Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Principal Night Moth brings a message.

"The top brass in the world of spellcasting wants to see you."

He stood by the window of the principal's office, his face sullen, and said seriously, "Twenty minutes ago, the Director's Office called and asked to meet with [Gojo Kiri]."

"Yeah." It was a surprise, but not that surprising.

They must have a lot of doubts in their minds about me, the sudden appearance of the female version of Gojo Satoru.

In fact, it was unexpected that they waited until today to ask to see me.

Perhaps because I didn't seem to care, Principal Ye Moth frowned slightly and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Although I'm not your teacher, I still have to remind you."

"Most of the reports about Shibuya were submitted two days ago, but they didn't respond at all."

"If I come to you now...I must be here with bad intentions."

"I see." I said, understandingly, "It's okay, Principal. It will happen sooner or later anyway."

Even if they don't come to me, I will go to them.

**

We walked through the campus of the technical college and, led by Principal Ye Mo, arrived at a temple-like building.

Before I went in, Principal Ye Moth said to me with a little hesitation, "Although I don't know much about your character, I feel that you are better than Wu."

"So wait......"

"Don't worry." I nodded to Principal Ye Moth and said, "My temper is definitely much better than that guy's."

"Hey, I don't think so." Gojo Satoru said dissatisfiedly from inside the prison gate, "You're so fierce!"

"I'm mean to you because you deserve it," I retorted unhappily.

When the door opened, a completely enclosed, empty secret room was revealed.

And where I stand is exactly in the center.

A retro reddish-brown square lantern was hung overhead, with a white candle, the flame of which was leaping and burning, casting a circle of faint light.

Apart from this circle, there is no other light source.

It was pitch black all around.

The four sides were separated by eight connected screens. Everyone was hidden in the pitch-black darkness, and their faces and figures could not be seen clearly.

Principal Ye Moth was placed behind the screen closest to me.

[Six Eyes] is a very sensitive ability.

Not only does he have an extraordinary insight into the sorcerer's techniques, the direction of the flow of cursed energy, and the means of attack, he is also extremely sensitive to the eyes cast upon him and the emotions contained in the eyes.

For example, the moment you step into this place, you can feel the endless malice.

Cold, fearful, resentful, angry, and disgusted.

Every look cast upon me was filled with hostility and vigilance, as if I were treating an indescribable, uncommunicative, and untrustworthy inhuman being.

After a minute of scrutiny or confrontation, a hoarse voice said, "Are you the Five Mists from the parallel world mentioned by Ye Mo Zheng Dao?"

I didn't answer his question.

This seemed to give them some courage, and one after another, they began to speak.

"Do you have anything to explain about the resurrection of the special-grade curse master in the Shibuya incident?"

"What exactly is going on with Gojo Satoru being sealed?"

"The General Directorate has asked you to execute Geto Suguru. Who gave you the authority to veto this order?"

Voices came from all directions, and the scene instantly became much louder.

I stared at a corner, pointed my finger at a stool, used magical power to accurately absorb it into my hand, and then sat down.

The sounds that came one after another suddenly disappeared.

"Wu Tiao Wu, what are you doing?" They were filled with anger and confusion.

"Take a seat." I leaned back in my chair and asked, "Isn't it obvious?"

"Why should all of you sit down and let me stand in front of you alone, like I'm on trial?"

Regarding this point, I felt very uncomfortable when watching the anime.

It was clearly something that was barely surviving because of Gojo Satoru's responsibility and protection, but when facing him, it still put on an arrogant face and was unwilling to show even the most basic respect.

"That's enough." I propped my chin up in boredom, "You guys continue talking."

"That's all." One of them said dryly, and then suddenly became fierce, "What's your explanation for the above accusations?"

"Huh? Explanation?" I looked up, went over the question in my mind, and said, "What explanation do you need?"

"you......?!"

"Regarding Geto's resurrection, I have already clearly told the people sent by the General Directorate that it was not him."

