Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Her fighting style is unique; she doesn't use knives or fists, but rather nails and a hammer, combined with a spell called the Chuling Incantation.

She infused her cursed power into an iron nail engraved with a heart shape, then hammered the nail into the cursed body, thereby destroying the opponent's soul structure.

The mechanism is quite complex, yet its destructive power is visibly strong. This fighting style requires extremely high precision and control over magical energy, but she uses it with great ease.

But her technique itself is not the reason why Yuu remembers her.

The reason she attracted Yuuto's attention was different from that of Itsuji or Junpei.

She came from an extremely remote village, the kind of place where even locals might not be able to pronounce her name correctly on a map.

Wild Rose's family was not poor, but the environment was more suffocating than poverty itself.

She first saw the outside world through a girl named Saori.

When Saori moved to that village from Tokyo, Nobara was still very young.

Saori was a little older than her, and she was very gentle, always speaking softly to everyone.

She would take Wild Rose's hand to her house for black tea and desserts, walk with her home along the long dirt road after school, and laugh as she pulled Wild Rose away from other children when they got into fights, wiping the dust off her face with a tissue. She would say that Wild Rose looked beautiful and didn't need to compare herself to others.

Wild Rose has no older sister, but Saori is.

Before Saori came along, Wild Rose didn't feel like she was missing anything. But after Saori arrived, she felt like there was something in her life that could never be filled again.

But the villagers don't see it that way.

In a closed and exclusive little town, Saori, a girl who moved from the big city, was an outcast.

They said Saori thought she was something special, that she looked down on country folk, that her family's meals were pretentious, and that she spoke ill of others behind their backs.

Whether those words were true or false, no one verified them, and no one cared.

Villagers threw garbage in front of her house, splashed paint on her walls, and deliberately turned up the loud music at midnight so that the jarring music could travel over the wall between the two houses, forcing her family to move out.

On the day Saori left, Wild Rose stood at the village entrance, watching the moving company truck bump and chug over the potholed dirt road, the little bell hanging in the rearview mirror gradually disappearing into the dust.

Wild Rose's techniques were not learned at a vocational college.

She could see the curse since she was a child; it was something ingrained in her bones.

Her grandmother had taught her how to use that power, day after day, year after year.

At the age of 15, Wild Rose finally got the most important opportunity of her life.

I left that small village to go to school in Tokyo.

The Jujutsu High School provides students with free room and board and tuition waivers. For a girl like her, who has neither a family background nor strong financial support, it is the only legal way to establish herself in Tokyo.

So she signed up, passed the review, and is now on the list.

Yuuto snapped out of his reverie; the road sign in front of him indicated that the next exit was less than two kilometers away.

He slightly adjusted the angle of the steering wheel and tapped it lightly with his fingers twice.

"We're almost there," Yuuto said.

The car turned off the highway and onto a side road.

Streetlights swept past the car window one after another, casting alternating bright and dark shadows on the three people's faces.

Tiger Stick leaned against the car window, gazing at the gradually denser rows of shops outside: "This place is so quiet."

In front of a gray-white building in the distance, a figure stands under a street lamp, a canvas bag casually slung over his shoulder, his short orange hair fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.

She was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, dark trousers, and sneakers. She stood there not looking at her phone, but rather idly gazing at the clouds in the sky.

They arrived. Yuuto slowly stopped the car in front of her and rolled down the window: "Kuzaki?"

The girl tilted her head to look at him, a slight upturn of her lips, and said in a soft but confident voice, "You've been taking way too long. I thought you'd forgotten about me."

Wild Rose was born into a family of sorcerers and has connections with the Sorcery Alliance.

She even enrolled in a specialized sorcery program herself; sorcery isn't something that can always be discovered.

Therefore, he had already been in contact with Yuuto, and the two arranged to meet at this location to pick him up and take him to the vocational college.

Hu Zhang jumped down first, and Shunping hesitated for a moment before getting off the bus as well.

The streetlights cast the shadows of the three people on the ground, their lengths varying and intertwined.

Wild Rose's gaze lingered on the scepter for a moment.

This person has an undeniable, rustic air about them.

With a bright smile, sunny confidence, and an aura of health and well-being, she exudes a sense of "I'm healthy, please guide me."

The feeling was so familiar, exactly the same as the feeling evoked by her relatives and neighbors in the countryside. She was almost certain that this person had picked their nose as a child, and definitely ate it.

"My name is Itadori Hisahito!" Itadori said loudly, extending his hand.

Wild Rose squeezed his hand, then turned to look at Shunping.

Her black hair covered the right half of her face, and she looked like a crumpled piece of paper, huddled in a corner.

"Nobara Kugizaki," she said, introducing herself.

