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

Japanese knotweed gets up very early.

After the swelling in his finger subsided, he clenched his fist several times in the corridor to check on the recovery process.

Now I no longer feel pain when I bend my fingers, and the skin on my fist has returned to normal.

He loosened and clenched his fist several times.

"Didn't they say we couldn't practice boxing for two days?"

Maki walked over from the other side of the corridor carrying a water glass, her hair untied and draped over her shoulders.

She glanced at the hand that was loosening and then clenching again, and said casually.

"Maki-senpai, I know, it just depends on how well you're recovering." Itadori released his grip and greeted her.

"Yeah, don't push yourself too hard, lest you suffer any lasting consequences."

Maki didn't stop, and left him with these words as she walked past him.

Hadana scratched his head as he looked at her retreating figure, then decided to rest and recuperate.

He walked to the cafeteria, which wasn't crowded.

Dog Roll sat in the corner, a bowl of white porridge in front of him.

When he saw Huzhang arrive, he typed a message on his phone and held it up: Day 1 of recovery.

Huzhang nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Dog Roll nodded and typed another line: I'll treat you to milk tea this afternoon.

"Great, everyone! Dog Roll is treating us to milk tea this afternoon!" Itajimaru's eyes lit up as he announced loudly.

Everyone got excited when they heard that.

The panda came over from the food area carrying a large plate, and when it sat down next to the dog, the chair sank a little.

Fushiguro sat by the window with a bowl of miso soup in front of him.

He ate slowly with his head down, while Huzhang sat down opposite him with a nonchalant air.

"Fu Hei, does your injury still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Fu Hei looked up at him. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. By the way, do you know what the cafeteria is serving today? Is there anything special?"

"No, it's about the same as usual," Fuhei said, staring with dead fish eyes.

"Sigh, I'm tired of it all," Itadori sighed. "Well, then we'll just have to wait for next week's barbecue."

Just as Itadori finished speaking, Gojo Satoru's voice came from behind.

"What? Are you bringing up my topic?"

Gojo Satoru sat down next to Itadori, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

He took a sip, then put the cup on the table and turned to look at Huzhang.

"Sodayo (Just what I wanted), I want something different to eat. Gojo-sensei, can't you ask the cafeteria to make something else?"

"Oh, Teacher told Principal Yagami about being yelled at last time." Gojo Satoru laughed heartily.

"Can't wait?"

"Yes, everyone is waiting for your barbecue, teacher."

"I was talking about your training." Gojo Satoru pointed at Itadori's fist, which he unconsciously clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

"Ah, yes." Itari nodded. "I used to practice every day, and it's not good to stop all of a sudden."

"Haha, if you can't practice yourself, at least you can watch."

"What are you looking at?"

"Watching Megumi and Maki practice is a great way to learn too," Gojo Satoru said, quickly grabbing a few buns from the food counter and heading out.

As I passed by Dog Roll, I glanced down at his phone screen and said, "The milk tea is on me."

Dog Roll suddenly looked up and gave him a thumbs up.

Gojo Satoru smiled and hummed a little tune as he walked out of the cafeteria.

"What's wrong? Why are you so happy?" Mashiro came in from the doorway. "Oh, you seem this happy every day."

"Mashiro-chan, life is about enjoying it while you can." Gojo Satoru shrugged and handed one of the buns in his hand to Mashiro.

"Want some or not?"

Mashiro glanced at his hand with disgust. "You shook hands with Ruko. It's a bit disgusting. I don't want to."

"My hands, disgusting?"

Hearing her words, Gojo Satoru was greatly shocked. His eyes gradually became unfocused as he approached Mashiro step by step.

"You're saying my hands are disgusting?"

Mashiro shrank back, looking at him warily: "What are you going to do?"

"Hehehe, you have to take this bun whether you want it or not!" Gojo Satoru's eyes narrowed, and he was about to force the bun into her hand.

"Gojo Satoru, get out of here!" Mashiro dodged backward.

"Hehe, Mashiro-chan, don't dodge." Gojo Satoru chuckled, secretly activating a miniature Azure, a suction force trying to pull Mashiro closer.

"Gojo Satoru, have some shame! You need to use a spell for this?" Mashiro couldn't keep her usual cold expression and started cursing.

......

After getting her breakfast, Xigong Tao looked at the scene at the door where various spells were being cast and special effects were flying everywhere, and she twitched the corner of her mouth.

"What are you doing?"

Sanlun glanced at the two people struggling at the door, then looked at the group of people who had paid their way back behind him, and said helplessly, "I don't know either."

Because Baozi couldn't get close to Gojo Satoru, who had no limits, the final result was that Mashiro, who didn't want to waste food, took it.

The grass beside the training field was bathed in sunlight, and the ground was slightly warm.

Itadori sat on a bench by the field, elbows propped on his knees, watching Fushiguro and Maki practice.

Fu Hei's injuries have mostly healed, but he is still a little slow when turning around.

Maki's attack frequency didn't slow down just because he was injured; every strike forced him to react.

After blocking the blow, Fukuro used the momentum to retreat, and Yuquanbai jumped out of his shadow to block Maki's side.

Maki didn't force it; after stopping, she gently tapped Tama's head with the end of the stick.

"Your coordination with the shikigami is getting better and better."

Fuhei nodded, summoned the jade dog back, and rubbed its head: "After releasing the possession, I feel even more in sync with the shikigami."

"Was your technique developed based on the ten types of shadow magic?" Maki put down her weapon and looked at Tamagu.

"Yes, after all, it's not good to keep holding everyone back." Fushiguro Megumi nodded and said, without mentioning the hardships of developing the technique.

"So, can you do this with all your shikigami?"

"There are only a few options for now; we still need to continue developing them."

When Itajimaru saw that they had stopped, he stood up and walked over to Maki, who was drinking water.

"Maki-senpai."

"what?"

Do you think I'm suited to using weapons?

Maki glanced at him, screwed the cap back on her water bottle, paused for a moment, and then said, "To be honest, using weapons would actually limit your performance."

"How so?"

"You are very strong, and there are not many magical artifacts that can withstand your strength. Moreover, you would have to train for it, which would take more time and effort, and it would not be worth it."

"Oh, I see." Itadori responded, turning back to the bench with a hint of disappointment.

Mashiro walked over, saw him like this, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Mashiro-nee, it's nothing. Where are you going this afternoon?"

"Um, something came up."

Huzhang nodded without asking further questions.

Mashiro glanced at him, knowing he was just annoyed because he had nothing to do, so she ignored him and waited for him to recover.

She left the training ground; she had something else to do today.

Yoshinobu Rakuganji said he would look for him after the exchange battle ended.