Crossover Anime: Starting with Adopting the Homeless Melon God

Over the past thousand years, her hands have indeed slain more than a million lives, and the scale of her atrocities is unparalleled.

Although with her strength, as long as she doesn't make a move, this killing aura won't be leaked out, but in the past thousand years, no one has ever dared to touch her killing hands.

"Is it not possible?"

No! There isn't!

When Murasame came to her senses, her heart, which had always been as cold as a blade, was unusually conflicted.

Which hand should we use?

After hesitating for a moment, she still handed her left hand to Kitagawa Yu, because she usually used her right hand to kill.

Kitagawa Yu, on the other hand, didn't think much of it and was unaware of her thoughts. He reached out and grabbed her soft, boneless hand, which was colder than ice, and quickly stated his request.

The contract was then concluded, and a warm red "缘" (fate/destiny) character appeared on the back of her flawless white hand.

"edge?"

"The God of Marriage?"

"But isn't that girl a bit of a simpleton?"

"Could it be that she also died due to the depletion of her divine power, and then was reborn in a different form?"

Murasame's mind raced with various thoughts. Looking at the character "缘" (fate/destiny) on the back of her hand, she suddenly felt that the messy marks on her body were really too annoying.

However, besides proving the existence of the contract, these marks also allow gods or monsters to contact her when needed.

It's similar to a mobile phone number.

So although she suddenly wanted to erase those marks from her body, she rationally dismissed the idea.

Then, a ball of light, about the size of a fingernail and emitting a soft blue-white light, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the light was somewhat scattered, flew out from Kitagawa Yu's palm and quickly merged into the mark on the back of her hand.

This is what low-grade divine power truly looks like.

A flicker of emotion flashed in Murasame's eyes again.

Although she mentioned that she could pay with a ball of low-grade divine power, considering that it takes ten balls of low-grade faith power to condense one ball of low-grade divine power, and also consumes the time of the god's refinement, it is obviously more cost-effective to pay with three balls of low-grade faith power.

But Kitagawa Yu chose the lower-grade divine power.

"This guy... surely he knows the value of divine power?"

Murasame had unconsciously equated Kitagawa Yu with idiots, proving that the intelligence of the Enmusubi lineage had indeed been passed down.

However, Kitagawa Yu chose to use divine power as payment simply because he wanted to see what divine power looked like and what its uses were.

Then he discovered that all the mid-grade and low-grade divine power he had exchanged gathered in his sea of ​​consciousness. Apart from looking like stars, which was quite beautiful, there was nothing special about it.

"Could it be that there are no divine cultivation techniques? Or is it because I am currently in a human body?"

Unable to understand, Kitagawa Yu stopped thinking about it, because at this moment Murasame had a katana in his hand that was as exquisite and elegant as a work of art, with dark red blood mist swirling around it like dancing flames, almost tangible.

"How long do we need to let them die?"

"Well, three days or five days, it's best to keep them in a daze during this time, unable to think or act normally."

"understand!"

Murasame glanced at Shimizu Yuna, who was still sleeping soundly in Kitagawa Yu's arms, smiled slightly, and casually slashed down at the three people on the ground.

The blade did not touch the three of them.

However, Kitagawa Yu keenly noticed that three strands of dark red killing intent entered the three people's bodies. Immediately afterwards, the three people's faces, which were originally flushed from drinking a lot of alcohol, became noticeably paler, and their lips even turned a dark purple.

"Okay, all done. Feel free to contact me if you need anything. Oh, and just call my name in your heart; with this imprint, I'll hear you~"

Murasame sheathed his sword, smiled, and shook his left hand. After Kitagawa Yu nodded in agreement, his figure slowly disappeared. Even though Kitagawa Yu was wearing the glasses that Elena had given him, he couldn't see any trace of him. Clearly, he had already left.

"Luckily, she didn't try to take advantage of me because of my money."

Kitagawa Yuu let out a long sigh of relief, glanced one last time at the three still unconscious people on the ground, and quickly carried Shimizu Yuna away.

"Sorry, I had to wake you up—"

On a bench next to the station, Shimizu Yuna's eyelids twitched slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.

The initial confusion and unease of being in an unfamiliar environment vanished instantly upon seeing Kitagawa Yu's handsome face with a gentle smile beside him.

My heart settled down again.

Shimizu Yuna instinctively snuggled against the warm and comforting embrace like a kitten that had just woken up, letting out a soft, contented hum.

However, as she regained her senses, she realized what she had just done. Her whole body stiffened, and her delicate face turned bright red. Her heart was so embarrassed that it felt like it was about to explode.

Fortunately, this shyness and embarrassment didn't last long. Kitagawa Yu took the initiative to ask, "Are you feeling better now? If you are, shall I take you home?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kitagawa-kun, for taking up so much of your time. I... I'm much better now, it's alright, I can go home by myself." Shimizu Yuna quickly sat up and said apologetically. Because she had been looking down, Kitagawa Yu didn't notice the blush still lingering on her face.

“It’s alright, I was just passing by and it didn’t take up much time. But it’s getting late, so let me take you home. Otherwise, I’ll definitely worry about you,” Kitagawa Yu said.

"You're worried?" Shimizu Yuna's heartbeat, which had just slowed down, suddenly seemed to skip a beat. For a fleeting moment, she desperately hoped that Kitagawa Yu was worried about her because he liked her.

But she soon realized that it was just her imagination.

After what had just happened, Kitagawa Yu was only offering to take her home out of normal concern.

