Crossover Anime: Starting with Adopting the Homeless Melon God

Thinking of some indescribable scene, Yuna subconsciously squeezed her long, slender legs together, which she could play with for a whole year, lowered her head, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her body.

Unfortunately, she was destined to be disappointed.

Elena and Chizuka live next door to Kitagawa Yu and across the street from him, respectively. Even if he were incredibly bold, he wouldn't dare to eat Yuna at a time like this.

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"Should I exchange for a skill like a silence barrier?" Kitagawa Yu pondered this question while drawing a background on the manuscript paper.

"But if we really have to exchange it, then it won't be about letting Yuna get a good rest tonight, but rather making her have to take the day off the next day."

The interplay of neon lights, the bustling crowds and traffic create a vibrant scene, proving that Tokyo remains full of energy even under the night sky.

However, in the eyes of some people, the city looks quite different.

The faint light cast by the streetlights appeared and disappeared in the darkness, and the tall buildings on both sides of the street seemed like the figures of giants, enveloping the entire city.

Pedestrians hurried along the street, leaving blurry silhouettes under the streetlights.

A chilling wind swept through, sending shivers down one's spine. The trees lining the street rustled, as if whispering some unspeakable secret.

"Strange, there seem to be a lot more yokai in Edo these past few days?"

Above the magnificent worship hall of Meiji Shrine, an elderly man dressed in a dark, ornate kimono looked at the hem of his robe several hundred meters away and subconsciously frowned.

A monster that looked like a giant green caterpillar magnified hundreds of times, but was entirely black and had dozens of baby arms, was hiding in the shadows under a streetlamp, wriggling and waiting for some unlucky passerby to come to its door.

If such an incident of humans being attacked by monsters actually occurred on his territory, it would have some impact on him.

Unfortunately, although he was a god, he was not a war god. It was not impossible for him to deal with such a minor demon, but that would be too wasteful of his divine power and not worthwhile.

The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. These days, even the gods don't have enough food to spare!

On the other side, deities at Asakusa Shrine, Suitengu Shrine, and Nezu Shrine also expressed similar questions and anxieties while observing similar situations.

Only shrines like Hachiman Shrine and Tosho Shrine, which enshrine war gods, are somewhat better off; ordinary monsters are not difficult for them to deal with.

However, just like all the gods in Tokyo, they all unconsciously looked in the direction of the Great Shrine.

Although Daijingu Shrine is not as famous as Senso-ji Temple and Meiji Shrine in recent years, it holds the most revered position among the gods because it enshrines Amaterasu, the lord of all gods.

"Isn't Amaterasu Omikami at the Ōmiya Shrine?"

They couldn't sense Amaterasu's presence, so they could only guess.

Meanwhile, nearly a thousand kilometers away, in Takachiho, Miyazaki Prefecture, known as the land of gods.

Having donned a crimson armor, Murasame, wielding his main body, coldly stared at the girl before him. She appeared to be only ten years old, with long golden hair, a petite figure, delicate features, and wearing a flowing black dress. She was surrounded by a dozen or so crows, and her entire being exuded a chilling killing intent.

“The only one who can still operate in Takachiho, who can help souls reincarnate, and who can command crows as messengers, is indeed you, Amaterasu!” Murasame said calmly.

Amaterasu, the sun goddess in Japanese mythology, became the highest-ranking deity among the gods after Izanagi and Izanami disappeared.

Even in this era, although her weakened divine power is much weaker than that of the suddenly rising Inari God, her combat strength is no less than that of Inari God, and she can also be considered one of the pinnacles of the gods.

On the other side, Amaterasu, who had appeared in her girl form to conserve divine power and conceal her identity, looked at Murasame, who had suddenly come to her door, with a look of great interest.

"As expected of a demonic sword forged from the blood, flesh, and souls of millions of humans, gods, and demons, it can still maintain its strongest combat power even in this era, and it's even closer to achieving that. It's just one step away from completely refining that endless resentment with karmic fire and transforming it into the purest rules of slaughter. What a terrifying talent!"

"However, before taking this final step, if we fight to the death, we can only perish together at most. As long as faith remains, I will eventually be resurrected, but you will never have the chance to be resurrected from a million killings."

Are you sure you want to be my enemy for the sake of a human being?

"Humans?" Murasame's expression remained unchanged, but he was taken aback.

But what does it matter whether they are human or gods?

"It seems you already know why I'm here. Now tell me your choice."

Murasame's icy voice, laced with an almost tangible killing intent, made Amaterasu frown.

"Could this guy really be determined to make things difficult for me?" Amaterasu wondered to herself, but her expression turned solemn and dignified.

"Do you know what you're saying? I am the King of the Gods, how dare you threaten me?"

"so what?"

Murasame's voice was as emotionless as ever, yet his words were laced with sarcasm: "Even the King of Gods could only bear his brother's child under his brother's threat, and watch helplessly as his brother destroyed his territory, while he could only hide in a cave in a fit of rage and refuse to see anyone."

"!!!"

What does it mean to hit someone in the face and insult them by revealing their weaknesses? This is it!

Amaterasu on the opposite side was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumping up and down in anger. Even her naturally flowing golden hair started to dance wildly without any wind.

"Fake! It's all fake!"

"Those are all things that foolish humans have imposed on me; they're not true at all!"

