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

"Welcome! Are you alone?" The McDonald's employee asked politely, looking at the handsome man in strange clothes.

"Yes, I'm the only one here." He nodded and walked to the seat at the back.

"Okay, please come and order when you've decided." The waiter bowed slightly as he walked past him.

Hmm? Why is it a bit hot? I remember turning on the air conditioner, right?

She thought to herself with a puzzled expression.

Xia Youjie, let's just call him Lu Suo.

Looking at the volcano in front of him, Lu Suo asked with a smile, "In short, you want to reverse the balance of power between humanity and the curse, right?"

Louhu nodded, opened his one eye wide, and said, "The curse is the only true human being; the false imitations should disappear."

He exhaled another puff of hot air. "How can we defeat the sorcerer?"

Lu Suo laughed and said, "We can win if we fulfill a few conditions before the war."

"First, we need to prevent Gojo Satoru from fighting; second, we need to win over Sukuna Kotori."

Upon hearing this, Lou Hu asked in confusion, "Wasn't that kid dead?"

Rōsō shook his head, a playful smile on his face. "If it were that easy to die, it wouldn't be Ryōmen Sukuna."

Then he added, "There's one last condition—"

......

"drink!"

Tiger Staff shouted and threw a punch.

"Bang!"

The sandbag was knocked away with great force, and then, under the influence of gravity, it crashed into Huzhang.

"Bang!"

Another punch, the rhythm was very steady.

Yuji Itadori stood in front of the sandbag and slammed his fist into it again and again.

Each punch was imbued with the blue light of incantation, the light exploding the moment his knuckles touched the sandbag, then deliberately suppressed.

The task Gojo gave him was simple: concentrate the power of the incantation into his fist, control the output, and ensure that the fluctuation error of the power of the incantation in each of the fifty consecutive punches does not exceed five percent.

The first twenty punches were alright, but the next punch released too much curse power, causing the sandbag to swing backward and deviate from its target.

"You're off track." Gojo Satoru's voice came from behind, languidly. "Try again."

Without turning around, Huzhang flicked his wrist and readjusted his stance.

Counting starts from zero.

Has he been here for a day, or several days?

He couldn't quite remember; the fluorescent lights didn't cycle day and night, and his cell phone had been confiscated by Gojo Satoru, on the grounds that no one could track the signal.

Every day consists of training, eating, and sleeping, with the occasional can of cola brought down by Gojo Satoru as a reward.

At first, you could tell by how many meals he had eaten, but soon the repetitive and tedious training made him forget even how many meals he had eaten.

Eat, then punch a sandbag to aid digestion; eat when hungry, sleep when tired, and continue when awake.

Itarō doesn't dislike this kind of life. Once he has a goal in mind, he doesn't find each punch difficult. He just feels that he's not fast enough.

Quasi-Special Grade.

With each punch he threw, the word would cycle through his mind, and his ability to control his magical power would also increase.

Mashiro-nee alone eliminated the near-Special Grade, but he is still practicing the basics.

He was never jealous; he had long accepted that Mashiro was better than him.

He felt nothing but resentment. It wasn't just that he was weaker than her, but also that he was unwilling to face a situation like the juvenile detention center again, only to have to let Su Nuo out and end up hurting the people around him.

He wanted to become strong enough to stand on his own, strong enough to deal with the enemies who threatened his family.

But progress is too slow!

"Bang!"

The sandbag was punctured.

Tiger Rod looked at the hand that had passed through the sandbag and came to his senses. He had used too much of his magical power just now.

"Don't rush things, Yuujin." Gojo Satoru shook his head, stood up, and gently patted him on the shoulder. "This is not only about training your self-control, but also about training your character."

Huzhang nodded, took a deep breath, picked up the water bottle, and drank half of it.

"Okay, teacher, I'll take a break."

"Well, I'd like to mention something in the meantime." Gojo Satoru held up one finger. "The sister school exchange competition is starting in a few days."

"Am I not allowed to participate?" Itachi asked, looking up.

"No, no, no, I have no intention of taking away the youth of young people." Gojo Satoru leaned back. "You'd better show your skills in the exchange battle."

Itadori's voice held a hint of doubt: "But didn't I announce to the public that he was dead?"

"Yeah, so the exchange battle is the perfect stage for your resurrection, isn't it?" Gojo Satoru said exaggeratedly, "Let those guys who thought you were dead show their surprised expressions!"

"Oh my! It's getting exciting!" Itachi responded in an exaggerated tone.

"As expected, Hisahito, you're still a bit of a chuunibyou, aren't you?"

