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

The secret techniques of Shinkage-ryu require no talent or bloodline; the only requirement is to practice a single movement tens of thousands of times until the body reacts before the mind.

Miwa Kasumi started practicing three years ago, swinging her sword five hundred times a day, in addition to practicing using her incantation to create a simplified domain.

Now, a spherical space with a radius of 2.21 meters has been formed with her body as the center. Anyone who steps into this area will be met with a fully automatic sword-drawing counterattack.

Maki stopped at the edge of the domain. She looked at Miwa Kasumi standing inside the domain, gripping her sword tightly, ready to counterattack at any moment.

Her arms were trembling slightly; maintaining the field was beyond her physical reserves.

Miwa Kasumi has been pushed to her limit, but she still has no intention of backing down.

"Even if you can automatically target enemies, your stamina won't last long," Maki said.

"I know. But just hold on until you give up first."

Maki didn't answer. She took half a step back and held the spear horizontally in front of her.

Then she did something that San-wa Kasumi couldn't understand: she broke the spear in half.

She weighed the broken handle in her hand, then suddenly accelerated and moved to the side.

Kasumi's domain can automatically counterattack, so Maki didn't rush in directly.

She threw the broken handle forcefully towards the direction of Miwa Kasumi.

The moment the broken handle flew into the simplified field, Miwa Kasumi's body responded automatically.

The sure-hit slash was launched, and the blade instantly caught up with the broken hilt, cleaving it in two and striking the ground.

This is muscle memory formed through millions of repetitions; it's impossible to defend against it, and it's impossible for it not to hit.

But that's exactly what Maki wanted.

In the brief instant that Misaki's automatic slash struck the broken handle, she had no energy left to deal with another target entering her domain.

Maki herself had already entered the domain, and with half of her spear slashing down, Miwa Kasumi managed to defend against it with all her might.

But Maki smiled slightly, her left hand gripping Miwa Kasumi's right wrist from below, while her right arm pressed down to trap the inside of the blade.

Then, exert force with both hands simultaneously and twist in the opposite direction once.

The art of disarming someone of their knife.

Kasumi Miwa's fingers were forcibly pried off the hilt of the knife, and the knife slid out from between her loose knuckles and landed in Maki's hand.

She herself was also blasted away, her feet leaving the ground, and the simple domain collapsed.

Kasumi Miwa knelt on the ground, panting. The exertion of maintaining the simple domain, coupled with the struggle when her sword was taken away, had completely exhausted her strength.

"Your sword is pretty good." Maki twirled Miwa Kasumi's sword in her hand and nodded.

Ah, her knife!

Kasumi Miwa stared intently at the sword, her hand slightly reaching towards it.

Seeing the child's expression as if he wanted the knife back, Maki sighed and handed it back anyway.

"You should abstain."

Kasumi Miwa sheathed her sword, a relieved expression on her face, and nodded.

"Why were you folding your gun just now?" Miwa Kasumi looked at her with a hint of doubt. "Isn't that a cursed artifact?"

"Only the spearhead is a cursed weapon." Maki stood up straight, arms crossed. "The shaft is just ordinary wood."

Miwa Kasumi sheathed her sword, nodded, and raised her hands: "I see. I forfeit."

"Okay." Maki turned and walked into the forest, waving her hand without looking back. "I'll treat you to dinner after this exchange meeting is over."

"Ah, okay." Miwa Kasumi nodded, only remembering after watching Maki's figure disappear.

She didn't know where she was.

"How am I supposed to get out?" Miwa Kasumi stood there, stunned, her expression blank.

On the tree behind Miwa Kasumi, a crow was watching her from the treetop.

A crow perched on a treetop, tilting its head slightly. Through its eyes, the image was transmitted to the college's monitoring room.

"Hahaha, this kid is really interesting." Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, his legs propped up on the control panel. "Principal Rakuganji, how about transferring this kid to our Tokyo branch?"

"Hmph, what are you up to now?" Leyan Temple tapped his cane lightly, and another talisman beside him silently burned to ashes.

This is already the umpteenth card that has been burned since the start of the team battle.

"I just like interesting kids, I don't have any bad intentions."

Gojo Satoru held up one finger and waved it, then changed the subject, "Speaking of which, your Kyoto school has already eliminated two people. We were the ones who exorcised the cursed spirits. Aren't you worried, Principal?"

"Hmph." Leyan Temple didn't want to pay attention to him, and just snorted coldly without responding.

Gojo Satoru, not wanting to make a fool of himself, put his leg off the control panel, took out his phone, and called Mashiro.

"Hey? Could you please recycle that blue-haired little girl from the Kyoto school?"

There was a half-second silence on the other end of the phone. Then Mashiro's voice came through.

"We've arrived."

As the sound reached Gojo Satoru's ears, Mashiro's figure also appeared on the surveillance screen.

"East? Or west?" Miwa Kasumi spun around in place, and all directions looked the same.

The tree canopy overhead blocked out the sunlight, making it impossible to distinguish east from west.

She sighed and prepared to walk in the direction that looked most like the exit.

Just then, someone tugged at her sleeve from behind.

"Waaaaaaah!!!"

Miwa Kasumi jumped up and leaped forward. Then she turned around and found Mashiro standing less than a meter behind her, having arrived at some unknown time.

The silvery-white wings obscured her vision, but she could still feel someone staring at her.

"...What are you yelling for?" Mashiro said, startled by Miwa Kasumi's scream.

"I...I...I didn't hear any footsteps!" Miwa Kasumi clutched her chest, her heart still pounding. "When did you get here?!"

"Just now."

It took San-lun Xia several breaths to steady her heartbeat.

She was frightened by this person once in the lounge, and now she's been frightened again. The psychological damage she's suffered today has exceeded the limit.

Mashiro tilted her head and looked at her. "You've been eliminated."

"Yes, I lost to the Zen temple." Miwa Kasumi nodded and honestly admitted.

"I'll take you away from here to a safe place."

"Oh, okay, thank you for your help."

Mashiro raised her hand and grabbed Miwaka. "Ready?"

Kasumi Miwa took a deep breath and nodded: "I'm ready! Aaaaaaaah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Mashiro quickly moved her outside the arena.

"A tricycle? You're out too?"

Nishimiya Momo sat under the shade of a tree, watching Miwa Kasumi being brought over and began to speak.

While still in the midst of the chaos, Miwa Kasumi heard a familiar voice and slowly calmed down.

"Nishimiya-senpai!" Miwa Kasumi ran to the shade of a tree and plopped down next to her. "I got beaten by Mai's older sister, how about you?"

"I fought a nail thrower and lost." Nishimiya Momo placed the broom across her lap to inspect the cracks in the handle. "I can win next time."

A crow flew down from the treetop and landed on the clearing at the edge of the meadow, pecking at its wing.

"Speaking of which, I just encountered a crow over there that kept staring at me," said Miwa Kasumi, pointing to the crow on the grass.

"...This is a surveillance technique, allowing them to see the footage." Nishimiya Momo glanced at the crow, then at Miwa Kasumi. "Wait, so you were talking to the crow just now?"

"I didn't!" Miwa Kasumi blushed.

In the monitoring room, Gojo Satoru looked at the two girls sitting side by side under the shade of a zelkova tree on the screen and chuckled.

This is what youth is all about.