I said calmly, "Someone took over Geto Suguru's body and used his technique to plot a conspiracy."

"In addition, he is also in collusion with the top leaders of the magic world." I paused and raised my voice a little, "That is, some of the people present here."

"Do I need to repeat this again?"

"Where's the evidence?" one person said coldly, "You don't have any evidence, and you expect us to believe your lies?"

"The evidence is the brain inside Xia Youjie's skull." I pursed my lips and said, "I saw with my own eyes that the brain had teeth and could speak. If you don't believe me, you can go and verify it. Is that enough?"

"Not enough." Another person raised a questioning voice, "On Christmas Eve last year, Gojo Satoru claimed that he had killed Geto Suguru during the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."

"But he didn't hand over Geto Suguru's body." The man continued, "That means Gojo Satoru doesn't have any evidence to confirm that Geto Suguru is dead."

“This is a blatant cover-up.”

"If it weren't for Gojo Satoru's negligence, Shibuya wouldn't be in such a disaster today," said another person.

"Twenty-three hundred and fifty people died, more than ten thousand were injured, and the economic losses were measured in billions. All of this is the responsibility of Gojo Satoru."

"Regarding the Shibuya incident, we only accept one outcome."

"Execute Geto Suguru and Yuji Itadori, and hand over their bodies." The old voice at the beginning said, "And hand over the seal of Gojo Satoru..."

Sheltering........dereliction of duty........disaster........responsibility............

If Gojo Satoru hadn't used his power to suppress them, those curse masters who had been hiding for many years would have come out and committed evil at will.

If Gojo Goten hadn't exorcised the cursed spirit, who knows how many lives would have been ruthlessly taken away.

If it weren't for Gojo Satoru, the number of people who died in Shibuya would not be just thousands, but tens of thousands, or even millions.

And now, this group of old cockroaches in the dark corners are putting all the blame on Gojo Satoru?

If there was a meter that could quantify anger, the column with my name on it would have already exceeded the mark.

For a moment, I even resented Gojo Satoru.

Why are you so obedient, why do you have to work so hard, why do you have to endure so much malice towards you, why do you stay in this place that hurts you wantonly.

"enough!"

A clear, shrill female voice echoed in the empty room.

I interrupted him: "Old man, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"You still think you are hiding in the shadows, so I don't dare to kill you!"

"You?!" he shouted, "Gojo Wu, don't forget, this is not the world where you can do whatever you want."

"It's because this is not my world, so it's easier to kill people."

I stood up and pointed my finger in his direction. A light blue light flashed and the screen was broken by the powerful force, raising a gust of wind.

In a flash, I saw a dodgy figure running into another corner, and while running away, he covered his face with his sleeves.

"Five...Mist." Principal Ye Moth had already sighed quietly when I just started to say the first sentence.

She even complained to me quietly: "You shouldn't think that her temper is better than Wu's..."

He thought what he said and did was not obvious, but it was actually hard to ignore.

I guess he had been holding it in for so long that he finally couldn't help himself and stopped me: "Control yourself!"

I:"........"

"Okay." I sat back in my chair and continued, "Anyway, I don't accept any of the above conditions."

"Yumen Jiang, don't even think about it. If Yuji Itadori loses a finger, I will chop one off yours too."

"What about Xia Youjie?" The person who spoke this time was none other than Principal Yega.

"Glass said you guys discussed it," Principal Yega asked me. "She said you didn't object to giving up Xia Yujie's body."

"Suguru Jie must die." At this time, another person's voice interrupted, "This is the bottom line that cannot be compromised."

I didn't argue, I just said, "Not yet."

"That curse master knows a lot of things. We must make him spit out more things so that he can die meaningfully."

"You have to give us a deadline," he said impatiently, "or do you think we will keep waiting with you?"

After a moment of silence, I said, "Then let's wait for a month. After a month, I will hand over Xia Yujie's body to Ieori Nozomi to deal with."

This sentence is a bondage.

But at least, we have to wait until after Christmas Eve to let Jay leave this world completely...