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

The rotation speed of the Falun exceeded Shinpaku's control.

It is the Falun itself that is responding instinctively to the demonic aspect of the soul.

Mashiro knelt on one knee, the tip of Murasame's knife piercing the ground to support her body.

A tearing pain shot through her forehead; her skin was being ripped apart from the inside.

Then, two pairs of symmetrical miniature wings emerged from behind the ears, covered with fine silver down.

The first pair of wings bent downwards, gently covering her eyes; the second pair, slightly smaller, lay beside her face, with the edges of the wings curled inwards, close to her cheeks.

The physical characteristics of Mo Xuluo, forcibly pulled from the depths of his soul by the transformation of nothingness, were permanently fixed to this human body.

Shinbai's silvery-white eyelashes peeked out from the gaps on the inside of her wings. She didn't make a sound, but the hand holding Congyu's was trembling incessantly.

The real person was seeing this feature for the first time, tilting their head to examine the two small pairs of wings on her head. "She's definitely not human. What kind of cursed spirit's features are these?"

"Oh, this feeling of a soul... is it a shikigami?"

He gently released his hand from her shoulder and said with a smile, "No wonder the transformation of inaction didn't work on you; your soul is a fusion of human and shikigami."

Mashiro did not answer; her soul was in utter chaos, severely affecting her ability to move.

"You can't move right now, can you?" The master walked around to her side, bent down, and observed the pair of ear feathers up close. "The essence of the shikigami has been forcibly pulled out, and the human body is rejecting it. Both sides are fighting for control of your body."

He was half right; she was indeed unable to move, but it wasn't a fight between the two sides over her body.

Her body doesn't have two souls; it's just that the turmoil of her soul affects her bodily functions.

"But don't worry, I won't kill you now." The real person straightened up and put his hands in his pockets. "You are much more interesting than ordinary experimental subjects. A shikigami becomes a human, and a human has the abilities of a shikigami. I can't understand how it was done."

He took two steps back, tilted his head, and smiled.

"I'll go back and talk to Xia You, let him judge your worth. You're better than Su Nuo's vessel—"

The real person's voice stopped abruptly, and he felt an immense magical force approaching from the end of the street at an incredible speed.

"Mashiro-neechan!"

It was Hisahito Itadori's voice, filled with boundless rage.

He saw Mashiro kneeling on one knee on the ground, with Congyu supporting her in front of her so that she didn't fall completely.

Two pairs of wings pierced through her silver hair, the pair covering her eyes trembling slightly. Blood covered her silvery-white downy feathers, which flowed down her face and dripped onto the collar of her white coat, staining a large area red.

He strode onto the railing and leaped up, elbowing the man.

The real person's eyes caught his movement, but he dismissed it with disdain, considering it merely an ordinary elbow strike.

But clearly, he hadn't expected how heavy the punch would be.

Tiger Staff's right elbow slammed into the real man's chest, and the cursed power surged in from between his elbows, resulting in a huge explosion.

This wasn't an explosion of ordinary magical power; the magical power of this punch pierced through the real person and struck the soul squarely.

The real person was blasted away, crashing through a vending machine on the roadside and smashing into the exterior wall of the building opposite, creating a human-shaped crater.

Itachi didn't chase after him; he landed in front of Mashiro, his fist still bearing traces of cursed power.

Mashiro struggled to lift her head behind him; two pairs of wings blocked her eyes, but her magical perception was still functioning.

She could sense Itachi's back and the intense fluctuations in his magical power.

The Falun on her head was still spinning rapidly, gradually adapting to the situation and stabilizing Shiro's condition.

"Can you move?" he asked, turning around.

"...Not yet." Mashiro's voice was so weak it broke his heart. "I need to get used to it for a while."

"Then there's no need to move."

Facing the direction where Masato had been blasted away, Itadori took off his jacket and draped it over Mashiro's shoulders. Then he unzipped his tracksuit and stretched his neck.

"Leave it to me."

Gravel rolled down from the hole in the wall, and the real person walked out of the dent in the building's exterior wall. His chest was completely caved in by the punch, with several ribs protruding from under his skin, and black liquid flowing down his side.

His expression was one of utter shock.

He looked down at his sunken left rib, then looked up at the tuberosity of his penis.

"You can touch my soul."

"Few sorcerers can do this, except for that guy named Nanami. You're the second one." The real man poked his wound with his finger, and the pain that touched his soul made him grimac.

"No, you're more direct than Nanami. He uses techniques to create weaknesses in his target, while you directly punched the soul itself."

The real person's eyes lit up.

"I see. Sukuna is inside you, and you can usually sense the outline of her soul!"

Itachi didn't answer. He lowered his center of gravity, with his left foot forward and his right foot back, just like his usual starting stance in the training field, but the cursed power gathered in his fist was completely different.

"You've modified so many humans."

He took a step forward.

"You still want to manipulate Shunping and kill his mother."

Another step.

"What I can't tolerate the most is that you actually dared to touch Mashiro-nee."

The third step involves Huzhang stomping on the ground, creating a crater behind his heel.

"I'll kill you."

His figure became an afterimage in the eyes of the real person, his right fist wrapped in cursed power and struck straight at the face.

"It's an exorcism, isn't it, sorcerer?"

The real person smiled arrogantly, raised both arms to block, and at the same time changed the muscle density and bone hardness of the arms.

The punch landed on his crossed arms in defense, but the curse still struck his soul. The real man groaned and was knocked back several meters.

But this time the damage was less severe than before, and he had begun to adapt to the blows from the tiger staff.

"I won't take the same attack twice." The real man shook his numb arms, and the smile returned to his face. "Your fists can touch the soul, but they lack power. If you are given enough time to grow, you may become a great threat."

He looked past Itadori and onto Mashiro.

"I've already obtained information more valuable than toys today, so I won't continue. You siblings have a good relationship, so just enjoy it."

The real person turned around.

Then a spatial slicing blocked his escape route.

The real man dodged to the side, the crack grazing his shoulder and slicing off a small piece of flesh.

He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the crack had come.

Mashiro supported herself as she stood up.

Her legs were shaking, her hand holding the knife was shaking, the ear feathers on her head had not disappeared, and the Falun was still spinning at high speed.

But the real person could sense that she had locked onto him.

"I haven't let you leave yet."

Her voice wasn't loud, but she enunciated each word clearly.

Itari turned to look at her, "Mashiro-nee, you—"

"Yujin." She interrupted him, took a step forward, her ankles felt a little weak, but she still managed to stand firm.

"Stop him."

Itachi looked at her, then grinned.

"learn."

He turned around and, together with Mashiro, blocked Masato's retreat.