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

"Onmyoji, yokai, and..."

"what are you."

Carrying a shoulder bag in one hand, Sakurai left the airport via the evacuation route.

Then...

He saw a long line of people blocking his only way.

Dressed in bright colors, their attire made them look no different from delinquents.

The moment they saw Sakurai, these guys instinctively backed away as if they had seen something utterly disgusting.

His eyes were full of wariness and disgust.

One of the white-haired women in a kimono even subconsciously made an aggressive gesture.

Her eyes, filled with a chilling aura, were brimming with aggression.

It seems to be because of Sakurai's question, "What are you?"

In other words, this little radish head with short brown hair and brown eyes.

Is this the leader of these "monsters"?

"Shirley, that's very rude."

The little radish head stopped the white-haired girl and stepped forward to stand between Sakurai and the delinquent.

Unlike the other yokai, in his eyes, who has three-quarters human blood, Sakurai is just a handsome guy with a somewhat strange aura.

This thing tastes weird.

"Hello, nice to meet you. I am Rikuo Nura, grandson of Nurarihyon. May I ask...?"

"Are you Mr. Sakurai Eito?"

"Grandpa, please let me pick you up."

"Everyone was worried about my safety, so they insisted on following me."

"Um... I apologize on behalf of Shirley. She was just too concerned about me; she didn't mean any harm."

A barrage of words came out like a machine gun. Before Sakurai could even speak, the little radish-head who called himself Nura Rikuo adopted a posture that said he wouldn't get up unless you said you would forgive him.

"You're apologizing to me, right? In that case..."

"Let's have a fight. Win or lose, we'll let this matter drop."

"Of course, if you all want to come at me together first, I have no objection."

As his fingertips brushed against the blood-red pendant hanging around his neck, an invisible mist came from all directions, engulfing Sakurai and the people in front of him.

A wide-ranging illusionary domain.

One of Sakurai's little tricks was the final result of his campaign against urban legends.

"If this is what you mean..."

With a gurgling sound, Nura Rikuo mustered his courage and mobilized the demonic power within him.

He underwent a height-increasing surgery.

Um...

Scarlet eyes, a cold and handsome face that is not much different from Sakurai's, and long hair that is half black and half white, hanging horizontally in the air.

This guy...

How did it change so much?

Sakurai raised an eyebrow, but for the time being, he suppressed his doubts.

For some reason, he had been planning to cause a huge scene, but after seeing this guy's appearance, he suddenly lost all interest in wielding his knife.

"Well..."

"Never mind. I forgive you."

As their fingertips brushed against the pendant once more, the hazy mist dissipated, and the group reappeared in front of the airport.

The group, despite their strong presence, seemed like a drop of water disappearing into the ocean, causing not a ripple whatsoever.

Let's learn about the standard common sense elements of urban legends.

"Anyway, what do you want me to do..."

"They're willing to pay me in advance just to get me to come; it can't be as simple as just wanting to meet me."

With a slight smile, Sakurai looked at the shrunken Nura Rikuo and, for some reason, felt an urge to bully him, asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Her public image has collapsed!!!

If those who know Sakurai well were to see this, they would probably be shocked.

Sakurai, who prefers drawing his sword to talking, actually acted like this.

Perhaps it's because Nura Rikuo, a human-yokai hybrid named Nura, shares some similarities with Sakurai.

After all, in a sense...

Sakurai might also be of mixed race.

A hybrid of human, bird, and mermaid.

To be precise, it is a hybrid of human and supernatural.

"That's what Grandpa said."

"I hope to meet with you in person and then tell you everything."

With a gurgling sound, Nura Rikuo finally mustered the courage to say those words.

"Forget it, rather than going to see that old monster, I'd rather find out the information I need in my own way."

"So..."

Farewell.

"Monsters."

Sakurai deliberately drew out the word "men" and ignored the angry-looking monsters and the somewhat bewildered Nura Rikuo, giving a deep look at the dead-eyed youth who hadn't said a word from the beginning.

He smiled and disappeared from the spot.

Learn about the incredible speed of an eight-foot-tall man who can catch up with a speeding car.

When he reappeared, Sakurai, all alone, had returned to his expressionless state.

Such a performance should be enough as a smokescreen.

From the moment he met Nura Rikuo and his group, Sakurai began a performance.

The performance of a man who disguises his true personality as a frivolous and tasteless man with a perverse sense of humor.

With the bartender gone, Sakurai, now without support, chooses to hide himself in the fog.

"So..."

"Let me ask you this: do you want me to tell you what you want to know and then disappear without a trace, or do you want me to torment you to the point of collapse before you tell me what I want to know?"

With a whoosh, Sakurai drew his crimson dagger and crouched down, pressing the Arakami Fang against a rat whose tail he had stepped on, which was struggling wildly and making squeaking noises.

"Stop pretending. I could smell your stench from hundreds of meters away."

"You bastard, you're the one who killed someone, aren't you?"

"Forget it, I'd much rather do it myself than have someone tell me."

As he spoke, Sakurai Arakami Kiba pressed himself against the junction of the rat's body and head.

An invisible source of fire coiled around it, illuminating Sakurai's eyes and the rat's terrified expression.

"No...spare me!!!"

It let out a frantic, mournful cry, and the squeaking of the rat turned into a hoarse, somewhat awkward human voice.

It desperately begged Sakurai to spare it.

"Then, what I want to know..."

With a drawn-out tone, Sakurai Arakami shaved his head forward, and the dagger, sharp enough to cut hair in an instant, gave the rat a middle part.

"Here's a hint for you, Hagoromo Gitsune."

Sakurai still has a certain fondness for rats.

At the beginning of the story, he was fortunate enough to have a little food in his stomach thanks to that big rat.

"Three...two..."

Before Sakurai could even count to one, the frantically struggling mouse spilled out everything it knew, like beans pouring out a bucket.

"Good girl, then..."

"Just like we agreed, I'll see you off on your way."

With a snap of his fingers, the flames wrapped around the Aragami Fang engulfed the incredulous letter, burning it to ashes.

You killed someone and still want to live?

There is no such good thing in the world.

Sakurai's worldview is simple: the killer must die.

From the now completely silent rat, an invisible red light merged into the pendant around Sakurai's neck.

6. The Dark Saintess residing in the capital, Feathered Fox

Does it like to devour human livers?

That's really daring, Hagoromo Gitsune.

If that's the case, then it seems like I have another reason to kill you.

What to do? I'm becoming more and more at ease with myself.