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

"If you're dealing with insects, you should at least have some self-awareness as an insect."

"How can a butterfly emerge from its cocoon without receiving enough nutrients?"

As he spoke, the wound on his stomach healed, and the blood and internal organs scattered everywhere returned to his body. He spat out the saliva mixed with dirt in annoyance.

It doesn't hurt, but it's still a bit unpleasant to see someone of this caliber get injured.

Let's satisfy this dissatisfaction with the pleasure that follows.

The repeated cries of "I see you!" turned the once composed caterpillar's eyes bloodshot, and driven by instinct, it finally couldn't hold back and launched an attack on Sakurai.

The foul-smelling threads that spewed from his mouth hurtled straight toward him at a speed exceeding that of a bullet.

Was this attack aimed at the head?

Indeed, for a living being, the brain and heart are undoubtedly the weakest points.

However, for humans, the brain is indeed a higher level of existence than the heart, which can still withstand being pierced for a period of time.

Indeed, this level of supernatural phenomenon does possess a certain degree of intelligence.

No wonder they would wait for customers to come to a buffet.

Unfortunately, even the most deadly weakness can only be exploited if you can actually hit it.

and...

Even if I get shot in the head, I won't die.

Just before the silk thread hit him, Sakurai leaned backward, completing a difficult iron bridge while dodging the caterpillar's "greeting gift."

"No matter how smart a beast is, it's still a beast. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

With a kick off the wall, Sakurai leaped up and pounced towards the toad's body.

The short dagger severed the silk thread, and Sakurai, who had come to the green worm, raised the dagger and stabbed it into the creature's eyeball.

A sticky, foul-smelling, corrosive liquid sprayed onto Sakurai's face, instantly corroding the flesh. Sakurai, who had just rapidly regenerated, punched the caterpillar in its other eye.

20. I've already told you, my body is a dangerous substance containing highly toxic substances.

“Wooooooooooo!!!”

One second an eyeball explodes, the next second the remaining eyeball is struck again.

The ear-piercing roar of the caterpillars in pain made the snack vendors on the street cover their ears and roll on the ground in agony.

The slightly weaker ones simply turned into black mist and disappeared on the spot.

Sakurai paid no attention to the caterpillar's impotent rage, and pushed off the ground to retreat two meters, putting distance between himself and the caterpillar.

When fighting an enemy larger than yourself, the most important thing is to never get too close to them, nor too far away.

The goal is to maintain a distance that allows you to dodge attacks while simultaneously launching a counterattack.

This is based on Sakurai's experience.

Sakurai's only regret was that this guy's head was too big.

After damaging the eyeball, he was unable to put his fist in any further.

This is to damage its head.

really....

The attack range of the short dagger is still too short.

Do we need to think of other solutions?

With a silent sigh, Sakurai held his breath and waited for the caterpillar's "return gift".

The flesh was loose, and the empty eye socket, missing an eyeball, revealed tangible malice.

If it hadn't closed its eyes at the last moment, its other eyeball would have been destroyed by the human in front of it.

Utter humiliation...

It wants to...

Eat this ridiculously delicious human!

"Gurgle gurgle!!!"

The roaring green caterpillar spewed out corrosive gas, seemingly about to launch an attack at any moment.

The pungent stench forced its way into his nostrils, and Sakurai squinted as he confronted the enemy before him.

He was on high alert, constantly breathing in the stench-filled air to ensure he could react to the caterpillars' attack at the first moment.

hateful...

Why do I still have a sense of smell?

Fighting the supernatural always comes with a stench and such, which really affects your appetite.

This is Sakurai's heartfelt cry.

While Sakurai was distracted, the enraged caterpillar used its hands and feet to support its body and stand up.

As he raised a hand to slap Sakurai, that two-meter-tall, dark-brown head fell down.

If you were hit by it, let alone flesh and blood, even the hardest stone would be pulverized in an instant.

But...

Even the most powerful attack has to be able to hit its target.

This level of attack—

You are...

Who do you look down on?

With the green worm's body filling his field of vision, Sakurai could clearly see the creature's attack trajectory.

He has already learned...

What is the range of the head that will appear in the next moment?

You want to grind me into mincemeat, you want to pulverize my body?

You want to swallow my body whole?

If it can be done...

Why not give it a try?

"Too slow. I've already seen your attack trajectory."

"So, your attack is to me..."

"Meaningless."

Before he could even finish saying those words, Sakurai had already gripped the dagger with both hands and taken a step back, moving thirty centimeters to the side.

This is exactly...

The maximum distance the caterpillar's head falls is exactly one millimeter, not more, not less.

The fallen caterpillar suddenly lunged forward a short distance.

The heavy truck-like body smashed into Sakurai, leaving him a bloody mess, while simultaneously opening its mouth wide as if to swallow him whole.

Before that, Sakurai had already handed over the dagger and used the same trick to stab out the other eyeball of the caterpillar.

The arm that was grazed by the large yellow teeth was instantly separated from Sakurai's body and chewed up and swallowed by the green worm.

Fresh blood gushed out continuously from the broken opening.

Then--

After a brief pause, the caterpillar let out a violent wail.

"This is what happens if you eat everything."

"It must be uncomfortable, my body contains highly toxic substances."

Sakurai casually moved his regenerated arm, watching the green worm wailing incessantly before him.

"You are the first... supernatural being who didn't immediately explode, dissolve, and die after [eating] me."

"In this respect, he deserves respect."

"Let me free you from this predicament."

Although it wasn't part of the prepared plan, now that it has happened, Sakurai won't let this hard-won opportunity slip by.

He had already seen the opportunity for victory.

As the caterpillar, enduring excruciating pain in its abdomen, kept its mouth tightly shut and charged at it like a wild boar, Sakurai kicked off the wall and flipped over, seemingly defying gravity, continuously moving upwards until it landed on the caterpillar's head.

And so I rode on the caterpillar's back.

He squeezed his legs together tightly, securing himself firmly to the creature so he wouldn't be thrown off.

Ignoring the body that was constantly cycling through corrosion and rebirth, the left hand, which had just completed its reconstruction, gripped the back of the green worm's head tightly, where another face was rotting and emitting a stench even worse than a garbage heap containing kitchen waste in the middle of summer.

His eyes were cold and unwavering, and with a twist of his wrist holding the dagger, he slashed open the other face of the green worm with a sharp crack.

In a physical sense, it helps it open its mouth wide.

Thick smoke billowed into Sakurai's eyes, but Sakurai, who was constantly switching between blindness and regaining his sight, did not slow down his movements in the slightest.

Treating the wailing of caterpillars as the best sonata, I progressed from initial unfamiliarity to proficiency.

In just a moment, the smiling face was enough to accommodate Sakurai.

The bright green pus flowed down the opening, corroding Sakurai's lower body until it revealed a skeleton, while also creating pit after pit in the dusty ground.

He turned around and buried both his hands and body into another mouth that had been forcibly created.

With only its pale, skeletal frame remaining, the legs exerted force to firmly fix its lower body onto the green worm, giving it no chance to roll away or shake itself off.

Sakurai, who couldn't see anything, was rummaging around randomly based on his senses.