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

This moment...

Hanako's body has become completely materialized.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of water continued to rise and fall; at this moment...

It is no longer something ethereal and unreal, but something that actually exists in this world.

Using Sakurai's repeated calls as coordinates, Hanako in the toilet finally arrived in this world.

Sakurai let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

The time has finally come. Now it's time to officially defeat the demon doll Hanako.

It really took a lot of effort.

He thought so.

So...

The prelude to the appetizer is complete, now—

Let's get straight to the main course.

"Arakami Fang, begin to burn."

The man's voice, which could almost be described as cold, rang out as he uttered those words as if it were perfectly natural.

An invisible flame, starting from Sakurai's body, spread to the person tightly embracing him...

On Hanako's body.

The next moment——

A mournful sound...

A venomous scream rang out.

Unable to bear the intense heat, Hanako subconsciously released Sakurai's body.

It vanished as a phantom.

"Big brother...why?"

Faint sounds came from all directions. Hanako, unable to understand why the food she had in her hands would harm her, questioned Sakurai with resentment.

"It's simple, big brother did it for..."

"We came to exterminate Hanako."

With a flick of his right hand, the Aragami Fang, which had been tucked into his waistband, fell into his palm.

Turning around, Sakurai looked at his dark blue reflection in the mirror, his head bowed.

His golden eyes seemed to be filled with flames invisible to the naked eye, he said softly.

"Is big brother going to hurt Hanako too?"

Hanako's head was twisted at a ninety-degree angle, her face bearing an innocent yet venomous smile. Her voice, mixed with the dripping sound of water, reached Sakurai's ears.

She felt a little sad; this kind older brother had actually come to hurt her.

She clearly...

All I want is to survive.

"Ah, that's right."

"In fact, that's why I came here."

"Ghost stories..."

"It shouldn't exist in this world."

Her response was Sakurai's matter-of-fact statement.

His words were firm and resolute, and he frankly stated his purpose for coming.

He flung out the Aragami Fang in his hand, the crimson dagger about to pierce Hanako's reflection in the mirror.

"Big brother..."

"I hate you."

Hanako whispered, expressing her most genuine thoughts at that moment.

Just before the dagger pierced the mirror, Hanako's venomous and twisted appearance turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into the mirror.

The next instant, shards of the broken mirror flew in all directions, instantly covering the entire bathroom.

"Whatever, I don't need your approval anyway."

Standing motionless in place, Sakurai slowly closed his eyes.

Use your hearing to pinpoint Hanako's current location.

Sakurai has always been serious about hunting.

Especially when it comes to ghost stories like Hanako-san, Sakurai would absolutely want to get rid of them.

21. The barrier unfolds, a riot of flowers blooms, and flames devour the soul.

After Sakurai gave a definitive answer, the toilet fell into a brief silence, then—

A sharp, piercing, and venomous laugh quietly emerged.

"Hehehehe... Hahahaha!!!"

"Big brother, Hanako wants..."

"Kill you."

The sounds came from all directions: the ceiling, the floor, the walls, the windows, and even the toilet door.

Countless scarlet handprints appeared, as if countless unseen children were climbing on any place that could be seen and touched.

In just a few seconds, the handprint turned the entire bathroom crimson.

With a bang, the wide-open toilet door slammed shut...

Sakurai was trapped inside.

There is no way to leave.

Together with Hanako.

Wherever there was a palm print, Hanako's phantom could be seen appearing and disappearing.

Then it solidified into a smaller version of Hanako.

It only takes a moment.

An almost endless number of Hanako-sans surged toward Sakurai.

However, in an instant, Sakurai would be submerged in the tide of Hanako.

In the short term, relying solely on his naked eye and supernatural reflexes, Sakurai simply couldn't find Hanako's true location.

"That really is..."

"A complete brat."

Sakurai sighed softly, raised his right hand again, and casually swiped the Arakami Fang into his palm.

The swirling, flying blades easily severed all the illusory figures of Hanako that approached him.

With each wailing sound, a vacuum zone formed within half a meter of Sakurai.

But this is just a drop in the ocean.

Every time Sakurai destroys a Hanako phantom, two or more Hanako phantoms will rush back towards Sakurai's location.

Just like a splash of water, breaking through a single drop of water only results in two smaller drops.

A blade alone could never kill all the rivers.

The idea that "you can't cut water with a knife" is inherently a very difficult thing to achieve.

That's why that great poet used it to describe sorrow.

Without a doubt, in Hanako's mind at this moment.

This hysterical anger and resentment will not cease until Sakurai is killed.

This resentment and murderous intent—

We will not give up until we achieve our goal.

"It's really troublesome."

Sakurai sighed softly.

I originally thought I could keep this trick hidden for a while longer.

Do we need to use the results now?

However, if we consider Hanako-san, one of the great ghost stories, as the subject of the performance, it wouldn't be considered a waste.

"Then let's begin, partner."

"Roar, Aragami Fang, unleash your domain."

"A Hundred Flowers in Full Bloom, Blazing Flames Devour Souls".

As Sakurai's voice faded, it was visibly...

The invisible flames surged and churned like boiling blood.

In the end, it transformed into a crimson lotus flower phantom that bloomed in an instant.

The intense heat spread from Sakurai's center to a radius of ten meters in a fraction of a second.

The petals of the red lotus fell one by one, transforming into blazing tongues of fire that licked everything in their path, spreading like waves. The invisible heat grew more and more terrifying with the passage of time.

Within this range, all life will be constantly ignited by this scorching and terrifying flame.