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

I don't feel resentful about Kayako's actions.

but...

I'm genuinely unhappy.

50. The virus spreads endlessly, Sakurai suffers his first defeat.

The moment the paper door was severed, it vanished in a flash of black light, revealing the real second floor.

However, compared to that, what really attracted Sakurai's attention was...

A pale-skinned woman with contorted limbs stood before Sakurai, her head bowed.

Her hair was loose, and she tilted her head, revealing an extremely eerie smile. Her dark, venomous eyes were clearly reflected in Sakurai's eyes through her hair.

With a series of cracking sounds, it was the strange sound of bones being forcibly broken by tremendous force.

The woman's body was contorted into a posture that no normal person could make, which was both sinister and terrifying.

Thick, crimson blood flowed down the woman's pale legs and onto the ground.

Is the purpose of striking this pose to scare me? Or is there some other purpose?

Sakurai, who took in everything before him, didn't understand the purpose behind the woman's performance art in front of him.

All he knew was that this guy was undoubtedly...

The master of this haunted house is named—

Curse·Gaya coconut.

This time...

Is this the real person?

Sakurai didn't know, but these kinds of things, it seems, we can only find out after the fight.

As long as he keeps pushing forward, he will eventually see Kayako's true form. At that time, the initiative between the two will naturally shift from Kayako to his side.

Sakurai was aware of this.

That's how he's always done things.

With that thought in mind, Sakurai took a step and arrived in front of Kayako, aiming his Aragami Fang at her neck with a clear purpose.

Then...

As expected, they missed their target.

Was it really just an illusion?

I knew this guy wouldn't show up in front of me so easily.

With this thought in mind, Sakurai's unstoppable momentum abruptly halted. He abruptly slammed on the brakes and turned 180 degrees backward the instant Kayako, who was standing right next to him with her head down, disappeared from sight.

The Aragami Fang, gleaming with red light, thrust forcefully towards its original back position.

Just then, a 'lou' sound, like bubbles, came from behind. Sakurai immediately looked towards the source of the sound and saw a figure standing upside down on the ceiling. It was a dark figure with disheveled hair, deathly pale skin, and covered in twisted black patterns that sent chills down one's spine.

Kayako was right above where he was, playing a head-to-head game with him.

Those arms reached down, their target Sakurai's neck.

Just before Kayako grabbed his neck, Sakurai reacted instinctively and took a step back, avoiding Kayako's attack and giving her no chance whatsoever.

He stepped onto a sticky, foul-smelling pool of blood on the ground.

and many more...

I didn't sense that chilling malice just now.

The Kayako on her head is fake.

Being calculated.

The place I'm in now seems to be where Kayako's illusion just appeared. Oh no, I've been tricked.

The Kayako who first appeared and then disappeared is the true form.

The series of Kayakos that appeared later were all fake.

It was a trap designed to lure me in.

However, even if Sakurai reacted immediately upon stepping into the pool of blood, it was too late.

He has personally stepped into the trap that Kayako had tailored specifically for him.

A pair of pale arms reached out from the pool of blood and gripped Sakurai's calf tightly, refusing to let go even as they were burned by the flames of his soul.

Two crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out, and those hands twisted Sakurai's calf in an instant.

Blood flowed down Sakurai's legs and spread throughout his body, transforming into pairs of pale hands that broke every bone in his body.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands covered Sakurai's mouth tightly, not giving him a chance to speak.

A tremendous force controlled Sakurai's body, rendering him completely immobile.

The only movable part of his hand, which was gripping the Aragami Fang, was also tightly controlled, making it impossible for him to use force to break the deadlock.

Finally, a woman with disheveled hair and deathly pale skin appeared in front of Sakurai, tightly embracing his body and collapsing downwards.

And so, Sakurai, who was unable to control his body, fell straight down into the wide-open closet behind him.

Along with the stench, Sakurai heard Kayako's excessively unpleasant bubbling sounds.

Hearing the eerie sound of the bubbles, Sakurai understood.

Kayako is laughing.

They felt smug and pleased that Sakurai had been completely outmaneuvered.

It really is...

How cunning!

Was everything they've shown me just bait to lure me into a trap?

Indeed, the other party's identity is Kayako the Ghost Story, not Kayako the Supernatural.

His constant display of being driven by resentment and lacking common sense made me overlook this fact.

In his mind, Sakurai reflected on himself.

Was it because of the week-long vacation that my mindset changed?

That really shouldn't have happened... [me].

However, it's too late for regrets now, and all Sakurai can do is accept the current situation.

Then...

[Counterattack]

Since Kayako has gone to such lengths to scheme against him, let me see what you're really up to.

Ghost Story: Kayako

This time, I won't let my guard down.

I will place you in an indescribable position, on par with the Mountain God.

Use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, and then I'll begin my counterattack.

With that thought in mind, Sakurai took one last look at Kayako's pale profile before closing his eyes.

Start enjoying this endless descent.

When Sakurai completely disappeared into the closet, after Sakurai and 'himself' were 'eaten' by the house.

The ceiling that had just appeared began to undulate once more, accompanied by a series of 'clunking' sounds similar to bubbles.

On the writhing ceiling, a woman with disheveled hair, skin so pale it was devoid of any color, her body covered in wounds and strange black markings, her eyes, hidden in her hair, filled with an intense coldness, were staring intently at the spot where Sakurai had disappeared.

Is the one hugging Sakurai really Kayako's true form?

Or is it that everything Sakurai has seen so far is the real Kayako and not an illusion?

Does a curse like Ju-on, which endlessly transmits resentment with the death of a human, truly have an origin?

Kayako, without weaknesses or constraints, is undoubtedly a more troublesome enemy than the Mountain God, even though she has not yet become an indescribable being.

If he hadn't been fully prepared, Sakurai might have really suffered a crushing defeat.

51. Is this the world of Ju-on?

Sakurai squinted in confusion, then opened his eyes again to find himself in a misty space.

Aside from the barely perceptible yet undeniably foul stench...

Nothing at all.

"Where is this place?"

"A paranormal spot?"

"It doesn't seem like it. Could it be Kayako's domain?"

Sakurai had heard that a sufficiently powerful supernatural entity could create a small, special space that exists outside of the mortal world.

Within this space, the holder's abilities and power can be fully unleashed.

Outsiders will be suppressed to some extent.

Another theory suggests that paranormal points were originally the domains of powerful spirits, and only later evolved into the term "paranormal points."

certainly...

Sakurai had only heard of this situation before; he had never seen it before.

Incidentally, Sakurai's two signature moves, developed using the Arakami Fang and the Eight-Sided Bright Silver Hammer, were, in a sense, inspired by this.

so...

Is this the purpose of Ju-on: Kayako?