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

Gojo Satoru was slightly taken aback by Mashiro's words. "Huh? I'm going too?"

"Don't be upset, it'll be over soon." Mashiro looked at him and said, "Just sit there and use your six eyes to see who's lying."

Leyan Temple tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest and remained silent for a while.

Six Eyes can efficiently screen out whether someone is lying, and Gojo Satoru is perfect for being on the scene.

"What are the selection criteria?" Moth put down her teacup and asked.

"The primary condition is that they cannot be associated with cursed spirits or curse masters." Mashiro thought for a moment, "Let's set the other conditions based on normal values ​​and non-radical thinking."

Seeing the three of them ignoring him and moving on to the next topic, Gojo Satoru sighed.

"Okay, okay, I'll help with the interviews. I can just sit there and watch, right?"

Mashiro walked slowly around the room, thinking for a while.

"While I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to attend an interview if they have problems, if there are special circumstances, you have to protect the other participants."

"Alright, the workload has increased again." Gojo Satoru stretched and yawned. "My rest time is getting even less."

"After the higher-ups have cleaned things up, you won't be as tired as before."

Mashiro walked over, intending to pat his arm, but her hand was blocked by Wuxia, and she slightly raised the corner of her mouth.

When Gojo saw the wheel spinning around Masashiro's head, he smirked and quickly deactivated the "No Limits" mode.

"Oh dear." Mashiro's hand landed smoothly on his arm. She paused for a moment, then said, "Anyway, don't complain anymore. Just consider it the final step in ending this."

Seeing Gojo Satoru nod, Rakuganji stood up. "Is it enough to just ask a few questions?"

"That's enough. Liars can't hide from Six Eyes," Gojo Satoru said confidently.

Leyan Temple was silent for a while, then nodded. Night Moth closed the notebook and placed it on the table.

"You can decide what specific questions to ask yourselves in private." After saying this, Mashiro left the office and headed towards her home. "You'll start the selection process tomorrow. That's all for today."

"That's right, you two do your best~" Gojo Satoru took his jacket off the back of the chair, draped it over his shoulder, and walked out.

Leyan Temple and Ye'e looked at each other, sighed, and continued to stay up all night to formulate detailed rules and regulations.

……

The next morning, the students from the Kyoto campus gathered downstairs at the dormitory building.

The exchange program is over, and they have to go back to their own schools.

The bus stopped at the door, and the driver had already stuffed the suitcases into the luggage compartment under the bus.

Kamo Kenki stood casually by the car door, Nishimiya Momo leaned against the door with a broom in her arms, yawning, while Sanlun counted the number of people beside them.

People from the Tokyo campus also came to see them off in front of the dormitory building.

Tiger Stick ran down the steps, clutching something in his hand.

He ran up to the tricycle and handed it over, saying, "This is the ball that scored in the last baseball game. Here it is as a souvenir for you."

The man took the tricycle, paused for a moment, then smiled. "Thank you. We'll win it back at the next exchange meeting."

"Oh! We'll give it our all too, we won't lose!" Itajima grinned.

"You're full of energy! You're a true brother!" Dongtang arrived at some point and patted Itadori on the shoulder.

"Keep up the good work, just like you always have at the school festival!"

"We weren't in the same school before, were we?"

"This kind of thing is completely irrelevant!"

……

"Hahaha." Miwa looked at the two big guys in front of him, silently left, and came to the side of the mechanical ball.

"Is there something you need?" Mechanical Maru asked hesitantly after looking at the approaching tricycle.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you?" The tricycle driver seemed flustered and waved his hands repeatedly. "Then I'll go somewhere else."

After a moment of silence, Mechanical Maru watched the three-wheeled vehicle prepare to leave, and his heart tightened.

"It's alright, it's a tricycle, you can stay here."

"Huh?" Miwa turned around in surprise, then smiled. "Okay."

After the tricycle came over, he whispered that the passionate atmosphere between Todo and Itadori was really hard to approach.

Mechanical Maru watched her quietly, listening to her slow complaints, occasionally echoing her softly.

Such moments were too wonderful, and he couldn't help but drift into daydreams.

If, if one day, could he truly stand by her side instead of being a puppet?

I just stayed quietly by her side, listening to her speak in silence.

I felt the joy of being by her side with my own body, breathing the same air as her.

He listened to her calling his name again and again, and that soft, melodious voice echoed in his mind countless times.

Would this bring me closer to her?

"Mechanical Maru, get on board, we're leaving." The voice of the tricycle pulled him back to reality from his fantasy.

Fantasy is so beautiful that reality is so painful.

Mechanical Maru desperately suppressed his inner longing and nodded gently. "I'm here."

The voice remained the same mechanical tone, unable to convey even the hoarse, trembling tone of the person in question.

However, it's better if the message doesn't get through.

A traitor like him may only be qualified to express his love to the one he loves on the day he dies.

That's fine, that's fine...

The bus started, its taillights flashed briefly, and then it drove out of the highway exit.

Hu Zhang stood in the middle of the road, waved his hand a few times, then put his hand down and put it back in his pocket.

"What do we do next?"

"Let's train," Fushiguro Megumi said after thinking for a moment.

"Eh? Can't we go explore Tokyo?" Kugizaki sighed.

"Not today." Kiyotaka Ijichi walked over. "A message came from the window, asking you to investigate."

Hadana took it, glanced at it, and her eyes lit up. "Finally, we can get out!"

"What?!" Kugizaki leaned closer. "All three died in the same way? Stabbed to death by a cursed spirit at their front door?"

Megumi Fushiguro took the tablet from Itadori's hand. "Did all three of them tell the management company that the automatic door was never closing?"

Itadori and Kugizaki's eyes lit up: "Isn't this just one of those urban legends!?"

Senior students, do you know?

I've been working hard on club activities since I came to Tokyo!

Huzhang clenched his fist, his face full of excitement.

"Calm down." Fushiguro Megumi looked at the two making a scene and felt like her head was about to explode.

"This task will be completed by the four first-year students together. Advisor Kujo will be absent today due to other commitments," Kiyotaka Ijichi told them.

"Shunping, you come too!" Huzhang pulled Shunping, who was standing quietly beside him, and said.

Shunping was stunned. He thought that a novice like himself wouldn't start doing tasks right away.

I was pleasantly surprised, but also a little nervous.

"I'll do my best!" Shunping nodded, his eyes filled with determination.

"Oh, right, Ms. Kujo asked me to pass on a message to you," Kiyoshi Iji called out to Itajiro.

"What?"