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

"Bartender, get me some clothes."

Any kind is fine.

"And then a glass of milk."

Sakurai casually tossed Kayako's notebook, which exuded intense resentment, from the motorcycle to the bartender, and then sat down opposite him with an air of nonchalance.

Sakurai-kun has gotten even stronger.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he did look quite disheveled, but the bartender clearly saw the almost overflowing spiritual power in Sakurai's eyes.

The result of this battle with Kayako is that Sakurai has become even stronger.

And it is...

It is exponentially more powerful.

Unlike us, who have already reached the end, this is...

Is there a possibility that it could be Sakurai?

We're so envious!

Then the bartender shifted his gaze from Sakurai to the Kayako notebook on the table, which exuded a strong sense of resentment and almost lowered the room temperature by ten degrees or more.

this is...

An indescribable ghost story?

Is it true? Yes, it really exists in the world! It's an urban legend among urban legends.

We clearly remember that ghost stories cannot be described as indescribable; this is the most basic "setting".

The level of Ju-on is at most infinitely close to being indescribable.

That's why I decided to bring him here as a training partner for Sakurai.

How did it evolve to this point so quietly?

However, the unprecedented and indescribable ghost story, coupled with Sakurai's current disheveled state, makes matters worse.

It seems this battle won't be easy either.

What exactly happened? What should we do? Our curiosity is piqued.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and get my clothes out."

"Do you really enjoy seeing me shirtless?"

Sakurai snapped his fingers in front of the bartender's face, his expression turning black.

This guy...

Once I get distracted, I don't know what I'm thinking about.

Get your business sorted out, you bastard.

What do you think I rushed here for?

If it weren't for the fact that he still needed the bartender's help, Sakurai would have slapped this guy long ago.

Who's waiting for you to load data here?

60. Who is the girl in my dream?

As the bartender loaded the data, a certain image resurfaced in Sakurai's mind, whose eyes were slightly narrowed.

That was a scene tinged with a glimmer of hope amidst despair.

Sakurai rarely dreams; for him, being able to sleep peacefully is already a luxury, and he dares not ask for more.

so...

Every single time he dreams, it's about things that are personally related to him.

This time was no exception; in his dream, he dreamed of a very important person.

That was about ten years ago.

This is the past of a place called [Sakuragawa].

This is also the past of this body.

At the same time, that was also my past.

After I swallowed the meat, I successfully became the first person in history to survive.

To test whether I have truly fulfilled my family's tragic wish.

Test whether I have gained immortality, test whether I have gained the ability to foresee the future.

My grandmother conducted a series of experiments on me.

They cut into my body, dismantled my organs, and inflicted fatal damage over and over again.

At the same time, they kept asking me about the future.

Later, without realizing it, I had lost the ability to feel pain.

Even after being brought back to life, he still doesn't understand what pain is.

At that time, without a doubt, I lived in darkness.

The only salvation is...

In the dream, the figure of a young girl, the shape of a girl whose features were indistinct, appeared and disappeared.

She wore a kimono, had short black hair, and had a somewhat fierce appearance, yet she was exceptionally gentle with me.

She smiled at herself, who had stuck the branch into her palm yet remained unfazed, and said...

"Hey, there are lots of fireflies by the river over there. Let's go take a look."

Even if I remember the name, will it still be muted?

What exactly happened in the past?

Sakurai subconsciously thought this as he watched the girl and his younger self talking from a third-person perspective.

"Come on, let's go."

With a gentle smile, she took my hand.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing that she seemed a little absent-minded, she asked with concern.

"No, it's nothing... Sister."

That's how I answered when I was young.

Really? Is that girl my older sister?

The person's appearance in the dream was unclear, and the person's name could not be recalled.

All I know is that the hand that held mine was incredibly warm.

All I understand is that the girl I call my older sister is incredibly special.

Her existence was the only light in my boundless darkness and abyss.

Sakurai doesn't remember what happened after that.

All he knew was that many, many things happened in the years that followed.

In the end, due to a "ritual", he was severely injured and lost his memory, and was taken away by a bartender who appeared out of nowhere.

The bartenders back then were very strong... very strong.

It's so powerful that it's in no way inferior to any enemy I've ever defeated.

From then on, I changed from [Sakuragawa] to [Sakuragawa].

And then I became who I am now.

In the end, I might owe this guy a huge favor.

Sakurai clearly understood the reason why the Sakuragawa clan had become a taboo: behind that taboo family lay an enemy far beyond his current capabilities.

And to be able to snatch himself away from that guy, perhaps the bartender at that time was truly a god.

Anyway...

Now I need to become stronger, much stronger.

After recalling that scene, Sakurai was certain of it once again.

Defeat the more powerful evil, turn it into nourishment to sustain yourself, until you become stronger.

This is my most urgent task and goal right now.

But did I really arrive in this world just two months ago?

Sakurai harbored doubts about this from the very beginning.

Perhaps, he arrived in this world earlier than he imagined.

Sakurai, who was deep in thought, was interrupted by the bartender.

The bartender, whose eyes were practically glued to the notebook, finally managed to tear them away with a sigh of relief and scratched his head sheepishly.

This guy...

Is it really that strong?

Sakurai was now somewhat confused.

Or perhaps he's mistaken, and the person he saw in his dream was actually the bartender's twin brother or something.

This situation does exist, right? Two brothers, one excessively strong and the other surprisingly weak, and then they share the same identity or something.

Sakurai Eito, his face covered in black lines.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"We'll cover all the expenses for today."