Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

However, how exactly to put this matter is also causing Jingxin a lot of distress.

How could he explain that he led a group of about a hundred villagers and was utterly defeated by one person?

Of course, Jingxin wouldn't admit that he didn't want to die over Yamada's petty affairs. If he hadn't been blackmailed, he wouldn't have become some kind of master or expanded any organization. He also wouldn't admit that he was somewhat afraid of that monster who was completely beyond his comprehension. Seeing him was like seeing that guy from 14 years ago—no... even more terrifying than that guy.

Not long after entering the woods, Jingxin and his group ran into a group of young men carrying weapons.

The leader, seeing Jingxin and the others in their disheveled state, hurriedly came to greet them.

"Master Jingxin! What's wrong? Didn't we hear there was trouble in the village? We were just about to go and help!"

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: I Walk Alone

It was 5:30 o'clock, and the sky was bright.

Kerry and Jin reunite.

While dealing with these people, Kazuki was resurrected three more times.

Looking at the rising sun, he couldn't help but roar.

"Ugh—Ahhh!"

This is a very common human reaction. Even the most rational person needs an outlet after experiencing a thrilling night that has stirred their emotions and pushed them to their limits.

He screamed and yelled like a madman, pounding his chest like a wild beast.

Finally, He Zhencai calmed down, panting, and plopped down on the ground.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Honestly, until last night, he thought this was just tailing some kind of yakuza group, or at worst, some kind of cult behind them who wanted to use people for some kind of ritual. He never imagined it would turn into a bloodbath.

Seeing Kazuma's head trembling slightly, Kerry also sat down with his knees on his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed last night, but he just didn't care.

Kazuma swept away the bloody images from last night—himself breaking into other people's homes and committing violence, the screams and wails of those people—and looked at Kerry.

"Is that car still drivable? Can we go back to Tokyo now?"

"Is that what you think?" Kerry tilted his head and looked at Kazuma.

Kazuma pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

"Of course, what else could I think? We've done our best, haven't we? Compared to those who are indifferent to this kind of thing or get involved, we abandoned our peaceful lives in Tokyo and tracked it all the way here to find out the reason. Next, what we need to do is go back to Tokyo and make a big fuss about this, and wait for those idle bureaucrats and social groups to solve this problem."

Kazuma showed the most serious expression he had ever had since meeting Kerry, and he was no longer blindly led by Kerry's tough attitude as before.

“Listen to me, we are just immortal, not invincible. You can’t gamble that they won’t catch you. Even a random trap on the mountain could trap us forever, leaving us to be tortured by them. And we’re not giving up. We’ve just chosen the best way: to go back to Tokyo, let more people know what’s going on here, give those government officials a headache, and make them send troops to wipe this place out.”

Despite He Zhen's earnestness, Kerry remained calm in his response.

“I’ve thought about that, but I think it would be best to do it after I fail.”

Looking at that expressionless face, Kazuma got a little angry.

"Why?" Kazuma grabbed Kerry's shoulder.

Without brushing aside He Zhen's hand, Kerry turned to the side and explained his considerations.

"Because regardless of whether the Japanese government has something similar now, I want to reduce the chances for a group of people in power to come into contact with the idea that one can achieve immortality by eating people."

Kazuma's pupils dilated for a moment, then contracted and trembled in their sockets.

Gritting his teeth, He Zhen really wanted to say that it wouldn't be what Kerry thought; at most, they would conduct some medical research and wouldn't use it themselves...

However, he first saw images in his mind of news broadcasts about people regularly going missing in Tokyo.

Even based on Kazuma's understanding of these people, he suspected that some people who didn't have enough positions might share this with the Americans in order to advance further.

"So what? What does this have to do with us? You're really acting strange."

Although Kazuma was actually convinced, he was still a little angry, so he let go of Kerry's shoulder and sat back down.

"Is it strange? Actually, I find it strange too."

I've also looked at your textbooks, whether they're taught in schools, depicted in entertainment works, or in textbooks. They all teach people from elementary school onwards to be brave in fighting against darkness, to stand up for what is right when encountering difficulties, and to strive to do what they believe is right.

I find it strange that when I actually did those things, you all thought I was crazy. Aren't the strange ones those who didn't do them the ones who are really strange? 4

Shaking his head, Kerry stood up and walked towards the car.

Kazuma originally intended to wait for Kerry to say a few nice words and then let it go, but since he wasn't a pretty girl, no one would pamper him. Seeing Kerry's back without any hesitation, Kazuma gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Damn it! You bastard! If it weren't for the fact that I would definitely be resurrected next to you after I die, I'm afraid that one day I would be resurrected in Tokyo Bay and still not see that pink-haired family from last night. I don't want to get involved in this kind of thing."

“A man’s arrogance has no place.” Kerry’s lips curled up slightly.

...

Following the lingering scent, I parked the car not far from the foot of the mountain, choosing to sneak in rather than make a fuss.

The mountain looked normal, just a small hill that you could see anywhere, but in Kerry and Sato Kazuma's senses, the traces and locations of the "food" were nowhere to be hidden. Soon the two found a stone-paved road that had obviously been repaired.

Just as Kerry was about to step forward, Kazuma grabbed him and shook his head.

"Remember the location, then get back in the car."

Kerry was taken aback, and then Kazuma's explanation followed.

“Since I can return to your side at any time, let me scout ahead first to prevent you from falling into any traps. If…” Kazuma paused for a moment before gritting his teeth and finishing his sentence.

