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

Saying these ambiguous words, he subtly took half a step back, tilting his head to avoid the cold glint of the scissors.

Without pulling back his strength, he kicked the slit-mouthed woman in the stomach, then slowly straightened up.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman arched her body in pain, and the entire ghost story seemed to curl up like a cooked shrimp.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman couldn't understand why she, a ghost story, would suffer so much because of a mere human.

and...

How could mere humans possibly escape their own attack?

Ignoring the slit-mouthed woman whose mind was blank, Sakurai slowly pulled his hand out of his shoulder bag.

A hammer the size of two heads, shaped like a slit-mouthed woman, had already appeared in his hand.

"The hammer's name is the Octagonal Bright Silver Hammer. Nice to meet you. The Great Ghost Story - The Slit-Mouthed Woman."

"Don't die too quickly, at least let me have my fill."

The hammer gleamed with a faint silver light, and having seen the light of day again, it was particularly eager to see what would happen next.

If you get hit by this hammer, you really will die.

Having just recovered from the pain, the slit-mouthed woman looked up, then down at her scissors, and then at the hammer in Sakurai's hand.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman, who couldn't help but gurgle, clearly realized this.

A strong premonition, stemming from a ghost story, told her...

It seems she's done for.

The human who kicked her to the ground with one kick seems to be a pervert.

For her, who was a ghost story enthusiast, this was the worst and most depraved pervert.

Sakurai didn't give the Slit-Mouthed Woman much of a chance to react, raising his silver hammer, which gleamed with a dim golden light, and bringing it down with the force of the wind.

If you get hit, your head will definitely explode.

With her eyes widening in terror, countless tiny teeth twitched and her pupils darted around. The slit-mouthed woman instinctively dodged to the side.

The hammer grazed the back of the slit-mouthed woman, which was pressed against the wall, and instantly scorched marks appeared. The slit-mouthed woman couldn't help but let out a piercing wail.

The octagonal, gleaming silver hammer, falling heavily, barely stopped just before hitting the ground, producing an exaggerated sonic boom. The right arm gripping the hammer swelled with blood, expanding twice its normal size.

The next moment——

His left leg bent at the knee and rotated ninety degrees, striking the slit-mouthed woman hard at an unbelievable angle.

With a cracking sound, the Slit-Mouthed Woman was kicked several meters away.

Ignoring the crisp sound of bones cracking, Sakurai dragged his 300-pound octagonal bright silver hammer and walked expressionlessly toward the slit-mouthed woman whose body was constantly twisting.

8. A relentless nightmare

Are you kidding me? What kind of monster is this human?

The Slit-Mouthed Woman never imagined that one day she would be chased by a human.

In her eyes, or rather in the eyes of the ghost story itself, humans are merely tools to provide fear and despair.

They belong to the Ghost Stories category, a unique existence that is born from the supernatural yet transcends it.

Without the many strange and supernatural limitations imposed upon them, they have always considered themselves predators of humans.

If it weren't for that damned god of wisdom who twisted their way of being and bound them with lies.

This world has long since become a paradise for ghost stories.

Now that she had finally waited for the damned god of wisdom to disappear, she was chased by a prey on her first night of recovery.

If it were simply being defeated, that would be one thing; she had been attacked by human samurai or Onmyoji before.

As long as humanity remembers her existence, she can return to this world once more, given some time.

But the situation is different now. She, who should have been immortal, felt the threat of death from that human.

If she were killed by that human, even though she should be immortal, she would completely disappear from this world.

By then, she would truly have become an urban legend.

That's how she felt.

What a joke!

Who wants to encounter something like this?

"Am I a ghost story or are you a ghost story?" The slit-mouthed woman's eyes were filled with resentment and twisted rage, her gaze almost bursting.

She desperately wanted to turn around and slash the human who was relentlessly following her, turning his cold, hard face into a slit-mouthed woman just like her, but she could only endure the pain in her lower abdomen and run for her life.

She absolutely did not want to simply disappear from this world.

She wanted to savor the despair and fear of humanity.

Absolutely, absolutely...

It's impossible to stop.

"Humans, humans, humans ahhhhh..."

"I will kill you, devour your flesh and blood, drink your blood, and tear you to pieces with every scissor cut."

Anger, rage, and a heart-wrenching sense of resentment.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman vowed that if given a chance, she would definitely repay Sakurai's 'kindness' today.

As long as she escapes, as long as she can devour human fear, she can become as strong as possible.

Then...

She will eventually repay the kindness she has shown today.

Behind her, the sound of the sledgehammer striking the ground could be heard from time to time. The slit-mouthed woman, whose scalp tingled, had a feeling that the hammer was about to fall on her head any second.

The next second her head will explode into a pulp, like a ripe watermelon.

Thinking of this, his already barely visible steps quickened even further.

But...

Why haven't I shaken him off yet? Why does he still know where I am?

why...

This human can actually keep up with my pace.

I'm just prey that I'm eager to hunt; what kind of monster is it, anyway?

The Slit-Mouthed Woman didn't know how long she had been running. All she knew was that when she came to her senses, she was in an abandoned factory.

She huddled among the pile of building materials, curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

She was terrified that a hammer would fall on her head at any moment.

From the moment of her birth into this world, countless humans have died at the hands of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Adults, children, the elderly, men, women...

She randomly chose her target, appeared in front of him/her, and asked that question.

Am I good-looking?

Anyone she sets her sights on will inevitably face death.

After suffering immense torment and pain, he vanished from this world in a wretched state.

This is the meaning of ghost stories; their very existence is for killing and fear.

Ghost stories are even more terrifying and horrifying than the supernatural.

Of all the people killed by the Slit-Mouthed Woman, children were her favorites.

The skin of children aged four to ten is the most delicate and beautiful.

In the 1990s, she would linger near the school gate.

After selecting her favorite child, she will appear in front of the child.

In the eyes of those children, she was a beautiful and charming older sister.

At this point, she would ask the child, "Am I pretty?"

If the child says "looks good," she will take off her mask and ask the child, "Am I beautiful too?"

They then forcibly cut a slit in the child's face with scissors.

Then they forcibly took them away, killed them, and ate them.

If the child says "not pretty," she will get very angry and immediately eat the child.

She relished human fear and despair, enjoying the feeling of them being so terrified that every nerve was taut and they couldn't move.

after all...

She's a ghost story. Humans feed on all things, but she feeds on humans. Isn't that perfectly fair?

Anyway...

There are so many people, there's no way we can eat them all.

Giving her some won't hurt.

However, to this day...

After she returned to this world, she encountered an unprecedentedly tough opponent.

She could feel a dull ache in her back...

Even though she wasn't directly hit, she was still injured by the wind generated by the hammer.

If that hammer were to actually hit her, the Slit-Mouthed Woman couldn't imagine what would happen to her.

That hammer is definitely not something she, who has just been resurrected, can handle.

She never imagined that the feeling of fear that made every nerve taut and limbs stiff and unable to move would happen to her.