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

Was all this scheming done to bring me here?

After a brief moment of consideration, Sakurai lowered his head and focused his attention on the shadow beneath the red mist, and the thick, pungent blood beneath the shadow.

Everything he is standing on, everything he sees, everything his gaze falls upon is Kayako.

Once you realize that, it becomes clear, doesn't it?

What he smelled was the stench of Kayako's rotting corpse.

He is now in Kayako's "world".

Such facts were clearly laid out before him.

So what's next?

They went to great lengths to bring him to this place; surely they didn't intend to trap him here and let him die.

This might be a clever plan, but it's definitely not Kayako's style.

This person, consumed by resentment, transformed into the Curse-Ghost, whose mind was filled with the desire to personally kill all the living humans.

All her actions revolve around this central theme.

Now that she's been sealed away by the bartender and unable to kill anyone, Kayako has no way of letting go of the person who willingly came to her.

Especially considering that he himself is even more tempting to the supernatural than the flesh of Tang Sanzang.

What did I tell you? Well, here it is...

Are you here?

A subtle smile played on Sakurai's lips as he watched the crimson liquid rise and gradually engulf his knees.

The boundless liquid emitted a strong, foul odor, a very peculiar smell unique to fresh blood.

From the sea of ​​blood, large and small bubbles kept gushing out and eventually bursting.

The help comes as the bubbles burst.

A sound came from nearby, and Sakurai looked down in the direction of the sound, only to see a face floating in the blood.

A pale, resentful face, covered in scars hidden beneath disheveled hair—is that Kayako?

She raised her foot and stomped hard on the face, and the sickly woman's face turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Before Sakurai could even breathe a sigh of relief...

Sleep flared up again, and a large amount of hair, spreading out like spider silk, flew out and enveloped Sakurai completely.

In the blink of an eye, it tightly bound his body.

The tightly wrapped hair transformed Sakurai into a giant cocoon.

It was as if countless snakes were wriggling around Sakurai's body, tightening their grip. In less than a minute, Sakurai's body, which was tightly wrapped in hair, was compressed to more than half its original size.

The scalding blood was drawn from Sakurai's body by the black hair strands and eventually injected into the bloody water on the ground.

The "Sea of ​​Blood" here is made up of the blood of people who have mistakenly entered it.

Are we at a loss?

Were you checkmated?

I'm not the same person I used to be.

Sakurai vaguely remembered that not long ago, he had defeated a giant spider.

If it weren't for reading the future timeline and dodging the giant spider's deadly attack, and avoiding being entangled in the spider silk...

Perhaps I wouldn't be who I am today.

But alas, a scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence; he is no longer the same person he once was.

He is definitely not a naive fool. Since regaining his past memories, the speed at which he has become stronger has surpassed that of anyone else.

The deadly moves that he couldn't handle back then are no longer a concern for him now.

Kayako, how could I possibly be killed in the same way again after you tricked me once?

Sakurai, trapped in the cocoon, closed his eyes.

The next moment——

One after another, blade-like beams emerged from the pitch-black cocoon that was completely wrapped and entangled without the slightest gap or vent.

The flashing blade instantly severed all the strands of hair wrapped around Sakurai's body.

Ninety-nine percent of its body water was taken away, its entire jaw disappeared, and its whole body was covered with pitted, white holes left by being gnawed.

Without a trace of blood or moisture, with eyes shriveled to the point of resembling longan, and bones twisted and misaligned, leaving only the body of a small child, Sakurai's shriveled, desiccated corpse fell into the sea of ​​blood.

Then...

Sakurai, who had never let go of the Arakami Fang from beginning to end, once again climbed out of the sea of ​​blood.

"You can't kill me with just that."

"Any more?"

"Don't hold back, bring out all the other methods you have."

The moment Sakurai finished speaking, bubbles reappeared on the sea of ​​blood.

A soaking wet, disheveled Kayako emerged from the sea of ​​blood.

She slowly raised her head.

Behind the hair dripping with blood were a pair of terrifying, chilling eyes, devoid of any sound, filled with despair and malice, almost distorted.

喽！

Lou!!

Lou!!

After convulsing for a while, Kayako leaned forward, landing on all fours and disappearing into the sea of ​​blood.

With an odd, uncoordinated gait, as if every limb was in the wrong place, it quickly approached Sakurai's location.

At the same time, the hair that had been submerged in the sea of ​​blood seemed to come alive and began to spread, turning into huge nets that surrounded Sakurai's location.

"Even though you're not a Saint, don't use the same trick on me twice."

Having anticipated this, Sakurai snapped his fingers, and a drop of soul flame dripped from the tip of the Arakami Fang onto the sea of ​​blood.

The tiny sparks turned into a sea of ​​fire the moment they touched the sea of ​​blood.

Then it began to spread, but in an instant it burned Kayako's hair net to ashes.

That wasn't all; they were determined to achieve their goal no matter what.

After destroying Kayako's hair, they pressed their advantage and swarmed towards Kayako, who was on all fours.

They were determined to burn Kayako, who had offended Sakurai's dignity, to ashes.

52. Kayako emitted a sharp, popping sound.

As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Now that Kayako's offensive has ended, it is my turn.

I'll show you something real.

With a slight smile, Sakurai, standing amidst the sea of ​​fire, reached his right hand back and precisely slid it into his shoulder bag. In the next instant, a large warhammer, the kind that should have appeared on the battlefield, appeared in Sakurai's hand.

Gripping the octagonal silver hammer tightly, Sakurai casually raised it as if cracking a walnut and then brought it down heavily, aiming straight at Kayako, who had changed her hairstyle and was crawling backward in a somewhat disheveled state.

With a loud thud, Kayako, her skin torn open and her entire spine broken, lay motionless in a sea of ​​blood.

Without the slightest pity or hesitation, Sakurai naturally placed one foot on Kayako's back, and expressionlessly delivered another blow with his hammer. This time...

Kayako's head exploded like a watermelon.

In an instant, brain matter splattered.

Kayako's brains, mixed with blood, turned into a foul-smelling filth and splattered onto Sakurai's face.

Sakurai casually wiped the filth off his face, and despite being disgusted, he skillfully maintained his dignity as a warrior with the poker face that Kirisu Mafuyu had personally taught him.

As he coldly watched Kayako's body dissolve into blood and vanish, Sakurai knew that this was not the end, or rather...

The war between him and Kayako has only just begun.

Yes, their confrontation was no different from war.

after all...

If released, any one of them could single-handedly destroy a country.

The battle between them could absolutely be described as a war.

In fact, it could be said that this suffix is ​​perfectly suited to describe what he is about to do.

The sea of ​​blood rippled the instant Kayako's body completely dissolved.

It made a gurgling sound, like boiling water.

Numerous blood bubbles appeared and then burst one by one, as if triggering a chain reaction.

One by one, pale-skinned women with contorted limbs, their hair disheveled and heads bowed, appeared before him.

The bubbling sounds came from all directions one after another.

These...

Without a doubt, they are all Kayako.

It was a dense, dark mass visible to the naked eye; Sakurai couldn't even see the end of it.

Seeing this, Sakurai unconsciously raised his eyebrows twice.

This is...

Are you trying to overwhelm me with sheer numbers?

Indeed, if this place truly is the core of Kayako's resentment, then her clones are virtually limitless.

A pair of rotting hands, covered in wounds and pustules, grabbed Sakurai's arm, only to be burned to ashes by the engulfing flames of his soul.