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

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"How dare you..."

It started as a whisper, and then a continuous stream of chants followed.

Later, the entire space resonated with Sachiko Shinozaki's body.

Sachiko Shinozaki's slightly twitching body continued to swell and contort...

Finally, it kept growing larger and larger, transforming into a gigantic monster made of flesh and blood.

Faces appeared on it.

There is Yuya Keishi, Saeki no Kisei, Kihiro Kisei, Yoshio Yanagibori, Ryūhō Yanagibori, Ryo Yoshizawa, and everyone who has been there since the time of Tenjin Elementary School.

Naturally, there's also [Sachiko Shinozaki].

Countless faces appeared on top of the chunks of flesh, making it look as if these corpses had been forcibly pieced together.

Jet black, scarlet, tinged with, deep yellow...

Various colors formed a hellish picture on the meat.

Eyeballs emerged from the chunk of flesh, all locking onto Sakurai's location.

Large mouths emerged from the chunks of meat, repeatedly proclaiming the words, "Hand it over."

"Really..."

"Disgusting guy."

"However, I'm slightly relieved."

"It's more enjoyable to fight against guys like this."

Sakurai is quite uncomfortable always fighting with people who look like humans.

As he spoke, Sakurai pulled an octagonal bright silver hammer from his shoulder bag.

"Be still, you octagonal gleaming silver hammer—"

"Forged through countless trials, an endless fortress!!!"

Having revealed Sachiko Shinozaki's true identity and stolen the Book of Shadows, the core of Heavenly God Elementary School, now...

The final victory will be achieved by defeating this monster made of flesh and blood.

So...

Come, let's fight!

105. Let's fight fair and square, why did you run away?

With a blank expression, he kicked out, and the crisp sound of bones breaking reached Sakurai's ears.

Sakurai, oblivious to this, ignored the sunken flesh of Shinozaki Sachiko.

A rabbit kicked its legs and retreated backward.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

With a sharp roar, one meter-thick tentacle after another sprang from the huge, blood-red mass of flesh and rushed straight toward Sakurai.

Sakurai tentatively raised his octagonal bright silver hammer to block the first tentacle that arrived, but the force of the blow sent him flying, leaving a large dent in his chest.

Having finally landed successfully, Sakurai almost instinctively rolled over to dodge the giant, meter-thick tentacle that Sachiko Shinozaki had swung down. Sakurai's expression was somewhat serious.

This is a bit tricky. There are three names, and the strength has been tripled, hasn't it?

This guy isn't an enemy you can easily take down.

At that moment, Sakurai understood this.

With each strike of his octagonal, bright silver hammer, Sakurai sent the tentacles flying.

I don't know if using this ability is a big burden for Sachiko Shinozaki.

Every time Sakurai knocked away a tentacle, Sachiko Shinozaki would reflexively retract it.

After repeated attempts, Sachiko Shinozaki quickly transformed from a bristling sea urchin back into a meatball.

Unsurprisingly, in the aftermath of the battle...

The surrounding buildings were also almost completely destroyed.

Looking around, even though the entire floor had become a complete ruin, the ceiling hadn't collapsed or anything.

Is it fair to say that this place is indeed a ghostly spot?

So...

What should I do next?

Sakurai asked himself this question and gripped the octagonal bright silver hammer tightly with both hands.

He quickly closed in on Sachiko Shinozaki and swung his wrist, smashing it into the head closest to him.

A foul-smelling, dark yellow slurry mixed with orange-red splattered out, and Sakurai retreated half a step to the side and rear at lightning speed.

Then, facing the enormous flesh and blood before him, Sakurai stomped on the flesh and blood that had just fallen along with the slime, turning it into a bloody mess.

Bloody? Violent? Horrific? Cruel? Brutal? Curious?

Perhaps at this moment, Sachiko Shinozaki could have all of the above-mentioned terms applied to her.

Perhaps this monster before us has been a twisted being capable of instilling fear in any living being since the beginning of its existence.

but...

so what.

fear?

does not exist.

If you're going to scare me away with your looks, you'd have to be at least ten thousand times more terrifying than you are now to have even the slightest chance of success.

The bright silver light and the invisible fire swirled around Sakurai.

Gripping the octagonal, gleaming silver hammer tightly, he charged forward, transforming into a blur of motion.

He made a sudden move.

It crashed violently into the bloodthirsty monster before it.

Bang! ! !

Boom! ! !

And the continuous wailing of Sachiko Shinozaki.

As the roaring sound came, blood and flesh splattered continuously from Sachiko Shinozaki's body, sticking to everything like cement used for plastering.

If the scene were ignored, the continuous cries of the women would undoubtedly be mistaken by the uninformed as the scene of a murder by a crazed killer.

but...

So what?!

Would I be intimidated by an enemy of this caliber?

If you really think that way, then you're seriously underestimating me.

Just as Sakurai was about to take things a step further and give Sachiko Shinozaki a quick and painless experience, a visible look of fear appeared on Sachiko Shinozaki's face.

Although she was covered in blood and gore, she looked incredibly ugly.

However, Sakurai did feel fear from this lump of flesh.

"Mother!!!"

A little unsure, took another look.

Blinking, Sakurai silently typed a question mark.

Under Sakurai's watchful eye...

She let out a mournful cry.

They fled in a dark, swarming mass, heading away from Sakurai.

What makes the world feel pain? What makes one want to enjoy the thrill of killing with all one's might? What makes one want to destroy the world?

Whether it's Sachiko Shinozaki, Sachi Shinozaki, or Nirvana.

Resentment? Hatred? Anger?

All of them no longer exist.