"Wasn't it you, Gojo-sensei, who started this?!"

"Haha, it seems so." Gojo Satoru stood up and walked towards the exit. "Good luck these next few days. I have something to do, but I'll come see you in a couple of days."

"Oh my god!"

Gojo Satoru nodded, left the basement, and closed the door.

Soon, he heard a series of impacts coming from below.

Gojo nodded in satisfaction.

Hmm, he's very motivated. It seems this crisis is also a valuable experience for him.

Keep going! The day you are resurrected will also be the day some people lose their lives.

A cold glint flashed in Gojo Satoru's eyes. He took out his phone, put it away, and dialed Mashiro's number.

"It's been confirmed; these individuals participated in the operation—"

......

Zenin Maki walked across the training ground carrying her spell tools, and her gaze swept across the area, spotting two figures practicing there.

"Isn't this Fushiguro?" Maki was about to go up and say hello when she saw them clearly. One of them had bandages wrapped around his head, and the other could barely walk.

What are those two patients, whose injuries haven't healed, doing there?

Maki was furious and was about to go over and send them back to rest when Panda stopped her.

"Maki, Maki, didn't you know?" he whispered, leaning closer. "During the mission a couple of days ago, a first-year boy died!"

Dog Roll nodded as well, "Salmon!"

Maki was silent for a moment, then sighed, "But we can't let these two patients continue training."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, I'll go tell them."

"Maki, you are so brave."

Tuna mayonnaise.

A panda and a human hid behind a tree, watching Maki pass by and whispering among themselves.

Maki's forehead veins were bulging, and she muttered to herself, "Those two are just watching the show; I'll deal with them later."

"Hey, Hui, if you're injured, go and recover properly. Don't collapse here. And that girl, you too."

The two people on the training field stopped what they were doing.

Kugizaki glanced at Maki and the two people lurking behind Itsuki, and whispered to Fushiguro Megumi, "Who are these people?"

"Second-year senior, Zen temple senior, spell tool user."

"Senior Dog Roll, Spellcaster."

"And there's also the panda senior."

Kugizaki's eyes widened when she heard "panda," but before she could speak, Fushiguro Megumi added.

"There is also a senior named Yigu, who is someone I can respect without reservation, but he is currently overseas."

Zenin Maki nodded, then said, "Thank you for introducing us, but could you two go back and rest?"

"The Kyoto sister school exchange event is coming up soon, and you two will be participating. Get your injuries healed quickly these next few days, and then we'll give you special training."

Having heard about the exchange meeting from Gojo-sensei before, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki exchanged a glance.

Can training and networking make you stronger?

"If it's meaningless, I'll quit."

Panda and Dog Roll also stepped forward, saying, "You'll get stronger."

......

At night, Mashiro and Gojo Satoru got into Ijichi's car. They were going to investigate the server problem at the window and make a final confirmation.

Only Gojo Satoru was talking on the bus. "Oh my, this brand of pudding is really delicious. Mashiro-chan, would you like one?"

Mashiro sat beside him, her anger blazing inside.

For half an hour, that white-haired bastard next to me didn't stop talking.

Enough is enough!

"Gojo Satoru, if you don't shut your mouth—"

Before he could finish speaking, his heart tightened suddenly. There was a top-level being nearby. This kind of curse power was a curse spirit!

"Oh dear, looks like we have some guests," Gojo Satoru said casually. "Ichichi, stop the car."

After the car came to a complete stop, Mashiro and Gojo Satoru got out.

Mashiro closed the car door and said to Ijichi, "Mr. Ijichi, you can go now. I'll call you later when it's all over."

Ichi wiped the cold sweat from his brow, nodded, and quickly fled the scene.

Gojo Satoru looked at the short guy beside him who had already drawn Murasame and said, "Mashiro-kun, aren't you leaving? Your opponent is pretty strong."

Louhu will open a domain during battle, which is a good opportunity to learn the domain.

Moreover, if you can get used to it a little bit in this battle, it will be much easier to fight later.

But Mashiro wouldn't reply to Gojo Satoru like that; she hadn't even vented her anger yet.

Mashiro turned to look at him, a cute but malicious smile on her face, as she retaliated against the psychological abuse he had inflicted on her in the car earlier.

"Isn't this all there for me? You'll protect me, right? The strongest in the modern world."

Gojo Satoru shivered, his voice trembling, "Ahaha, of course, hahaha..."

Mashiro's smile faded, and she glanced at Gojo Satoru with disdain: "You can't stand it if I'm gentle with you."

