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

Anyway, there's still time, isn't there?

I don't know if I'll ever get to see him.

After staring at the ashes of the mole cricket for a long time, Sakurai turned and walked away into the distance.

He disappeared after a few steps.

When the Onmyoji who noticed the disturbance arrived, all that remained was Jinglougu's tattered priest's robe.

Other than that, there is nothing.

Some of the dead-fish-eyed youths looked at the ashes, then raised their heads to look into the distance.

That was the spot where Sakurai had left not long ago.

His expression was visibly conflicted.

It was like seeing a character you'd never seen before while watching an anime for the second time—a rather complex expression.

......

......

We've arrived at our destination.

It enshrines the statue of the famous Onmyōji (yin-yang master) from the Heian period...

【Seimei Shrine】

According to legend, the so-called Onmyoji are a group of people who use curses or drive monsters called "Shikigami" to serve them.

And Abe no Seimei was undoubtedly the most famous of them all.

This situation is very similar to that of late-night snacks.

So even if it was just for a late-night snack, Sakurai felt it was necessary for him to come here.

This was the last thing Sakurai could do as a teacher.

He wanted to use the legendary Abe no Seimei to determine the future and prospects of late-night snacks.

In fact, if there had been enough time, Sakurai would have liked to visit the ruins of Israel, where the legendary Solomon who commanded the seventy-two demonic pillars had a similar ability to Little Night Snack.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time left, so he had to give up for the time being.

After wandering around the Seimei Shrine, I returned to the entrance without finding the Sakurai I was looking for.

After gazing at the torii gate bearing the Seimei mark for a long time, Sakurai slightly raised his head.

Is...no...there...?

Somewhat unwillingly, Sakurai gritted his teeth, but in the end, his hand still landed on the Arakami Fang at his waist.

If you want to confirm information, this is definitely the fastest way.

"Hey, hey, hey, young man, this is a shrine, you should at least give that great Onmyoji some face. It's not appropriate to just casually draw your sword."

The one who grabbed Sakurai's hand was a white-haired man wearing a kimono.

He winked at Sakurai, feigning helplessness.

A pair of fair hands were firmly gripping Sakurai's wrists. He tried to break free, but the other's hands remained motionless, and he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

This guy...

What's going on?

Frowning, Sakurai tightened his grip on the Arakami Fang even more.

At the same time, several sparks flew out from the Arakami Fang, which had met Sakurai's expectations.

"Hey, hey, hey, buddy, don't be in such a hurry!"

I have no ill intentions towards you.

"It's best not to point something this powerful at me."

"You might not believe it, but I'm actually quite timid."

With his hands raised above his head, he surrendered without the slightest hesitation. The man's shameless and thuggish behavior was almost too similar to that of a guy Sakurai knew.

Sighing, but for the sake of letting him see the familiar figure, Sakurai reluctantly let go of Arakami's hand.

"You've been a huge help. Don't be shy, just call me Brother God!"

"Here, accept this as an apology, don't be shy."

The man, who resembled a fox, blinked his charming eyes, pulled out two cans of soda from somewhere, opened one, and began to drink it in large gulps.

With his other hand, he placed another bottle in front of Sakurai.

"Oh dear, I'm really troubled lately."

"My mom is getting old and doesn't listen to me, and I can't persuade her otherwise."

"If this continues, something terrible is going to happen."

Despite being just a fruit, [Brother God] loudly poured out his grievances to Sakurai as if he were drunk.

His handsome face was all twisted into a grimace.

He certainly seemed quite distressed.

"You're her child, aren't you? In that case, isn't it your responsibility as a child to stop your mother from doing something wrong?"

Sakurai, seemingly oblivious to the obvious winks and gesturings from his brother, opened a soda can and poured the contents into his mouth.

"That's why I'm so troubled. My mom doesn't recognize me anymore."

With a sigh of distress, he looked at Sakurai's brother, the shrine maiden, with a blank expression. He looked more like an unclaimed puppy than a fox.

He's the kind of person whose head you just want to pat.

Um...

Sakurai has already gotten the hang of it.

"In that case, I'll help you solve it."

"Correspondingly, my methods will be a bit violent, is that alright?"

"God~brother~brother~"

Staring at his brother, Sakurai said those words slowly and deliberately.

The god-brother couldn't help but shiver and rubbed his arm hard twice.

Somewhat startled, he nodded hesitantly.

"Then I'll go first."

Without asking where the other person's mother was, Sakurai crumpled the empty soda can into a ball and casually tossed it into the soul body beside him, saying this.

"Then, as a reward, please accept this."

As he spoke, the elder brother took out an old book from his bosom.

The cover prominently displays the six characters: 【占事略决·外典】.

"No need, I have no use for this. If you really want to thank me..."

"If there's a chance, I'll pass this on to my student."

"I think this kind of small matter should be very simple."

“Brother God... no, Abe no Seimei.”

Sakurai, who was not going to accept the reward, took the Book of Shadows out of his shoulder bag.

The hole that had been pierced by the Aragami Fang had now been completely healed.

Sakurai, who stuffed him into the arms of the priest, left without giving him a chance to speak.

"It really is..."

"What a troublesome child."

"Oh dear, is this what they call the generation gap?"

"I really don't know how Your Majesty has been dealing with children like this all this time."

"Mom... if you keep going like this, you'll really die."

"Son, you've really put me in a bit of a bind."

Sighing, Abe no Seimei once again used his fox-like, alluring face to portray the goofy nature of a husky.

9. Tonight, a hundred demons roam the night.

"Finally found you! It's been quite a search for me."

"Hayuko."

With her gaze fixed on Hagoromo Gitsune, Sakurai subconsciously licked her lips.

He finally found the existence of his prey.

The air, thick with the scent of sulfur, filled the nostrils.

Looking up at the sky, there was the proof of the great demon that was the Feathered Fox, a demonic creature.

The black cloud was pressing down on the city and the city was about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opened golden scales to the sun.

The scene before us is perhaps the best description of this ancient poem.

Sakurai's gaze was fixed on the black-haired girl in a black sailor uniform in the center of the demonic cloud, and he almost naturally sneered as he slightly grinned.

The only difference between the current [Hagoromo Gitsune] and the one Sakurai saw not long ago is probably the nine tails that keep rising and falling behind her.

Sakurai remembered that there was such a record in the legend.

The nine-tailed fox spirit named Hagoromo Gitsune is known as a "reincarnated demon," whose number of tails doubles with each reincarnation.

In return, her power will increase exponentially.

In other words, does that mean that Hagoromo Gitsune, with her nine tails, is at least 256 times stronger than before?