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

She looked down at her body in disbelief, and in the intense pain, she couldn't help but let out a sharp and hoarse wail.

"It's so noisy... well... fine, since you showed me the way, I'll give you a ride."

The moment the words left his mouth, Sakurai appeared in front of the old woman.

He bent his knee and kicked her to the ground, then reached down with his right hand and retrieved the Aragami Fang.

"Ughhhhhh, I don't want to die!!!"

The old woman's wrinkled face was filled with terror, and she wailed incessantly, overwhelmed by immense fear.

Having regained her memories of her human life, she absolutely did not want to disappear from this world.

"I can't be bothered with you."

The Aragami Fang pierced through the old woman's body once more, and dark gas flowed out of her body, leaving only the bag she had always carried on her back.

"This is really unexpected. How could such a weak spirit drop a storage item?"

"Looks like something good is about to happen."

With a slight smile, Sakurai casually tucked his colorful bag into his waistband before standing up again.

"Oh no, are we surrounded?"

"It seems this commotion has indeed caused quite a stir."

"I should have slit my throat immediately, oh my god..."

"If I say I meant no harm, would you believe me?"

Looking at the white phantoms interspersed among the tree trunks in all directions, Sakurai's lips curled up slightly.

He was trying to prove that he had no malicious intent.

Bai Ying didn't speak, but the coldness and killing intent in her eyes intensified.

"It seems to be useless. This is really a bit of a problem."

"Then I'll have to talk to you properly, or settle things with my fists."

With a helpless sigh, Sakurai couldn't understand why he always had to communicate through battle.

Could it be that he carries some kind of curse?

No one can be this unlucky.

Although I don't dislike it.

after all...

And who would reject a fight?

"I don't know if I can hold back. I hope you guys can take a beating."

As he spoke, Sakurai prepared to charge at the nearest white figure.

and many more...

Why...

Can't move.

The hand gripping the Arakami Fang was severed by an invisible blade, and the arm and the Arakami Fang fell heavily to the ground together. Then, before the arm could return to the body, a bone-chilling cold seeped into the skin and penetrated the marrow.

His body was bound by something, and he couldn't move.

Looking down from this icy Sakurai, extremely smooth long black hair came into view. Continuing to look down, a white [spirit] was pressed tightly against his body.

She was pressing her hand against Sakurai's chin, staring intently at him, her dark pupils reflecting his image.

We were actually ambushed.

I really shouldn't have removed the protection of the Soul Flame.

Just now, to prevent the old woman from noticing something and running away, Sakurai deliberately extinguished the flames of his soul.

As a result, they were ambushed.

If you're going to get hit, you should stand up straight. Since he was careless, there's nothing more to say.

Now Sakurai is also prepared to die once.

However, don't think it's over yet.

As Sakurai was thinking this, everything suddenly went black.

Suddenly, the sound of flowing water washing over rocks came to my ears.

Along with the sound of flowing water came earnest whispers.

They are saying...

"Don't forget...don't forget..."

At the same time, a picture appeared in his mind.

Dozens of women stood atop the flowing waterfall.

Numb yet resolute, with a hint of unwavering determination, they plunged their sharp blades into their throats.

Crimson blood gushed from their pale necks, and the dead women's bodies, devoid of support, slumped forward.

The body fell into the lake below with the current.

Sakurai was standing in the center of the waterfall, surrounded by darkness.

The lake water made a gurgling sound as countless female ghosts crawled out of it. They varied in appearance and age, but the only thing they had in common was their excessively pale skin and the red mark on their necks.

"Don't forget... to engrave it."

The spirits, constantly groping and tearing at Sakurai's body, whispered the same words, tearing at his flesh until finally...

He climbed up Sakurai's body and put his hand into Sakurai's neck.

Crimson and scalding hot blood—

It gushed out.

It was as if a sharp blade had pierced his neck.

In reality, Sakurai, with his eyes tightly closed, collapsed with a thud.

His neck was pierced by an invisible blade.

Hot blood flowed from his throat, staining the fallen leaves on the ground red.

Sakurai, with his eyes wide open, remained motionless and silent.

He died under the curse of female spirits, his past memories etched into his being.

At the cost of lives.

39. Sakurai VSH, the ruler of the castle ruins

As the female spirit floated away into the depths, the wound on Sakurai's neck, who lay on the ground with his eyes wide open in death, quietly healed without his knowledge, and his severed arm returned to his body, along with the Aragami Fang.

"A nice greeting gift; I'm quite satisfied with this first impression."

"I've learned something new."

"This is the first time I've been tricked and had no chance to fight back."

"Although, there was also an element of my carelessness involved."

Unfortunately, I am...

He's immortal.

I have countless more opportunities to try and make mistakes than the average person.

bring it on--

Is there any other way after using it once?

Kill me again.

Opening his eyes again, Sakurai sat up straight and watched the departing figure of [Spirit].

He casually tossed the Aragami Fang away from his hand.

After spinning a few times in the air, the Aragami Fang precisely slashed through the [Spirit]'s neck and embedded itself deeply into the tree trunk.

Sakurai rose from the ground covered in decaying leaves, stepped over the body of the female spirit lying on the ground clutching her neck, then pulled the Aragami Fang from the tree trunk and headed straight for the waterfall.

"I'm going to talk to your boss. Time is of the essence, so I won't waste time killing you."

"Consider it a thank you gift for letting me savor such a wonderful way to die."

Under the venomous gaze of the [spirit] who was clutching her throat, Sakurai quickly disappeared.

When it comes to stamina, he's second to none.

White shadows surged up from between the tree trunks, attempting to stop Sakurai's advance, but were ultimately defeated one by one by Sakurai.

There was absolutely no way to stop him, not even for a second.

Finally, Sakurai successfully reached the waterfall deepest in the forest, the entire journey—

No harm.

"This is it. It took me a lot of effort to find it."

Licking his lips, Sakurai stood on the shore, gazing at the scenery at the deepest part of the landscape.

The waterfall cascades down the cliff face, flowing into a circular lake.

Sakurai lowered his head, and in the clear lake surface were the reflections of dozens of female spirits shedding tears of blood.

The water ripples continuously as it flows into the lake along with the waterfall.

It's like a fleeting, elusive reflection.

It does not exist in this world.