his eyes and looked at Mashiro, his expression complex. "Will he survive?"

Don't tease the Tiger Emperor; he'll be invincible after he settles down.

"No matter what," Mashiro smiled, her cute smile dispelling the previous serious and cold atmosphere, "I will let him live."