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

Geto Xiayou chose to save people first.

Gojo Satoru chose to eliminate first.

None of them hesitated.

Su Ze hesitated—he did neither.

"Protect the glass" became all he said and he forced himself to calm down.

Some tried to escape, some saw the curse in the end, and some fell into endless despair and panic.

Someone died before his eyes.

"…Sorry, Ze-kun. I suddenly feel like smoking a cigarette."

At that time, Glass, who had basically nothing to do, suddenly whispered.

The fresh mint scent mixed with the aroma of burnt tobacco quietly permeated the air, and long, thin wisps of smoke extended into the distance.

Then, the injured people were sent in, including ordinary people, assistant supervisors, and sorcerers who had been ambushed before.

Low wails rose one after another.

Reversal techniques are good medicine, but not a panacea.

It can only save those who are not dead yet.

……

"It's the three of us again." Xia Yujie took small steps with a hunched back, his posture extremely abstract.

...It seems like I have a herniated disc.

"After the second year, Nozomi went on fewer and fewer missions, and those old guys thought she should stay in the technical high school forever." Gojo Satoru leaned back, his arms drawing strange wavy arcs in the air, and his two long legs kicked forward with bounces.

...He seemed to have a stiff neck and couldn't turn his neck back.

Su Ze didn't respond.

"...Ze. Have you thought of something?" Xia Youjie took the initiative to talk to him.

"I'm thinking. Whether this thing is right or not..." Su Ze was a little tired.

“How can there be absolute right or wrong? The so-called ‘rules’ are just set by old guys who have lived a few more years—” Gojo Satoru didn’t care.

Xiayou Jie saw the vending machine and bought three bottles of drinks. "I agree with what Wu said... maybe it's enough to follow your heart."

He handed the Coke and green tea to Gojo Satoru and Suze respectively.

Su Ze took it, scratched his hair and said, "When a person does something or makes a judgment, it is often one-sided. No one can avoid it-"

"So I still have you three here. Similarly, you also have the three of us to rely on." Xia Yujie smiled and opened the can.

"I thought you could tell such a 'fable' because you had figured it out a long time ago--" He teased Su Ze with a smile, his bangs flowing freely.

"...Okay." Su Ze let out a long sigh, "Then are you willing to come with me this time?"

"Even if we haven't made a decision, we will still help you--" Xia Youjie smiled and patted Su Ze's shoulder.

Gojo Satoru turned around and punched Su Ze lightly on the chest.

"We are close friends after all!"

……

——There are two forces that want to take the life of the "Astral Plasma".

The curse-casting group "Q" and the religious group "Panxing Cult".

"Wait," Gojo Satoru finished his Coke and crushed the can with his "Cang" hand. "I understand the Curse Master, but what about the "Pansei Cult"? I remember they worship Tianyuan, right?"

"…They are a bunch of lunatics. They worship the 'pure' Tengen-sama. In their view, the 'assimilation' of 'astral plasma' and Tengen-sama is undoubtedly an act of defilement." Xia Youjie went upstairs while talking on the phone.

Su Ze stood downstairs at the meeting place, fluently reciting the file he had read countless times: "This generation of "Star Plasma Body" is a junior high school student. Name Tenriko, 14 years old, height 161cm, weight 44KG, studying at the middle school of Lianzhi Women's College, very popular, family situation..."

"Okay, okay, Ze. Are you checking someone's household registration?" Xia Yujie stopped him helplessly.

It is necessary to know the intelligence of the mission target, but this does not mean that you have to find out what the person had for breakfast this morning...

"She probably hasn't eaten yet this morning. According to her living habits, Miss Kuroi Misato, the maid and housekeeper, should be preparing breakfast now." Su Ze added calmly.

——Can you read minds?

Xia Yujie couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"I can't read minds, and I don't have any super powers... You have to believe in science. After all, your expression is written on your face." Su Ze held up the phone, closed his eyes and said softly.

——What do you mean by "your expression is written all over your face"? As if you can see my face through the keypad of your phone? ?

Geto Xiayou was speechless.

"You are so smart, why don't you go upstairs to meet him?" Xia Yujie said dissatisfiedly as he looked at the changing floor numbers on the elevator screen.

"The elevator in this building is transparent, and I'm afraid of heights." Master Su said without hesitation.

"I hate brats!" Gojo Satoru came close to Su Ze's phone and interrupted.

"Wu, you're not that well either..." Su Ze said in a low voice.

The elevator stopped steadily. Master Xia was exhausted both physically and mentally. He put down his phone and stepped out.

The carpet in the hallway was bright and soft, and he pressed the doorbell.

"Coming!"

Drop drop-

Xia Yujie's pupils suddenly shrank.

The dazzling firelight flickered.

boom--

A heavy and violent explosion occurred in a corner of the building.

Su Ze threw the phone to Gojo Satoru and looked up.

"Hey, hey~Jie, are you still alive?" Gojo-kun asked casually.

There was a crackling sound coming from the mobile phone, and a ball wrapped in a bandage-like shape rolled out from the thick smoke and dust, and then the cursed spirit was taken into his body.

"…Only for me."

"Eh? If that kid dies, it's our responsibility, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the three of them simultaneously noticed a slender figure being thrown out from a corner of the building, falling at high speed in the air.

"Tsk." Xia Youjie put down his phone, turned his wrist while running forward, and three squids shot out from his palm and nailed to the glass. The overclocked sound waves instantly shattered the double-layer tempered glass.

Xia Youjie kicked out his legs, trying to rush out to catch the guy, but the guy suddenly appeared in the air and blocked his way.

"I've heard that there are cursed spirits that can fly. Wait a moment." He opened his arms and the cloak behind him flew in the air.

"Q" fighter, Sang.

The cursed spirit behind Geto Suguru is ready to make a move.

-

"Don't blame us, blame Tianyuan." The man in the white windbreaker and black face scarf slowly approached the broken window, dragging the unconscious maid in his hand.

"Q" fighter, K'kun.

He looked at the rapidly falling astral plasma with an expressionless face.

"W-what?"

A handsome figure rushed out from the gray fog, with a strange khaki light flickering under his feet. The man had his eyes closed, and the unconscious Tenriko was lying in his arms.

"...Even a flying sword equipped with a fence can't alleviate my fear of heights." Su Ze puffed out his cheeks, the foreign body sensation almost reaching his throat.

Kekun held up the brim of his hat, looked at the magician flying towards him quickly, and whispered threateningly: "This uniform, you are a magician from the technical college, right? You'd better hand over the little ghost, otherwise-"

Whoosh.

A yellow light flashed suddenly, and the other party accelerated past him without any intention of stopping.

“Eh…?” The atmosphere that Mr. Kekun had been building up for half a day disappeared in an instant.

"Jie, I leave these two to you... Ugh!!" Master Su started vomiting before he finished explaining.

...The height of thirty floors might be a bit too much for him.

-

"That was a close call. Looks like both sides are fine." Gojo Satoru sighed as he stood downstairs with his hands on his hips.

Miso!

The whistling sound of the wind stopped abruptly in his ears.

Dozens of sharp blades hovered in front of his face.

"I have Xiaoyu here too~" Gojo Satoru put down the phone, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.