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

Well...

Is it such a coincidence?

Sakurai narrowed his eyes in surprise.

He saw from afar that the slit-mouthed woman, whom he had been chasing and beating, was running away with her head in her hands and disappeared into an abandoned factory.

If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be...

The territory of that giant spider that he had recently attacked.

"It really is..."

"No coincidence is ever true."

With one hand covering his chin, he strolled leisurely into the factory.

Sakurai, wielding an octagonal, gleaming silver hammer...

Not a single sound was made throughout the entire process.

Compared to the Slit-Mouthed Woman, Sakurai at this moment is more like a ghost.

He wanted to give the Slit-Mouthed Woman, who thought she had escaped, a big surprise.

A feeling called joy seemed to emanate from the sledgehammer in his hand, and a sense of blood ties spread throughout his body.

Sakurai let out a slow breath, witnessing it for the first time.

Good weapons must give him such a good feeling.

He is now using at least 120% of his strength (not 1000%).

I really should thank that unscrupulous merchant properly.

Moreover, if it weren't for the octagonal bright silver hammer, I probably would have already disappeared.

I owe that guy my life.

Sakurai, who remained silent, looked at the Slit-Mouthed Woman, who had huddled in a corner, with a playful expression in his eyes.

He was very curious...

How long will it take for the Slit-Mouthed Woman to dare to raise her head?

Until then...

He'll give this guy a big surprise.

Time passed second by second, and the Slit-Mouthed Woman remained trembling and motionless, hiding there.

Sakurai was getting a little impatient while waiting.

Sakurai clenched his fist and stood silently not far from the Slit-Mouthed Woman, barely suppressing the urge to smash down with his hammer.

Eliminating her like this would be too lenient on her.

This bizarre tale that has wreaked havoc in human society must pay the price for her past deeds.

If others can't do it, then he will.

Anyway...

I'm just that kind of rough guy.

10. The End of the Slit-Mouthed Woman (with Character Design)

You finally looked up! I thought you were going to be a coward for so long.

Seeing the Slit-Mouthed Woman finally deign to raise her head, Sakurai, who had been waiting impatiently, picked up his octagonal bright silver hammer and slammed it down cleanly.

Her pupils dilated, and the slit-mouthed woman who looked up to see a hammer-like shadow didn't even have time to think. Her mind went blank, and the whole ghost story rolled to one side.

Despite how ugly it looked, the Slit-Mouthed Woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the loud crash of the sledgehammer hitting the ground behind her.

She survived again.

As expected of her.

Then, just like a mouse seeing a cat, the breath that had been half relieved rose back into its throat.

This human is really going to kill me!!!

If she hadn't had time to dodge, she really would have turned into Kuchisake-onna-chan.

Even without turning around, the Slit-Mouthed Woman could clearly feel the cold, emotionless expression on the human's face behind her.

He was a demon even more terrifying and wicked than himself, a ghost story.

He never let me go, deliberately giving me hope of escape only to drag me back into hell.

Just like she had done to other humans in the past.

He just wants to torture himself, you damned, despicable human!

The slit-mouthed woman's eyes were gloomy and venomous, and she dared not utter a single word, though she wanted to unleash a torrent of curses.

She was afraid of wasting even a second, lest a hammer smash into her face.

They scrambled and stumbled, running frantically and aimlessly into the distance.

She doesn't look like a ghost story at all; she looks like an innocent victim targeted by a serial killer!

Sakurai stared indifferently at the shapely figure ahead, and followed her at a leisurely pace. This factory...

He knows him all too well.

We've already figured it out.

In just a short while, the Slit-Mouthed Woman, who was running around in a panic, was caught up by Sakurai.

He raised his octagonal, gleaming silver hammer and swung it at a tricky angle into the slit-mouthed woman's hand.

Starting from her shoulder and continuing down to her palm, it shattered her entire arm in an instant.

With a sharp shriek, the woman with the lacerated mouth, tears streaming down her face from the pain, endured the agony and continued running.

The game of cat and mouse is not over yet.

It's fair to say that this is just the beginning.

Before Sakurai felt he had enough, this fear...

It will accompany the Slit-Mouthed Woman like a shadow.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman, who had lost an arm, gritted her teeth and ran wildly. Her countless fine teeth writhed like tiny maggots with each breath. The Slit-Mouthed Woman wanted to turn back and fight Sakurai to the death countless times.

But the thought of being defeated by this human in just two moves completely extinguished the courage he had finally mustered.

She was unwilling to accept this situation; if she hadn't just recovered, she would never have ended up like this.

All she could do was pray that her sisters would notice her situation and come to her aid.

What the Slit-Mouthed Woman didn't know was that Sakurai also hoped for the same thing.

otherwise...

At first, she didn't even have a chance to run away.

"Haven't any other ghost stories come up yet?"

"Could the record be incorrect?"

About ten meters behind the Slit-Mouthed Woman, Sakurai murmured to himself, somewhat puzzled.

He remembered that there should be some kind of connection between the strange tales in the records.

When one ghost story is attacked, ghost stories from other places will rush to its aid in the shortest possible time.

Therefore, in every past battle to quell the supernatural tales, the human side always fought a quick and desperate war, risking their lives to achieve a swift victory.

I was afraid that if I was even a little slow, I would have to deal with strange tales involving multiples.

But this time he deliberately gave the Slit-Mouthed Woman a chance to buy time, so why haven't her companions arrived yet?

Too strange...

Or is it that only the Slit-Mouthed Woman has been revived so far, and even she is not fully revived yet?

Yes, that explains why the legendary Kuchisake-onna, who supposedly dominated this country, is actually such trash.

Damn it, isn't this just a waste of my energy?

Damn it, all that effort for nothing.

I specifically spent time playing this pointless cat-and-mouse game with the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Sakurai, his face slightly darkened, made a decision...

He won't hold back anymore; the next time he catches the Slit-Mouthed Woman, he'll take care of her decisively.

We won't give this guy another chance to escape.

He was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Although the aftereffects of defeating the Aragami had been resolved with the recovery of his memories.

However, the energy and other things lost in the process cannot be recovered in time.

After taking down this guy, I'll just find a random haunted spot to hunt, fill my stomach, and then go back to sleep (or rather, go to bed).

I remember there was a place called the "Cursed Building" that was quite famous.

It seemed to be an unfinished building. Because it was dark and uninhabited, passersby could occasionally hear strange whispers of hell. As these whispers spread, they evolved into the strange rumor that "there are whispers in the dark, this is a cursed building."

If I remember correctly, it's near my home, so I'll stop by on my way back.

According to the theory of paranormal gathering, since humans believe there are strange things there, in the current resurgence of paranormal activity, that place should indeed have become a gathering place for paranormal phenomena.

after all...

They also wanted to know if there were any strange things there.

In his mind, Sakurai had already planned out his schedule after defeating the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

He needs to prepare some more ingredients.

Heaven knows if the remains left behind by this weak, slit-mouthed woman could even provide enough food.