Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

"Can we trust Mafuyu-nee now?"

Crimson blood slid down the wound. He pulled the dagger from his palm without a care and casually put the blood-stained dagger aside.

Using his blood-free hands, Sakurai pressed down on Kirisu Mafuyu, who was rushing over in a panic to bandage him. Sakurai, completely unconcerned about his own injuries, gestured for her to continue watching.

Then...

A scene that would overturn the course of Kirisu Mafuyu's life for more than twenty years appeared before her.

It was as if time had reversed, or as if a gecko with a severed tail had grown a new one.

A wound that pierced his chest, in just a few seconds...

It's healed.

Even the dagger and the bright red blood that was actually on the table returned to Sakurai's body, as if it were all a dream of Tousu Mafuyu.

If it weren't for the tear in her school uniform, Kirisu Mafuyu would have thought she was dreaming.

Lifting his school uniform, his strong, unblemished chest was laid bare before Kirisu Mafuyu.

"No matter how many times it's repeated, the result is the same. Even if it's an arm that gets severed, it can still regenerate. My healing ability is..."

"The most powerful proof of the existence of supernatural forces."

Sakurai, with a blank expression, lowered his school uniform and uttered those words.

Picking up the short dagger on the table, she tentatively ran her fingernail across the sharp edge. As Kirisu Mafuyu watched her fingernail break off without any effort, she felt a chill travel through her entire body from the hilt of the dagger. Her eyes widened, and her pupils involuntarily contracted.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt a chill enveloping her body.

This chill is even more terrifying than going out in just a short-sleeved shirt in the dead of winter.

Even someone as naturally ditzy as Kirisu Mafuyu understood when faced with the facts...

Sakurai did not lie.

"Why..."

With her brows furrowed, Kirisu Mafuyu, realizing that Sakurai's words were not the ramblings of an immature minor, lowered her head so that Sakurai wouldn't see her expression and murmured softly.

"Why do I have this ability? I don't know. As you know, Mafuyu-nee, I have amnesia."

"So, I don't know."

Sakurai, having clearly heard those words, twitched his ears and retrieved his dagger, silently holding his hunting companion in his hand.

Most of the relics are formed from the origins of the corresponding supernatural phenomena.

It looks like a weapon remnant.

They are born with a certain degree of murderous intent and dark aura.

Sakurai wasn't sure if the supernatural remnants would have any effect on ordinary people, but just in case, it would be best to prevent Mafuyu from coming into contact with these things.

Sakurai, who completely misunderstood the meaning behind Kirisu Mafuyu's words, thought this way.

He didn't want Mafuyu to get hurt anywhere.

"Perhaps this is something I was born with, a unique talent."

"Being an outcast is not a human's...talent."

"After all, I have no memory of that."

"Doesn't Mafuyu-nee also find it strange?"

"Why is my name the only one on my file that is blurry?"

"Even the character 'cherry' required repeated comparisons to confirm its accuracy."

This statement has already been emphasized once, and it has been emphasized again.

He wanted Kirisu Mafuyu to realize, based on her innate abilities and knowledge, that the person she had been concerned about for the past month—a guy whose name didn't even exist—was an anomaly.

so...

If you can't accept it, it's best to stay away from him from now on.

Sakurai looked at Kirisu Mafuyu with gentle eyes, thinking to herself.

"Why do you completely disregard your own body?"

"Even if it can be cured, it will still hurt."

why...

They don't cherish their own bodies.

As a teacher, what I find even more unacceptable than any nonsensical paranormal event is Sakurai's promiscuous behavior towards his body.

Kirisu Mafuyu, somewhat angered by Sakurai's behavior, suddenly raised her voice.

"Is Mafuyu worried about me? As expected, this is the Mafuyu I know."

"Although he may seem like a stern and unsmiling teacher, he actually cares about his students more than most educators. It's wonderful to be his student."

This statement comes from the bottom of my heart; I've thought about it more than once before going to sleep.

What would have happened to Kirisu Mafuyu if he hadn't come to visit?

In the end, he still couldn't imagine that scene.

Compared to that, it probably won't be too good.

Thinking about this made Sakurai even more grateful to Kirisu Mafuyu.

A heartfelt, soul-deep gratitude.

Sakurai, who had been shown concern by Kirisu Mafuyu, tried to smile, but it proved to be quite difficult.

Having finally given up, Sakurai silently made a decision in his heart: he would learn to smile from now on.

But Mafuyu-nee doesn't seem to smile.

Well...

More important than that is responding to this concern.

"Don't worry..."

"No, it won't hurt."

"Broken bones, being bitten and gnawed, weapons piercing my body—I've experienced all of these in the past month in my battle against the supernatural."

"No matter what kind of injury it is, it doesn't hurt. It's like I was born without the ability to feel pain."

So, it doesn't matter.

"Does Mafuyu-nee remember what happened three weeks ago?"

"That time, Mafuyu-nee found me, right? She found me after the fight with the hanged ghost."

"This is clearly the first time you've encountered a supernatural event since losing your memory. Apart from looking a little disheveled, you're completely fine, aren't you?"

Sakurai remained kneeling without revealing any extra expression, with an empty cup of coffee in front of him.

He stated this fact softly.

He is an anomaly in his very existence.

12. Blood and Poison

Sakurai still remembers it clearly...

Everything that has happened in the past month.

The entire experience from the first encounter with the hanged ghost to the killing of the little boy.

Sakurai, kneeling with his eyes lowered, recounted his experiences as an observer.

It's as if the person he's repeatedly "killed" isn't himself.

fear--

It is the emotional experience of an organism trying to get rid of or escape a certain situation but being powerless to do so.

Essentially, it is the result of the organism's physiological tissues contracting violently, tissue density increasing rapidly, and energy being released rapidly.

Benedict's stress response when humans encounter situations that are incomprehensible and unacceptable.

This is the instinct ingrained in the genes of humans, driven by the need to survive.

This is accompanied by physiological emergency responses such as changes in heart rate, increases in blood pressure, sweating, and involuntary trembling of the limbs.

Now...

Kirisu Mafuyu truly experienced this feeling.

This is an emotion that Sakurai does not possess.

Looking at her student, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, Kirisu Mafuyu felt her mouth go dry and was speechless for a moment.

She suddenly realized that she had absolutely no understanding of this student she had spent a month with, who had gone from a blank slate after losing her memory to a student who was now living a good life.

Not at all.

"Why, why are you telling me all this?"

"If Sakurai-san doesn't want to, we can probably continue to keep it a secret, right?"

"all of these."

"I think I should have taught Sakurai-kun that there are some things that need to be kept secret."

“I’m just an ordinary person, and it’s true that I’m a few years older, but I still can’t help you in the supernatural field.”

Perhaps it's because he's naturally clueless when faced with paranormal events.

As Sakurai recounted his story, Kirisu Mafuyu calmed down.

Aside from feeling sorry for Sakurai's situation, she began to think about why Sakurai had told her all this.

It wasn't that she looked down on herself; in this respect, her experience as an older person simply couldn't help Sakurai.

Sakurai isn't the type to show off; he's actually quite similar to me.