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

Even heroes who save the world have their own troubles, and the boss feels more like a masked hero.

Yotsuya Miko genuinely felt this way, and then she laughed out loud like a fool.

33. The Invisible Izakaya

"From now on, talk less, observe more, and think more."

First, he dragged Yotsuya Miko into a taxi. After arriving at the address he had given, he pulled Yotsuya Miko, whose face clearly showed how expensive taxis were, out of the car.

Sakurai stopped not far from his destination.

After thinking it over carefully, he took out a white Samoyed mask with only the mouth showing from his shoulder bag and tossed it to Yotsuya Miko, indicating that she should put it on right now.

Obediently nodding, Yotsuya Miko obediently followed Sakurai's instructions and put the mask on her face. To make sure it wouldn't fall off easily, she checked it twice before following behind Sakurai.

She vowed that unless Sakurai told her to speak, she wouldn't say another word.

She is mute; she can only listen and see.

I will absolutely, positively follow Sakurai obediently and do my job as his follower.

In the realm of survival instinct, Miko Yotsuya is absolutely in a class of her own.

This can be seen from the fact that she could see things but still fool those supernatural beings.

Nodding in satisfaction, Sakurai had high hopes for his assistant.

Intelligent, and from the heart.

With an exceptionally strong will to survive, she never causes trouble for herself.

They're the perfect teammate you can't find even with a lantern in a horror story.

See how convenient this is?

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Led by Sakurai, Yotsuya Miko walked through five alleys with a blank expression.

After many twists and turns, we returned to the original intersection.

Sakurai grabbed Yotsuya Miko's sleeve and led her to the deepest part of the intersection.

Here, a completely closed, jet-black door is faintly visible in the dim moonlight.

It makes people unconsciously think that they are just seeing things.

"arrive."

After three light knocks followed by three heavy knocks, and repeating this process three times, a crack appeared in the dark door.

The yellow light shone through the crack onto Miko Yotsuya's face.

She swore that if the boss hadn't been there, and if Sakurai hadn't been holding her sleeve, she would have run away right now.

This place looks way too dangerous.

It looks like one of those super dangerous hidden dungeons in a horror game.

Pushing open the door, Yotsuya Miko realized that the boss had led her to an izakaya (Japanese pub).

It's still the kind of izakaya that has a distinct Showa era feel.

Moreover, there was no trace of anything bad in the izakaya; she could even vaguely see a sacred white light.

This is incredible, absolutely incredible.

Seriously, are minors really allowed in here?

"Rare visitors, rare visitors."

"It's really rare that Sakurai-kun would bring someone along, and such a cute little girl at that."

"That's great! We thought Sakurai was the type who wasn't interested in the opposite sex, and we were worried about him for a while."

A young man behind the counter glanced at Sakurai, who had an indifferent expression, and then at Yotsuya Miko, who looked like an outsider and was acting awkwardly.

She greeted him with a smile.

"Assistant, this unlucky guy who can suddenly be seen is quite useful."

"Bring her here to broaden her horizons."

After briefly introducing Yotsuya Miko's identity, Sakurai plopped down in front of the counter.

Sakurai patted the empty seat to his right and gestured for Yotsuya Miko to sit down.

"Two glasses of hot milk."

Sitting at the counter, Sakurai held up two fingers to place his order.

"You're the only one who would order milk in an izakaya, Sakurai-kun."

"But that makes sense. Although he single-handedly wiped out the paranormal sites in the vicinity, Sakurai is indeed a genuine high school student."

"Even we wouldn't dare to provide alcohol to minors."

The bartender, still complaining, brought out two glasses of hot milk and then placed a plate of chicken nuggets in front of Sakurai.

"The chicken nuggets are included as a bonus."

"Speak, what brings you to my little shop, you busy man?"

"You're not short of money again, are you? We just made a deal with you for a considerable sum."

After pouring himself a glass of sake and taking a sip, the bartender's gaze shifted from Sakurai to Yotsuya Miko.

This girl...

Sakurai-kun really brought a very interesting kid with him.

In some ways, he's just as interesting as Sakurai.

what to do...

They're trying to sell new products again.

Sakurai shifted his body slightly to the right, blocking the bartender's probing gaze at Yotsuya Miko, whose hands and feet were stiff and dared not move, and placed his shoulder bag on the table.

"I'll give you a batch of relics in exchange for something else."

"I'd like to ask you about something."

After explaining his purpose, Sakurai picked up the milk and took a sip. Then, he opened his shoulder bag and emptied everything out.

"I wonder which unlucky soul from this supernatural site was so unlucky to have been wiped out by you."

The bartender, unable to contain his astonishment, looked at the remnants scattered across the table, especially the fox tail, the rusty chain, and the miniature toad statue—the three most valuable items—and clicked his tongue twice.

We haven't seen a relic of this quality for a while now; Sakurai really knows how to bring us one surprise after another.

It wasn't in vain...

Um...

It was truly a rare sight to see such a big deal; the bartender, whose eyes were practically slits, looked just like a cunning fox.

"Oh, Sakurai-kun, you're too kind. Here, have another glass of milk."

"Little sister, don't be shy, just make yourself at home here, have some more drinks."

"Brother, it's my treat."

The bartender, who had been all smiles, suddenly became very attentive, almost like a big shot offering tea, and then kindly handed over a glass of milk at the perfect temperature.

"I need exorcism tools, top-of-the-line exorcism tools that even ordinary people can use."

"Two, is that alright?"

With a blank expression, Sakurai tapped the table and stated his conditions.

"Of course, no problem. This is our profession. How could we not meet your needs, Sakurai-kun?"

"Our shop will absolutely serve you perfectly."

"What do you mean? Isn't this a perfect coincidence? Our shop just happens to have what you need."

"This was just delivered today; it's absolutely top-notch quality."

"It's only for Sakurai-kun who would want it; we wouldn't normally give it to just anyone."

The bartender's already gentle smile became even more eager; he was really going to make a fortune this time.

As he spoke, he pulled out two strings of prayer beads from under the counter, beads that looked expensive.

The prayer beads have a very special sandalwood scent. They are strung together with a thin red cord, and there is a faint golden light flashing across them. In a daze, Yotsuya Miko can vaguely see materialized incense characters on them.

Si Guoyi, that's amazing.

34. A top-tier defensive item, the rosary beads from the Ruri Shrine.

"This is a top-tier defensive item personally blessed by the great figure who has been worshipped by the Ruri Shrine for generations. It's so rare that you might not be able to get one of these good ones even once a year. If it weren't for my connections, this level of prayer beads would be really hard to get my hands on."

The bartender, who gestured a universe between his fingers, appeared humble but was actually incredibly proud.

If you want to get supplies from Ruri Shrine, especially such high-quality items that are in short supply, then we're the only ones who can do it.

Originally, we planned to wait for a high price and make a big profit, but since Sakurai-kun needs it, we naturally have to take good care of him.

and...

This isn't a losing proposition!

The bartender almost drooled when he glanced down at the mess left behind.

He made two "sha" sounds.

"Don't be fooled by its red color. This was made by the shrine maiden of the Ruri Shrine, who imbued it with divine power by weaving her hair with cinnabar and her fingertips' blood."

“As you know, Sakurai, that shrine maiden has an extremely low presence, and this ability is also reflected in this rosary.”