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

"Kujo Mashiro."

Sukuna narrowed his eyes when he saw Mashiro suddenly appear.

This brat who gave her a few setbacks has now saved Gojo Satoru.

Sure enough, this brat is her greatest enemy.

"What, two against one?"

She chuckled softly, her eyes showing no sign of panic.

"Two against one? Are you kidding me?"

Mashiro revealed a disdainful smile, and the Rainbow Sword appeared in her hand: "I alone am enough; you are the challenger!"

"The last person to say that has already been cut in half by me."

Sukuna couldn't hold back when he heard the familiar lines. He twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Gojo Satoru behind Mashiro.

Su Nuo's words made sense, but Mashiro just pursed her lips: "It doesn't matter, just forget about it."

"Cough cough."

Hearing them talking about him, Gojo Satoru coughed twice: "Who are they talking about? Didn't you see someone get cut in half at the waist?"

Gojo Satoru pretended to be stupid, talking while looking around.

Mashiro rolled her eyes at his expression.

At this point, the live stream chat would definitely be filled with comments like "There is no hope for human civilization."

Unfortunately, Mashiro underestimated the level of repression among contemporary global netizens.

In the live stream, the despairing comments after seeing Gojo Satoru's character being cut short were suddenly turned around when Mashiro appeared.

"Who is this? A little girl?"

"She cured Gojo Satoru!"

"How I wish she could guide me..."

"Char, when did you arrive?"

"Mother."

"Disgraceful fellow!"

"Where is it shameful?"

"White hair flowing, and a masked face, barely 1.5 meters tall—how can such a perfect creature exist in this world?"

"Human civilization has no hope."

Where are humans?

"It doesn't seem very civilized either."

......

Mashiro turned around, looked at Gojo Satoru, and said, "How are you feeling? You should be alright now."

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist, feeling the flow of cursed energy within his body.

After a moment, he nodded: "Yes, I've fully recovered."

"Now that you've recovered, you can go back on your own."

Seeing that he was alright, Mashiro nodded and turned her gaze back to Sukuna.

"I can still fight!"

Gojo Satoru stepped forward, about to make another move, but Mashiro kicked him.

"You're nothing."

Mashiro, not satisfied with just one kick, added another: "Hurry back and check if there are any aftereffects on your body."

"but......"

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, about to say something, but was interrupted by Mashiro.

In a cold voice, she stated the cruel reality: "Your waist has already been chopped in two, what else is there to say?"

"Alright, alright."

Gojo Satoru raised his hands in surrender and sighed helplessly, "Then it's up to you."

As he spoke, he turned around, preparing to leave.

Before leaving, he muttered to himself, "I should have known better than to ask her for help on the train."

"What train?"

Mashiro paused for a moment, then recalled Gojo Satoru's recurring imagery in the manga and understood.

"So I'm also featured in your recurring scenes?"

"yes."

Gojo Satoru said without any hesitation, "It just shows that we have a good relationship."

"..."

Mashiro shivered, a chill running down her spine: "This is so ominous."

"What do you mean by 'unlucky'?"

Gojo Satoru raised his hands and replied with dissatisfaction, "Your mouth is always so sharp, no matter where you go."

"I think you should look for your own problems."

Mashiro started to feel a headache coming on: "I never do this to other people. In the end, it's because you're too noisy."

"Alright, alright, say whatever you want."

Gojo Satoru looked at Mashiro one last time and said, "Don't lose."

"The word 'type' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

As Mashiro listened to Gojo Satoru's words and sensed his aura rapidly receding, she revealed a confident smile.

"We will win."

"Have you finished your idle chatter?"

Sukuna crossed his arms over his chest and only spoke to Mashiro after seeing Gojo Satoru leave.

"Ah, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Mashiro stared intently at Sukuna, a smirk playing on her lips: "Open your eyes wide and see clearly what 'strongest' really means!"

"There's only one strongest person, and that's me!"

Sukuna also burst into laughter, echoing Mashiro's boastful words.

Even the live stream was filled with this wave of extravagance.

"That's incredibly extravagant!"

"Gojo Satoru is out? Can this little girl even beat him?"

"Don't underestimate my mother."

"She just cured Gojo Satoru directly, she must be quite something."

"That's right. If she really wasn't capable, the sorcerers wouldn't have let her go on stage."

"That makes sense, but now I can seriously appreciate whose defeat cutscenes."

"Amazing!"

Sukuna watched Gojo Satoru leave without stopping him.

Who would want to fight two people when they can fight one-on-one? That's just asking for trouble.

She crossed her arms and gave a playful smile: "Are you sure you don't want to come at me together?"

"Enough with the nonsense, just get on with it."

Mashiro activated her incantation, continuously channeling it into the raindrops in her hand.

The rain grew brighter and brighter, and then in the next instant, it was unleashed by Mashiro, and a bright white light appeared in the night sky.

Su Nuo smiled slightly as he watched the approaching blades.

"【untie】."

The slash was unleashed and collided with Mashiro's sword light, creating a shockwave.

Now, there's no point in talking nonsense; even the loudest sounds are drowned out by the deafening explosion.

After the light faded, Sukuna was in the air and Mashiro was on the ground, their gazes fixed on each other.

"Very good, it seems your ten days have not been in vain."

Su Nuo nodded in satisfaction, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

I didn't get to fully enjoy the fight with Gojo Satoru just now. I need to plan step by step to break through his protection before I can deliver the final blow.

But this kid is different. She doesn't have such complicated techniques. She wants a straightforward, hand-to-hand combat style.

"I told you."

Mashiro held Murasame across her chest, her eyes filled with provocation as she looked at Sukuna: "I'm enough on my own."

"Every word she says is provocative, it's infuriating, Mashiro."

Su Nu snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Then let's begin, round two."

"【untie】!"

She raised her hand in the air, continuously channeling her magical power, and unleashed a series of slashes.

Facing the barrage of slashes coming from all directions, Mashiro moved like a ghost, weaving between the attacks.

He kept swinging the Rainbow Sword in his hand, dismantling Su Nuo's slashes one after another.

"This thing has no way to deal with me." Mashiro stopped, pointing the tip of her sword directly at Sukuna. "Is that all? My enthusiasm is about to be extinguished."

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