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

Saya Takagi forcefully snapped the bank card in her hand until she couldn't put it back together, then threw it down the railing.

She fiercely wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and silently vowed in her heart to stop crying.

51. It's time to settle accounts with that unscrupulous merchant who betrayed us!

"Hey, Sakurai-kun, you're here."

"You've come at the perfect time. I just found what you wanted here."

The bartender, who was wiping the glasses, saw Sakurai push open the door and come in. He quickly took out a glass of warm milk from under the table and placed it in front of him. His eyes lit up and he urged Sakurai to sit down.

"Sometimes I wonder if you can pull anything out from under that table."

He readily agreed and sat down opposite the bartender, picking up the milk and bringing it to his lips.

The milk was 40 degrees Celsius, and it was always at that temperature when he drank milk from the unscrupulous merchant.

Not a bit more, not a bit less.

This guy would always complain about how there was no milk in this izakaya (Japanese pub), and then casually pull out a glass of milk at the perfect temperature from under the table.

"Oh dear, that's a trade secret. I rely on this skill to make a living."

"Hey buddy, can you keep some secrets from us?"

After thinking for a moment, the bartender took out a glass of milk from the table and put it in his mouth with a smile.

"is it?"

"You've had it pretty tough too."

"I'll leave it at that for now."

I let out a sigh of relief, and before I knew it, a glass of milk was gone.

"Oh dear, that's right, Sakurai-kun, you have no idea how tough it's been for me..."

Then, the bartender took out a glass of milk from under the table and handed it to Sakurai. Taking advantage of this opportunity, as if he had finally waited for it, the bartender began to pour out his grievances.

A string of pitiful, repetitive phrases poured from his mouth, more readily and naturally than dumping garbage into a trash can.

"So, is that your reason for selling my information so easily?"

While the bartender was rambling on, Sakurai downed a glass of warm milk, exactly 330 ml, and looking at the empty glass, he suddenly spoke up.

It wasn't a rhetorical question, nor was it an interrogative sentence; Sakurai stated this sentence with a blank expression.

From the moment he saw Takagi Saya, he was certain that this was the one who would betray him.

Aside from obtaining information from this unscrupulous merchant, it would have been impossible for Takagi Saya's father to determine his whereabouts in just one night.

because--

This guy was responsible for encrypting Sakurai's intelligence.

There is nothing easier in the world than stealing from someone who is in charge.

"oops..."

"Sakurai-sama, you're wronging me."

"I may be a businessman, but there's no way I would betray you."

"A big customer like you is someone I'd be licking the boots of."

"I don't know which bastard actually managed to ruin our unbreakable friendship."

The bartender looked indignant and righteously indignant. If Sakurai didn't know that this guy was a scoundrel who wouldn't do anything for personal gain, he would have no doubt that he would have bitten off a piece of flesh from the person who spread the rumors the next second.

"Since you've said that, give me the information about the person who investigated me, and I'll trust you."

"Don't worry, I won't let you lose money. As soon as I get the information, I'll go and take down a few supernatural sites, and all the loot will be yours."

"I think a businessman who is honest and trustworthy and would never sell fake news shouldn't disappoint me."

With a smile that he had learned from Kirisu Mafuyu, Sakurai tapped the empty cup and offered this suggestion to reconcile them.

If his eyes weren't so cold they seemed to freeze people to death.

Under Sakurai's gaze, the indignant bartender finally lost his temper. Looking at the young man's stiff face, he sat down with an awkward smile and pulled out a glass of milk from under the table, placing it in front of Sakurai.

"Oh dear, Sakurai-san, there's no need to go to such lengths."

"Calm down, calm down. We know you're upset about someone investigating you. How about this..."

"Although it's a misunderstanding, since you're already dissatisfied with me, we have to do something to mend the rift between us."

"No matter what, we have to stand up for you and calm you down today."

"We have always adhered to the business principle of cash on delivery, clearing the transaction and being honest with everyone, young and old."

