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

Sakurai's eyes were filled with a restless eagerness.

Seemingly sensing Sakurai's gaze, the black aura permeating the entire alley instantly expanded to a whole new level.

The dark, oppressive atmosphere completely filled the alleyway.

The black mist extended all the way to Sakurai's back, swallowing him whole.

They were afraid that Sakurai would disappear when they weren't paying attention.

There's no reason to fire a cannon at prey that comes knocking on your door.

Coincidentally, Sakurai had the same idea.

Slowly raising the short dagger in his hand, Sakurai, feeling that the current commotion wasn't big enough, decided to add fuel to the fire.

"I said, I see you all."

He spoke those words slowly, his face reflected in the short dagger he held in his backhand.

A cold and indifferent face devoid of any emotion.

"Hoohoho!!!"

The distorted, unnatural roar echoed through the alley. Even those who couldn't see it instinctively felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver in the bright summer sun, subconsciously moving away from the area.

Climbing on the ground, twisting on the walls, the alley is filled with countless [paranormal] things.

Humanoid, non-humanoid, without a doubt...

These all belong to the non-supernatural realm.

Any human being capable of thinking would understand one thing: these beings before them are absolutely not beings that humans can compare to.

Sakurai's response was to step into the dark alley.

It started when he noticed this paranormal phenomenon in reality.

The positions of humans and the supernatural have been completely reversed.

Don't you think you're getting in the way?

"Just casually coming over?"

He clasped his hands in a fist salute and unleashed a powerful punch.

Sakurai clenched his fists and rushed into the supernatural realm.

In the supernatural group, Sakurai seemed to transform into the fearless Zhao Zilong, killing one enemy after another.

certainly--

Despise the enemy strategically and take the enemy seriously tactically.

Even when facing the most incompetent enemy, Sakurai remains extremely vigilant.

There's absolutely no way the car could overturn.

In short, Sakurai's first battle with a real-world paranormal site—

It's on the verge!

30. Kirisu Mafuyu's Garbage House

About ten minutes have passed.

Sakurai kicked the last outlier who was shouting "You can see me!" in mid-air and landed successfully. He looked up and stared at the big shot who had been deliberately left until the end.

Behind him were all sorts of remnants. He raised his head, gripped the short dagger in his backhand, and lowered his body slightly.

"It's all me left. Is there any way to please me, even just a tiny bit faster than my heartbeat?"

With one hand pressed against his heart, Sakurai remarked as the wound from the bite healed rapidly.

His response was met by the towering figure and the chains that seemed to pierce through the air.

Target...

Sakurai's head is the obvious target.

......

"As expected, you're no good. You're far inferior to that green caterpillar."

"But thank you anyway, for letting me move around a little."

"Your men..."

"A large quantity that will satisfy you in every sense of the word."

Cut off the limbs of the tall hanged ghost before he enters his second phase.

With one punch, Sakurai smashed the ghost hammer in the guy's mouth, and with one kick, he crushed the head of the tall hanged ghost. Sakurai, surrounded by black aura, showed not a trace of extra emotion in his eyes.

As Sakurai awaited the regeneration of his body, he silently tucked the short dagger behind his back.

After a moment of silence, Sakurai, whose wounds were healing rapidly, knelt down and began cleaning up the battlefield.

The clothes are torn again. I've been careful enough, isn't that enough?

as well as--

really...

Food scraps and the like are indeed rare and precious finds.

All I have so far is that candy I saw yesterday.

What if I regret it a little?

I've never actually eaten any edible remains before.

It will definitely taste better than what I'm eating now.

The more you can't have, the more you yearn for it. Sakurai had a strong desire for food remnants that he had never eaten before.

Not long after...

Sakurai, who had finally managed to pull himself out of his frustration and disappointment, patted his face.

We left the alley, which was now practically empty, as if the goods had already been purchased.

For a long time to come, he probably won't be able to get goods from this place.

Oh well, these kinds of things are everywhere now, you can find them all over the streets. At most, they're just a bit more troublesome to kill, so one more won't make a difference.

If Miko were here now, she would see one thing: the short dagger tucked behind Sakurai's back is constantly devouring the black aura surrounding Sakurai.

As Sakurai grows, his initial partner, Dagger, is unwilling to be left behind and eventually become obsolete.

Um...

She might actually have seen it.

As Sakurai walked out of the alley, she saw Yotsuya Miko, who was passing by with her best friend, refreshing the page.

Without saying a word, they walked off in the opposite direction as if they were just passing by.

"Hey hey hey... Miko, that boy from earlier, I think he was wearing our school uniform, right?"

"His expression looks terrifying."

"And the school uniform is so tattered, isn't that delinquent?"

After Sakurai walked away, Yurikawa Hana whispered to Yotsuya Miko.

"Okay, let's not worry about it anymore."

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat that 'butt daifuku'? If you don't hurry, it'll be sold out."

Patting her silly best friend's head, and glancing worriedly at Sakurai's departing figure, Yotsuya Miko urged Yurikawa Hana to hurry up.

I checked the time and there was still about an hour left before my tutoring session with Kirisu Mafuyu was scheduled.

what to do...

What else can we do in this time?

How about we find another haunted spot and try searching for it?

But these things aren't so easy to find.

If they were everywhere, most of the people on the streets would have died long ago; there wouldn't be so many left.

"Why don't we go find the assistant?"

Sakurai stroked his chin with some distress, pondering where he could kill time.

"I always felt that she had exceptionally good luck in this regard."

"Maybe it really will lead me to a completely new paranormal site."

Sakurai quickly had an idea, completely disregarding whether Yotsuya Miko needed this kind of "luck".

Then he bumped into Kirisu Mafuyu, who happened to be passing by.

"Sakurai-kun, since you happen to be free, let's move the tutoring session forward."

Seeing Sakurai looking like he had nothing to do, Kirisu Mafuyu didn't give him a chance to refuse and forcibly dragged him into the car.

Then, Sakurai, who remained unfazed even when fighting supernatural beings, learned for the first time...

What is fear.

He got out of the car with a pale face and secretly vowed that he would never, ever, ever give Kirisu Mafuyu another chance.

Rather than riding in Kirisu Mafuyu's car, he would rather fight that green caterpillar for hundreds more rounds.

"excuse me."

Saying this, Sakurai followed Kirisu Mafuyu into the room.

Then...

A room themed around piles of takeout boxes, jars, books, and worn-out dirty clothes comes into view.

Oh right, how could I forget, Mafuyu-nee's room...