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

"However, those two are special cases, and only if you, Sakurai-kun, personally take action can we be confident of winning them over."

"The two young girls are still a bit too inexperienced."

"Let's quickly move past this farce," the bartender emphasized, unusually serious.

"No problem, send me the address, and I'll get ready to leave right away."

It's a bit late, but...

He wasn't satisfied with his fight with Hanako, so he didn't mind causing another big scene.

With a snap of his fingers, Sakurai indicated that the bartender would take care of their late-night snacks.

The bartender was a bit of a swindler, but he was also a fun-loving and mysterious guy.

However, in the end, it is still barely trustworthy.

At least for his people, this unscrupulous businessman would still be somewhat attentive.

"You can arrange your time as you see fit. If you want to go on an adventure to a haunted place, the shady merchant has prepared some mops for you."

"If you want to go home, let the unscrupulous businessman arrange a car for you."

"Assistant, if you haven't eaten, you can grab something to eat while you're at it. The food here at that shady business is pretty good."

After giving the two women a brief instruction, Sakurai strode away from the izakaya.

Since we've decided to have these two work together, we must at least ensure their safety.

Compared to the supernatural, the spirit is undoubtedly safer, isn't it?

If the spirit is indeed the kind of being the bartender described.

Especially in this absurd world where the human world is almost entirely filled with the supernatural, compared to the supernatural, which can almost be called the natural enemy of life.

Without a doubt, the spirit is more trustworthy.

At least that's what Sakurai thinks.

34. Immortal Body - Oni Sergeant

Ultimately, Sakurai still didn't believe in Blazing Princess. In his eyes, the supernatural was just the supernatural and not worth trusting.

At least, there's no way to trust unconditionally.

To completely entrust the safety of one's mouth to another is tantamount to putting one's own hand into the mouth of a hungry wolf; it is a completely irresponsible act towards one's own safety.

Especially now that unscrupulous merchants have provided better options.

Unlike Sakurai, whose "great power returns to himself," Little Snack's main fighting strength comes from Pokémon.

Occupying a primary position in the hierarchical relationship between oneself and the next generation, and achieving a balance among the different generations, are essential conditions for navigating this unknown underworld.

The key to survival for Xiaoyexiao lies in checks and balances.

Shu Han had its romance, Cao Wei had its integrity, and Eastern Wu had its cowards.

Among the three factions during the Three Kingdoms period, Sakurai disliked Sun Quan the most.

However, he had to admit that Xiao Yexiao's current situation was very similar to Sun Quan's.

And he, Eito Sakurai, doesn't mind supporting Xiaoyexiao as [Sun Ce].

He can provide for Xiaoyexiao and lay a solid foundation for her, but even the strongest little tyrant will eventually fall.

He is not an omnipotent god, and no matter what, he cannot guarantee the safety of the late-night snacks at all times. That is unrealistic and impossible.

He wasn't an accessory to Xiao Yexiao, and couldn't be by her side like a shadow.

In the Otherworld, everyone is independent and has their own path to walk.

There are unknown adventures that belong only to you and await you.

So, before he had the ability and spare capacity, before he had the time, and during the time he was still traveling with his late-night snacks.

He doesn't mind laying a solid foundation for the late-night snack business as much as possible.

As Sun Bofu, the Little Conqueror of Jiangdong, he paved the way for Xiaoyexiao, who was just starting out as Sun Zhongmou.

So...

Let's go for it in style!

Convince the two powerful spirits the bartender mentioned, and then make them your allies and trump cards for Yotsuya and Miko.

If words fail, use your fists to convey your goodwill and sincerity to the other party.

In order to prepare a "partner" that is far more trustworthy than the fiery princess who is a supernatural being, for my little midnight snack.

Especially now that they have a relationship of restraint and natural enemies.

With a slight smile, Sakurai eagerly awaited what would happen next.

Could you let him...

Let's stretch our muscles a little.

So far, I haven't fought any [spirits].

Unconsciously, Sakurai yawned, hopped onto his motorcycle, and at the same time...

The locations of the two spirits and related information have been sent to Sakurai's email.

……

……

Is this the place?

K cemetery, and that's my goal.

After looking around the cemetery for a while, Sakurai's gaze finally settled on a tombstone deep inside the cemetery.

A man dressed as a sergeant, holding a military sword, sat there expressionless.

He remained silent, his eyes closed.

Around him, hundreds of ghosts dressed as American soldiers lingered, devouring and gnawing at his body, every moment, every second.

"I've found you. Nice to meet you."

"Sergeant."

With a flick of his Aragami Fang, Sakurai beheaded the approaching American soldier with a single strike. Then, he swiftly and decisively killed all the surrounding American soldiers. Having accomplished this, Sakurai approached the sergeant with a smile.

"Would you be interested in having a chat with me?"

As he spoke, Sakurai kept turning the Arakami Fang in his hand, the short dagger, more than ten centimeters long, transformed into a silver snake that kept moving around in his hand.

"What...is there for you?"

He opened his eyes, a deep blue spiritual pressure swirling around the Sergeant, and he stared at Sakurai.

"Is something the matter? Well, there is something I need to take care of."

"But before that, I heard you were immortal. Unfortunately, I think I am too, you know..."

"It might be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but—"

"Would you be interested in giving it a try?"

"Between our immortalities, whose immortality is superior?"

"I also want to confirm what kind of unique power you possess, since it's not supernatural but rather a 'spirit'."

Sakurai flipped the Aragami Fang over and looked at the Sergeant with some anticipation.

According to the information provided by the unscrupulous merchant, the man in front of them was an officer of the former Japanese Army who had served on the Southern Front during his lifetime.

It is said that during his lifetime he possessed a healing ability that was close to "immortality," capable of infinite regeneration.

This characteristic was inherited even after his death.

After he died of old age, his spirit reverted to its appearance during his time on the battlefield.

Incidentally, the American soldiers that Sakurai just killed were the ghosts of hundreds of enemy soldiers he killed during the war.

The resentment they felt for dying at his hands caused them to continue following the sergeant even after they became spirits.

His body was constantly being devoured by the soldiers, yet it continued to recover thanks to his powerful self-healing ability as an immortal.

No matter how skillful the damage or curse, it can be restored to its original state.

This is also the reason why the other party has been unable to attain Buddhahood.

"Do you have a way to kill me?"

Looking at Sakurai, the sergeant asked.

"Who knows? I've killed countless supernatural beings by now, and I've even killed two god-like beings, but it seems I haven't actually fought a spirit yet."

"Not to mention fighting against powerful enemies who are immortal."

"Perhaps, once I get into a good rhythm, I might be able to take you down."

"Well, I am an 'outlier' who possesses an immortal body."

Sakurai took a step forward, and just a step away from the sergeant, he kicked out, followed by a clean and decisive blow that beheaded him.

Having completed this step, Sakurai finally raised his head and met the Sergeant's gaze defiantly.

"Then come on, try to kill me."

"Or I will kill you."

As he said this, the sergeant drew his sword and pointed it at Sakurai.

At the same time, centered on the sergeant, crimson blood transformed into a magic circle with a giant eye pattern.

If you look down from above, Sakurai and Sergeant Keroro are positioned exactly where the pupils of their eyes are.

Countless American soldiers struggled to crawl out of the blood and headed towards Sakurai's location.