Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

"Diva, your eyes are so red, are you crying secretly?" Gojo Satoru leaned over to get close to her with his hands in his pockets, looking like an asshole who deserves a beating.

"Shut up, Gojo!" The singer was embarrassed and angry, and she said with clenched fists and gritted teeth.

"And... use honorifics!" The singer picked up a pillow and threw it hard, pointing at Gojo Satoru and shouting at him.

The unlimited technique blocked the soft pillow without any suspense. Gojo Satoru reached out to catch the pillow, and poked his head out from the side and laughed: "Oh my, I can't hit it, I can't hit it~"

He made faces and stuck out his tongue as he circled around the singer's bed... It was very weird, like an ancient shaman dancing around a bonfire in a ritual.

The singer was so angry that she let out a low growl like a teased little beast. She grabbed some fruit from the basket and threw it at him. Gojo Satoru didn't even have to use his low self-esteem, twisting left and right to easily dodge it, then reached out and caught it casually.

"Haha..." Su Ze's smile was a little forced. He looked aggrieved.

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The singer threw the last apple hard at Gojo Satoru's head, but he narrowly dodged it by tilting his head back. Then he looked up at the singer, biting the red fruit in his mouth with a mocking look on his face.

Both hands and arms were piled with various fruits, and a bunch of bananas hung on the right wrist.

"The fruit basket I just brought..."

Su Ze stretched out a hand and said aggrievedly.

Gojo Satoru threw the pile of fruits back into the basket, pulled over a chair and sat down on it, resting his arms on the back of the chair, and said with his head down: "Okay, so tell me, how did you get into such a mess in the second-level cursed spirit mission?"

The apple in his mouth had been bitten hard, leaving clear tooth marks.

The three men moved a little closer, and Su Ze picked up an apple and started peeling it.

"...I don't know." The singer rubbed her head in annoyance. She couldn't wash properly because she was sick in bed, so her long hair looked messy.

"I suspect there's something wrong with the rating by the Directorate General. The power of that thing's spell can't possibly be quasi-second level..."

The singer didn't look very happy.

Su Ze looked down at the apple in his hand, and the fruit knife made a rustling sound.

The blade is gentle and smooth.

The red peels are growing longer and longer.

Xia Yujie seemed a little thoughtful.

"No... that's not quite right. Maybe it has a way to hide its own cursed energy..." The song girl tried to be more specific.

Nitro bent down, picked up an orange and began to peel it.

"——When I first discovered it, it was indeed a quasi-second-level one. But only ten minutes later, when I caught up with it again, I realized that the cursed power was clearly that of a first-level cursed spirit..."

Su Ze's hands hesitated for a moment.

He stared at the apple in his hand expressionlessly, turning the blade silently.

"And then?" Gojo Satoru took a bite of the fruit and asked nonchalantly.

"Did you finally get rid of that guy?"

The singer answered hesitantly: "I don't know. In the end, it seemed to... explode by itself?"

"The whole mission felt ridiculous - I came to such a far place to carry out the mission for no apparent reason, and then I lost track of Curse for no apparent reason. After catching up with him, I found that it was not what the mission described. After all the hard work, Curse committed suicide -"

This is Miyagi Prefecture, 300 kilometers away from Tokyo.

The singer excitedly threw back the quilt, pounded the bed with her hands, and talked nonstop.

Gojo Satoru pretended to lean back in disgust and picked his ears with an unhappy look, thus keeping a distance from her.

Glass went forward to comfort her and prepared to use the reversal technique to heal her leg injury.

"Wow... As expected, you're the most gentle, Naoko~" The singer rubbed against Naoko.

"It smells good too..."

She buried her head in Glass's arms and kept sniffing.

"Senpai-san..." Glass looked a little helpless and stuffed the orange into her mouth.

Su Ze handed over the apple and said softly: "Senior Geji, you should have a good rest here for the next few days. We will take over the follow-up matters--"

The singer took it with tears in her eyes. Su Ze even cut the apple into pieces.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He stood up and walked out.

Geto Xiayou was with him.

-

"What do you think about the curse that the singer encountered...?" Geto Suguru walked with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah. It should be the same as what you and I encountered." Su Ze looked straight ahead.

The hospital corridor is very long, with wards lined up on both sides.

"The curse power surged in a very short period of time, the strength was inconsistent, and the unprecedented 'self-erasure'." Su Ze slowly concluded, "And the perception of Qi is very strange. Ordinary curses are just a ball of filthy darkness - but that time, that feeling made people feel sick... a sense of abruptness and unbearable nausea."

Su Ze frowned uncomfortably, and couldn't help but recall the curse he had exorcised on the train during the summer vacation.

By some strange coincidence, he and Nishiko ended up boarding the bus to Akita together.

Xia Yujie frowned slightly: "I feel the same way... I also encountered it once. The "Curse Spirit Control Technique" can allow me to sense the curse spirit more closely, but that one felt very strange - I originally wanted to carefully investigate it after "Ambush", but who knew that it suddenly exploded before that..."

"You are in the northwest corner of Tokyo, I am further north, and the singer is in Miyagi..." Su Ze tried to conclude.

"The areas are completely non-adjacent, and there's no pattern to be found." Xia Youjie spread his hands.

The two of them walked into the bathroom.

"Yes, we do not rule out the possibility that it is a simple mutation - the modern curse is not quite the same as that of a thousand years ago." Su Ze closed his eyes.

He turned on the tap and rinsed the fruit knife.

-

He has been in poor health since childhood.

The term "sickly" was born for him.

As for his personality, he is gentler and quieter than other first-grade boys...

Or should I say "weak"...?

In short, compared to the "useless" son, the parents seem to like the younger sister more.

He coughed and leaned on the wheeled frame for walking, with the IV hanging on it swaying. Hospitals are always cold, whether it is medical equipment or needles inserted into the skin.

The corridor was long, and each ward looked the same. Most of the patients inside looked sick, but they would become cheerful when their relatives visited them.

He doesn't quite understand this.

——But he didn't care much.

It would be better to say that before that, he didn't care about anything.

——Before "that thing", before I met "her".

He walked past a ward that seemed no different from any other, but for some reason, something made him slowly turn his head.

Is it because of the wind blowing from inside?

He coughed and turned slowly.

Then I saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.

The girl in a loose hospital gown sat on the hospital bed. The open window let in the summer breeze, and the bright sunshine illuminated her figure.

The girl turned around slightly and looked at him in a daze for a moment.

The two looked at each other.

Her long hair that fell below her shoulders fluttered in the wind and she smiled sweetly.

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(Whose hometown is Miyagi? Hehe~)