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

After bad news comes good news, right?

The good news is...

I have achieved my initial goal.

Unlike the ancestral hall, which collapses with the slightest force, this underground space is quite spacious, so you won't feel restricted.

In other words, they can play more freely now.

And although it was a struggle, I was indeed able to break through this guy's defenses and inflict damage on him.

I've basically figured out all of this guy's attack methods; I risked my life for it.

The task of the backplate has been completed.

In this way, as long as you accumulate little by little, you can achieve a lot.

It's doable for now.

There's no point in hesitating anymore; if it's feasible, then go for it.

After all, I promised that the tragedy of those girls would end tonight no matter what.

He let out a long breath, thinking of those girls who, even with only their obsession left, still wanted to protect others.

Sakurai decided to go for it without hesitation.

After all, it seems that no one but him can get justice for these girls now. We can't just let that girl who's trembling in the village do it.

I can't afford to lose face like that.

Anyway, let's do our best and give it a try.

You swindler! Once I've killed this Aragami and returned alive, if you don't find me a suitable heavy weapon, I'm cutting ties with you.

Lost in thought, Sakurai suddenly leaped up, using the wall as leverage to propel himself forward at high speed. He landed unharmed, barely missing the intense heat of the air.

Since we've decided to confront them head-on, we need to do the preparatory work first.

With that in mind, Sakurai stopped leading Aragami in circles. He tore off a piece from the tattered school uniform that was practically hanging on his body, wrapped it around the dagger for a few weeks, and then wrapped the rest around his hand, using his teeth to firmly fix the dagger to his palm.

After trying to shake it a couple of times, Sakurai was fairly certain that this time it wouldn't slip out of his hand so easily.

Even if an arm is severed, it will heal along with the arm after it has healed.

After all, I had this bandage stuck inside my flesh.

Furthermore, since the flames of the Aragami are applied to the soul, there's no need to worry about the body being burned.

Great, the advantage is in my hands.

Okay, let's go...

It's time to begin, round two.

I will crush you right now.

Standing up straight, Sakurai confronted Aragami with a fierce gaze.

"Human, offer up your head, and I will forgive your disrespect."

Looking at Sakurai, Aragami uttered its first words since awakening.

"I thought you couldn't talk, how come..."

"It's quite something that an Aragami that feeds on humans is interested in learning our language."

"The Aragami-sama sealed away by the obsessions of several human girls?"

Countless futures flashed through his mind, and Sakurai rightfully attacked this Aragami.

His eyes were filled with contempt and disdain, and he was practically spitting in the face of the Aragami.

Are you kidding me? You think you can make him surrender?

You deserve it.

If Sakurai hadn't yet learned how to express sarcasm, he would probably already be openly mocking the Aragami before him.

Of course, Sakurai, with a cold face, spoke words of criticism and took it for granted that he despised Aragami, which was, after all, the identity of a "god" and revealed its most shameful and unwilling shame.

In terms of the outcome, the level of mockery has been maximized.

As the god of fire, the Aragami was originally a [tyrannical god], and its temper was among the worst of all the Aragami.

Not to mention that the most sensitive and shameful thing was revealed by Sakurai without any concern.

The already scorching temperature in the air intensified further. Under this intense heat that seemed to penetrate the very soul, sweat poured down Sakurai's forehead, making him feel as if he were in a furnace.

Sakurai silently tore off another piece of his school uniform and tied it to his forehead as a sweat towel, in order to prevent his vision from being obstructed by sweat during the upcoming battle.

Seeing this scene, the coldness and resentment in the eyes of the Wild God grew even stronger.

It stopped speaking, but simply memorized Sakurai's face deeply in its heart.

Since its birth, the ara-god, which had always been high and mighty, had never suffered such humiliation.

It decided that no matter how Sakurai could be resurrected, it would tear Sakurai to pieces.

Until this strange creature in front of me can no longer move, it will start with its unrestrained mouth.

Can it be resurrected?

It doesn't mind having a constant supply of food.

73. Does God bleed?

Are they finally going to get serious?

Noticing the materialized resentment emanating from the Aragami, Sakurai, who had been planning this since he opened his mouth, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just as he thought, the Aragami, who had placed himself above humanity from the very beginning, would never allow himself to be challenged.

Not to mention, this guy is also known for his extremely bad temper among the gods.

Just as he expected, it unfolded exactly as he had envisioned...

As expected, the Aragami was enraged by his provocation.

It's good that he's angry; only in this way can he find a weakness in the Aragami.

I don't expect it to become less intelligent because of this level of mockery, but even a tiny bit would be fine.

If its actions deviate even slightly due to anger, he has a way to exploit this flaw by continuously reading future timelines.

Then...

Killing gods.

That was a huge help, [your] flame.

With this thought in mind, he charged towards the Aragami, and then—

attack.

Just before reaching the Aragami, Sakurai, who had crouched slightly, swiftly raised the short dagger in his hand and slashed it directly at the neck of the black silhouette.

At the same time, Aragami raised his right hand and punched Sakurai squarely in the chest.

She grasped his heart, then easily crushed it.

Kill me if you want.

Smelling the rich aroma of burning fat in the air, Sakurai's movements did not falter at all. He continued to deliver the short dagger while simultaneously throwing a punch, completely unconcerned.

As the fist struck the Aragami's abdomen, the dagger left a wound on the Aragami's neck, and black gas with a pungent odor emanated from the wound into the air.

The gap between humans and gods is still too great. Even a lowly wild god like this is not something he can easily defeat.

Sakurai knew this all along, ever since he learned that the mastermind behind this ghost story was Aragami.

The gap between the two sides is as vast as that between an ant and an elephant.

but....

Even with such a huge disparity, if the elephant never managed to crush the ant, if the elephant never took the ant seriously...

Even an ant can kill an elephant.

The first phase is probing.

He needed to determine the strength of the opponent's power.

To this end, Sakurai used himself as a test subject, and after dying several times, he confirmed the "confidence" of the Aragami.

The second stage is preparation.

Find a way to increase the "bargaining chips" for killing the god.

After changing battlefields and confirming that there is nothing else to exploit, [they] changed battlefields.

Sakurai eventually finalized his plan by repeatedly reading timelines and foreseeing the future.

He ultimately decided to start by angering the Aragami.

Gods are arrogant, even if they are not aware of it themselves, their very existence is arrogant to humankind.

Just like humans facing busy ants, how could they possibly place each other in the same position?

The same applies to God.

As a being of a higher order than humans, a god naturally looks down on any other being besides its own kind.

In their eyes, humans are merely servants who offer their faith.

Not to mention the Aragami, which is the most violent of all the gods.

This arrogance can be exploited.

Sakurai confirmed this.

As a fire god, the Aragami has an extreme aversion to women, and thus views humans as food.