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

The night wind howled between the dilapidated school buildings, stirring up dust.

Knotweed, oh no, now it's Ryoumen Sukuna.

He slowly straightened up, his joints, which had been dormant for thousands of years, began to readjust to movement.

He raised his hand, examining his palm in the moonlight, his fingers opening and closing, confirming his resurrection.

Then, a wide grin spread across his face, a crazy and gleeful smile that looked even more terrifying on Itō's usually sunny face.

"Ah, just as I thought!" He let out a satisfied sigh. "Moonlight is only truly enjoyable when experienced with the body."

He turned his neck, his cervical spine cracking, and his gaze swept over Fu Heihui, who was sprawled among the rubble, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, struggling to get up.

He curled his lip; he wouldn't even bother to pass up a sorcerer of that caliber.

"Hmph, the flesh of cursed spirits is too boring!" He spread his arms wide, looked at the distant residential area, and laughed loudly. "Great! We've wiped them all out!"

"—But before that."

His arrogant laughter stopped abruptly. He turned his head, his gaze passing over the dilapidated school buildings and locking onto the edge of the rooftop of the opposite teaching building.

Although the place appeared empty, Su Nuo sensed that a person was standing there.

From the moment he appeared, she observed him without restraint, her magical energy fluctuations unusually stable, as if she was not surprised at all by his appearance.

"Oh?" Su Nuo's lips curled up again, the crimson lines on his face gleaming slightly. "This is rather interesting."

He completely ignored the seriously injured Fushiguro Megumi at his feet, focusing all his attention on the rooftop.

"After watching for so long," Su Nuo's voice rose, carrying clearly into the distance, tinged with a cat-and-mouse mockery, "aren't you going to come out and say hello, you little mouse hiding your head and tail?"

On the edge of the rooftop, in the shadows.

Mashiro's breath caught in her throat for a few seconds the moment Sukuna's gaze swept over her.

She was discovered, even though she hadn't planned to hide.

Her crimson pupils narrowed slightly in the shadows, and she could feel Su Nuo's cursed power casually sweeping over the area where she was.

His heart pounded heavily in his chest, his fighting spirit ignited, but was firmly suppressed by reason.

That's a two-sided Sukuna!

The instinct to fight is roaring, and a tingling sensation spreads through my fingertips.

She had to exert all her strength to control herself from immediately rushing out to him and uttering a thunderous statement, then instantly launching into an elbow strike.

But the next moment, an even larger surge of magical energy came from afar.

That undisguised power of incantation belonged to Gojo Satoru.

Upon discovering that Gojo Satoru was on his way, she could no longer help but smile.

Let's go then. Gojo Satoru will be here soon, so we'll have a backup plan.

The strongest in modern times is facing off against the strongest in history in a one-on-one battle—such a wonderful thing!

And... I simply can't stand it, the throbbing that seeps into my bones when I'm faced with something like this.

Mashiro stepped out of the shadows.

The moonlight shone on her, illuminating the Dharma wheel above her head, her long silver hair, her indifferent face, and her crimson eyes that seemed to burn like flames in the night.

"A mouse?" she said, her voice not loud, but it carried clearly in the wind. "Just observing the supporting actors on stage. You did a pretty good job."

Complete victory!

Mashiro was captivated by this exhilarating feeling.

The air went still for a moment.

Fushiguro Megumi looked up in disbelief at the silver-haired figure on the rooftop.

Who is she? When did she get there?

She possesses magical power, but it feels very strange.

More importantly, what was she saying to that monster?

Su Nuo's smile widened, and the fluctuations of his curse power gradually became more violent.

"A supporting character?" he repeated the word. "Interesting, kid. You don't take me seriously at all."

"Your time is running out," she said. "The main character is about to appear."

Su Nuo raised an eyebrow, his interest in looking at Mashiro growing even stronger.

"What do you mean?" Sukuna chuckled softly, his shoulders shrugging, his laughter laced with mockery. He raised his left arm and pointed at Mashiro. "With your cowardly, sneaky ways and petty tricks..."

His voice abruptly stopped.

Mashiro on the rooftop has disappeared.

The next moment, the air behind Su Nuo's left side emitted a sharp whistling sound as if it were being torn apart by a sharp object.

A silver arc of light appeared without warning, slashing towards his raised left arm!

The blade light was condensed to the extreme, with not a trace of magical power leaking out. The sharpness that could cut through everything was all contained within that arc as thin as a cicada's wing!

"You're the challenger, that's what I mean." Mashiro's fighting spirit soared, and her desire to perform also skyrocketed.

A magnificent, graceful, and swift strike arrived in an instant.

Su Nuo's crimson pupils suddenly contracted, but he did not dodge. He simply turned his arm slightly, covering his head with his magical power, and withstood Mashiro's attack.

