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

After all, Sakurai didn't think he could find someone easier to bully than Yotsuya Miko.

So honest!!!

That's a bit too honest, boss. Aren't you even willing to offer me a few words of comfort?

Although I'm not as old as Hua, I'm still a pretty cute girl, okay?

She stared wide-eyed at Sakurai in disbelief, but couldn't see anything wrong with him. There was no turning back now.

Knowing that Sakurai wouldn't care about her negligible girlish feelings, Yotsuya Miko lowered her head dejectedly.

I have this feeling that something is broken.

One hand rested on her soft chest, and Yotsuya Miko was on the verge of tears.

Well, Yotsuya Miko also knows that relying on external forces will inevitably lead to unexpected problems, and sometimes you can only get what you want by fighting for it yourself.

Moreover, deep down, I also want to know if there is any way to harm bad things.

The methods used online to deal with evil spirits are all useless. If we really want to deal with bad things, this may be the only means and opportunity.

This might be...

This is probably my only chance.

I finally mustered up the courage to come to the boss's door, and ended up in his bowl myself.

Isn't that what we're after?

After what happened these past few days, Yotsuya Miko actually understood this better than anyone else.

If this continues, she will really be driven crazy by all the bad things being said.

In just a few days, her life has undergone a complete transformation.

If it weren't for Hua, she would probably have been considered an oddball among her peers.

She doesn't have many choices or much time left.

She's still haggling with Sakurai, simply because...

They were still clinging to a sliver of hope, thinking, "What if there's a better way? What if there's a safer way?"

What if there's some way to make me unable to see?

However, this idea was forcibly taken away by his cold-hearted boss in the most direct way.

Now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.

It is absolutely necessary to do so.

I don't want to experience that feeling of being powerless to change disappointment anymore.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, I can do it.

Miko Yotsuya gripped the utility knife tightly, mentally encouraging herself.

Okay, muster up your courage, close your eyes and swing the knife. It's a very simple thing.

No problem, no problem.

Holding the utility knife in both hands, Yotsuya Miko slowly raised it and forcefully stabbed it downwards.

Following the whooshing sound was the little boy's piercing cries.

A broken piece of the utility knife pierced through the little boy's head as easily as inserting it into a block of tofu.

With a heavy heart, Miko Yotsuya pulled out the utility knife and stabbed him again.

Once, twice, three times, until he collapsed to the ground, exhausted, the little boy who had been captured by Sakurai as a test subject completely turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared from the world, leaving only scattered specks of black mist wriggling and struggling.

"I...succeeded."

Raising her head, her eyes vacant as she stared into Sakurai's indifferent gaze, Yotsuya Miko, after the adrenaline rush, no longer had the strength to even lift her hand.

My heart was pounding.

That's scary, but...

So cool.

The pent-up despair, helplessness, pain, and sorrow of this period seemed to be released all at once.

"Thank you, boss."

Yotsuya Miko, who had changed her address from "boss" to "boss," shouted it out loud.

Her eyes now radiate loyalty.

This time, it was a heartfelt thank you; Yotsuya Miko was incredibly grateful to Sakurai for giving her this opportunity.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her to release the stress and helplessness she had been feeling lately.

She knew that although Sakurai hadn't explicitly stated that her safety was in his hands, Sakurai's presence already gave her a great sense of security.

Sakurai's honest statement that he might not be able to protect himself is actually more effective than any attempt by a boy to act tough...

It is more persuasive.

This is probably what they call "humility".

"Well done."

"Congratulations on your successful interview."

With a scoop from below with his right hand, um...

I had a feeling that I was right, but did they actually find any remains?

And it's candy.

This seems to be the first time I've seen food left behind as a lost item. Damn it...

This is a high-end item that I've never been able to get my hands on before.

What should I do? I really want to keep it for myself.

But...

If I remember correctly, food-related remains are extremely rare and can soothe the psychological trauma caused by paranormal events.

It's probably more useful to this guy than satisfying my curiosity.

My assistant has been surprisingly lucky.

It had to be me. If it were someone else, not only would the food residue be lost, but the person would also be silenced.

The "Inner World" is not some kind of charity.

He stared intently at Yotsuya Miko, his throat gurgling several times before he finally convinced himself to look away.

Sakurai finally gave up the idea of ​​keeping this rare relic, and casually tossed the bag of milk candy into Yotsuya Miko's arms.

"If you're really scared, take one pill. Your words should come in handy."

"This is a rare and precious item."

"If any of the supernatural creatures you kill drop any loot, it's yours. You're guaranteed at least one loot per month."

"That's it for now."

Ignoring Yotsuya Miko, who was still somewhat dazed, Sakurai took out the bright silver dagger from his shoulder bag.

They walked past Yotsuya Miko and headed into the darkness behind them.

27. A happy family of three

Have you seen my child?

Where is my child?

The black-haired woman, who had been crouching down and sobbing, looked up and asked Sakurai this question.

Her skin was ashen, her eyes had no whites, and two lines of dried blood tears ran down her cheeks. Her dark eyes stared straight at Sakurai. Her sparse, messy hair was covered with a mixture of mud and blood, and her tattered red dress was covered with muddy marks.

His face, covered in scars, was broken into pieces, as if it had been forcibly glued to his face.

Wounded and scarred, she stared at Sakurai with hopeful longing, as if grasping at the last straw, hoping for his answer.

She has been squatting here ever since, asking the same question to everyone who passes by.

I hope to find her missing child, the one who ran away in a huff because she wouldn't give him candy, and then died in a car accident.

That's what shattered her once happy family...

Her child.

That lovely child who caused her to lose everything and ultimately take her own life in despair.

Her child.

Looking at the woman whose voice was filled with deep sorrow, Sakurai squatted down to be at her level.

"You saw it, right? I killed him. You saw it with your own eyes, didn't you?"

"It's as if you've already died once, your son..."

"Dead again."

Looking at the woman whose features resembled those of the boy who had been hiding behind the tree, Sakurai recounted the fate of her child.

“I broke his limbs, and my assistant took care of him personally.”

"He completely disappeared from this world, and the last trace of him became a gift that helped me, a little assistant who is afraid of the supernatural, succeed in my job interview."

"Has that been clear enough?"

"Do I need to repeat something that's so clear and obvious?"

Sakurai lowered his head slightly, staring intently at the mother-like supernatural being. He raised one hand and aimed it at her heart, then thrust out the short dagger in his hand.

The dagger pierced through the rotting flesh and reached the woman's heart.