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

Leyan Temple placed his hands on his knees and pondered for a long time.

"Okay," said Rakuganji, "but on one condition: you can't touch any of the students from the Kyoto school."

"Maintaining the students is our premise." Mashiro nodded and said, "I agree to your conditions."

Moth pushed her glasses up a little.

He felt like an outsider, listening to the conversation between the big shots, and was shocked from beginning to end.

What role does he play in this plan?

Why tell him these things?

He could only stare blankly as Huzhang slid from first base to second base and successfully slide to the second base, then stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants.

Youth is wonderful.

"When will you start?" Leyan Temple asked.

"In the next couple of days, while they still think we're busy with the exchange meeting, let's launch a surprise attack," Mashiro said.

"Mashiro's right." Gojo Satoru tilted his head to look at her. "Why do you seem a little expectant?"

"Aren't you the same?"

"Too."

Halftime break.

The students gathered around the benches on the sidelines. Inu-maki was talking to San-ryu on his phone, Itadori was panting with a towel around his neck, and Fushiguro and Kamo were sitting next to him.

Maki and Mai rarely get together to talk, and although they are still bickering, the atmosphere is much better than before.

Was he frightened by seeing his sister's serious injuries?

After all, he's a sister-complex character, even though it's very awkward.

Not difficult to understand.

Mashiro was very happy to see the students on the field with a relationship that was clearly closer than in the original work.

That's exactly the kind of scene she wanted to see.

Although fighting Nuo would be very exciting, her goal was also for everyone to have a happy ending.

The game resumed. Maki stepped into the batter's box, bat slung over her shoulder.

The mechanical ball threw a straight ball, and the ball was faster than before.

Maki swung the bat, the sound of the bat hitting the ball exploded, and the ball flew over the outfielder's head and bounced twice outside the boundary line.

"Home run!" Gojo Satoru whistled.

Maki casually tossed her bat on the ground and began running the bases, her strides steady.

Itajitsu shouted at her to run faster from the direction of third base, but she ignored him.

"How long will the cleaning take?" Moth asked.

"Let's find a time to hold a meeting with them, then wipe them all out in one fell swoop. It'll be quick." Gojo Satoru smiled slightly. "After all, I'm the strongest."

Mashiro sighed as she looked at Gojo Satoru. "There are too many divine quotes!" Sugar's new episode is now airing.

When will she be able to be as shameless and witty as Gojo Satoru?

It's a good thing to trash talk each other during a fight.

It's so sweet.

"What if someone notices it beforehand?" Leyan Temple said.

"No one will notice," Mashiro said, looking at Rakuganji. "They can't escape."

Leyan Temple did not answer. He picked up the water bottle from his feet, took a sip, and then looked at the students across the court.

Shunpei stepped into the batting box, his grip on the bat still a bit rusty. Itajimaru said something to him from the side, and Shunpei nodded and adjusted his wrist.

"Bang!"

……

The match ended quickly.

Nobody really kept track of the exact score, since nobody could catch Itazura na Kiss's home runs.

In other words, the Tokyo school won.

Gojo Satoru stood up and stretched: "Anyway, we won, so why remember it so clearly?"

Students from the Kyoto school gathered around the mechanical ball.

Momoko Nishimiya, gripping her broom, said, "If you serve any faster, Itadori won't be able to hit you!"

Mechanical Maru replied helplessly, "Any faster and I'd have to use my magic. This is already the fastest I can go."

"Then why can Itadori hit the ball at that speed without using any magical power?"

"How would I know?"

Although the useless tricycle didn't do much good, she still comforted them from the side.

At least it has this effect!

Sanlun felt happy again.

Leyan Temple left first from the audience seats. Before leaving, he checked everything, picked up a water bottle from the ground, tucked it under his arm, and left.

Nocturnal Moth stood up, dusted off his knees, told Gojo Satoru to let him know before he started, and then headed towards the training ground.

Mashiro stood up from the spectator stands and tidied her hair and wings.

Gojo Satoru stood next to Mashiro, his hands in his pockets, watching the students on the sidelines.

"Tonight I'll go to Leyan Temple to confirm the information first, and then I'll have him hold a meeting at a later time. I'll take you with me."

"Can I go?" Mashiro asked Gojo Satoru, somewhat surprised.

She thought the signal to smash a glass was coming, so she just barged in.

"You're a special advisor for the vocational high school," Gojo Satoru said with a hint of exasperation. "Isn't that a proper position?"

"...I don't recall ever officially being a consultant." Mashiro stared at him and said, "Did you sign it without my permission?"

"Hehe." Gojo Satoru struck Fujiya's classic pose.

"Never mind." Mashiro sighed. "It's alright, having an identity is better than barging in."

Gojo Satoru nodded. "Exactly!"

Then he changed the subject and mentioned Yoshinobu Rakuganji.

"Rakuganji spent his whole life in the conservative camp, only to be forced to betray the higher-ups by a twelve-year-old girl." Gojo Satoru turned to look at Mashiro. "You should have cut him a couple more times."

"That's enough already. If he cuts any more, I'm afraid he'll die in front of me."

"That's true." Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand. "Let's go to the cafeteria. Itadori and the others are waiting."

Mashiro followed him, and the two of them walked down the steps from the spectator stands.

Students were packing up their equipment on the baseball field. Itadori was carrying an equipment bag in one hand and pulling Junpei along with the other, heading towards the exit. When he saw Mashiro and Gojo Satoru walking over, he raised the equipment bag and shook it.

"Gojo-sensei! What are we having for dinner tonight?!"

"Barbecue." Gojo Satoru put his hands back in his pockets. "Let's make up for the meal we talked about last time."

"Oh!" Itachi raised his hand holding the equipment, then lowered it again after realizing what was happening.

Then he turned to Shunping and told him the good news.

Shunping paused for a moment, then the two of them burst into laughter.

After Huzhang moved the equipment back to the warehouse, he came back, his breathing still not completely calm.

Upon seeing Mashiro, he jogged over and said, "Mashiro-nee, you sat in the stands the whole time today, how was it?"

Mashiro shook her head, very honestly: "I don't understand."

"Huh? What happened?" Itadori asked, a little disappointed. "Did you see my home run just now?"

"I saw it." Mashiro looked at him like a primary school student seeking praise and said with a smile, "That's amazing."

Huzhang grinned, turned around and ran back to everyone, continuing to move the equipment into the warehouse.

Fukuro walked over from behind, carrying a neatly folded pitcher's mound mat, and passed by Itajit with a blank expression: "You raised your knees too high when you slid the base."

Haddō thought for a moment: "Really? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"Really, really."

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