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

Itachi didn't answer. He observed Todo's standing posture and noticed a few details in the combo he had just executed.

When Toudou attacks, his center of gravity will shift forward. In other words, if you can seize the moment when his center of gravity shifts during his attack, you can interrupt his attack.

After enduring a set of blows, he learned the power generation methods of several moves and continuously refined his technique through his exchanges with Dongtang.

The two fought for several more rounds in the open space. Every punch from Todo was extremely powerful, and Itachi gritted his teeth as he parried and learned his attack patterns.

"Bang!"

Toudou missed his punch and was pushed back again. He looked at Itajō and said with a smile, "You're copying me."

Itajō didn't deny it. He was slightly out of breath and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers. "Did I upset you?"

Dongtang shook his head. Of course he wasn't angry. He was having a great time. Few people were willing to fight him hand-to-hand, and no one could improve while being beaten.

He took a half step back, lowered his fists, straightened his back, and his expression became solemn.

"Hirohito Itadori, I have a question for you."

Itajō was somewhat puzzled, unsure of what he was going to say, but out of politeness, he lowered his fist: "What is it?"

What kind of woman do you like?

"...Huh?" Itadori was stunned.

"I asked you what type of woman you like." Toudou's tone was anything but joking; his expression was serious. "Don't take it personally; it's just an assessment."

Huzhang opened his mouth and then closed it again; he was indeed a little confused by this turn of events.

But Todo wasn't joking; he was serious.

Itadori could sense that if he made up an answer, Todo would be very angry.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment.

Who do you like? If I had to say...

The image in my mind is silver, not the kind of silver dyed at a hair salon, but natural, a dazzling silver-white that shines under the lights.

Its outline was small, probably only reaching his shoulder.

Her face was small, and her features were delicate and cute, but her red eyes always looked cold.

It wasn't an uncomfortable coldness, but rather like the moon, detached from the world, untouched by its mortal realm.

She was very skilled, much stronger than him, and always stood in front of him to protect him.

Although he never says nice things, he's always there when needed.

Wait, wait, wait, wait... no, no, no.

Huzhang shook his head, trying to banish the image from his mind.

It's not that kind of liking. Mashiro is the older sister, so you can't use the term "older sister" to answer this kind of question.

But he tried hard to think if there was anyone else.

The answer was no; among the people he knew, there was indeed no other woman who struck him as his type.

Wild roses? Uh, never mind.

Driving away the wild roses that were shouting "What do you mean?" from his mind, Dr. Katsura pondered.

The only one I can call "Sister Mashiro" is someone I feel close to, but that's only in a familial sense. So how should I answer that?

It doesn't seem right to say it directly, so let's be more tactful!

After hesitating for a moment, Huzhang spoke.

"If I had to say," he paused, "my height and build are rather unusual."

Upon hearing his words, Dongtang's expression instantly shifted from serious to shocked.

Her height and build are both unusual; isn't she the tall and curvy type?

His pupils dilated, his lips parted slightly, his facial muscles relaxed from their previous tension, and then his eyes welled up with tears.

Itachi took a step back, looking at Toudou's exaggerated expression, unsure if he had said something inappropriate earlier.

Dongtang was momentarily dazed, and some distant memories suddenly flashed through his mind (though they didn't actually exist):

"I'm going to confess my feelings to Kotakada," Todo said to Itadori.

Itajō turned around in surprise. "I don't want to comfort you after you've been dumped!"

"Why is it based on the premise of being rejected?"

……

"Do you think she might like me?"

"Hey, let's go." Itadori patted him on the shoulder. "Let's eat ramen, it's on me."

These images are so clear they seem etched in my mind (even though they don't actually exist).

Dongtang Kui took a deep breath, raised his head, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably.

"Japanese knotweed Yuhito."

"Uh... um."

"It seems we're best friends." Toudou's voice was soft, but it carried a sense of bewilderment that Itadori couldn't understand at all.

Hadji had no idea what was happening. He watched as the 1.9-meter-tall man spoke those words with tears in his eyes, and he felt as if his personality was being redefined.

He blinked, and said blankly, "Hmm...hmm?"

"You don't need to say anything." Todo grasped Itari's hand, cupping it in his palms. "There's no need for many words between true friends."

Itachi was stunned for a moment. He looked at his hand being held and then at the sincerity in Todo's eyes. Finally, he gave up trying to understand the matter.

Oh well, it's not a bad thing anyway.

Probably.

Yes, I hope so.

But the stance that Dongtang adopted after releasing his grip was completely different from before. He suppressed all superfluous expressions, leaving only his fighting spirit.

"Even if they are my best friends, I won't hold back once we're in the ring. In fact, it's precisely because they are my best friends that I'll go all out."

Huzhang also got back into position. "Alright."

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling on the two people.

Dongtang rushed forward, and Huzhang also pushed off the ground to meet him.

The moment the two figures collided on the open ground, leaves flew up in droves, and the sounds of their battle echoed loudly through the forest.

......

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this just two gorillas fighting?"

Nishimiya Momo sat sideways on a broom, one hand supporting her chin, watching two figures bumping into each other on the open ground below.

The fight between Huzhang and Dongtang had been going on for several minutes, breaking tree trunks, scattering leaves, and leaving craters in the ground.

The tip of her broom emitted a fine stream of air, allowing her to hover above the treetops, just enough to see what was below.

She knew Dongtang's strength very well. When he was at Kyoto School, he never took the initiative to spar with anyone because no one's body could withstand his punches for more than three rounds.

But the pink-haired guy had been fighting for several minutes, still laughing, even though his smile was half-covered in blood.

Moreover, his punches were very heavy; the bloodstain on Dongtang's chin was definitely from one of his blows.

Are all the new students at the Tokyo campus monsters?

She remembered the silver-haired, blindfolded girl from earlier; the fear of being on the verge of death in the preparation room was still etched in her mind.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the image.

It's okay, that person isn't a contestant, he's a supervisor.

The task now is to eliminate the remaining staff at the Tokyo campus.