"Moreover, Amaterasu was already dead back then! I am a completely new me now! Completely new inside and out!"

Amaterasu screamed angrily, her originally fair and smooth face turning bright red with rage.

However, Murasame on the other side just sneered.

"The body is indeed brand new, but what about the soul and memories? Even if you discard all your previous memories, the soul imprint remains the same."

"you--"

Amaterasu was enveloped in a blazing white light, like the sun, and her fists hardened.

However, as if she had thought of something, her expression changed. Although she wanted to burn Murasame alive, she ultimately held back.

As the most beautiful and noble goddess among all the gods, her rebirth would definitely cause chaos among the gods.

Most importantly, even someone as noble and powerful as her would be extremely weak in the early stages of her rebirth. Therefore, she would absolutely not want to be reborn unless absolutely necessary.

As for Hoshino Ai, she was just a somewhat interesting toy that she used to pass the time when she was bored.

It would be incredibly foolish to risk your life for a toy.

"Fine! I promise you, I will never interfere with Hoshino Ai's fate again!" Amaterasu took a deep breath and said unhappily.

"And the soul in your hand."

"Don't push your luck! I'm not afraid of you! You can have Tendouji Sarina's soul, but you have to agree to one condition!"

Murasame glanced at Amaterasu expressionlessly, seemed to ponder for a moment, and then asked, "What are the conditions?"

"Our departure will inevitably allow many monsters to infiltrate Tokyo. I need you to hunt down one hundred monsters for me for free when you return!"

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Murasame was speechless.

Hunting down a hundred monsters is no difficult task for her; below the Demon King level, no monster can withstand a single casual strike from her.

Even if it's the Ghost King, it's just a matter of a few more cuts.

Even so, taking down a hundred of them would consume at least a dozen low-grade divine powers, which is no small amount in this day and age.

"Hey, hunting these monsters is less taxing than fighting me, right? And the more you kill, the stronger you become, which is a good thing for you, isn't it?"

Murasame gave her a cold look but didn't expose her little scheme.

That's right, she can become stronger through killing, but the stronger she is now, the harder it is to break through. So the correct evolution path is to first refine all the resentment and death energy, and become the embodiment of the killing rules.

After that, whether or not she killed became irrelevant; she had become the rule itself, and as long as the rule existed, she was an immortal being.

How could there be no killing in this world?

Therefore, Amaterasu's suggestion was to slow down her breakthrough.

However, just as Amaterasu said, hunting 100 monsters is much less costly and difficult than fighting the two of them.

So she eventually agreed.

Contract reached!

Amaterasu disappeared without a trace amidst the cawing of crows, much like the Crow Clone Technique in Naruto.

Murasame then deactivated his battle form, his armor transforming back into a snow-white kimono, his long hair flowing like a waterfall. With a flash, he left the Ama-Iwato Shrine, which also enshrines Amaterasu and whose status in mythology is no less than that of the Omiya Shrine.

Should we tell him now?

"Although I haven't obtained the soul of Tendoji Sarina yet, I'll tell him first so he won't worry."

If you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and saw a ghost in front of you, what would your reaction be?

On the soft, comfortable wooden bed, Kitagawa Yu was sleeping soundly when suddenly he felt a cold touch on his face, as if someone was poking his cheek with a thin popsicle. He frowned and involuntarily opened his eyes.

With her snow-white kimono, cascading long hair, and eerie red eyes, to be honest, it's only because Murasame is so beautiful that even acquaintances would probably be startled.

"So she really is human." Murasame murmured to herself as she poked Kitagawa Yu's cheek with her fair, soft, but somewhat cold fingers.

Seeing that Kitagawa Yu had woken up, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "How did you manage to obtain a divine status while being human?"

Kitagawa Yu regained consciousness and sat up.

Although Murasame saw through his 'secret', he was not flustered, because he did not sense any malice from Murasame.

"Can't humans become gods?" Kitagawa Yu asked curiously.

“Yes, many humans are deified after death. For example, the master behind the monster you encountered last time, Sugawara no Michizane, was deified as the god of literature after his death,” Murasame explained.

"However, there is no precedent for a living person to become a god, because gods are immortal as long as faith endures. Humans, on the other hand, are mortal; their bodies decay and their souls wither."

"I don't know, maybe I'm just a special case~" Kitagawa Yu shrugged and said with a smile.

He wasn't exactly lying or bragging, after all, in this world, whether human, god, or monster, he was indeed the only one with a system.

"A special existence, perhaps.

Murasame paused, then a smile suddenly bloomed on his lips, like a secluded orchid in a valley, exuding an intoxicating and enchanting fragrance that made Kitagawa Yuu lose his composure.

After a while, he came to his senses and asked curiously, "Is there something you need from me so late at night?"

"Yes, I've found the guy you asked me to find, and just as I guessed, it really is Amaterasu," Murasame explained.

"Gods cannot exist without faith."

"Although Takachiho is the land of mythology, with the changing times, it can no longer provide the faith that the gods need to survive."

"Therefore, most of the gods that are still alive today are concentrated in the Tokyo and Kyoto areas."

"Among them, Tokyo reveres Amaterasu Omikami, who is enshrined at the Daijingu Shrine."

"Kyoto is headed by Inari, who has risen to prominence in recent centuries."