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

At 5 p.m., shortly after the dismissal bell rang at Miyagi Prefectural Sugisawa Third High School.

Yuji Itadori walked out of the school gate alone, carrying his schoolbag, the setting sun casting a long shadow behind him.

I just sent my grandfather to be cremated this morning. The ceremony was very simple, with only staff, elders, and myself in attendance.

The urn is currently being temporarily stored at the hospital; he needs to go and retrieve it.

What are you doing now, senior?

The thought suddenly popped into my head, and thinking about the scene from last night still makes my ears burn.

No, no, no, when did I become so weak?

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a LINE message from Sasaki-senpai.

"Sasaki-senpai": Itadori-kun! Tonight at 10 PM, in the club activity room, today we're going to break the seal on that thing!

After looking at the message on the screen, Itachi thought for a moment and then replied.

"Kutane": Sorry, I have something to do today, how about tomorrow?

The message was sent out, and the senior student replied quickly.

"Sasaki-senpai": It's okay, it's okay, Iguchi and I are fine too! (￣▽￣*)b

They're really in high spirits!

Urajima smirked and put away his phone.

Well, I'm really not in the mood today. Grandpa's ashes haven't been brought home yet. I'll ask them again tomorrow if they've found the real thing.

He exhaled, and white vapor dissipated in the cool air.

It's already April, but it's still so cold.

Huzhang tightened his collar and walked towards the hospital.

At Miyagi Prefectural General Hospital, Uruga completed the formalities and received a jar from a staff member.

The jar wasn't big or heavy; he held it in both hands, his fingers gripping it tightly.

This is what Grandpa had left behind.

he thinks.

After the flames died down, the last weight a person left behind was only this little bit, turning into a small handful of dust that was placed in an exquisite container.

"Mr. Uruga, please accept our condolences," a staff member said in a low voice.

"Okay, thank you." Itari snapped out of his daze, nodded, and turned to leave the hospital, clutching the jar.

Then he heard footsteps.

Steady footsteps approached him at a leisurely pace.

"You're Hisahito Itadori, right?"

Huzhang raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

A boy in a black uniform with an unusual hairstyle emerged from the shadows and stopped a few steps in front of him.

"I am Fukuro, a specialist in sorcery. I'm sorry, time is running out." His expression was cold, his eyes sharp, staring intently at Itajimaru. "The cursed object you possess is dangerous. Hand it over to me immediately."

"A cursed object?" Itadori frowned. "What do you mean?"

Itachi recalled Mashiro's words: "Someone might be looking for you soon."

Could this be the person they're talking about?

Fu Hei took two steps forward, took out his phone, and opened the photo album. "You have this, right?"

"Hmm?" Itachi leaned closer and took a closer look.

Isn't this the box I found?

"Yes, I found this." He nodded. "I don't really care, but since the seniors like it, you have to tell me why, right?"

"Sigh." Fukuro scratched his head and sighed, explaining the relationship between curses and cursed objects to Itajō.

Itadori's expression also turned serious. "They said they're going to break the seal at the school tonight. Isn't that a bad sign?"

Fu Hei's face darkened completely. "It's not just bad, they're going to die."

He turned around immediately, his movements swift and decisive. "Lead the way. Quickly."

Huzhang looked at the jar in his hand and gritted his teeth.

Grandpa, this is a critical moment, I'm sorry.

Without further hesitation, Huzhang placed the jar at the nurses' station. "Sorry, I'll come back for it tomorrow."

After saying that, he ran towards the school at a very fast speed and caught up with Fushiguro Megumi in no time.

......

At the same time, Mashiro stood on the rooftop of the teaching building.

With her eyes closed, her magical power surged like a tide, silently enveloping the entire activity room.

She could clearly perceive everything that happened in the activity room.

"Good! It's finally open!" The flickering candlelight illuminated Sasaki's face, revealing her expression shifting from excitement to terror.

"A human finger? Is it real?"

A dark shadow silently descended from above, and the cursed spirit attacked.

Space cutting.

Without hesitation, Mashiro attacked, using invisible curse power to cut through the cursed spirit and block the first wave of attacks for them.

"I'm sorry, I can't save you right now, but I promise you won't die."

She muttered to herself, once again channeling her magical power to secretly create an escape route for the two of them.

She was waiting for Fu Hei and Hu Zhang to arrive.

Soon after, while she was clearing out the minions and secretly protecting the two of them, Fukuro arrived with his shikigami.

"Jade Dog, go!" He conjured dog-shaped hand shadows with both hands, and two canine spirits pounced forward, biting and killing the cursed spirits blocking his way from the left and right.

Okay, here it comes.

Mashiro withdrew her curse power, concealed her aura, and hid herself in the darkness, waiting for Itadori to awaken.

......

What am I afraid of?

Tiger Stick pounded his leg hard as his grandfather's words echoed in his ears once more.

You are very strong; you should help others.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and in the next second, he leaped into the school.

Where are they now?

Itari ran, his ears catching sounds from inside the school building. "There it is."

He lowered his center of gravity, exerted force with both legs, and smashed the glass like a cannonball.

"Polygonum cuspidatum?"

That guy named Fu Hei looks completely clueless, what's so surprising about that?

Itadori didn't answer. He twisted in mid-air and kicked the cursed spirit hard, saving Sasaki and Iguchi.

The cursed spirit let out a deafening roar and charged at them in a rage.

"Although I want to ask you why you came, well done." Fu Hei intercepted the cursed spirit first, and with a flash of magic in his hand, successfully removed it.

He bent down to pick up the cursed object from the ground, his face solemn. "These are the fingers of Ryomen Sukuna."

Before he could finish speaking, the ceiling suddenly exploded!

An even more powerful cursed spirit descended from above, its size filling the entire corridor.

"Run!" Fuhei pushed Tiger Staff aside, but he himself was grabbed tightly by the swarm of cursed spirits.

"【Nue】!" Fukuro gritted his teeth, trying to summon his shikigami, but the cursed spirit gave him no chance to breathe, slamming him forcefully against the wall. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"cough!"

The cursed spirit relentlessly pursued him, and with a loud bang, it slammed Fu Hei out of the teaching building, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

"Are you alright?" Itachi punched the cursed spirit back temporarily and came to Fukuro's side.

"It's useless. People without magical power can't kill cursed spirits."

"What? So, as long as I have magical power, that's enough, right?"

His gaze fell on the withered finger on the ground.

Without hesitation, he bent down, picked it up, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, a violent surge of magical power erupted from his body.

Mashiro leaned against the wall, her crimson eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness, staring intently at everything happening opposite her.

Her perception of curse power reached its limit when Itajima swallowed her finger.

When that cursed power erupted, even though she was prepared, her heart still contracted violently uncontrollably.

After waiting for so long, it's finally here!

She murmured softly, her voice filled with undisguised trembling and excitement.

The strongest in history, the four-handed overlord, the two-faced one, the king of curses, the loan expert, the one who loves the most, and the one who will teach you spatial slashing.

"The King of Curses, Two-Faced Sukuna."