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

It's like a heart, constantly beating.

If it were a normal person, they would have been dissolved the moment they entered.

Inside the stomach of the Aragami, Sakurai, constantly oscillating between life and death, thought to himself.

Sakurai wasn't sure how many times he had died, nor how much time had passed.

Within the boundless space inside the abdomen, perhaps hundreds, perhaps thousands, or even more times.

He died again and again, and then resurrected each time.

Only then was he able to find the location of the divine core, and wielding his short dagger, he finally destroyed it.

Even someone as immortal as him would have to endure such hardship, let alone something that wasn't a remnant of a [divine artifact].

Inside the belly of the Aragami, his companions who had accompanied him to this day were dissolved.

Looking at the remaining hilt and small section of the blade in his hand, Sakurai could clearly see the pain in his heart.

His companions ultimately fell in this battle against the gods.

I wonder if the unscrupulous merchants have any way to fix this.

If possible, it would be best to upgrade it further, as we are facing increasingly powerful paranormal phenomena, though we don't want to admit it.

However, his partner was indeed falling behind Sakurai's pace.

Sakurai, feeling somewhat saddened, tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and turned his gaze to his other hand.

This should be a good choice.

In Sakurai's hand, a fist-sized, metallic black sphere gleamed faintly in his vision.

After he destroyed the core of the Aragami, only this remained of the exploded core.

He was almost turned into mincemeat, but he managed to reach out and hold onto it tightly. The next second, his body was engulfed by a violent explosion.

It can be considered a relic left by the Aragami, at least he didn't see anything else besides this.

In short, let's celebrate...

He, Eito Sakurai, is an outcast.

They have defeated the gods!

77. Rest in peace, venerable people.

completely...

I can't muster the motivation.

I always feel like something's missing, like there's an emptiness inside.

Rubbing his temples, Sakurai, looking somewhat dejected, gazed at the underground space that now contained nothing but his own.

So tiring. Is killing a god really this tiring thing?

Well...

It's normal for him to lack experience since it's his first time killing a god.

It should be easier next time.

If there is a next time.

Sakurai yawned, feeling utterly exhausted, his eyelids drooping as he thought to himself.

Then I silently slapped myself. Good, because it didn't hurt. This slap didn't really wake me up.

Nice job.

Sakurai thought to himself as he painstakingly slit his own throat with the blade, which was now less than a centimeter long.

It's decided. We'll use this loot as the main material for upgrading our companions.

Looking at the metallic sphere in his hand, Sakurai blinked, slightly perking up.

Only then did he barely suppress the urge to taste it.

At most, I couldn't resist licking it twice, just twice.

Anyway...

Having resisted the temptation, Sakurai found the hole from which he had fallen and, with a few quick leaps, returned to the shrine.

After a moment's thought, Sakurai began to explore the shrine, trying to find something that could be used to cover himself.

Even a tattered cloth is fine, as long as it can cover the essential parts.

He couldn't very well go to meet a girl naked; he still understood the basic differences between men and women.

He didn't want to act like a hooligan; it wouldn't be appropriate.

It's all thanks to Sister Zhendong's excellent teaching.jpg

Fortunately, Sakurai eventually found a set of formal attire that had been sitting in a room for who knows how long, probably used during a ritual at this shrine.

He casually put the almost completely moldy crown on his head, sniffed it twice to make sure that the dress had no other odor besides a faint musty smell, and then simply put it on.

Regardless of whether he put it on correctly or not, once it was on, that was it.

The size is barely a good fit, but it's passable.

Sakurai tugged at her hakama (traditional Chinese blouse) with a hint of discomfort, having never worn such complicated clothes before.

In the past month, aside from his school uniform, he had only worn sportswear that was convenient for combat. He wouldn't even touch this kind of formal attire, which was synonymous with trouble and inconvenience.

Forget it, there's no need to unleash my true nature anymore. I'll just make do with this outfit.

Sakurai let out a breath, then tossed the flammable materials he had collected while looking for clothes into the middle of the shrine, and casually threw the torch he was holding onto them.

Watching the flammable material burst into flames in an instant, Sakurai clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

If he could, he would like to offer some sacrifices, but he has nothing now, so he can only make do with what he has.

"Just as promised, I defeated the Aragami."

"As a tyrannical god, it can no longer use girls as sacrifices to satisfy its ugly and pathetic desires."

"From this day forward, the tragedy that befell you will never be repeated, so rest in peace in another world."

"People who deserve respect."

Opening his eyes, Sakurai turned and left in the direction he had come from.

The fire spread quickly, and in an instant, everything behind Sakurai was engulfed in flames.

The blazing flames illuminated everything before Sakurai's eyes and also lit the path he had come from.

One last look at the ancestral hall engulfed in flames; the sacred flames would purify everything.

The flames illuminated his path to hope and stretched his shadow long and long.

I don't know what you're thinking, so let's just take it as my compassion for the dead.

I will go and see that wonderful world for you.

If it were me, there shouldn't be any problem.

Sakurai straightened his slightly crooked headdress and walked away into the distance, following the path illuminated by the fire.

He walked very slowly, and even paused a couple of times, perhaps still feeling regret for the girl who died because of the Aragami.

The firelight cast his shadow very long, and the silhouette on the ground jerked abruptly before returning to normal.

I will never wear such troublesome clothes again. If anyone makes me wear them, I'll stab them twice first.

Sakurai, who tripped over the loose hakama several times, kept grimacing.

......

......

Fumino Furuhashi, clutching her shoulder bag, huddled in a corner, unaware of the battle situation on Sakurai's side.

It's unclear whether Sakurai will be able to defeat the final enemy.

She was like a useless maggot, only able to curl up to one side, hiding so that no one else could see her.

She was nothing but a burden, and now she could only silently pray for Sakurai, hoping that he would return safely.

For him, and for myself.

As an ordinary person, she didn't believe she could survive in this world full of monsters after leaving Sakurai.

Listening to her own heartbeat accelerating, Fumino Furuhashi once thought she was going to die from her heartbeat being too fast.

Fear, tension, panic.

She truly existed in another world, her mind filled with bizarre fantasies. Under self-inflicted fear, she constantly prayed to all the gods she knew, hoping that Sakurai would be safe and sound.

Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, saliva kept welling up and being swallowed back down, and Fumino Furuhashi, clutching her shoulder bag and remaining motionless, was almost stiff. She was like a rigid corpse, completely still.

Trembling, she kept her eyes tightly closed, feeling as if countless eyes were staring at her.

The slightest sound or rustling of the wind would make her instinctively want to scream, but she suppressed her fear and only let out a barely audible whimper.

Overwhelmed by immense fear, she nearly lost her mind; her delicate face, hidden inside her shoulder bag, was haggard and pale.

Even though Sakurai had told her there were no more ghosts here, it still happened...

Even as an ordinary person, she couldn't avoid feeling fear.

She's such a useless girl.

Whether it's the science subjects I want to study or my current situation, things are going a bit too far with the useless stuff.

She buried her head in her shoulder bag and sobbed silently, but dared not let her tears actually fall.

She didn't dare to raise her head at all.

She was terrified that if she looked up, she would find countless ghosts surrounding her, staring at her with greedy eyes.