"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about gentleness?"

"You two, don't ignore me!"

Louhu let out a loud roar and leaped down, landing in front of them.

A pungent sulfur smell wafted over, and Mashiro frowned, waving her little hand lightly in front of her nose. "It stinks."

"ha?!"

"Hey, you've suffocated our special advisor with your stench, can you hurry up and leave?" Gojo Satoru waved his hand lightly, and the unpleasant odor was instantly swept away. "Otherwise, you won't be able to leave."

"How dare you underestimate me!" Louhu shouted, "Fireworm!"

Countless red insects rushed towards Gojo Satoru, but were blocked in front of him by the unscrupulous technique and could not advance even an inch.

But suddenly the insects vibrated their wings violently, making a loud noise.

Lou Hu's lips curled up, and she was about to burst into laughter. "Haha...Gah?"

The insects continued to flap their wings, but they couldn't make a sound.

"Sound waves?" Mashiro looked up, staring at it strangely. "Don't you do any research before you launch a sneak attack?"

"If you look down on me," she slightly raised her hand, her powerful voice booming towards Louhu, "this kind of thing will still happen."

Louhu used his hands to block the attack, but was pushed back three meters.

Is this the third condition Xia Youjie mentioned?

Louhu looked at the brat who clapped his hands up and down on the spot, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Indeed, this child must not be allowed to live!"

The fireball rapidly expanded in Louhu's palm, growing from the size of a fist to the thickness of an arm.

The surrounding trees began to spontaneously combust, the air distorted into heat waves, and the asphalt road surface began to soften and bubble.

"The Ultimate Number -"

Louhu's single eye suddenly opened wide, and flames shot out from its eye socket.

His magical power reached its peak at that moment, illuminating the entire mountain path as if it were daytime.

"fall from the sky!"

A massive fire engulfed everything in front of him. Louhu, panting heavily, turned back triumphantly, awaiting the explosion behind him.

"Is that all you've got?" It walked slowly, its tone nonchalant. "Let your deaths spread the word about true power and reality."

"Is this all you've done?"

A listless voice came from the smoke behind them.

Louhu turned around abruptly and saw the two unharmed individuals, his mouth agape in surprise.

"Oh dear, seeing how surprised you are, shall I teach you?" Gojo Satoru walked up to Louhu and extended his right hand. "Hold out your hand."

Louhu watched him warily, then slowly moved her hand closer, but when she was only a certain distance from Gojo Satoru's hand, she couldn't get any closer no matter what she did.

"What—?" Louhu's eyes widened.

"It's not that it stops, it's that the closer you get to me, the slower it goes." Gojo Satoru took a step closer and touched Louko's hand. "It's okay to hold your hand like this."

Lou Hu's expression was ferocious; he tried to pull his hand back but couldn't: "I refuse."

Gojo Satoru smiled and intertwined his fingers with Louhu's: "Don't be shy."

"You bastard—" Louhu was interrupted by Gojo Satoru's knee strike before he could finish speaking.

Mashiro, standing behind him, looked at Gojo Satoru's hand, which was clasped together with Ryouko's, with a look of disdain.

I absolutely will never let him touch me with that hand again; it's disgusting.

"Spell reversal," Gojo Satoru said, extending a finger. "[Hah]"

The violent impact sent the coral flying, crashing into and breaking countless trees.

"Can't we protect the environment?" Mashiro sighed, then suddenly jumped up and kicked Louhu out of the woods and into the lake.

"Oh my, a home run!"

You should say "shot and score".

Hearing the two chatting idly in front of him, Lou Hu's anger flared.

"In that case, I'll burn you both to a crisp!"

Mashiro's heart began to race; she was about to say those words!

"It's nothing." Mashiro glanced disdainfully at Louhu lying in the water and said in a contemptuous tone.

"Because of you, I'm very weak."

I said it!

After stealing five lines from Satoru's dialogue, Mashiro's soul seemed to be elevated, and several trumpet-blowing angels appeared around her to take her to heaven!

"Hey, Mashiro-chan, you stole my line."

"I did it on purpose, any problem with that?"

"Whatever makes you happy."

"Don't underestimate me, you brat!" Louhu was extremely angry and furious, and scorching hot pillars of fire erupted from all three holes.

"Domain expansion!!" Louhu formed a hand seal for his domain, "【Iron Enclosure Mountain】!!!"

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Anyway, Tiger only used his domain at the very end, so I won't show him the details of Louhu's domain right now.

Sorry, Tiger (laughs)

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