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

Before the signal for the end of the team battle preparation phase sounds, in the Kyoto school preparation room.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu sat on the tatami mat, his face grim.

The others were preparing their equipment and weapons, conserving their energy.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu swept his gaze across all the students in Kyoto, and his hoarse voice rang out: "You all just saw that Hisahito Itadori is still alive."

His voice wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention.

"He is the vessel of Sukuna, the king of curses. Sooner or later he will take control of that body, and when that happens, Itadori Yuujin will be the most dangerous person in the world."

He opened one eye, and his cloudy eyeball slowly swept over each student present.

"The higher-ups' opinion is clear: kill Hisahito Itadori, the vessel for Sukuna, before he awakens."

Seeing their expressions, Yoshinobu Rakuganji added, "That thing isn't human. No matter what you do, I'll make it look like an accident and take care of it."

"So, don't have any reservations or hesitations."

Kasumi Miwa frowned, about to say something, when Mai interrupted her, saying to Yoshinobu Rakuganji, "He's only able to participate in the exchange meeting because he's unkillable, right?"

Yoshinobu Rakuganji chuckled twice. "The previous Itajimaro was suicide. When dealing with an enemy sorcerer, you need to use cursed power to kill them."

He paused, then said, "It's alright, Hisahito Itadori is in control of the body now, we need to take him down..."

Rakuganji Yoshinobu's words were interrupted.

"Who do you want to kill?" Mashiro appeared in the room at some point, standing behind Yoshinobu Rakuganji, with Murasame in her hand on his shoulder.

Everyone stood up at the same moment, and several chairs were overturned.

When did you get here?

Miwa Kasumi had already drawn half of her sword, and Kamo Kenki pulled back her bow, stopping just as she was about to take the arrow.

"Don't move." Mashiro glanced at them.

Countless spatial rifts unfolded around them, almost touching each one, making them afraid to move.

Mashiro fixed her gaze on Rakuganji's face. "What did you just say? Continue."

Leyan Temple remained silent, looking at the students in front of him who were controlled by the spatial rift. He had been the principal of the sorcerer school for so many years, and he had seen people use spatial magic before.

But he had never seen anyone so precise as to make an incision around six people without touching any of them.

Monster-like control.

This was a warning, indicating that she could make an incision on anyone's neck if she wanted to.

Rakuganji slowly spoke: "Is this the attitude of the Tokyo school? Holding a knife to the principal of another school?"

Mashiro chuckled, and Murasame moved even closer to his neck: "I'm not a member of the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Specialized School, so they can't control me."

"Hiroto Itadori's life or death is not up to you." Mashiro looked at him. "The students' lives are not tools for you high-ups."

Leyan Temple was silent for a moment, then said, "This is not something a child like you can decide..."

boom.

The cursed power exploded from Mashiro's body. Instead of spreading outwards, it filled the room and then pressed down.

The gravity in the entire room seemed to double out of nowhere, and everyone felt the pressure at the same time.

Mashiro canceled the spatial rift, and instead used pure curse power density, carrying an immense killing intent, to press down on everyone.

Miwa Kasumi's sword fell onto the table with a clatter, but she didn't dare pick it up.

Nishimiya Momo and Zenjima Shin'i took two steps back, then collapsed to the ground, barely managing to stand with their backs against the wall.

Kamo Kenki stood there, feeling numb from head to toe.

His instincts told him one thing: don't move, don't breathe, don't be the one who gets noticed.

He thought he was already considered strong at the first level, but the fear he felt at this moment had nothing to do with his first-level strength.

Higashido Aoi stood up from the corner. He did not back down, his arms were still crossed over his chest, and his chin was still raised.

But the way he looked at Mashiro was completely different from before. It was no longer as casual as before, but a serious look as he looked at a strong person.

"Kill without mercy." Mashiro withdrew Murasame, but Rakanji's tense body still dared not relax. "That's what that word means, right?"

"If anyone gets seriously injured or dies at today's meeting," she paused, then looked around.

"No matter which school they came from, no matter what kind of cursed spirit broke into the place, I will kill them without mercy."

Her tone remained calm, but no one dared to ignore the murderous intent within it.

Their instincts were telling them that the seemingly cute little girl was telling the truth.

After a while, Mashiro withdrew her curse power, and the air in the room returned to calm.

Miwa Kasumi was the first to catch her breath, gripping the edge of the table, her fingertips still trembling; she didn't want to move for the time being.

Mashiro turned around, paused at the door, but didn't look back.

"Rakuyanji Kashin."

The veins on the back of Leyan Temple's hand bulged, but he did not look away.

His pupils trembled slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, but he remained silent.

"After the exchange battle is over, I'll come find you again. I want to have a good talk with you about what happened last time and this time."

The door closed very softly behind me.

There was a long silence in the room, lasting more than ten seconds.

Noriyuki Kamo was the first to speak, his fingers touching his throat.

The silvery-white spatial rift was gone, but a lingering sense of shock remained on my skin.

"who is she?"

No one answered him; Rakuganji Yoshinobu, who knew the answer, remained silent.

Higashido Aoi bent down, picked up Miwa Kasumi's sword from the table, and returned it to her with the hilt facing back. Miwa Kasumi took the sword and said thank you, but her voice was hollow, like a conditioned reflex.

"How did she get in?" Zenji asked, leaning against the wall, his voice a little dry.

"I don't know, I didn't see it clearly," Dongtang said.

"That's not something an ordinary sorcerer could do," Kamo said in a low voice. "What rank is this supervisor?"

Nishimiya Momo finally sat up, picked up the broom, and hugged it to her chest: "Was she serious about saying 'kill without mercy'?"

"I'm serious," Todo said with a solemn expression.

He paused for a moment, then added, "When she unleashed her murderous aura, I stood up, not because I could withstand it, but because I was afraid of damaging Kotakada's autographed photo."

Everyone present fell silent, and the tense atmosphere gradually eased.

Dongtang snorted and left, while the others looked at Leyan Temple, waiting for his conclusion.

Leyan Temple stood up, walked to the window, and remained silent for a long time while looking at the scenery outside.

Then he sighed and said, "Let's put the plan to kill Itadori Hisahito on hold for now. You all prepare for the exchange meeting."

No one refuted.