Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

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"Absolutely not."

Jianzi was certain and convinced that he must not give the cat to him.

"You...are not going to give me a cat?"

The man, who seemed more lost than incredulous, confirmed it again with uncertainty.

In response to this, Jianzi was very firm.

"Yes."

The breeze blowing towards her blew up the ends of her hair, and she looked at the man without giving in.

"Why not..."

"never mind."

The man seemed to realize something and left this sentence, then left in disappointment.

he...

Is it really impossible to have a cat of your own?

Even after my mom passed away, it didn’t work.

"that..."

"Is this really good?"

Although she didn't know why her best friend did what she did, Yurikawaka, who was still supportive, asked uncertainly.

Jianzi shook his head, took the cat from Yurikawaka's arms, and walked to the fierce uncle who had been watching quietly on the side.

"please."

This was Yotsuya Miko's decision.

"Well, I will cherish it."

I didn't expect that the uncle was willing to entrust the cat to me. Without saying a word except for a promise, he gently took the kitten in his arms.

The vicious uncle raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

In Jianzi's eyes, there were clearly two little white kittens lying on the uncle's shoulders.

This pure and sacred posture, besides the bad things, does have some good things too.

Miko didn't know, but what she was sure of was that a man who had a Nekomata as his guardian spirit was definitely a suitable person to entrust.

"Goodbye."

"is this okay?"

After the uncle walked away with the cat in his arms, Yurikawa Hana took small steps to the side of Jianzi and confirmed uncertainly.

"Well, probably."

"We...can't judge a book by its cover."

You can never judge a person by his appearance. A vicious uncle may be a gentle person at heart. A handsome man may be the kind of person who abuses cats.

This kind of thing is possible.

Jianzi realized one thing.

The junior student who was full of dark energy.

Maybe he is like that too.

Things like enemies and I having the same origin.

Want help? With him.

If this continues, I will definitely not be able to hold on.

22. Please... Help me

Ignoring the pungent fishy smell on his body, Sakurai took out a bottle of mineral water from his shoulder bag and poured it on the towel.

I cleaned off the smell of rotten meat a little bit.

Although this is just a drop in the bucket.

The only thing to be thankful for is that people who can’t see can’t smell it.

It’s like, there’s no way that things from the non-human world can be brought into the human world.

Can a world that rejects inhuman things accommodate his existence?

It is such an honor.

Never mind. There's no point in thinking about this now.

The most urgent thing is to collect the spoils after the war.

Should this feeling be called impatience?

Mr. Sakurai, who was only one month old, didn't quite understand.

He picked up a few of the scattered remains on the ground that didn't look very good and stuffed them into his mouth, and put the rest into his shoulder bag.

After taking everything, Sakurai wiped the dagger, which was shining coldly, on his body and put it into his shoulder bag.

He picked up the dusty Ichinose High School uniform that had fallen to the side, shook it a few times, and then casually put it on.

By the time all this was completed, all the wounds caused by the recent battle had almost healed.

After his wounds healed, he became the ordinary person he could be seen everywhere again.

Except for the messy hair.

That's good, at least that's what Sakurai thinks.

He has no idea of becoming a superhero or a superior person.

His biggest dream is to live an ordinary life as tenaciously as a goat.

He also clearly understood how far-fetched this dream was for him, but why couldn't he give it a try?

It’s never shameful to work hard towards your goal, right?

He does not need other people's approval, nor does he care about other people's opinions. To him, strangers are less important than stones on the roadside.

At least the stones would sometimes trip him, and he could pick them up and throw them when he came.

As for the insignificant words of passers-by, who would waste time caring about them?

Thinking about all these things, Sakurai walked from the deepest part of the alley to the entrance of the alley.

If he hadn't held on just now, this guy would have run out into the street.

It will be troublesome then.

Looking at the black gas that was constantly wriggling in front of him, this was the final result of the caterpillar's body changes.

After swallowing his arm and having its head destroyed by him, it was successfully defeated by Sakurai.

A centipede may die but its body remains intact, but once it is dead it is dead.

Even the vitality of the body is now only reduced to this black energy.

If left alone, perhaps the caterpillar that loves buffets will be reborn again one day, but the prerequisite is that he does not take away the spoils.

Unfortunately...

What hunter would give up the trophy he had worked so hard to get?

He squatted down, stirred the black air around for a while, and then scooped out a ten-centimeter-sized stone sculpture of a green worm from the black air and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

The black gas that was constantly twisting on the ground finally could not continue to exist in this world after losing its last support. It gradually became transparent and completely disappeared.

This battle can finally be declared Sakurai's victory.

From now on, the last trace of the big ghost eating the buffet in the alley disappeared from the world.

What remains of it will also be collected as Sakurai's trophies.

Maybe if I’m hungry that day, I’ll eat this as a snack.

Forget it now, but if that fox tail isn’t enough, I’ll have to give this to that guy.

He knew how expensive a top-notch exorcism tool was.

Carrying a shoulder bag in one hand, Sakurai walked out of the dark and damp alley without any reluctance.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the man after the big fight, as if covering him with a thin layer of gauze.

The battle just now had no effect on the people on the street. They had no idea what a thrilling battle had just taken place.

Because——

To those who cannot see, all the traces left by the caterpillars do not exist.

At least...