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

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"Absolutely not."

Seeing that Zi was certain and certain, he absolutely could not hand the cat over to him.

"Aren't you...giving me my cat anymore?"

More than disbelief, the man asked again, uncertainly confirming the question.

To this, Miko's response was very firm.

"Yes."

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair as she met the man's gaze without flinching.

"Why, no..."

"never mind."

Seemingly realizing something, the man left after saying those words, looking dejected.

he...

So, it seems I still can't have a cat of my own?

Even after Mom left, it still didn't work.

"that..."

"Is this really good?"

Although she didn't know why her best friend did it, she still supported her and asked uncertainly.

Jianzi shook her head, took the cat from Yurikawa Hana's arms, and walked over to the fierce-looking uncle who had been watching quietly from the side.

"please."

This was Yotsuya Miko's decision.

"Yes, I will cherish it."

To my surprise, the uncle who was willing to entrust his cat to me didn't say a word except for a promise. He gently took the kitten and held it in his arms.

The fierce-looking uncle curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

In Miko's eyes, two small cats with a white glow were clearly perched on the uncle's shoulders.

This pure and sacred demeanor, aside from the bad things, also reveals some good ones.

Jianzi didn't know, but she was certain that a man who had a cat as his guardian spirit was definitely a suitable person to entrust his life to.

"Goodbye."

"is this okay?"

After the older man carried the cat away, Yurikawa Hana took small steps to Miko's side and asked uncertainly for confirmation.

"Well, probably."

"We...cannot judge a book by its cover."

You can know a person's face but not their heart. A fierce-looking uncle may actually be a gentle person inside, and a handsome man may be the kind of person who abuses cats.

Such things are all possible.

Seeing that Zi realized something.

That junior student whose body was covered in black energy.

He might be the same way, who knows?

The idea that enemies and allies share the same origin.

Should we call for help? And him.

If this continues, I definitely won't be able to hold on any longer.

22. Please... help me.

Ignoring the pungent, fishy smell on his body, Sakurai took out a bottle of mineral water from his shoulder bag and poured it onto a towel.

I washed off the smell of rotting flesh from my body.

Although this is just a drop in the ocean.

The only saving grace is that those who can't see it can't smell it.

It's like how things from the non-human world can't be brought into the human world no matter what.

Can a world that rejects inhuman beings accommodate his existence?

It is truly an honor.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about this now.

The most pressing matter now is to collect the spoils of war.

Should this feeling be described as impatience?

Mr. Sakurai, who was only one month old, didn't quite understand.

He picked out a few of the less appealing pieces of food from the scattered remnants on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth, then put the rest into his shoulder bag.

After taking everything, Sakurai wiped the gleaming dagger on his body and stuffed it into his shoulder bag.

He picked up the dusty Ichinose High School uniform that had fallen to the side, shook it a couple of times, and then casually put it on.

By the time all of this was completed, all the wounds inflicted in the battle had almost completely healed.

After his wounds healed, he became just another ordinary person, someone you could see anywhere.

Aside from his messy hair.

That's good, at least that's what Sakurai thinks.

He didn't have any thoughts about becoming a superhero or someone superior to others.

His biggest dream was simply to live an ordinary life, as tenaciously as a goat.

He clearly understood how unattainable this dream was for him, but why couldn't he give it a try?

It's never shameful to strive towards your goal, is it?

He doesn't need other people's approval, nor does he care about their opinions. Strangers are less important to him than pebbles on the roadside.

At least the pebbles would sometimes trip him up, and if he was in a good mood, he could pick them up and throw them around.

As for insignificant passersby, who would waste their time caring about them?

Lost in thought, Sakurai walked from the deepest part of the alley to its entrance, arriving at the alley's edge.

If he hadn't held on, this guy would have run into the street.

That would be troublesome.

Looking at the constantly writhing black mist in front of me, this is the final result of the green worm's physical transformation.

After swallowing his arm and destroying his head, it had been successfully defeated by Sakurai.

Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't stiffen when it dies, but once it's dead, it's dead.

Even the body's vitality is now reduced to nothing but this black mist.

If left unattended, perhaps one day that caterpillar that loves buffets will be reborn, provided it doesn't take the spoils.

Unfortunately...

What hunter would give up the loot they've worked so hard to obtain?

He crouched down, stirred around in the black mist for a while, and then casually scooped out a ten-centimeter-long green worm stone carving from the black mist and stuffed it into his pocket.

The black mist that was constantly writhing on the ground lost its last support and could no longer exist in this world. It gradually became transparent and then disappeared completely.

This battle can finally be declared a victory for Sakurai.

From this day forward, the last trace of the great ghost eating a buffet in the alley has also disappeared from the world.

Its remains will also be collected as Sakurai's spoils of war.

Perhaps one day I'll get hungry and eat this as a snack.

Forget about it now, but what if that fox tail isn't enough? We'll have to give this to that guy.

He knew all too well how expensive a top-tier exorcism tool was.

With a shoulder bag in one hand, Sakurai walked away from the dark and damp alley without the slightest hesitation.

As the sun set, its afterglow bathed the man who had just finished his commotion, as if draping him in a thin veil.

The battle that had just taken place had no effect whatsoever on the people on the street; they were completely unaware of the thrilling fight that had just taken place.

Because—

To those who cannot see, all the traces that caterpillars can leave are nonexistent.

At least...

That's how it is now.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Sakurai, who remained expressionless, still appearing indifferent to everything.

In the end, he really didn't care at all.

Perhaps only a fierce battle with all his might can bring him to a genuine smile.

"It's time to go back, have dinner, and then get some rest."

"Isn't it wonderful to think about?"

Sakurai, who had at least had enough exercise today, tilted his head.

All he wants now is to take a nice shower and then get some sleep.

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