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

The female doctor walked up to Mashiro and glanced at the cut on her face. She took out a flashlight from her pocket and shone it on her face.

"It's already healed. No need to worry about it."

"Mm." Mashiro nodded.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor; it was more than one person.

People from the Kyoto school came in.

Miwa Kasumi walked at the front, holding three bottles of sports drinks in her hand.

"I've bought you drinks."

The mechanical ball followed behind her, its mechanical structure emitting a faint grinding sound as it moved.

Nishimiya Momo was the last to enter. She glanced around the room and said with a hint of apology, "Are you badly injured? We were isolated outside."

"It's alright, nothing's wrong," Maki said, leaning against the window.

Sanlun placed the sports drink on the bedside table and paused for a moment when he saw Huzhang's swollen fingers.

"Is your hand alright?"

"Just apply an ice pack." Itachi took a bottle of drink and unscrewed the cap with one hand.

Sanlun watched him twist the bottle cap with one hand and his lips twitched.

Machine Maru walked up to Kamo and stopped in front of him.

Kamo turned around from in front of the cabinet, holding a bottle of iron supplement in his hand.

Their eyes met briefly, and Mech Maru pointed to the spot on his wrist with the finger of his prosthetic body.

How much blood was lost?

"It won't affect the event," Kamo said.

"That's quite a lot."

Kamo did not answer. Kaikimaru didn't press further, and instead stepped back to stand against the wall.

Dog Roll held up his phone screen for the tricycle to see; it read, "It will take five days for your throat to heal."

After watching the three-wheeled vehicle, he gave him a thumbs-up. Gou Juan nodded and typed a message on his phone: "I'll treat you to milk tea later."

"Okay, okay."

Momo stood by Fushiguro's bedside for a moment. Fushiguro remained unresponsive with his eyes closed. She turned to look at Maki. "Is he asleep?"

"Close your eyes and rest," Maki said.

"That means you don't want to talk." Nishimiya Momo turned around and sat down next to the tricycle.

Gojo Satoru straightened up from the door frame.

He clapped his hands twice, not loudly, but everyone in the room stopped what they were doing after he clapped.

"Alright, let's get down to business." His tone remained relaxed.

"There were three enemies in today's invasion, and the Special Class was eliminated by Hisajin Todo Mashiro in collaboration with him."

He held up one finger at a time.

"The real person's clone was also killed by Mashiro and me. The real person probably didn't go to the high school; they're probably outside providing backup. The person who cast the spell on the tent has been taken back for questioning by Principal Rakuganji."

He put his hands back into his pockets, his hair dangling in front of his eye mask and swaying slightly.

"We'll reschedule today's ranking match. Everyone go home and rest now. Those who can attend class will have class as scheduled tomorrow."

Pupil slid off the bed, removed the ice pack from his fingers, and placed it on the tray.

He walked to Fu Hei's bedside and glanced down. Fu Hei opened his eyes and looked at him.

"We're leaving, we're going back."

Fu Hei sat up in bed, bracing himself against the wall with his hands as his feet touched the floor.

He looked down at his abdomen.

"Is that still inside you?" Itari asked.

"It's been removed." Fuhei shook his head and stood up. "I just feel a little uncomfortable."

The students from the Kyoto school also stood up one after another.

Maki left the window frame and stopped as she walked past Fushiguro.

"I'll put Youyun in your shadow for now. You can take it yourself next time you need it."

Fushiguro glanced at her, nodded, and said, "Okay, thank you, Maki-senpai."

"Why be so polite?"

Maki waved and walked out the door.

The panda followed behind her, its stitched arms swinging at its sides, the black stitches standing out against its white fur.

Before leaving, the tricycle delivered the last bottle of sports drink to Mashiro.

Mashiro glanced at her, nodded, and said, "Thank you."

Sanlun turned around and smiled. He almost bumped into the door frame as he walked out the door, but Nishimiya Momo pulled him back.

The male and female doctors pushed the equipment cart out of the medical room and nodded as they passed by.

The door closed gently behind them, leaving only Mashiro and Gojo Satoru in the room.

Gojo Satoru walked to the window; the birds outside had stopped chirping.

He took his hand out of his pocket and placed it on the windowsill, his back to Mashiro.

"The security in the storage room was changed last week," he said casually.

Mashiro sat down in the chair, waiting for this sentence.

"The tent on the playground is only open to you, and the security measures in the storage room are just for show. There's a mole among the higher-ups."

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru tapped his fingers twice on the windowsill. "Someone is cooperating from upstairs."

Mashiro didn't answer immediately. This was beyond what the mechanical mace could do; there must be someone at the higher levels colluding with Rōsō.

"It seems that a purge of the upper echelons needs to be put on the agenda." Mashiro's tone turned cold.

"Ah, this is getting more and more outrageous." It seems that Gojo Satoru is no longer planning to take things slowly like before.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand from the windowsill, turned around, and leaned his back against the window frame.

The corners of his mouth no longer had their usual casual curve.

"The higher-ups are completely rotten."

Mashiro didn't respond; Gojo Satoru rarely spoke in that tone.

"What are you planning to do?" she asked.

"I was planning to investigate slowly before." Gojo Satoru pushed his blindfold up his nose. "But now that I think about it, it doesn't really matter whether we investigate or not. There's more than one person like this in the higher-ups."

"So you're planning to just clean it up directly."

"Yeah, let's take our time after we finish the barbecue." Gojo Satoru put his hands back in his pockets, his tone becoming relaxed again. "We'll look for them one by one. Anyone who can stand in front of me without feeling guilty will pass."

Mashiro chuckled at his words: "Are you sure they can stand in front of you without batting an eye?"

"There shouldn't be any, which is why it's interesting." Gojo Satoru tilted his head. "The guilty ones will make the first move, and the first one to make the first move is the first person I look for."

Mashiro did not answer immediately.

This plan is not perfect, but he can sense the slightest fluctuations in magical power. Six Eyes is the most direct lie detector in front of people.

No one in the upper echelons is stronger than him; the reason he didn't take action before was simply because he was still willing to follow the proper procedures.

Now that the process is blocked, the first solution he thought of was the most basic one.

And she intends to do so.

"When do you plan to start?" Mashiro asked.

"Once your cuts on your face have healed," Gojo Satoru said, "we'll treat them to some barbecue and put them on edge for a few days. People who are on edge are more likely to make mistakes than those who are relaxed."

Mashiro nodded.

Gojo Satoru moved away from the window frame, took two steps toward the door, and then stopped. He didn't turn around.

"When you were creating clones in the tent today, did the real person say anything?"

"He was scared by me." Mashiro raised the corners of her mouth. "When they get back, they'll probably start to have doubts about their own side."

"You're something else." Gojo Satoru snorted. "Next time it'll be our turn to find him. He's outside, and those people are inside. We'll take care of both sides at once."

He raised his hand, shook his finger, and walked out of the medical room.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the corridor, on the old floor, growing fainter and fainter.

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