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

"How did we get onto this topic?"

Of course, both parties involved were quite averse to this point.

Sometimes, Naomi Nakajima wonders if she'll never be plagued by unpleasant emotions when she's with Seiko Shinohara.

She would always be comforted by Shinohara Seiko with the phrase "I just can't do anything with you," and then she would forget all the unpleasantness.

"So..."

"Let's go back quickly."

From the moment they were drawn into this elementary school, Naomi Nakajima, who smiled for the first time, grabbed the left doorknob, while Seiko Shinohara grabbed the other.

"Ready... Three... Two... One..."

Then...

They couldn't budge the door; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't open it.

It's as if this gate was welded shut from the very beginning, and what they see is just for show.

why...

how so.

Unable to accept this situation, Nakajima Naomi seemed to hear the girl's joyful laughter as she realized her wicked scheme had succeeded.

"Let's find a place to rest for a bit, it's okay, absolutely..."

"You can get out."

"Okay?"

With Shinohara Seiko's reassurance, Nakajima Naomi somewhat hesitantly agreed to her idea.

After that, the two found the infirmary and took out bandages from the drawer to bandage Naomi Nakajima.

"Okay, that's perfect."

Shinohara Seiko smiled, quite pleased with her work.

"I feel much better, thank you so much."

She expressed her heartfelt gratitude, and whether it was just her imagination or not, she did feel much better after the simple bandaging.

"If only there were something that could be used as a cold compress."

"You've already been a great help, Seiko."

Naomi Nakajima said that it was enough to deal with Shinohara Seiko's grumbling.

"Hey...Naomi, will you stay with me from now on?"

The two lay on the hospital beds in the infirmary, and unexpectedly, the light from the still-functioning incandescent bulbs shone on them.

As Naomi Nakajima looked at the fragments of Sachiko's paper doll in her hand, Shinohara Seiko's hesitant words came from beside her.

"Of course."

'Really? '

"Yes, Seiko and I will always be friends."

"We've always been together."

"Thank you."

Shinohara Seiko said thank you from the bottom of her heart.

"You asked this question last night, didn't you, Seiko?"

"Naomi, let's stay together forever."

"Ah."

"Oh, right, I think I've lost that important piece of paper."

"Eh?"

"I think it should be in the restroom. I'll go look for it."

"Wait a minute, let's go together."

"Naomi, you should get some rest."

"I will be right back."

"Now that we're back, let's find a way out together."

Without giving Naomi Nakajima a chance to persuade her to stay, Seiko Shinohara left the infirmary.

72. Naomi Nakajima's life hangs by a thread

Something's off here.

Since entering the elementary school, apart from meeting Sachiko, who was dressed in red, he had not seen any other supernatural beings.

Sakurai had a feeling that the people hiding here might be far more terrifying than he had imagined.

But that's perfect; the stronger the enemy, the more excited I get.

This shows that the more I win, the more exhilarated I become.

Sakurai genuinely believed this, the only slightly frustrating thing being...

"We shouldn't be soft-hearted. This place is far too dangerous for a late-night snack."

If things aren't resolved quickly, the late-night snack might actually be in danger.

No, worrying about this and that isn't my style.

Clench your fist, then slowly loosen it one finger at a time, then clench it again and release it.

Sakurai put his earlier doubts out of his mind.

He's not wealthy enough to worry about such trivial matters.

What I can do now is to catch the guy hiding behind this elementary school as quickly as possible.

This was just a gut feeling; Sakurai had a sense that Sachiko, who had been revealed so far, was not the final enemy.

He's just a minor boss at best.

He might be facing an enemy far more formidable than the norm.

His right hand inadvertently swept across his waist, and beneath his brand-new combat suit, a crimson short blade was faintly visible. Sakurai had a feeling.

perhaps...

In this adventure, he might be able to fight alongside his two companions again.

After glancing at the door on the first floor, Sakurai turned and ran into the darkness.

......

......

"Always..."

Are you together?

As Naomi Nakajima lay in her hospital bed, she heard the sound of bells, and then...

She lost control of her body.

Unable to move or make a sound.

Fear, unease, and panic overwhelmed me...

Nakajima Naomi's mind and spirit collapsed as a result.

An uncontrollable, primal sense of dread from the deepest recesses of her heart clung to her like a shadow.

It was as if the sharp fangs of a venomous snake had easily pierced her soft skin, injecting a deadly poison into her body.

No matter how hard Nakajima tried, she couldn't regain control of her body.

Under Naomi Nakajima's horrified gaze...

With a click, the incandescent light bulb abruptly went out, while the bedside lamp turned on, and the pen on the table started moving on its own, writing something on the paper, even though no one was holding it.

It's like, it's like...

It was as if some unseen entity was writing something.

Yes...

Ghost?

I...

Did you encounter a ghost?

Was there really a ghost here?

Horrifying, terrifying—if Naomi Nakajima weren't unable to speak, she probably would have screamed in terror.

I tried my best to turn my only movable eye toward the door, watching the pen writing away, and an overwhelming sense of fear washed over me.

Let's all go hiking!

'Let it be a little more painful!'

A voice, a whisper as sinister as a demon, sounded in Naomi Nakajima's ear.

It was like a whisper in her ear.

Crimson blood flowed down the wall, leaving bloody handprints on the tightly closed glass door.

Before she knew it, Nakajima Naomi's vision had been completely filled with crimson.

The pungent smell of blood, which made her instinctively want to vomit, filled her nostrils, and the strong smell of rust caused Naomi Nakajima to sweat uncontrollably from her palms and forehead.

Her body trembled slightly involuntarily, and her lower body was somewhat damp at that moment.

Tears uncontrollably streamed from my eyes and dripped onto the sheets in the infirmary.