Princess Fischl

Chapter 31

It's been a week since I started training with Satoru Gojo, the first day was incredibly hard for me, I only miraculously managed to refrain from quitting training because of how painful the training was and believe me, open fractures and damage to internal organs are not fun at all. On the second day, it was already easier for me, because at the end of the first day of training, I received a pleasant surprise from the system, another type of daily tasks was added. A task for hand-to-hand combat and, as it was with other skills, I also received the skill of hand-to-hand combat. This did not make me a master of combat, but I already showed myself much better in training, each time receiving fewer injuries. And after a week of training, I completely turned into a mobile fortress, I could not achieve the necessary strength or speed to harm Satoru Gojo, but I learned to at least have time to react to his speed and brought my 3 defensive skills to automatism. Infinity, geo shield, which I was able to extract from my elemental technique and of course the reverse technique, which now constantly healed me and did not allow my brain to boil, from automatic protection.

***

July 1, 2018

For several days in a row, early in the morning, when the rest of my classmates had not yet woken up, I was already sitting at breakfast, and right in front of me sat the teacher, who brazenly encroached on my supplies.

- There will be no training today. - Gojo suddenly said, continuing to eat the Mondstadt pancakes that he liked.

- Really? - I asked happily, after all, although I like getting stronger, our training is more like a beating.

- Yes, I am being sent on a business trip, which means your test will soon come. Well, at least now you fully correspond to your rank, and I believe that even if the enemy expands its territory, you will cope.

- I'm not arguing about the special rank, but how do you think I'll cope with the expansion of the territory?

- Emi, even though you can't defend yourself with infinity, but that second shield of yours withstood even the damned red technique, and that's already much more than most can do even with the help of expanding the territory. - the teacher explained to me as if I were a little girl.

- You call it withstood?! My arm almost got torn off then! - I got angry.

- But you're alive, right?

- Ugh, I'm not going to talk about this anymore. - I gave in, not having the slightest desire to argue.

- How about learning from Shoko today?

- Oh no. I've had enough. Today I'll act like a true recluse and spend the whole day relaxing at the computer.

- Oh, poor Shoko-chan, she was waiting for you to come so much.

- Hm. - I chuckled at such an attempt to put pressure on my conscience and, having finished eating, went to wash the dishes.

- Okay, when you are sent on a mission, don't forget to call me. - Satoru said, immediately disappearing.

- Hey, who will wash the dishes?! - I exclaimed in righteous anger, seeing the dirty plate left behind.

Having washed the dishes, I returned to the room, already anticipating a multi-hour visit to Genshin first, and then whatever my heart desires. So, I had already turned on the computer and, having clicked a couple of times on the shortcut, saw the game's start screen, when there was a knock on my door.

Out of anger, I tore off the blindfold from my eye and, opening the door, asked pleadingly.

- Fushiguro, I beg you to tell me that this is just a friendly visit, not a mission.

Awkwardly looking at my pleading look, he said words that destroyed my hope.

- We were told to gather near the entrance to the college, in uniform.

- Oh, shit. - I groaned in disappointment before getting angry.

- Damn it, they'll regret ruining my day off! - I literally growled and slammed the door and started changing.

***

40 minutes later

Nishi - Tokyo City

Eishu Correctional School

Not far from the entrance to the correctional school grounds, four teenagers could be seen standing in front of a man with glasses and short black hair, who was dressed in a black suit with a dark maroon tie, as well as a white shirt with long sleeves. This is the assistant director of the magic college, Ichiji Kiyotaka.

- Our "window" informed us that three hours ago a cursed cocoon appeared over this facility. When the evacuation reached 90%, we assessed the situation and closed the facility. - Ichiji began to explain the situation.

- There are five people left on the second floor in the hospital wing along with the cocoon. If the cursed cocoon is capable of mutating… we believe that a special-rank curse will emerge from it.

Of our company, perhaps only Itadori did not understand the danger of a special-rank curse, and for me, unlike Megumi and Nobara, after training in full contact with Satoru Gojo, it would be strange to be scared by a newborn special-rank curse, especially since I doubt that after the teacher, anyone other than Sukuna in his prime could somehow influence me with his aura.

- Hey, I still don't get what's so special about this special rank? - Itadori finally asked, causing Nobara to sigh with annoyance and contempt.

- Here's a simple explanation. If we hypothetically assume what kind of weapon can be used against the curse, it would be something like this:

Fourth rank - you can easily cope with a bat.

Third rank - you can cope with a pistol.

Second rank - there's a chance you can cope with a shotgun.

First rank - even a military tank won't be enough.

Special rank - you'll need carpet bombing.

- Surprising. - Itadori tensed up after Ichiji's explanation.

- Usually, only shamans equal in rank to the curse are assigned to the mission. Today it was supposed to be someone like Gojo-sensei, but since there is a special-level shaman among you, even if he hasn't been confirmed by headquarters, it was decided to send you.

- Wait, who is this special-level shaman among us? - Nobara immediately spoke up.

- Me. I have cursed techniques like Gojo-sensei, so he spent the last week teaching me how to use them at an accelerated rate, including the reverse cursed technique. - I said.

- Hey, why did the director train with us? - she was quick to get indignant.

- Heh, if you want, I'll gladly ask the teacher to take you with us to training next time. - I answered Nobara with a promising smile.

- Ah, I-I'll probably refrain. - The girl responded, sensing something was wrong with my creepy smile.

- Yes? Too bad.

- Listen, where is Gojo-sensei himself? – Itadori asked.

- He is on a business trip. With his talents, he can't be at the school all the time. We are constantly short of manpower. Many shamans took on tasks beyond their capabilities, and despite the fact that Fischl-san is with you, try not to engage in combat. Usually, when meeting a curse of a special rank, shamans do not have much of a choice. Run or die. Please follow your sense of fear, do not forget that your main goal is to save the survivors, if you find them, then you must pull them out.

- They are already all dead, and you know it very well. – I answered sullenly.

- M-Miss Fischl... - Ichiji tried to say something.

- No need, I don't blame you. – I interrupted him. Moreover, he really can't influence anything.

- Sorry. Sorry! – we heard a female voice calling.

- Tadashi... My son... is he okay? - Looking in the direction of the voice, we saw a middle-aged black-haired woman.

- There is a chance that the poisonous gas has begun to spread. - Ichiji immediately began to speak, standing between the upset Itadori and the woman. - At the moment, I can't give more information.

- It can't be… - the woman said in shock, before crying when the black-clad man with an awkward expression asked her to step aside.

- Fischl, are they really already dead? - Itadori asked me dejectedly.

- The chance that they survived is close to zero, but if there is at least a little life left in any of them by the time we arrive, I think I can save them. But don't count on much. - I answered.

- Then, let's save them! - Itadori exclaimed decisively, and from the faces of Fushiguro and Nobara, one could tell that they were also quite determined. It really hurts me that their determination will be disappointed, perhaps I shouldn't have said that there is a small chance that there are survivors.