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

Yoshinobu Rakuganji sat in a chair in the temporary office at the Kyoto school.

On his desk lay the interrogation records, which were made from HDB flats; the records were not thick.

He had just flipped through the record from beginning to end again, and when he got to the last page, he tapped it lightly a few times with his fingertips.

They knew nothing, not even their employer's name.

He closed the notebook and rubbed the corner of his eye.

The corridor outside was quiet, but the sounds of students training on the playground outside the window could be heard through the glass.

It's great that no students died, except for the container used in the Sukunara ritual.

He sighed, then heard footsteps.

Step by step, rather lightly, the footsteps were not familiar to him, until he finally stopped in front of the door.

Are you here to see me?

Leyan Temple's expression changed slightly as he looked at the open door.

Mashiro walked in, and Murami was in her hand, deliberately placed in the scabbard.

She closed the door as she came in, and the lock clicked into place.

"How much did they say about HDB flat tanning?" she asked casually.

Leyan Temple looked at her warily, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the interrogation record in front of her.

"It's practically nothing. He didn't know who the employer was, or the core target of this invasion. He was just pushed to the front to set up camp and block the way."

Mashiro didn't look at the record; she was looking at Rakuganji Temple.

"Did you know that the defense was moved last week?"

Leyan Temple paused for a moment, then shook his head. "The security personnel changes in the storage room were in accordance with regulations. I didn't even know that the defenses had been strengthened."

"Compliance." Mashiro repeated the two words.

Her tone remained unchanged, but Cong Yu's sword sheath touched the floor with a dull thud.

"You don't know the details of this attack?" she said.

Mashiro knew he was unaware of the situation, but she wanted to take this opportunity to stab him a couple more times.

"I really didn't know." Lok Yen-si looked up at her, his eyes showing some weariness. "I only realized things were more serious than I expected after I finished reviewing the HDB flat tanning case. There are people inside the upper echelons cooperating with outsiders, but I don't have any evidence as to who exactly. The factions within the conservative camp are very complex, and not every old guy will show me his hand."

"Just an excuse."

As Mashiro finished speaking, Murasame drew his sword from its sheath.

The light from the drawn blade flashed briefly in the room.

Leyan Temple stood up and took a step back. "Wait a minute, I did not cooperate with the cursed spirit."

"It doesn't matter," Mashiro said. "Whether we cooperate or not, I won't let what happened before go."

Leyan Temple took another half step back and reached out to grab the guitar leaning against the table.

The moment he got his hands on the guitar, his entire demeanor changed.

A rock and roll vibe rose up, and the feeling of not being able to go to school came over me.

The principal of the Kyoto school, Yoshinobu Rakuganji, likely used a technique related to sound waves, amplifying the attack power of sound waves by acting as a loudspeaker.

He plucked the first string.

The sound wave bounced off the string and cut towards Mashiro.

The sound waves cut through the air, carrying the power to sever trees.

As Leyan Temple watched the trajectory of the sound waves, his fingers were already on the second string, ready to strike in succession.

Then he heard another voice.

It was a snap of the fingers.

Mashiro stood still and snapped her fingers.

The sound waves emitted by Leyan Temple shattered in mid-air between the two, having no effect whatsoever.

Leyan Temple's fingers froze, then he gritted his teeth, and all six strings of the guitar trembled simultaneously, the guitar body making a slight clicking sound under the pressure of the sound waves.

But it was still no use; it was just another snap of the fingers.

Mashiro looked at his guitar. "It's no use. You know my information. Sound waves have no effect on me."

Leyan Temple placed the guitar on the table and got into position.

He's about to deliver an elbow strike.

Mashiro didn't give him any more time, taking a step forward, and Murasaki slashed down from the front.

Leyan Temple tried to dodge by turning to the side, but the tip of the knife still cut through the clothes on his left shoulder.

The sounds of tearing and skin being cut were mixed together.

A hand-length gash was cut into his shoulder, and blood seeped out from the tear in his clothes.

He staggered back a step, bracing himself with his fingers on the table to steady himself.

Mashiro's next slash came from the side.

Leyan Temple loosened his grip on the table and rolled to the ground, the blade grazing his back.

Mashiro didn't sheathe her sword. Murasame spun it in her palm, then gripped it properly, pointing the tip of the sword upwards.

The blade sliced ​​into the floor beside Leyan Temple, sending wood chips flying and hitting his calves.

Leyan Temple crawled backward, his arms cut by flying wood chips.

Leyan Temple covered the cut on his shoulder with his hand and leaned against the wall, the blood seeping from between his fingers leaving a bloody mark on the wall.

His breathing was heavy, and stray hairs clung to his forehead, but he didn't beg for mercy. He watched Mashiro approach.

"You've believed in the rules your whole life—the rules of the conservatives, the rules of the higher-ups. When you're sitting in meetings, raising your hands to sign documents, you feel like everything is within those rules."

Mashiro lifted Murasame high, the blade aimed at his body leaning against the wall, "The true man's transformation of non-action doesn't follow your rules, and raiding the warehouse doesn't require your approval process."

"When the students were fighting against a top-tier cursed spirit, whose side did your rules protect? Not even once."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slashed down at Cong Yu, the blade striking Le Yansi in the chest.

"hiss!"

Leyan Temple took the blow head-on, took a deep breath, and blood was still seeping from his chest.

"Do you have anything else to say?" The tip of the white blade moved back from the shards and aimed at his brow.

"Do what you're supposed to do," Rakuganji said. "Remember to be with Gojo Satoru."

Mashiro pushed the tip of the knife forward half an inch and pressed it against his brow. As the cold blade touched his skin, Rakuganji closed his eyes.

Then Mashiro sheathed her sword.

She sheathed Cong Yu, the entire process of the blade sliding into the scabbard was slow, and the sound of metal scraping together was particularly clear in the office.

I'll spare your life.

Rakuganji opened his eyes. Mashiro held the Murasame sword sheath horizontally in front of him, with the bottom of the sheath touching the ground.

"There's only one reason I'm sparing you: you have a more worthwhile way to die than being hacked to death by me."

Leyan Temple leaned against the wall and watched her. Although several wounds on her body were bleeding, they were not yet fatal.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly struggled to stand up straight from the wall: "What do you want me to do?"

"Establish a binding order. From today onward, you must provide me with advance intelligence on any instructions or clandestine movements by higher-ups targeting students."

Rakuganji braced himself against the edge of the table with his uninjured hand. He glanced down at the floor shattered by the knife, then looked up at Mashiro.

"Okay, I agree."

The restraints were established.

"There's something you should know: there's more than one person in the upper echelons who actively seeks cooperation with outsiders, but I don't know exactly who it is."

"It's alright." Mashiro turned and walked towards the door. "The Great Purge is about to begin."

She pushed open the door and left.

Leyan Temple watched her retreating figure and sighed, "I hope you can do it."

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Something urgent came up today, and I was planning to ask for leave, but since I didn't mention it yesterday, I still managed to squeeze in some time to write some words outside.

Sorry, everyone only has 4000 words. I'll resume normal updates tomorrow or the day after. Meow♡

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