"If I get caught, I'll commit suicide, then resurrect and come back to you. We'll come together again once I've figured things out."

As he spoke, Kazuma took out the pistol from his waist and the bullets from his pocket and handed them to Kerry.

“Okay.” Kerry nodded in agreement without hesitation.

After taking the bullet, Kerry handed Kazuma a newly found watermelon knife. The one from last night was already worn out from cutting people, and he couldn't sharpen it in seconds like a katana master, so he had to find a new one.

"Tch! You stole the show before, now just watch me and Grandpa Zhen put on a good show!"

Kazuma rubbed his nose with his thumb, smiled, and walked onto the stone path.

After witnessing all of this, Kerry returned to his car and began to be constantly vigilant about any movement around him.

He gripped the watermelon knife tighter. Although he had acted very carefree when he was showing off, only he knew whether he was really that carefree. Although he could be resurrected, the feeling of life slowly slipping away from him with each death was real.

Carefully smelling the fragrances and distinguishing their locations, He Zhen soon discovered a unique scene in the mountains.

Along the roadside path, there is a statue of a young monk named Ksitigarbha, but hidden by the shade of the trees, a vermilion torii gate adorned with prayer ropes stands on the mountain ahead.

"Heh, with Buddha statues and shrines everywhere, even if this is Japan, there are way too many elements here."

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Thanks to Alice from Millennium Academy for the dog food! Thank you, meow! 1

PS2: The thought that the two dialogue scenes that have appeared so far were originally meant for Xiao Xiang, and that they've allowed those readers who questioned my ability to write romance to directly criticize me, makes me want to snort. 20

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Kazuma's Bizarre Adventure

Having little experience in infiltration, Kazuma didn't know exactly what to do, so he tiptoed onto the approach, looked around, and felt the scent in his nose grow stronger, but he didn't see anyone.

Crossing the torii gate signifies entering the realm of the gods in Shintoism.

Above the torii gate is a small open space paved with about 20 300mm by 300mm stone bricks, and the ground is clean stone bricks.

For some unknown reason, the tall trees above blocked most of the sunlight with their lush foliage, leaving only scattered golden traces on the surrounding trees and the ground.

If it weren't for last night's madness, Kazuma would definitely think he'd just gone on a rural vacation.

To be honest, Kazuma had already imagined the scene above before he came up. Based on the information he learned last night, it was either the Lion Camel Kingdom from Journey to the West, with human flesh hanging everywhere and living people locked in cages, just like the base of the Forest players, or it was like the base of the Exiles Conan players, with enslaved people working everywhere, and wails and screams coming in turn.

Looking at the open space ahead, where stairs continued one after another, Kazuma couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Imagining scenes from Sekiro and Yakuza, Kazuma picks up a knife and begins the agonizing climb up the stairs.

Meanwhile, in the mountains next to the one where Kazuma was, in a luxurious building that was hard for outsiders to imagine, although Japan has never lacked mansions or ryokan (traditional Japanese gardens) built in the mountains.

If it weren't for the strange location, the sheer size of this place would make one wonder if it were the summer residence of a top-tier zaibatsu like the Shinomiya or Shichijo families.

The binary structure with multiple doors is reminiscent of a traditional courtyard house, but it is a Japanese-style courtyard with smaller and more densely packed rooms.

What's strange at first glance is the dark canopy supporting the building, reminiscent of a greenhouse, but serving the purpose of blocking sunlight.

Furthermore, only a few rooms inside had dim lighting.

In the center of the building, a gaunt old woman in a kimono was scattering fish food into a dark pond, where bubbles would occasionally rise from the water.

"Mr. Muroi, do you mean that there are 573 people in the village, but you were driven up the mountain by an outsider?"

In Japanese, the term "君" (kun) is used by very close people when addressing each other, but it is more often used by elders to address younger people.

Therefore, in some anime and manga, when the female protagonist and the male protagonist start calling each other "XX-kun" as soon as they meet, it actually means they are already flirting with each other.

"Yes." Shizunobu Muroi knelt in the dark courtyard with his head bowed.

There was no rebuttal, nor were any further reasons given.

"And now, because ordinary people with guns can't do anything to that guy, and those of us who have sculpted our bodies can't go down the mountain during the day, so we can only hide in the mountains and wait for night, right?"

"Yes." Jingxin nodded again.

The old man who had just been feeding the fish was furious upon hearing his reply. He slammed the basket of leftover fish food onto Jingxin's head, spilling the food all over him.

"How did you do your job? Haven't I told you many times to be meticulous in your work? The new village is like our gateway, our shell, especially now!"

I had already invited Governor Fukuyasu of Hokkaido and Inspector Nagata of the Metropolitan Police Department to attend the religious ceremony, but you pulled this stunt! How am I supposed to explain this to them? If they find out we couldn't even keep a secret, how can they trust us? Do you want us dead?

"I'm so sorry." Jingxin bowed deeply and knelt down to apologize.

Faced with the old man's anger, Jingxin did not utter a word of rebuttal, nor did she answer his questions.

Jingxin knew that even if he explained his difficulties, this guy would only say unrealistic things like "I don't care" or "Can't you guys do it?" This was a common problem among people who thought they were something special. As long as he invested, he had to see a return, and he would drag his subordinates into it whenever there was a problem.

But after saying all that, all he could offer was torment his subordinates and inflict pain; he couldn't offer any constructive suggestions.

Jingxin has adapted over the past 14 years.