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

The evening before the exchange meeting.

The training ground of the vocational college was still damp after being washed by water, reflecting the faint light of the setting sun.

Zenin Maki and Panda were doing their final practice with Inu-chan Thorn, the sound of wooden swords clashing echoing through the empty space.

Mashiro sat on the stone steps by the training field, the feathers covering her eyes tinged with a pale gold by the setting sun.

Gojo Satoru said he would return to the vocational high school in the afternoon, and after arriving, he would go to the underground training room first.

Mashiro didn't go over to wait for him; instead, she stayed at the training ground to watch the training. She would come to find him after he finished watching Itadori.

About an hour later, she sensed a familiar and massive source of magical power underground.

Half an hour later, Gojo Satoru strolled over from the corridor, holding a mango smoothie with cream stuck to the straw.

"Hiruzen's in good shape, he even used Black Flash." He sat down on the stone steps next to her, his long legs propped up on the next step. "You didn't tell me, you wanted to surprise me, didn't you?"

Mashiro's lips curled up slightly. "Not bad, right?"

"Not bad, not bad. Your control over your spell power has improved after using Black Flash." Yuujin appeared cheerful on the surface, but he was still holding back a lot of anger inside.

"Yes, he's growing up very fast, beyond my expectations," Mashiro nodded and said.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head to look at her, his sunglasses sliding down a little from his nose to reveal his undeniably powerful eyes.

His gaze lingered on her two pairs of wings for a few seconds, his six eyes gleaming behind his sunglasses.

"When Hui told me, I imagined it for a moment, and it turned out even better than I expected." He pushed his sunglasses back up, his tone as frivolous as ever. "You mean it's a side effect of the procedure?"

Mashiro raised her hand to prop up her chin. "It was caused by the real person's technique, so as not to worry them."

"If there are any effects, you can ask Shoko to take a look." Gojo Satoru turned around and said, "But it seems to have increased your perception. There is cursed power flowing on it."

"Yes, I know." Mashiro sighed softly, "The True Man used the reverse of the inaction transformation to forcibly elicit the soul characteristics."

"Characteristics of a soul?" A thoughtful look appeared in Gojo Satoru's eyes. "A normal soul wouldn't have such characteristics."

Mashiro glanced at him. Gojo Satoru didn't ask at first because of Itadori, and he didn't delve into it further because he trusted her to some extent.

Well, I'll tell you a little bit, but you can guess whether it's true or not.

"Normal souls don't have these characteristics." Mashiro paused for a moment before revealing the backstory she had prepared.

Although I'm not happy with the reputation of the Kujo family, there's nothing I can do about it.

"My soul is a combination of human and shikigami."

"A combination of a human and a shikigami?" Gojo Satoru was taken aback, looking at her in surprise.

Then, after thinking for a moment, his expression turned grim. "There were indeed related records before the Kujo family's decline, which means..."

Really? Then I feel at ease.

"The Kujo family's experiment, their last hope after all other options were exhausted." Mashiro nodded. "Although in the end, they couldn't save him, and I was the only one left."

"When did you combine with the shikigami?" Gojo Satoru asked after a moment of silence.

Mashiro thought for a moment and said, "The next second after I appear in this world."

Gojo Satoru fell silent. Mashiro glanced at him and could sense the burning anger within him.

Even though Mashiro didn't mean for him to do this, she sighed, took out a piece of candy that Kugizaki had given her, and threw it into Gojo Satoru's arms.

"I am very grateful to the Kujo family. Without them, I would not have my identity." Mashiro took out another one and put it in her mouth.

"Your future goal should be to prevent children in other families from experiencing what I'm describing."

Gojo Satoru picked up the candy from his pocket, looked at it, smiled, and popped it into his mouth: "Yeah, I'll do that."

The two remained silent for a while, quietly eating the candy in their mouths.

"Gojo Satoru." After a long pause, Mashiro spoke, her tone very serious, "There's a high probability something will go wrong at the exchange meeting tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru didn't respond immediately. He chewed the candy and ate it, then asked, "Why do you say that?"

"The timing of Masato's actions last night was not accidental." Mashiro raised his hand and held up one finger. "After Junpei was admitted to the high school, he lost his target, and then he appeared after I left the high school. It was a planned ambush."

She wagged her finger and continued, "The fact that Louhu dared to come and kill us alone shows that they recognized the threat posed by Gojo Satoru, which is you, but they still came to attack."

"It's obvious they're gathering intelligence. The real person figured out the essence of my soul, Louhu probed your domain, and Hanami studied all our techniques that time. They obtained some information with each contact."

Mashiro lowered her hand and looked at Gojo Satoru.

"The exchange meeting was a public event, with all the teachers and students from the Kyoto and Tokyo campuses in attendance. The high school's protective barrier would have temporary gaps due to the large number of people coming and going. The higher-ups' attention was focused on the student confrontation. If I were them, I would have chosen this time to make my move."

After listening, Gojo Satoru remained silent for a while, then finished the shaved ice that was almost melted.

"What's the probability you're talking about?" he asked, his mouth still full of shaved ice, his words muffled.

"Seventy to eighty percent."

"That's quite high."

"They have no reason to miss this opportunity," Mashiro nodded.

Not far away, five first and second graders were training intensely, and fluctuations of magical energy occasionally rippled over.

Gojo Satoru stood up, threw the empty cup into the trash can, and then sat down again.

This time he sat closer, lowering his voice so that the training area couldn't hear him.

"How do you think they'll make their move?"

"First, we need a barrier to stop both of us from entering." Mashiro stretched out her hands and drew a box in the air. "If you and I are both inside the high school, any frontal attack is pointless. But they can't stop both of us at the same time, so they can only stop one."

Gojo Satoru said without hesitation, "That should be me."

"You are the biggest variable. They will definitely try to keep you out, whether by using barriers or spells. As long as they can't get you into the exchange venue, they can spend enough time on the students." Mashiro paused, "As for me, they can also consider using a second barrier to stop me."

"So there are two sets of accounts? One against me, and one against you."