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

Although I haven't actually tried it yet, since it's an octagonal bright silver hammer, its strength should be reliable.

Anyway...

Under the 1080-degree protection of the Thousand-Forged Endless Barrier, Sakurai completely ignored the series of negative effects attached to the Oni Gunso's magic circle.

Unlike before when he had to constantly refresh the negative status effects on his body, he is now at full strength, at 1000%.

The bullet from the musket spun in the air and struck Sakurai, easily piercing his body.

However, once the negative effects are gone, it's completely painless and indifferent.

Sakurai pulled up the octagonal silver hammer from the ground, took a few steps closer to the emaciated Oni Sergeant, and smashed the hammer down on Oni Sergeant's head.

The immense force, weighing over a thousand pounds, instantly shattered his skull.

The splattered blood hit Sakurai, soaking him in blood.

Sakurai, seizing the opportunity, raised his octagonal silver hammer and smashed the American soldiers who crawled out of the pool of blood one by one.

"It feels pretty good. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."

"But that's not enough, I'm not dead yet."

After Sakurai wiped out all the American soldiers, the resurrected Oni Sergeant sighed.

"If you tried again, could you kill me?"

"If I were any weaker, could you kill me?"

Clutching the grenade at his waist, the sergeant's eyes were filled with hope and longing for death.

Beyond the enormous triangle, an even larger, blood-red circle looms in the distance.

"Uncertain, but not a big problem."

"In the end, you'll be the only one left to fall."

"My bargaining chips completely overpower yours; my immortality surpasses yours."

With his eyes closed, Sakurai felt the warm golden light on his body and naturally came to this conclusion.

"However, I don't want to play anymore."

"How about we talk?"

"remember?"

"I told you, I need to talk to you."

"If you still want to fight me after knowing my purpose, I will responsibly send you away from this world."

Having sheathed his octagonal silver hammer and dispelled his self-imposed barrier of Thousand-Fold Refinement and Endless Barrier, Sakurai walked up to the sergeant with his hands in his pockets.

"it is good."

The struggle and hesitation were visible to the naked eye. The end called death, which he had been looking forward to for many years, was only one step away. As long as he continued to fight relentlessly, he might be able to get the peace of mind he had been dreaming of.

This was the final moment he had been waiting for ever since he became a spirit after dying of old age and was torn apart and entangled by those American soldiers.

It is something that should never be given up under any circumstances.

But in the end, his sense of responsibility and backbone as a soldier prevailed, and he struggled painfully to let go of the grenade.

The color of the magic circle being drawn on the ground gradually faded, and he reluctantly agreed to Sakurai's request, having ultimately chosen not to enter the third stage.

Starting from the outermost circle, the magic circle on the ground made of blood disappeared. His steps faltered, and the sergeant, who had returned to his original form, sat on the ground, gazing up at the sky.

He was so tired, unable to escape the torment of the supernatural, and could only watch helplessly as the dead spirits were devoured. All he could feel while he was alive was pain.

How he longed for the day he would die.

I hope someone can come...

kill him.

Let him be free.

"Would you like a drink?"

"I brought some with me."

Without giving Sergeant Oni a chance to speak, Sakurai took a bottle out of his shoulder bag and threw it at Sergeant Oni.

It should be emphasized that Sakurai himself does not drink alcohol.

He took this into consideration for the sergeant's situation and made a special detour to buy it on his way here.

"What do you want me to do?"

He caught the liquor in his hand, unscrewed the cap, and put it in his mouth.

The American soldiers who had been tearing at his body and even gnawing at the graves around him for so long were all killed by Sakurai.

He could breathe a little easier for a while before the American soldiers drew upon his spiritual power to revive him.

This pain and despair will temporarily cease to haunt you.

This is a favor, and he will repay it to Sakurai.

Have you ever heard of "Gatato"?

"So so, so so."

"Simply put, I want you to protect a child, as her [model]."

"Her future is full of hardships and difficulties, and as her teacher, I have my own things to do."

"I need a backup plan that can help her at all times."

“I don’t trust the forces she has right now, but if it’s you, I’d probably trust you.”

In the battle just now, Sakurai also confirmed that this Sergeant Oni was an extremely upright and iron-blooded soldier.

If it's him, Sakurai can confidently entrust the safety of his midnight snack to him.

Perhaps this is the difference between the supernatural and the supernatural.

One is to be wary of, the other is to be trusted.

Once again, Sakurai reflected on this point.

"Conversely, if you still yearn for death after that, I will find a way to help you be reborn."

"By the way, their enemies are very strong, and you might also meet your end in the battle."

"When protecting others."

"So, are you going to say yes?"

"If you don't agree, then let's continue fighting. I'm also curious whether your magic array, if further strengthened, will be able to break through my Thousand Refinements - Endless Barrier and affect me."

Sakurai took out a Shiba Inu plush toy with a backpack and handed it to the sergeant, then stretched out his other hand and asked softly.

"If only someone could kill me someday."

"I'll start to look forward to it."

"I hope that person is you."

Sergeant Oni sighed deeply, downed the strong liquor in one gulp, tossed aside the empty bottle, and then grasped the hand Sakurai offered.

His stubble-covered face was filled with hope and longing.

Compared to the peace of mind he would find in death now, he still...

She was even more worried about the girl Sakurai had mentioned.

His body transformed into a cloud of blood mist and surged into the doll.

If in the end one can find peace, then it should be...

How wonderful!

Lamenting, sighing.

In the end, Sergeant Ghost made the same choice he had made in life.

37. Next stop, City H

Are you still willing to help me in the end?

Thank you.

"is it?"

"I hope you can find the joy of living during this time."

"A senior who is also immortal."

In the sergeant, Sakurai saw...

It looks remarkably similar to myself.

Will he think that way in the future?

Will the agonizing look on Sergeant Oni's face mark his end?

Will his future be even more tragic and painful than everything he is now?

Sakurai didn't know.

I'm too lazy to think about it.

For Sergeant Oni, immortality was a curse.

But what about Sakurai?

Sakurai didn't know, and couldn't possibly understand.

For Sakurai now, it's just like how the Sergeant in his previous life dominated the battlefield thanks to his superhuman regenerative abilities, which were almost immortal.

Faced with one seemingly impossible perilous situation after another, and one seemingly impossible enemy after another.

Sakurai's ability to accomplish seemingly impossible miracles stems from his two most important trump cards: his immortality and his ability to read future timelines.

Everything else is just icing on the cake; only these two are the real reliance.