"OK then."

Shimizu Yuna carefully concealed her indescribable disappointment and did not refuse Kitagawa Yu's kindness again. A moment later, she and Kitagawa Yu boarded a nearly empty bus late at night.

Outside the bus window, the colorful neon lights still adorned the city like a dream. On the gently swaying bus, the two people sitting together suddenly didn't know what to say and fell silent for a moment.

Shimizu Yuna couldn't help but steal a glance at Kitagawa Yu, only to find that he was also looking at her. She immediately turned her head away like a startled little rabbit, her hands instinctively gripping the hem of her clothes.

Kitagawa Yuya was indeed looking at Shimizu Yuna.

Her long eyelashes resembled a pair of butterfly wings, fluttering slightly, drawing people in irresistibly.

Her fair and tender skin was like milk, making one want to reach out and touch it.

Her long, smooth hair cascaded gently over her shoulders, exuding a light, pleasant scent of shampoo. Her pursed lips resembled delicate, pink cotton candy, making one want to take a bite.

Why would anyone want to hurt such a well-behaved and serene young girl, who seems to have been carefully sculpted by the Creator?

And what exactly is her motivation for doing this kind of work?

Kitagawa Yu admitted that it was indeed because of her looks and temperament that he felt particularly sympathetic to Shimizu Yuna's recent ordeal and couldn't help but want to help her.

Essentially, it's like seeing an injured, chubby orange cat on the roadside and feeling an irresistible urge to help it.

If the injured creature were a mouse, it would probably just take out its phone to take a picture.

"Can you tell me why you did this job?" Kitagawa Yu finally couldn't help but ask.

To avoid giving Shimizu Yuna the impression of being aggressive, he didn't immediately warn her that the job was too dangerous or persuade her to quit.

"what?"

Shimizu Yuna, who was already nervous and shy because she had been caught peeping, trembled involuntarily.

Looking up at Kitagawa Yu again, and seeing the concern flowing in those clear eyes, she hesitated for a moment before frankly explaining why she did this job.

"Actually, it's nothing much, it's just that our family owes a lot of money."

Shimizu Yuna appeared strong and calm, but a bitter smile betrayed her true feelings.

"Actually, my mother is also a hostess. She works in Kabukicho. She's the kind of person who will do anything as long as she gets paid."

"Back then, she embarked on this path before graduating from high school. Then, less than two years after graduation, she married the middle-aged president of a food company because of her outstanding appearance, and I was born."

"It seemed like my life was about to turn a new page of happiness, but I never expected that misfortune would soon befall me."

"The president of that food company is not a good person. The food produced by the company has serious problems, and people have even died from it."

"After this incident was exposed, the customers came to us demanding compensation. After the company went bankrupt and was liquidated, it still owed a total of 200 million yen."

"The president of that food company couldn't pay back the money, so he simply jumped off a building and committed suicide."

"Then that huge debt fell on my mother's head because she had used her beauty to seduce that man and turn herself into a shareholder of the company. As a result, her greed backfired."

"Although only half of the debt fell on her, it was still 100 million yen, which was an astronomical figure for our family."

"She didn't dare to commit suicide, so she had no choice but to return to her old profession as a hostess, and because of the resentment in her heart, her temper became worse and worse."

"As far back as I can remember, every time she came home drunk late at night, she would beat and scold me, saying that she had to marry that club president because she was pregnant with me."

"She also said that it was because of me, her burden, that she couldn't find a rich man to marry, and she yelled at me to just die."

"But I know she was just saying that out of anger; she actually loves me."

"Because every time she sobered up the next day, she would hug me and cry, apologizing to me."

“She doesn’t care what the neighbors say about her, but if someone talks about me or bullies me, she will go crazy and fight them. Once she even scratched someone’s face, and she had to pay a lot of money for it.”

"But from then on, no one in the neighborhood or among the children dared to bully me or talk about me anymore."

"And she always makes excuses not to go to parent-teacher conferences. Even if she kneels down and apologizes to the teacher afterwards, she has never attended a single one of my parent-teacher conferences."

"At first I didn't understand at all, and I was even angry with her for it. But when I got a little older, I realized that she was afraid of being recognized and worried that I would lose face."

"So I know that she really loves me. When she hits and scolds me, it's not because she resents me, but because she resents herself."

"From then on, I wanted to earn money to help ease her burden."

"But because of my age and the fact that I'm a girl, I couldn't find a job at all. It wasn't until I graduated from junior high school that I found my first job, a job of arranging shelves in a convenience store, a job that should have been done by a boy."

"Unfortunately, this kind of work still doesn't pay very well."

"With an hourly wage of 1200, when will I be able to help my mother pay off her debts?"

"Then I thought of the kind of work she did."

"It's true. I was thinking that as long as I got paid, I would do anything."

"But when I told her about it, she hit me for the first time. She wasn't drunk, and she slapped me hard. Then she cried and said sorry while forcing me to swear that I would never go down the path of no return that she had taken."

"I was stunned by her beating and terrified by her appearance, so I swore an oath as she asked."

"But after I came to my senses, I felt very unwilling. After hesitating for several days, I finally decided to keep it a secret from her and start doing this job through the app."

"I was so stupid back then. I was afraid that she would see me and make her angry, so I secretly used the money I had earned from my previous part-time job to buy a wig, cosmetics, and some clothes that I would never normally wear."

"Back then, I thought that the place where the boy asked me out was where my mother usually worked."

"As a result, my mother discovered the wig on the very day it was delivered."