"Yoshino Junpei." Junpei lowered his head and spoke softly.

Wild Rose quickly made a judgment in her mind.

They are either passive social butterflies who don't like to talk, or they just feel they have nothing to say to her.

Currently, the former seems more likely.

She turned her gaze to Yuuto in the car and examined him carefully for a moment.

“Mr. Kasuga is quite handsome.” She said this frankly, without any hidden meaning.

Yuuto didn't reply, but simply nodded slightly. "Get in the car, it's getting late."

After entering Tokyo, the scenery outside the car window gradually changed; the streetlights became denser, and there were more buildings.

Itachi leaned against the window, pressing his face against the glass, his voice muffled by his collar: "It's huge...much bigger than Sendai."

This was his first time in Tokyo.

Looking out the car window, the tall buildings and neon lights were a sight he had never seen before; Sendai didn't have so many lights, so densely packed.

Shunping didn't speak, but his fingertips were lightly tracing patterns on the notebook cover, his gaze drawn to the trailing shadows of light and shadow.

Wild Rose didn't make a fuss like the two of them. She simply leaned against the car window, watching the street scenes flash by. The orange streetlights outlined her silhouette with a faint golden edge, and her silent face revealed little emotion.

"Have you thought about how you're going to live after you get to Tokyo?" Itadori suddenly turned around and asked her.

Wild Rose didn't give a direct answer; her words served as both an answer and a request for directions: "Let's explore the city first. Do you know any fun places to visit?"

"How would I know? I've never been here." Itachi shook his head.

Wild Rose turned her head to look at Shunping: "And you?"

Shunping paused for a moment, then gently shook his head.

The car turned into a small road surrounded by greenery, where the trees on both sides became denser and the streetlights became sparser.

The gates of the vocational college appeared at the end of the road.

The school's name is engraved on the gray-white stone pillars, which appear solemn and silent under the moonlight.

The car drove into the school gate and went up the gentle slope, with the shadows of the trees sliding past the car window.

Huzhang was the first to notice something was wrong.

The architecture here is in an old Japanese style, with eaves lines that look like they were taken from an old-fashioned painting, like the dwelling of a reclusive master in a movie. But...

The lights shining through the corridors were clearly modern fluorescent tubes.

"Is this really a school?" Itachi pressed his face against the car window. "It looks like the kind of place where hermits live."

Shunping's gaze fell on the shadows of those buildings, recalling the shrines he had seen in black and white films, their ancient gates blending seamlessly with the mountains and forests.

But here, light shines through every window, and the ancient and the modern blend silently.

Wild Rose didn't have as many feelings as them. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, she started to look at the outlines of the dormitory buildings scattered among the mountains and forests, muttering, "Single rooms should have kitchens. I wonder how expensive supermarkets are in Tokyo."

The car came to a stop, and Youren opened the car door, taking a deep breath of the cool night breeze from the mountains.

Three people climbed out of the car. Under their feet was a path paved with bluestone slabs, which shimmered silvery-white in the moonlight. Moss peeked out from the cracks in the stones, wet and slippery underfoot.

Tiger Rod was the first to jump out of the carriage, taking off running a long way, circling a pillar twice before finally stopping. "That's amazing! Can people really live in a place like this?"

Shunping silently surveyed the ancient and solemn courtyards with his backpack on. The stone-paved path beneath his feet felt solid and damp with moss.

Wild Rose slung her bag over her shoulder and looked up at the silhouettes of the buildings.

Under the moonlight, the rooftops resembled giant birds crouching among the mountains and forests, silent, ancient, and carrying a certain inexplicable sense of oppression.

Tokyo, a place I think about during the day, cry about at night, and dream of visiting.

She finally stood on this land.

From tonight onward, this city will no longer be a name she sees on a map, nor a legend told by others.

Yuuto first led them to the dormitory.

Yuto's dormitory was at the very back, Junpei's was in the middle, and Wild Rose was near the stairwell. After Yuto tossed the key to the three of them, he didn't say anything more, only leaving behind the words "Meet in the lobby tomorrow morning" before turning and leaving.

Huzhang opened the door and went in, without immediately turning on the lights.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, turning the tatami mats a silvery white.

He threw his backpack in the corner, flopped onto the bed, and stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling that hadn't been turned on yet.

Wild Rose turned on the lights as soon as she entered.

The fluorescent light flickered twice before fully illuminating the entire room.

She glanced at the layout of the room.

Bed, desk, wardrobe, private bathroom............

Seeing this, she nodded in satisfaction, threw her canvas bag onto the bed, and went to check the kitchen first.

The kitchen is small, but it is fully equipped with a stove, sink, and cabinets.

She opened the cupboard and glanced inside; it was empty.

I opened the drawer again and looked inside; it was empty too.