"Clang!!!!

A metallic clang mingled with the shattering sound of space tearing apart!

The magical power gathered on Su Nuo's arm was cleaved open, and the silver blade light, still powerful, grazed his skin, leaving a wound.

"You've actually managed to do this much. Tell me your name."

Su Nuo said this, but the counterattack began the moment the wound appeared.

He didn't even look in the direction the slash came from; he casually swung his free right hand backward.

"boom--!!"

The compressed magical power exploded, instantly crushing a large area behind him into dust. The shockwave spread, and dust billowed into the sky.

But Mashiro's figure was no longer there.

"Kujou Mashiro, this is a name that will bring you nightmares, so remember it well."

She appeared atop the broken wall twenty meters away, standing proudly, her gaze sweeping across the ground, the Dharma wheel above her head spinning and leaving afterimages.

"Hmph, although his speed is not bad, he's just a brat who talks big." Su Nuo slowly turned around, raised his left hand, and looked at the wound on his arm that was being rapidly repaired by the surging magical power.

He licked his lips, his smile turning sinister. "The knife is not bad either. That irritating feeling... is it a top-grade cursed tool?"

He looked at Mashiro, assumed a fighting stance, and exuded murderous intent: "I've changed my mind. It'll be more fun to tear you apart with my own hands."

"That's how it should be, Sukuna." An excited voice rang out, completely unaffected by Sukuna's murderous aura.

On the broken wall, Mashiro gracefully twirled around, her silver hair flying in the night sky, her crimson eyes filled with a hint of madness, her arms outstretched towards Sukuna.

Come, let's dance freely in this bright moonlight.

Before he could finish speaking, Su Nuo's figure suddenly blurred.

coming!

Mashiro suddenly twisted her body, her waist bending into a light arc, and slapped the ground with both hands. The slash grazed the back of her neck, cutting off a few strands of flying silver hair.

The second strike caught up; she touched the top of the wall with her toes, her body floated up, and the broken wall beneath her feet collapsed.

Mashiro did two somersaults in the air and landed ten meters away.

"That's it? Sorry, you're the challenger."

She then bent down, lightly touched the ground with her left hand, gripped the knife with her right hand, and channeled her magical power into her legs.

Stomp on the ground.

The ground cracked, her figure disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of Su Nuo, her sword flashing upwards!

"Sizzle!!"

Cong Yu collided with a claw enveloped in dark magical power, resulting in dazzling sparks and a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The immense force shattered the bricks beneath her feet, and she used the momentum to slide backward.

"Tickling my itch?" Su Nuo's voice was like a ghost, appearing unexpectedly in her retreat path. His right hand was open, palm facing her, the curse power shrinking into a blinding spot. "It's over, brat."

It was just a basic release of incantation power, but when Sukuna performed it, its power and speed were terrifying.

Mashiro's pupils contracted sharply, and with a flick of her wrist, a pillar of fire erupted from the Murasaki Blade, hurtling straight toward Sukuna's face!

"Take this!"

"What—?" Su Nuo raised his hands, and the pillar of fire dissipated.

This gap is enough!

Zhenbai's magic power covers the body and is hard-wired.

"Bang--!!!!"

The cursed beam exploded, filling the air with the smell of reinforced concrete mixed with the stench of burning.

Countless plumes of smoke rose again, Su Nuo squinted, and gathered his magical power in his hands once more.

The thick smoke dissipated, and there was no one there.

"Gone? No, it's up there!"

Mashiro appeared above him, falling upside down, gripping Murasame with both hands, and thrusting down. The silver curse power was no longer restrained, wrapping around the blade and burning into a stream of fire, drawing a dazzling blade light in the night sky.

"Useless." Su Nuo sneered, not even looking up, but simply raising his hand casually.

An even more powerful spell gathered in his palm, forming a continuously spinning, pitch-black sphere.

This attack was far more powerful than the previous ones.

However, just as his attack was about to take shape...

"Uh... Ah...!"

Su Nuo's body jolted violently, and the crazed smile on his face suddenly twisted.

"You...bastard..." the boy's angry voice roared from within him, "Give me back my body!"

It’s Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito.

Mashiro immediately stopped, the flames on her sword went out, and she spun half a circle in the air before landing gracefully. She took two light steps and stood firmly on her feet.

Sukuna's composure vanished completely, replaced by a look of surprise. He asked Itajō, "How can you still move?"

"It's my body, isn't it?"

Su Nu felt his consciousness gradually sinking, unable to continue controlling this body. He stared intently at Mashiro: "Kid, you've escaped with your life."

Mashiro looked at him with a mocking smile: "You're the one who got lucky and escaped with your life. The King of Curses isn't all that great."

"Next time I see you, I'll definitely kill you."

Su Nuo uttered his last words before losing consciousness.