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

Arranging a car is indeed the most urgent matter right now.

If it takes a week, it depends on how efficient the unscrupulous merchants are.

"I'm so tired, I just want to sleep."

"She should have had enough sleep."

Sakurai was yawning incessantly; he was clearly exhausted.

Or...

His body couldn't hold on any longer.

For example, being so hungry that you faint.

That's possible, really. Dying so many times this time must have taken a toll.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems he really does need to eat something better.

It's time to take a good rest.

"Oh haha~"

"My luck is surprisingly good."

"Did we actually come across something this good this time?"

"Matsuyu-nee is really my lucky star."

"Let me see if I'm stronger or weaker now."

"There's no way it can get weaker."

Sakurai caught something out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but lick his lips.

This feeling...

What should I do if I have a craving for this?

What are the cells trying to tell us?

I just can't do anything with you...

Then let's go all out!

With that thought in mind, Sakurai turned a corner and disappeared under the glow of the uvre.

Very good...

His new partner has already gotten his chance to appear so soon!

So lucky!

......

......

Ghost tales, a term used to refer to horror literature.

They are often associated with paranormal events, and are bizarre and strange stories.

In ghost stories, the protagonist often comes into contact with the ghost stories for various reasons, and eventually loses his life in fear and pain.

This country is home to all sorts of strange and bizarre tales.

Purple Mirror, Teketeke, the Swift Old Lady, the Gap Woman, Red and Blue Paper, Red Cloak...

There are countless such strange tales.

Even the Aragami that Sakurai just defeated actually exists in a certain ghost story.

However, it wasn't a true ghost story.

That guy was just using the identity of ghost stories to hunt beings.

It doesn't hurt guys like Aragami.

True ghost stories are those that are "unkillable" in the conventional sense.

Let's leave that aside for now.

If I had to pick one of the more famous ghost stories from among the many,

The ghost story of the Slit-Mouthed Woman is definitely one of them.

Around the spring to summer of 1979, the Slit-Mouthed Woman became an urban legend that spread throughout Japan.

It started as a topic circulating only among elementary school students, but its reach gradually expanded, and eventually...

It even led to the complete suspension of classes in some areas, which proves the deterrent power of the "Slit-Mouthed Woman" ghost story.

Before this, when the previous god of wisdom was still in power, there was a way to hide this kind of existence in fictional stories.

But now, with the god of wisdom missing and the being who separated the two worlds vanished, fictional ghost stories have finally appeared in this world.

Now...

Even within the realm of ghost stories, it stands as one of the most famous, its name being—

Slit-mouthed woman.

The god of wisdom has returned to this world after his disappearance.

She was suppressing her appetite, coveting all life in this world.

Just about to move.

The enemy of humanity and life itself—this is it.

The so-called "ghost stories".

6. Am I good-looking?

In the shadows, the woman wielding the large scissors stared at him with a venomous gaze filled with deep suspicion...

In the blink of an eye, the human who tasted so good that it had its eye on had vanished without a trace.

This made the Slit-Mouthed Woman, who had finally been able to see the light of day again, somewhat irritable.

The frustration of losing such a perfect prey has left her feeling very unhappy.

If she hadn't been bound by the rule that she must ask questions before she could kill, she would have already started a killing spree on this bustling street.

Now...

With her target gone, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's already gloomy aura became even more oppressive and somber.

Hello, excuse me...

"What's matter?"

"I can feel it, you've been staring at me."

"It's really troubling; I never expected to be so likable."

Just as the Slit-Mouthed Woman was contemplating whether to find another prey to fill her belly, they silently circled around to her back.

Sakurai patted the slit-mouthed woman on the shoulder, took two steps back, reached into his shoulder bag with one hand, and put on a fake look of distress on his face. With a faint smile, Sakurai greeted the woman in front of him softly.

A somber woman with long hair and a mask, wearing a black knitted cardigan, a dark green scarf, and holding a large pair of rusty red scissors.

Sakurai shook off the smelly liquid stuck to his palm, speechless.

Even if it belongs to the category of ghost stories, the supernatural is the supernatural, and this smell is just too awful.

Annoying to the point of being nauseating.

It's not the usual opening line from a humanoid supernatural being: "You can see me."

As a ghost story, the Slit-Mouthed Woman possesses the ability to converse freely.

In a sense, she could also be called a deity.

Who made this country have eight million gods?

Staring blankly at Sakurai, the Slit-Mouthed Woman, whose CPU had been overheated, was somewhat confused.

Why did the target I'd been keeping an eye on suddenly appear behind me like this?

"Are you shy?"

Sakurai frowned in displeasure. He couldn't wait to try out the octagonal bright silver hammer. He was quite concerned about the power of this old friend who had a close connection with his ancestor.

So—

Why is this guy dawdling around here?

Before she could react, the Slit-Mouthed Woman was right in front of Sakurai.

The woman with a curvaceous figure stared wide-eyed at Sakurai.

Never mind...

When prey comes knocking on your door, there's no reason to ignore it.

Forcing herself to swallow the thick saliva that kept being secreted, the Slit-Mouthed Woman stared intently at the fragrant human before her.

She spoke...

Accompanying the bluish-black face and the mask reeking of rottenness was a harsh, grating sound, sharper than a knife scraping glass.

"Do I... look... good...?"

Tilting her head and staring at Sakurai, the slit-mouthed woman's needle-like pupils and pale eyes were filled with Sakurai's presence.

A thick black aura emanated from the Slit-Mouthed Woman, who stared intently at Sakurai, awaiting his answer.

Am I...good-looking...?

The slit-mouthed woman, having received no answer, seemed to be stuck in a program and pressed Sakurai for answers once more.

"It really is..."

"Don't know what to say."

"You know perfectly well I can see you, why are you still playing this game?"