"But rules are meant to be broken."

"Since we have such an ironclad relationship, I might as well make an exception for the sake of our bond, which is higher than the Mountain of Immortality."

"You've really struck it rich this time!"

The bartender, looking pained as if he were bleeding heavily, patted his chest and promised with a mournful expression.

"Anything you want to know, even when our hot-tempered sister's period is, we can find a way to find it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bartender looked as if he had sunbathed at the equator, his whole body becoming several shades darker, and his smug face becoming several times rounder.

With a "poof," he exhaled a puff of smoke. After straightening his afro and changing his race from Shinichi Kudo to Heiji Hattori, he finally behaved himself.

"I was just joking, but if you have any questions, I'll definitely answer them to the best of my ability."

"Please have another glass of milk, I'll excuse myself for a moment."

Always prioritizing style and elegance, he stammered these words while clutching his aching back, then bent down and crawled into the closet.

When she came out again, she was wearing that overly pretentious suit again, and her chubby face had returned to normal.

"Sakurai-kun, you have a really good appetite! Here, all the milk you need today."

Staring at the four glasses on the table that looked even cleaner than if they had been washed, the bartender gave a thumbs-up and pushed over another glass of milk.

They were afraid that Sakurai wouldn't have enough to drink and would get angry again.

"Then I'll ask?"

Sakurai took a sip of milk and stared intently at the bartender, whose expression had completely frozen.

"I suddenly remembered something today. Although there was only one image, the person in that image..."

"That was indeed me in the past."

"I've never really cared much about who I was in the past, that's true, but this time is an exception."

Sakurai's pronunciation was very clear, and even his grammar and Romanization were presented in a way that would never distort the meaning.

He was afraid that if he didn't explain things clearly, the unscrupulous merchant in front of him would seize on the loopholes in his words and deceive him.

He trusted him more than the bartender himself. This guy, who had been arranging everything for him since the moment he woke up, the guy he couldn't kill even after a whole day of hacking at him the first time they met, definitely knew everything.

He could normally not care, since his body was resisting the past, but who made him remember it?

The one who was overjoyed because he survived represented his family from the past.

52. A cunning merchant who regretted his actions to the core.

Sakurai spoke after reviewing the memories in his mind once again.

"I think I ate a very special kind of meat when I was a child."

"Do you know what that is?"

"He's completely open and honest, he can even find out about his own sister's menstrual cycle for me..."

"Mr. Businessman?"

The bartender's professional smile faded as Sakurai spoke...

They froze completely.

"If we were to back out now, Sakurai-kun, could you please pretend I was just drunk and accidentally talked nonsense?"

"Or, Mr. Sakurai, could you consider something like changing the question for the sake of our friendship?"

The bartender, whose smile had been frozen, finally managed to laugh, but it looked even worse than a grimace.

Sakurai believed that even if his entire family were dead, this opportunistic guy wouldn't be able to show such an ugly expression.

This guy must be kicking himself now.

Just like Sakurai thought, if he could, the bartender wanted to go back to the day before and grab that version of himself who couldn't take his eyes off the good things and give him a good beating.

Ideally, the beating should be so severe that the person can't even speak and can't get out of bed for a month.

What is this?

Didn't they say that Sakurai's world of thought is so vast that it can't be found in either mountains or valleys?

This is terrible! How can Hiroki (the protagonist of Pet: Mind Overwrite) be so unreliable?

Didn't I pat my chest and promise him, practically signing a pledge?

What's the situation now?

Sakurai didn't answer, letting the bartender grumble in his mind, quietly watching him, completely taking the guy's comical expression as a sign of lactation and happily drinking milk sip by sip.

"Sakurai-kun, you're putting me in a difficult position."

The bartender, who had cursed Hiroki's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, dejectedly raised one hand. Anyone who didn't know better would think that he had accidentally killed his mother.

Wait, his mother really was in the Sanzu River, so it's alright now.

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