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

Mashiro stood at the Shibuya Crossroads when a soft rumble came from her stomach.

"Gurgle—"

Although I was just making grand pronouncements, the real problems are now emerging.

She touched the pocket of her tracksuit; it was empty. There wasn't even a tissue, let alone any money.

"Starting with just a knife, and having to fight for all your equipment?" Mashiro's lips twitched. "This is way too difficult."

Looking at the bustling streets, pedestrians passed by her, and no one cared why a child was still lingering on the streets of Shibuya so late at night, especially since the child even had a floating dharma wheel above his head.

"A cold, big city, but it seems like ordinary people can't see the Dharma wheel, red bean paste oil." Mashiro sighed and began to think about her next steps.

"First, I need money," she counted on her fingers. "Then, I need identification, and finally, I need a place to stay."

In theory, she could go to a vocational college; with her understanding of the plot, she could easily get a government job by simply providing some information.

The problem is that her current strength is unknown, and she has no way of explaining the source of the information.

"Hello, my name is Kujo Mashiro. I know everything about the future, but I'm so weak right now that I can't even beat a level 3 cursed spirit. Please take me in."

If I said that, I'd probably just be treated like a madman and kicked out. Even if Gojo Satoru were interested, those higher-ups would definitely capture her and dissect her for research.

"No, we need to at least have some ability to protect ourselves."

Mashiro clenched her fist, sensing the state within her body.

Although his magical power is currently depleted, his adaptability still needs to be activated through combat.

However, as their strength increases, their original abilities will gradually be unleashed.

Moreover, her physical strength is not low now, after all, it is the body of the Demon Void Demon, and her combat instincts should still be intact.

"So, I need to find a cursed spirit to fight. Although I should still have basic combat strength, it's best to be careful and find one with a weakness."

She looked around; the concentration of cursed energy in Shibuya was not low. As a commercial district with a huge flow of people, it was perfectly normal for negative emotions to accumulate and for cursed spirits to breed.

Most cursed spirits are at the level of flies, not even reaching level four; they are invisible to ordinary people and pose no threat whatsoever.

But we can't fight with flies, can we? That would be too beneath us.

"What is this? The debut battle of the Demon Void is against a fly?" Mashiro laughed self-deprecatingly, "If word gets out, Sukuna will laugh for a year."

She took a deep breath and focused her mind.

Although the power of the spell is zero, the ability to perceive has not been completely lost. It's like a nearsighted person taking off their glasses; although the image is blurry, the outline can still be seen.

Mashiro closed her eyes, and the world around her lost its color, turning into a gray-white expanse with faint spots—the remnants of cursed power and traces left by the activity of cursed spirits.

"Found it."

She opened her eyes and looked at a convenience store on the street corner, where there was a faint magical energy reaction, probably barely reaching level four.

"That's it."

Mashiro wrapped her oversized tracksuit tighter around herself and carefully secured the Demon-Slaying Sword, knowing she couldn't just draw it in a crowded place.

As I entered the convenience store, the automatic door at the entrance made a "ding-dong" sound.

The shop assistant was a young man in his early twenties who was looking down at his phone. Hearing the sound, he looked up, saw a little girl, and paused for a moment.

"Little boy, why aren't you home so late?"

"I'll be leaving right away." Mashiro smiled, her voice soft. "I'll just buy a bottle of water."

She walked toward the shelf, but her gaze was fixed on the back of the freezer, where a cursed spirit was crouching.

It was about half a meter tall, its body looked like a lump of mud, and it had three asymmetrical eyes. It was clinging to the back of the freezer, making a "creaking" sound.

It's nibbling at the negative emotions seeping from the freezer.

These were probably left behind by office workers when they were choosing coffee late at night.

There's no time to mourn for the overworked office workers; she needs to get into battle mode first.

"I need to find a way to make it attack me first, to test its physical strength and adaptability."

She walked to the refrigerator, pretending to choose a drink, but actually observing the cursed spirit.

The cursed spirit noticed her, its three eyes turning around and making a gurgling sound.

It is very sensitive to the presence of living people, especially negative emotions such as fear and anxiety.

Mashiro is indeed a little nervous right now.

"Come on, bite me," she thought to herself, "but don't bite me to death..."

"But death is cool... no, now's not the time for jokes."

The cursed spirit blinked, unable to understand what the little girl in front of her was doing so in a daze.

