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

This is probably what girls' makeup skills are all about.

In his heart, Sakurai silently sighed.

"Boss, do I have a way to become as strong as you?"

Once again, Miko Yotsuya asked the question.

She didn't want to watch anymore, she didn't want to feel so powerless anymore.

She wanted to control her own destiny, she wanted...

Help Sakurai.

"I don't know, but..."

"You can try it."

I will try to help you.

This time, Sakurai gave a completely different answer than before.

Sakurai clapped his hands to signal Yotsuya Miko to come back to her senses, and then snapped his fingers.

"Alright, let's get ready to go back..."

"But before that."

"I need to talk to them first."

Turning around, Sakurai's gaze settled on the shadows of the woods.

There...

The two fox witches returned to their original forms.

What he looked like when he was alive.

One is still a young girl, the other is already old.

After the mountain god was completely defeated, they, who had been dominated by Tai for so long, were finally freed.

"Hey, ever since I got here, you've been asking me for help, right?"

"She keeps nagging on and on, it's so noisy."

Approaching the woman in white lying among the fallen leaves, Sakurai displayed an utterly disdainful expression.

"However, congratulations, you are free."

Sakurai suppressed the disgust on his face and said softly.

The woman stood up, clasped her hands together, and looked at Sakurai through the thin white veil.

She didn't speak, but simply bowed silently.

"How many years have you been imprisoned since you were offered as a sacrifice by the mountain god?"

"Is it decades, or centuries?"

"I'm telling you, you've been shouting all along, waiting for someone to hear your voice."

The woman raised her head, looked at Sakurai, and didn't say a word.

Perhaps during these centuries of torment, she had forgotten how to say anything other than "Save me."

Or perhaps, the language she learned hundreds of years ago was completely different from Sakurai's.

Tears silently streamed down her face as she wept with happiness, finally feeling relieved.

Tears streamed down her cheeks beneath the veil.

"Really? Then forget it."

"I'll only ask you one thing: do you still harbor resentment?"

“Resent those who sacrificed you, resent the mountain god who offered you as a sacrifice.”

"Resentment, for hearing your voice only after hundreds of years, and even killing you once?"

Standing before her, facing a woman only a step away, Sakurai asked.

Still crying, she raised her head and looked at the boundless sky, then gently shook her head.

After hundreds of years of waiting, they have finally been freed.

She has already...

There wasn't much resentment left.

The only feelings he had were gratitude towards Sakurai and relief at finally being free.

Sakurai decided to give her some time.

He took a few steps past her, slowly pulled out the Aragami Fang from his waist, and Sakurai's eyes were cold.

"There are still some who slipped through the net. They're quite good at hiding."

"Bastard."

"They couldn't help but jump out after the Mountain God was defeated. They're quite bold."

“Useless trash.”

The dazzling flash of the blade disappeared in an instant, and the last remaining survivors on the mountain fell.

From this moment forward, all the paranormal activity here will be completely eradicated.

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash. Even if I'm not in good shape right now, I'm still a piece of trash."

"Easy to handle, effortless."

After performing a sword flourish, Sakurai tucked the Arakami Kiba into his waistband and bent down to pick up the fallen remnants.

Good luck.

This time, everything that fell seemed legitimate.

A crowbar, a complete butterfly knife, and a piece of dried bark.

Sakurai was quite satisfied, as the items left behind were all useful.

"Well then, it's time to hit the road."

"As a benevolent spirit, it's better not to linger too long in this world where there aren't many ties, especially in a situation like yours."

The girl before us, who was once a sacrifice, has a very special identity.

As a sacrifice, she became a benevolent spirit.

This special power was exploited by the indescribable mountain god, who usurped it and transformed into a deity.

In other words, she is...

The fox-patterned coat that the Mountain God always wore.

This is also one of the reasons why the mountain god was seriously injured after Sakurai destroyed the skull enshrined in the shrine.

In this situation, with the mountain god being defeated, she, still carrying an indescribable divine aura, is too conspicuous.

Just like a fish that slipped through the net and rushed out the moment it was discovered by Sakurai, to the supernatural, she, who was tainted with the aura of the gods, was an even more tempting "delicious" thing than Sakurai.

If no one can protect her, it would be better for her to pass away.

At least, among those present, there was no one who could protect her.

Yotsuya Miko is not qualified, and Sakurai doesn't have the time or inclination to do it.

Her presence here would only cause more trouble.

She nodded, taking one last, reluctant look at the world she hadn't yet had a chance to enjoy, as specks of golden light emanated from her body.

"how about you?"

"Another fox witch."

"Unlike her, you won't be targeted."

"So...do you want to stay?"

"Given your special status, the mystical world should be willing to find a way to provide you with a usable body."

Turning his head, Sakurai looked at the other fox shrine maiden and, as a matter of course, dismissed her.

"No need, the one who has already defeated the mountain god."

"I have little attachment to this world. My only regret is that I didn't have time to say goodbye to my disciple. May I ask you for a favor?"

She looked at Sakurai and said softly.

"I think it's more suitable for you to go by yourself."

"It's not too late to say goodbye before you pass away."

Sakurai was somewhat annoyed; relaying messages was too much trouble.

"It's too late. I don't want her to wait too long."

The "she" the fox priestess spoke of was undoubtedly the girl who was sacrificed in the past.

For a considerable period of time, they were together as fox priestesses controlled by the mountain god.

They have already forged too many bonds.

Under such circumstances, how could she bear to make her wait too long?

31. Exorcist Miko Yotsuya makes her grand entrance.

"Whatever you like, assistant."

"This task is entrusted to you. Anyway, they are in your hands as relics from the supernatural era."