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

This feeling of being publicly lauded, but...

Can't stop.

Of course, we have to make sure that Sakurai Sweet, the sole supplier, is in place.

"It depends on my mood. If she's really as strong as you say, I'll seriously consider it."

Sakurai snapped his fingers and hung up the phone.

After successively defeating the great ghost story Kuchisake-onna and the demon doll Hanako, Sakurai subconsciously looked down on the existence of ghost stories by a great extent.

The bartender sounded very impressive, but the thought that the next enemy would be a ghost story rather than a god made him a little less enthusiastic.

but...

Since that guy is so certain, there might be some surprise I don't know about.

Anyway, give it a try.

Just how much does the Kayako, which the bartender claims is immortal, actually weigh?

Could you let him stretch his muscles a little?

It would be even better if I could kill him dozens of times.

Unbeknownst to him, Sakurai began to enjoy the thrill of dancing on the edge of a blade and ultimately defeating a powerful enemy.

The more difficult and dangerous the battle, the more determined he becomes.

Faced with formidable enemies, he flocked to them.

After stretching his limbs, Sakurai looked at the typical Japanese garden before him, a slight smile playing on his lips, and stepped inside without hesitation.

The moment I stepped through the gate that marked the dividing line, the once cloudless sky suddenly became overcast, with occasional rumbles of thunder, as if a torrential downpour was about to begin.

Is it a formidable enemy capable of altering the weather?

No, it should be said that it was simply because Kayako's haunted house was unknowingly assimilated by the supernatural.

so...

Is the curse that comes from this place, that those who step into this place are cursed?

In other words, this is what the unscrupulous merchant calls a "paranormal location."

It exists in reality, is visible and tangible, and can be entered without any conditions...

The [paranormal spot] is filled with fear and despair.

Kayako's haunted house isn't very big, only two stories high, which is in line with the country's custom of detached houses.

The whole house gave Sakurai a very subtle feeling; it was somewhat gloomy, and he always felt like something was watching him.

It's a strange feeling that sends chills down your spine.

As he stepped into the house, a dark, venomous gaze followed him relentlessly.

A faint, extremely cold aura emanated from Sakurai's body.

Mark him.

Even if he runs to the ends of the earth, the "master" here will find him and tear him to pieces.

This is a way to vent one's resentment towards the living and towards the world.

This is...

Is it a curse from Ju-on?

It's a very interesting and unique feeling.

A chill ran through me, as if a cold figure stood silently behind me, its icy, blood-soaked aura striking the back of my neck, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head, ready to fall at any moment.

It's a hard-to-describe, unsettling feeling, like someone is watching your back relentlessly from some dark corner, ready to take your life in an instant if they so desire.

It's not much harder than swatting a mosquito that keeps buzzing incessantly.

but...

When you focus your attention on the mosquito, you'll find that the mosquito has disappeared, and all that's left is that annoying buzzing sound that follows you everywhere.

An invisible pressure surged into my heart, as if a runaway truck was right in front of me, flooring the gas pedal and hurtling straight toward me.

With its enormous weight and uncontrolled speeds reaching hundreds of kilometers per hour, it can crush your body to dust the moment it makes contact with it.

Flesh and blood scattered and transformed into countless stars, fragmented and broken, with not a single intact piece remaining.

Sakurai squinted slightly, one hand hanging down naturally, just a little way to reach the hilt of the Arakami Kiba at his waist.

He could feel a gaze fixed on him, like a shadow.

A strange sense of oppression caused his bodily functions to momentarily halt.

This made it difficult for him to breathe.

As they approached the detached house, a haunted dwelling, something real appeared, unlike the oppressive atmosphere they had just experienced.

Following his intuition, Sakurai looked up at the second floor of the house.

There, behind a dusty, hazy shop window, lay a woman, her entire body pale, her long, black hair cascading down in front of her. Through the hair, a pair of dark eyes stared intently at Sakurai's face.

Greedy, cold, violent, filled with malice and hatred, the terrifying gaze of death could make any living person tremble.

She was licking Sakurai's body, like a hungry beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to come up behind Sakurai.

It opened its mouth wide and was about to swallow Sakurai whole.

This pale-skinned woman, covered in scars, seemed to be the embodiment of all the negative emotions in the world—the worst, darkest, and most terrifying collection.

Her very existence can bring terrifying pressure to the living.

This is....

Is it the so-called "Ju-on" (curse)?

She really did live up to my expectations.

This feeling... perhaps after my battle with Kayako, I might be able to break through my limits.

I can, in this way, become...

Stronger.

47. Toshio Saeki

After thinking for a moment, Sakurai made a throat-slitting gesture, smiling provocatively at the ghost story called Kayako.

"You want to eat me?"

"I am waiting for you."

"If you can eat it, please feel free to come on over. I have..."

"Welcome!"

The moment the words fell, the air was filled with...

The already chilling gaze grew even more venomous.

The next second, Kayako, whose entire body was deathly pale, vanished as if she had never existed.

All you can see through the glass are furniture and walls covered in dust and cobwebs.

With a chuckle, Sakurai waved his hand dismissively, not expecting to provoke Kayako in the first place, as if saying goodbye.

He was quite looking forward to the upcoming battle, so...

Sakurai, who is usually impulsive, is now very patient.

Good food is worth the wait, so it will taste even better when it comes to the main course.

After seeing Kayako, Sakurai was certain that the bartender hadn't lied to him.

The ghost story known as Ju-on is a formidable foe that is rarely encountered.

Unlike flawed works like the Slit-Mouthed Woman and Hanako-san, or the ghost story of Miss Mary that was shelved before it was even fought, Ju-on is the complete version.

So...

Let's explore it a bit.

Let me see what surprises Kayako's house can bring me.

Without much hesitation, with a creak, Sakurai gently pushed open the seemingly locked door.

It's clear that the owner of the house was very welcoming of Sakurai's arrival.

As Sakurai stepped one foot into the room, he suddenly felt something grab his ankle.

These are a child's small hands, so cold they look as if they were just pulled out of ice.

The biting cold traveled from his ankles to his entire body, rendering him unable to move. He was like one of the seven fairies picking peaches, completely immobilized by Sun Wukong's spell.

He lowered his head uncontrollably, and at his feet was a naked little boy with pale blue skin, just like Kayako, squatting in the entrance of the corridor.

He opened his mouth as he looked at Sakurai.

"Meow!!!"

It was pitch black, without teeth or tongue, and its mouth, as black as a black hole, emitted an extremely piercing cat's meow.

The moment he saw him, Sakurai felt his body temperature plummeting, as if something was being drawn out of his body.

In less than ten seconds, he lost all signs of life.

Looking at the motionless Sakurai, who seemed like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank, the little boy couldn't help but let out a sharp, strange laugh mixed with cat meows.

Before the little boy could be happy for long, Sakurai, who had been unresponsive, twitched his fingers twice and then opened his eyes again.

"A nice gift to start a conversation. It's only polite to reciprocate. So I'll give you a present, little one."

"Hope you like it."

With his right hand already gripping the hilt of the Arakami Fang, Sakurai, who had been killed by the opening of the door, said this.