It darted out from behind the refrigerator, its body elongated like a whip made of mud, lashing towards Zhenbai's face!

!

The body moved first.

Before Mashiro's brain could process it, her body had already reacted.

He took a half step back with his right foot, lowered his center of gravity, and instinctively raised his left hand to protect his face, assuming a defensive stance.

The fighting instinct kicked in.

"Snapped!"

The curse spirit struck her left arm.

It didn't hurt; it just felt like being lightly snapped by a rubber band.

Mashiro nodded silently, having roughly grasped the strength of her body.

The next second, she felt the power within her body awaken. The Dharma wheel on her head made a clicking sound and began to slowly rotate. The parts of her body that were attacked—the muscles, skin, and even the flow of magical power—were all understanding and adapting to the opponent's attack.

The cursed spirit's second strike followed immediately.

This time it was a frontal attack; the muddy body spread out, trying to engulf her completely.

Despite the disgusting feeling, Mashiro did not dodge.

She looked around; no one was there. She drew her demon-slaying sword and thrust it towards the center of the cursed spirit's three eyes!

"Pfft!"

The tip of the knife sank into the mud, making an unpleasant sound.

The cursed spirit let out a sharp screech, its body twisting violently as it tried to break free, but Mashiro lowered the blade, and the exorcising sword pierced through completely.

She felt the blade heating up, and the cursed spirit's power flowed into her body through the sword. The exorcising sword was absorbing the cursed power and then feeding it back to her.

Although it was only a tiny bit, the magical power began to flow within her body again.

Mashiro's eyes lit up. "The Exorcising Sword can absorb cursed power to replenish its wielder!"

The cursed spirit gradually fell silent, and its body began to disintegrate, turning into black ash from the point where it was pierced, like charred paper.

"Cluck...cluck..."

With a final screech, the cursed spirit vanished completely, and the convenience store returned to silence.

Mashiro stood there, breathing softly. This was her first time fighting in this world; her body wasn't tired, but her heart was beating a little fast.

Mashiro looked at the spot where the cursed spirit had disappeared, a wide, excited smile spreading across her face. "How interesting. I'll probably never forget you for the rest of my life."

Awesome! And then there's the trash-talking after the fight.

Mashiro paused for a moment, then looked down at her hands, where a faint magical energy was flowing in her palms.

More importantly, she felt changes in her body.

The left shoulder, which was hit by the cursed spirit, can now feel that if the same attack were to occur again, the damage would be reduced by at least 30%.

This is the effect of adaptation, albeit a weakened one.

How powerful would the original version be?

"So, my growth path is to get beaten up, adapt, and then become stronger," Mashiro muttered to herself. "What kind of masochistic path is this?"

But it's feasible. The thought of becoming a Special Grade and fighting Su Nuo filled her with excitement.

Deliver your victory speech to the strongest in history and the strongest in modern times, and etch your greatest achievement in Tokyo!

Now, it's time for fantasy.

"Little one, are you alright?" The shop assistant's voice came from behind, shattering Mashiro's chuunibyou fantasy.

Mashiro turned around and saw the shop assistant looking at her with a puzzled expression. In the shop assistant's eyes, she had just waved her hand at the air and then stared blankly for a while.

"It's nothing." Mashiro smiled and took the cheapest bottle of water from the shelf. "How much is this?"

"One hundred and twenty yen."

Mashiro: "..."

Oh no, I forgot, she has no money.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The shop assistant looked at her, and she looked at the shop assistant.

"Um..." Mashiro tried to brush it off with a cutesy answer, "I forgot my wallet..."

Five minutes later, Mashiro was kicked out of the convenience store.

The shop assistant was kind enough not to call the police, but simply asked her to leave.

After all, a little girl alone outside late at night looks like a runaway problem child.

Mashiro stood at the convenience store entrance, clutching the bottle of water in her hand. The clerk eventually gave it to her, probably out of pity.

"Not even 120 yen at the start..." Mashiro unscrewed the water bottle, took a swig, and said, "This is so realistic."

But she felt much better. With her newfound magical power, she could finally call herself a sorcerer.

She now has a ticket to the final battle.

Looking at the demon-slaying sword at his waist, Mashiro thought for a moment, "From now on, you'll be called Murasame. Consider it making up for my regret of not being able to enter the backwater game."