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

A thick, foul-smelling black aura surged forth, like glue piecing the body back together from two broken halves.

With a sharp roar, Sachiko Shinozaki's severed body was glued back together, and floating in the air, Sachiko Shinozaki's scissors stabbed at Sakurai's temple at an unbelievable angle.

If this blow were to land, there's no doubt his brain would be crushed into a pulp.

"I hope everything's alright with the late-night snack."

Sakurai knew that Sachiko Shinozaki had the ability to manipulate time and space.

The ability to time is manageable, as Sakurai himself possesses the same ability, though it may differ from the conventional understanding of time, specifically the ability to see future timelines.

Therefore... Sakurai, who only possesses the present and has no past but can choose the future, will not be affected by the power of time.

However, he was helpless when it came to space.

However, if it's for a late-night snack for one person, it should be somewhat trustworthy.

At least, that's what Yotsuya Miko said.

After thinking for a moment, Sakurai told himself this.

Despite a multitude of thoughts swirling within him, Sakurai and Shinosaki Sachiko's battle continued.

Facing the scissors that were about to pierce her temple, Sakurai ducked to avoid them while simultaneously reaching up with his right hand to grab Sachiko Shinozaki's calf and pull her down.

Taking advantage of this moment, one hand pressed down on the grimacing and frantically roaring Sachiko Shinozaki and slammed her down.

With a deafening boom, Sachiko Shinozaki, her body arched like a boiled shrimp, couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

Without giving the frantically struggling Sachiko a chance to retreat, he gripped Aragami's wrist and twisted it, about to pour his unstoppable force into Sachiko's body.

The flames clinging to the dagger reignited, and the severing of the arm, the slit in the throat, and the destruction of the heart were all accomplished in one swift motion.

Sachiko Shinozaki, motionless like a tortured corpse, was Sakurai's final creation.

Under Sakurai's watchful eye, the next moment, Sachiko Shinozaki's "corpse" turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared.

"Why..."

"Why..."

"Why did I have to go through all this? Why...?"

"Why did Mom die? Why are you still alive?"

"Why...why did you kill me?"

"Kill you, kill you, kill you!"

It started with sorrowful weeping, followed by bewildered questions, and finally hysterical questioning.

"I don't know why, I only know..."

"Regardless of right or wrong, good or evil, a life for a life."

"The man who killed you, Ryūhō Yanagi, is dead, and the Tenjin Elementary School, the culmination of his life's work, has been shut down."

"As someone who came after, I don't know how to comment on what has already happened. I only know..."

"You, as the victim, have become an even more terrifying perpetrator."

"You, who endlessly vent this hatred on others, are nothing more than the second Yanagibori Ryūhō."

"so--"

"I will crush you, that's all."

His words were cold and resolute; this was always how Sakurai acted.

His worldview, from the very beginning, was composed of a very simple sentence:

The murderer shall die.

Perhaps cold-blooded, perhaps cruel and arbitrary.

But Sakurai asked himself honestly, did he do what he did right by himself and those truly innocent people?

"In that case, I will kill you."

A piercingly resentful voice rang out from all directions, and Sachiko Shinozaki's venomous words clearly reached Sakurai's ears.

"Of course, if you can do that, I would be very happy to oblige."

"The premise is..."

"If you can really do it."

"Before this, I have already defeated countless people like you, and you will be no exception, Sachiko Shinozaki."

Sakurai, who only becomes a chatterbox when fighting enemies, gripped the Arakami Fang with his other hand and closed his eyes.

He understood...

Next, we'll get serious.

100. The gratitude of the deceased is invaluable.

"Where is this place?"

Sakurai's face darkened as he recalled what had just happened, and his fist unconsciously hardened.

He remembered that during his battle with Sachiko Shinozaki, he kept repeating the process of killing Sachiko Shinozaki and then Sachiko Shinozaki starting over again.

In an instant, the earth shook violently, and then he was engulfed by a sudden burst of white light.

Finally, he seemed to hear Sachiko Shinozaki's triumphant and arrogant laughter.

"Really? I've been teleported away."

"What a cunning brat."

After thinking for a moment, Sakurai came to this conclusion and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

However, this was within my expectations.

When you can't defeat me in a head-on confrontation, making good use of your abilities and taking certain measures is the most basic [mindset].

If Sachiko Shinozaki couldn't even think of something this simple, then she'd truly wasted all those years of her life.

Perfect timing! I'd get bored of repeating the same pointless battle over and over again. It's necessary to explore a bit and find a chance to seize victory.

It's a bit frustrating, really, because Sakurai hasn't really explored Tenjin Elementary School properly yet.

Let me see just how special this school is.

So...

Where is this place?

Looking around, Sakurai carefully examined his surroundings.

The classroom was cluttered and disorganized, with children's random scribbles on the blackboard.

The paintings, which should have been imbued with childlike innocence, appeared all the more sinister and terrifying in this atmosphere.

The back door of the classroom was tightly closed, with various chairs and tables completely blocking the entrance.

The front door was half-open, and if you looked closely, you could see marks that it had been opened by something.

Until then...

Is someone trying to hide something in this classroom?

In that case, the only place to hide in this classroom is...

After thinking for a moment, Sakurai went to the cabinet at the back of the classroom.

Before even making a move, Sakurai smelled the stench unique to rotting corpses and pulled slightly.

As expected, the two corpses, their faces etched with terror, were tightly embracing each other.

Their hearts, no longer beating, may have been asleep in this school for ten years or even longer.

White maggots wriggled on the rotting, stinking, and dehydrated corpse, constantly gnawing at the empty shell that had lost its soul and life.

There were no obvious wounds on the bodies, and if Sakurai was not mistaken, the two people had probably died of suffocation.

Perhaps, something blocked the doorway when they were about to leave.

Ultimately, they could only die a painful death by suffocation after their oxygen ran out.

Judging from their tight embrace, they are probably either siblings or lovers.

This extremely grotesque way of dying must have been the work of one of the three children's supernatural abilities.

I don't know where the last one went.

Sakurai, who has always been accustomed to the whole family being together, is always thinking about eliminating evil completely and eradicating it from the root.

Hopefully, I can find her at Xiaoyexiao.

Regardless of their reasons, they still killed countless innocent people.

Sakurai believed that there was no such thing as a free lunch after confessing one's sins and accepting forgiveness and understanding.

Sakurai, unaware that Kaneyuki was initially attacked by Yotsuya Miko, thought to himself.

Sakurai let out a long sigh. He wanted to say something, but after a moment, he didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say in this situation.

In the end, Sakurai simply pulled out the Aragami Fang, and with a whoosh, sparks flew between the daggers.

Perhaps due to its "evolution," the soul flames attached to the Aragami Fang can now manifest in reality.

This is just right for dealing with this situation.

With a flick of his finger, a spark traced an arc and landed on the corpse.

Burning.

The firelight illuminated Sakurai's face, and also the chilling coldness in his eyes.

One cold and one hot, complementing each other.

In just a short while, the last trace of the two innocent people who had mistakenly entered the Heavenly God Elementary School in this world was reduced to ashes.

Close the locker before the ashes fall out.