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

"Come over if you have time. I'm sure you'll be very interested."

It wasn't the usual cheeky, smug greeting.

On the other end of the phone came the bartender's deliberately mysterious and eccentric words.

"By the way, we've already prepared what you asked for, Sakurai-kun."

Without giving Sakurai a chance to speak, the bartender hung up the phone without saying a word.

62. The Ghost-Catching Squad is on the move!

"This guy..."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Sakurai frowned, sensing that this guy was up to something serious.

Is there some ulterior motive?

Or is there some inside story behind this commission that I don't yet know?

Sakurai had some doubts and considerations about this.

but...

Since he's invited me like this, it would seem like I'm scared if I didn't go and see.

That won't do, okay...

Let me go and see what this so-called supernatural game the bartender was talking about is all about.

Now that the first phase of intensive training has ended, it's time to put my training results to the test in real combat.

With that thought in mind, Sakurai turned and walked towards the motorcycle!

Let's go!

Let's go! ! ?

Can't get there?

After tentatively taking a few steps without succeeding, Sakurai lowered her head in exasperation. She then saw a girl, barely the size of a thumb, clinging to her leg and staring intently at her with her large, skull-like eyes.

Beside the late-night snack stall, the Gagedai, led by Oni Sergeant, Blazing Princess, and Self-Slaying Child, also cooperated by releasing their spiritual pressure to firmly grab Sakurai's other leg, giving him no chance to move at all.

This is why he couldn't move no matter what. Even Sakurai couldn't outmuscle the supernatural, whose strength was calculated in four figures, when he was not consciously trying to outmaneuver them.

Not to mention that three of them were graduates.

The gendais, who had been noticed by Sakurai, nonchalantly withdrew their spiritual pressure, leaving only Little Night Snack clinging tightly to Sakurai's leg.

"Sakurai, you can't run away, we're partners."

She stared at Sakurai's late-night snack and muttered something in a low voice, almost as if she were about to tearfully denounce Sakurai's sneaking away.

If others saw this, they would definitely think Sakurai was bullying a child.

But...

This guy is clearly the unreasonable one.

"Your partner is clearly your assistant, I don't remember when we became partners."

Holding Xiaoyexiao by the neck, Sakurai, with a black line on his face, lifted her up, his hands under her armpits, raising her to his own height.

"I don't care, I want to go ghost hunting with Sakurai."

If Sakurai hadn't picked her up, she would have been rolling around on the ground throwing a tantrum and shamelessly clinging to him. It's true that she's had a very pleasant time with Yotsuya Miko these past few days.

But if you really want to go on the most reckless (just kidding) adventure, you still have to go with Sakurai.

If he could subdue the enemies that Sakurai was dealing with, he would definitely be another graduate-level fighter.

They might even be children who are top graduates.

Last time, it was one thing for Sakurai to sneak off alone, but after seeing Sakurai's terrible condition recently, Xiaoxiao knew that if she went with him, she might lose her life.

As a future Ghost-type Pokémon Master, Little Night Snack was determined not to miss this rare opportunity.

Anyway...

Little Night Snack was determined not to miss this opportunity to go on an adventure with Sakurai.

She just heard it, you know, the cursed game called "Happy Sachiko".

Just thinking about late-night snacks gives me the urge to go all out.

She had a feeling that this time she might be able to gain one or more graduates to bolster her fighting force.

Even if you have to beg and plead, you still have to follow.

"You bastard, I think you told me, I'm in the recovery period right now."

"If anything happens, I can't protect you."

Sakurai flicked the little girl's head, still unable to figure out what she was thinking.

"A real man with cute big tits!"

Sakurai responded with a strong thumbs-up from Koya.

While she may not be as capable as Sakurai now, she's not entirely without the ability to protect herself.

And there's Sakurai in it.

Little Night Snack knows that although Sakurai isn't at his peak right now, he's not far off.

Judging from the reaction of Blazing Princess at least, she could easily kill a dozen or so graduates single-handedly.

If she doesn't hold onto those thick thighs, she might as well find a place to hang herself; that would be faster.

In the end, everyone dies anyway.

"There's really nothing I can do about it."

"Then let's go together."

With Xiaoyexiao on her shoulder, Sakurai knew that given Xiaoyexiao's mobility, she probably wouldn't be able to shake her off, so she ultimately chose to compromise.

"yeah!!!"

"Let's GHost!!!"

After wriggling a couple of times and shifting to a more comfortable position on Sakurai's neck, Xiao Yexiao flashed a victory sign.

Then, Sakurai, belatedly remembering something, took it off and pressed it onto the motorcycle.

......

......

"Tell me, what is your purpose in calling me here?"

"I don't think you're just trying to find me a job."

“You’re not the type to be so bored. You’d only come to me for a face-to-face meeting if you had at least two or more things to deal with.”

"At least, you definitely have something you want to give me."

Just as the bartender had a perfect grasp of Sakurai's personality, Sakurai also had a clear understanding of the bartender's behavior.

Just like that mission at the abandoned factory before, this guy is the kind of energy-saving enthusiast.

In other words, it's laziness.

There's no reason to expend effort to deal with something that can be resolved verbally.

Sakurai pulled the little snack that had somehow gotten stuck on his neck off and pressed it onto a chair to the side, then looked at the bartender who was grinning slyly.

"As expected of Sakurai-kun, he really knows us well."

"It's nothing, I just wanted to show Sakurai-kun something good."

Emphasizing the words "good stuff," the bartender chuckled and brought out two glasses of milk, pushing them towards Sakurai and Xiaoyexiao.

"Tell me what you think is best. If I'm satisfied with your answer, I won't hit you."

Although he personally felt that the bartender really had something to ask him this time, Sakurai, still feeling uneasy, decided to take action.

"Waaah, that's so mean!"

He let out a strange, affected cry, and then asked a question in a mysterious tone.

"I don't know if you've never heard of it before, Sakurai-kun. It's one of the eight million gods, the [Tsukumogami], also known as the [Tsukumo-gami]."

Leaning slightly forward, the bartender approached Sakurai with a strange smile on his face.

"Legend has it that if objects exist in the world for a long time, they will develop their own minds and become tsukumogami (spirits of the dead)."

"Is this what you're talking about?"

After thinking for a moment, Sakurai pressed down on the restless little snack's head and revealed what he knew about the tsukumogami.

63. The Legend of Tsukumogami and Tenjin Elementary School

The bartender snapped his fingers, quite satisfied with Sakurai's answer.

"Yes, that's it."

"According to legend, objects that exist for a long time will become tsukumogami."

"To prevent their pots and pans from becoming spirits, people would throw away old items before the beginning of spring each year. These discarded items would then turn into monsters and cause trouble during the season, but ultimately they could not escape the fate of being suppressed."

"The big gift we've prepared for you this time, Sakurai-kun, is a tsukumogami."

"To be precise, it is an incomplete form of a tsukumogami, unable to transform into a human body, but undoubtedly a [strange object] possessing spirituality."

"You'll definitely be satisfied, Sakurai-kun."

As he spoke, the bartender took out a rather old-fashioned, very clean blue and white canvas shoulder bag and pushed it in front of Sakurai.

Sakurai smelled a sweet scent, similar to fresh blood, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

“Sakurai-kun, your storage item had a problem, so we used some connections to look for it these past two days.”