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

Every time after I exorcise a cursed spirit, I take out a small notebook to keep track of the results.

This thing is placed in my pocket, next to the real people, and I will take it out from time to time to look at it and count the number.

It’s not that I don’t trust Gojo Satoru, it’s just that those people in the general directorate are not very kind, so it’s always better to be cautious.

Today's account is: Xia Yujie, four at level one, three at level two. Xia Yujie: one at level two, one at level three.

That’s right, Geto Xiayou took on most of the work.

Most of the time he was the one fighting and I was just watching from the side. Occasionally I would exorcise one or two cursed spirits, but he basically had the home court.

Aside from the energy wasted on the journey, his workload is equivalent to running a marathon and then doing a triathlon in his spare time.

This is totally different from what I originally planned!

In my fantasy, Geto should be doing the task reluctantly under my urging, and when he is annoyed, he will pitifully beg me to help him. (It would be even better if he came in a maid outfit)

And I helped him reluctantly because he begged me so pitifully.

But the reality is, this guy turned into a scroll king, his progress advanced by leaps and bounds, and he completed the task in just a few seconds.

I said I could help, but he dismissed my suggestion: "Originally, these are all my debts. What you suffered was purely an unprovoked disaster. I will bear the responsibility alone."

I gave him a big chestnut on the spot.

"We are already friends, why do you still have to say something so polite?"

Well, it turns out that Geto Suguru is a stubborn ass who won't listen to any advice.

In the end, I still have to snatch some work back from him every time. Isn't this completely upside down?

Also, speaking of which, I also feel a little weird. I obviously hate overtime and work the most, but now I am taking the initiative to take on the work?

Maybe it’s because I’m too kind and can’t bear to see others suffer.

*

It had just rained a little, the path was muddy and wet, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass.

The afternoon in early spring does not feel very cold, but after all, summer has not yet arrived, so people always feel a little chilly.

A drop of rain fell on my cheek, slid down my skin to my collar, and it was like a tingling electric current passing through me, finally giving my tired spirit a shot of tonic.

The last place we stopped was an abandoned torii gate at the foot of a mountain in the suburbs. It was already afternoon and had just experienced a spring rain, so there were no pedestrians.

It's going to rain again soon.

The general directorate had assigned us a new assistant supervisor, but he didn't drive over to pick us up, and it was raining and stormy, so it wasn't easy for us to ask the cursed spirit to come out and take us back.

Xia Youjie exhaled lightly: "It was my negligence that I didn't check the weather forecast. I should have brought two umbrellas before going out."

A total of nine cursed spirits were exorcised. Is this the treatment a sorcerer deserves?

I felt dissatisfied for a while, but then I remembered that Geto Suguru was the one who launched the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, and basically most of the magic world hated him, so I couldn't say anything.

But, it's really tiring.

Is this the situation the two of them faced when they were exorcising the cursed spirit?

Countless tasks, endless cursed spirits to kill, dealing with a bunch of idiots who were just doing nothing, and finally returning to the room hungry, only to be woken up not long after, without even a good night's sleep.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but I always feel that there is a force in the dark that wants to push me to follow the path that Geto Suguru once took.

Xia Yujie took off his coat and put it on my shoulders, bringing with it a woody scent that filled my whole body.

Come to think of it, he seems to be a monk now?

It would be perfectly reasonable to have this kind of fragrance on your body.

I must ask what brand it is tomorrow...

"If you are too tired, just lie on my lap and take a nap." A gentle voice slowly came into my ears.

Wow, it’s a knee pillow.

I half opened my eyes in a daze, and his slender hand covered my eyes, with his eyelashes brushing across his palm.

"Jay," I said, "Let's take Gojo, Nazo, and the first graders and run away tomorrow. We won't have to worry about this shit anymore."

He paused, laughed twice, and reached out to remove the hair stuck to my face.

"What about Principal Nightmoth?"

"He's a grown-up, he'll figure it out himself," I muttered.

"Okay." Xia Youjie lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "I'll do as you say."

I then fell into a deep sleep.

A spring thunder.

I woke up from my sleep, feeling a little cold and shivering.

For a moment, I seemed to be standing in a deep jungle, with the moisture-laden wind blowing through my empty sleeves, taking away all the warmth. The wet weeds under my feet grew recklessly, entwining my limbs and head, and burying me deeper into the soil.

"It's okay... It's okay..." A hand patted my back gently, as if coaxing a child to sleep: "It's okay, don't be afraid, just go to sleep..."

I probably slept for an hour.

I can’t say that the fatigue has completely disappeared, but it has been reduced by a lot.

Xia Youjie was wearing a thin shirt, standing at the farthest point under the eaves with his back to me, holding a cell phone and talking in a low voice.

No matter how far away he is, his suppressed emotions can be clearly transmitted to me through his voice.

Seeing that I woke up, he came over and asked in a questioning tone: "Jie, there is another special-grade cursed spirit nearby. Wu is on a business trip and won't be back for a while, so we have to take care of it?"

What special cursed spirit? What business trip? What can only be done by us...

My thinking became dull. I watched Xia Youjie's mouth opening and closing. I could hear every word clearly, but when I read them out in a coherent manner, they became awkward sentences whose meanings I could not understand.

Seeing my expression frozen, Xia Youjie had no choice but to repeat: "Jie, another special-grade cursed spirit has appeared. We have to leave."

Not right.

Something is 200,000 percent wrong.

It's only been a month, when did the number of special-grade cursed spirits increase? And they just happened to appear when Gojo Satoru was not around.

Having been cheated once, I was sensitive enough to realize that something was wrong.

I pulled his sleeve: "Jie, don't go."

"What's wrong?" He reached out and touched my forehead: "Are you too tired?"

I shook my head.

A sigh came from the side: "Let's just do it today. After we exorcise the last one, we won't go anymore, okay?"

Why is he so persistent?

I looked outside and the rain had stopped.

The gray-green walls were covered with vines, and the newly grown tender leaves swayed in the wind. A pair of jackdaws flew from a distance, circled above the pavilion for a while, stopped on a branch, and called out to me twice.

I gathered my coat and placed it in the crook of his arm, "Then... today..."

Something must be wrong.

I said, "We must run away tomorrow, and we will go to Hokkaido for vacation."

The weather there is colder than here, and the snow is still falling and accumulating into a thick layer, which is perfect for taking a hot spring bath and skiing.

"Okay." Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment and agreed.

He summoned a flying spirit, and we sat on the bird's back and flew towards the mountains in the distance.

The weather is still gloomy and gray. There is no sight of the bright sunshine of spring. The sky is covered by dark clouds and a storm is about to come.