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

"You're really cunning, Sakurai-kun."

"How could he say something so offensive?"

The unrestrained smile on his face froze. Whether it was greed or covetousness, the bartender haphazardly messed up his once neat hairstyle, which was still in perfect order even after changing his skin color.

"It's a losing proposition, a losing proposition indeed."

"We shouldn't have been greedy."

"Us..."

"I've never suffered such a loss in my life."

He kept sighing, his face visibly filled with regret.

It's unclear whether his "greed" referred to betraying Sakurai this time, or his inability to resist removing Sakurai from that family...

The matter of [stealing] it.

"You've already said all that, what else can I say?"

"Our place isn't very big, as you can see, we only have a few seats and it's never been full."

"But..."

"Making room in one seat to entertain guests is no problem."

"If you don't mind, our little shop will always welcome you to stop by for a glass of milk whenever you pass by."

He picked up the half-empty glass of watermelon juice, took small sips close to his lips, and the bartender's usually nonchalant face was full of helplessness. In the end, he still chose to give in.

Who told him...

There's no way to give up on Sakurai-kun, such a big client.

He'd never met such an easy-going and selfless person in all his years of life.

What a loss! How could he have run into such a guy?

This old man, who has lived for who knows how long, is a scoundrel who always does whatever he wants. He gives his sister nicknames, complains to her face that she can't get married, and secretly pours the dinner that his mother carefully prepared into the river.

Back in his hometown, he was so mischievous that everyone hated him. After he ran away from home, his family wanted to celebrate for three days and three nights with this carefree and irresponsible troublemaker.

Why are we so lucky this time?

The bartender was so angry he was almost crying.

He was filled with regret; he had never made such a losing business deal in his life.

Hopefully, his old friend's cow can withstand his rough treatment.

The bartender was even more annoyed when he thought about the look that Sakurai gave him last time, which made him angry. He thought that when he gritted his teeth and ran to his good-natured old friend to borrow milk, he got a hoof mark on his face from being kicked.

really...

He shouldn't have impulsively stepped into this mess.

Who wants to be the but ends up being the one being the fun?

Who orders milk at an izakaya?

That makes sense.

Is this even possible?!

The bartender was so frustrated he was about to cry.

He had never felt so bad in his life. He had always been the one who caused trouble for others, and this was the first time he had experienced being caused trouble.

If my old friends back home knew, they'd probably burst out laughing.

Really are...

That's so embarrassing.

Sakurai-kun, you really are...

My nemesis.

The bartender couldn't imagine how bored he would be if Sakurai stopped coming.

How lonely he'll be after this glass of milk, with no one to keep him company. So...

He had no choice but to compromise.

"Sakurai-kun, you're really our nemesis."

"We've never seen a guest more difficult to deal with than you."

Glancing at a corner of the cabinet, a shrewd businessman sighed helplessly.

55. Is my surname Sakurai or Sakurakawa?

"I remember now, you shrewd businessman..."

"Thank you."

"Really, thank you so much."

Unsure how the bartender could come up with so many random thoughts in one go, Sakurai's lips curled slightly, and he sincerely expressed his gratitude.

"Sakurai-kun, are you laughing?"

"Sorry, it was a little hard to spot, I almost didn't notice it."

The bartender stared intently at Sakurai for a long time before noticing the subtle curve of the corner of his mouth, and then felt a little regretful.

"It's a real shame. If Sakurai could laugh from the bottom of his heart one day, he would be so cool."

Seeing Sakurai's almost expressionless face even when he thanked him, the bartender felt a little hopeless.

He's clearly a handsome guy on par with me, so why does he have this aloof, unapproachable demeanor?

If he were just a little bit more approachable, wouldn't it have been perfectly reasonable for him to introduce his younger brother to his older sister, who's been single for as long as her age, on a blind date?

Even if you don't like your older sister who's only passable in looks and otherwise useless, you could consider your second older sister who has a great personality.

What a pity...

Young man, you missed your chance to rise to the top in one step.

Looking at Sakurai with regret, even the bartender felt sorry for him.

certainly...

He would never say such a thing openly; he didn't want to die here like that.

That's really bad luck.

"Is that right?"

After thinking it over, and considering he was a bartender, Sakurai reluctantly revealed the smile he had learned from the past, Kirisu Mafuyu.

Seeing that blissful smile, the bartender seemed to have failed a major security check and was completely dumbfounded.

Having finally managed to refuse his mother's suggestion to stay for dinner, he came to his senses, pinched the bridge of his nose with lingering fear, and then slapped himself twice with tears in his eyes.

Two lines of painful tears streamed down his face, and he managed to wash his eyes, his face slightly red and swollen.

The bartender scrubbed away the goosebumps all over his body and swore he had never seen such a strange combination in all his years of life.

"Sakurai-kun, I've never asked anyone for a favor in my life, but this time I'm asking you for a favor."

"Please, I'm begging you. This kind of smile that you learned from others really doesn't suit you."

"Show me when you can genuinely smile from the bottom of your heart."

"We're getting old, we really can't take this kind of torment."

"It will shorten my lifespan. I haven't lived enough yet, and I don't want to go see my mother so soon."

Standing up, the bartender stepped across the izakaya counter and placed a hand on Sakurai's shoulder. The bartender had already silently put on a mask of pain.

"I see."

Tilting his head, Sakurai indicated his incomprehension.

However, since it was the bartender's request, Sakurai listened attentively.

He suppressed his smile and returned to his expressionless state.

The bartender finally breathed a sigh of relief. Oh my god, that was really close!

"Alright, it's getting late, and it seems like no customers are coming at this hour."

"We're not really happy about running out of business so soon, but we're pretty much ready to close up shop anyway."

"As you know, Sakurai-kun, although I look very young, I'm actually an old man through and through."

After the usual grumbling, the bartender slowly pulled out five food items left behind from under the bar.

"Come and see."

"This is something we finally managed to find for you, Sakurai-kun."

Dried meat, green rice dumplings, dried fish, bananas, and wheat ears.

"They are all top-notch ingredients. If you let your cute little assistant eat them all at once, as long as she can digest them instead of exploding immediately, you can definitely control her eyes."

"How about that? We've given you enough face, haven't we?"

The bartender, with one hand on his hip, was quite smug, his face practically beckoning to praise him – he was practically throwing himself at a blind man.

Sakurai couldn't read any such information from his face.

"According to the pre-arranged distribution method, the reward for the task belongs to only her."

"She can't get the extra for the time being."

Having barely managed to suppress the primal urge to devour them all on the spot, Sakurai swallowed hard and gave this answer.

That's all for today. Come again next time you have time.