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

I'm feeling a little dizzy. But is studying really useful?

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After a brief moment of hesitation, Sakurai left the school, having finished his contemplation.

Anyway, it's getting late, I should head back.

So, what should we eat today?

Sure enough, let's continue hunting, otherwise...

Going hungry is not a good thing.

All the creatures nearby have already been eaten, there's nothing we can do...

Does that mean we can only go to places that are a little further away?

Sakurai, who was not very willing to spend time traveling, still set off.

Sakurai let out a long breath and stepped straight into the darkness.

......

From the moment he came into this world, Sakurai knew one thing.

That means he's not an ordinary person.

However, he is indeed a human being.

This is a passage that appeared in Sakurai's mind during his first hunt.

This body is resisting the fact that it is not human.

It's strange, isn't it? It's a non-human monster that feeds on other species, yet it refuses to acknowledge that it is one of them.

Always firmly believe in your identity as a human being.

The remnants of the setting sun were faintly visible on the horizon, leaving only a dim light.

The ubiquitous neon lights illuminated the streets.

However, even so...

There are still darknesses in this world that modern technology cannot illuminate.

With a shoulder bag in one hand, Sakurai walked in the darkness.

They look like tourists, they look like pedestrians, and they seem like...

Hungry diners searching for food.

A gentle evening breeze ruffled his clothes, and Sakurai's eyes, brimming with a restless hunger, were filled with an instinct called appetite.

As I walked further and further into the darkness, the modern asphalt road unknowingly transformed into a dirt road made of piled stones, and the clean concrete houses on both sides turned into a bustling dense forest.

In the woods, something seemed to be whispering.

They were whispering something.

Then, without realizing it, the bustling modern streets were replaced by empty, tree-lined paths.

Even in the most remote villages, you won't see such a view; this is...

This is a scene that should absolutely not exist in a modern metropolis like Tokyo.

Even the most clueless person would understand this after seeing this scene.

I would definitely run back in the direction I came from without hesitation, until I escaped.

Unfortunately, Sakurai wouldn't have such thoughts.

That's why he came here.

Taking a deep breath and savoring the scent carried by the breeze, Sakurai couldn't help but lick her lips.

What's going on...?

She called out to him.

Beneath his short, jet-black hair, his golden eyes were brimming with a restless appetite.

Like a glutton whose taste buds are insatiable, searching for something delicious to satisfy itself, Sakurai is sniffing around intently.

Finally, at the end of the path, a dilapidated wooden house, smaller than most of the houses, appeared before Sakurai.

Specifically, it's like a hunter's cabin in a dense forest.

The wide-open gate resembled the gaping maw of a monster, waiting for prey to walk right into its trap.

Found it.

"Excuse me~ I'll just walk in without ceremony~"

The voice was polite and cheerful, like that of a guest visiting a home. Anyone who heard it would think the owner of the voice was a good child.

After exchanging greetings, the good boy opened his shoulder bag, took out a sharp dagger that gleamed with a cold light, narrowed his eyes, and stepped inside with a smirk.

This is...

The face of a predator, an arrogant one.

It contains absolutely no emotion; it's simply a laugh.

"Ugh...it smells really strong."

Sakurai waved his hand somewhat reluctantly, and choked by the rotten and fishy smell in the wooden house, he couldn't help but sneeze.

So...

Let's get started. We finally found one, we can't let it go.

I see you!

He raised his right hand, his index finger pointing straight into the depths of the wooden house.

Perhaps angered by his rudeness, or perhaps for some other reason, in the dark wooden house, where the index finger was pointing, pitch-black mist began to condense from nothing. In just a few seconds, the mist solidified, and the next moment a scarlet eye lit up.

4. Supernatural, Slaughter, and Remains

"babble!"

"Squeaky!!!"

A low, hoarse sob rang out.

Then...

A foul gust of wind swept in, accompanied by roars and whimpers, and a giant, rat-like creature, about a meter in size, appeared before Sakurai.

"Is the prey a rat-like supernatural creature? Perhaps it should be classified as a monster, but I don't really like eating rats."

As he said this, Sakurai took half a step back, then moved two steps to the side and back, avoiding the large rat that pounced on him with the stench of blood.

The dagger in his hand shot forward, easily slicing through the fur and cutting open the flesh, leaving a gruesome gash on the rat.

As he drew his dagger, Sakurai took a few quick steps backward, disappearing from the cabin's perimeter in just a few strides.

He definitely didn't want to encounter any supernatural creatures like rats; they were disgusting.

They are all viruses.

"Screech!!!"

With an ambiguous roar, a large rat covered in black mist smashed through the window of the wooden house and pounced in front of Sakurai.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on Sakurai, filled with a mixture of greed and cruelty.

This guy...

Does wisdom exist?

But a beast is a beast. Even if a non-human being has intelligence, it is still nothing but a piece of trash.

Crimson blood flowed down the wound, and the scarlet beady eyes were filled with murderous intent towards Sakurai.

"Are you angry? It was just a trivial gift."

Just as Sakurai had predicted.

Animals are mindless animals; they lose their reason at the slightest provocation.

Once your attack method and movement trajectory are determined, you can easily defeat them without taking any damage.

They're incredibly easy to deal with.

This was something Sakurai had already decided on during this period of hunting.

After adjusting his breathing slightly, Sakurai stepped forward expressionlessly, holding the dagger horizontally.

Even in a battle where he was risking his life, he still couldn't be moved emotionally.

But being brainless is one thing.

There is still a gap between humans and the supernatural, so large that...

Even though he had tried his best to observe, his dynamic vision still couldn't keep up with the guy's speed.

At least that's how it is for him.

It's because he doesn't know Yin-Yang techniques, can't use any props, and hasn't learned any supernatural skills like swordsmanship or ninjutsu.

Even so, we must fight to the very end, otherwise...

They will starve to death.

He didn't want to experience that feeling of having to find a way to "eat his fill" anymore.

He glanced at the bloodstains dripping from the dagger, then fixed his gaze on the rat-like supernatural creature before him.

Serious and focused, holding his breath, he gripped the dagger tightly in his backhand and charged towards the giant rat in front of him.

"Screech!!!"

The cacophony of roaring sounds assaulted my ears, straining against my eardrums.

The roar, which could be described as a sonic attack, caused the air to ripple.