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

Next...

A huge uproar is about to break out.

When he opened his eyes there.

A three-day intensive training program is about to begin.

......

Beneath his feet were shattered iron chains and broken red gasoline cans, and the arms that were pieced together to support his body were all smashed.

Slamming his foot on the other's withered face, Sakurai spat twice as his half-missing body, its flesh and blood churning and healing rapidly.

So, we really have to find an even stronger enemy after all?

"Not nearly enough..."

"You're far too weak. I clearly gave you a chance on purpose."

Sakurai was somewhat troubled, as he had deliberately allowed this guy to enter the second stage.

In the end, he could only be replaced twice, which was far from the formidable opponent he had imagined.

As a practice opponent, since he is essentially targeting a [god], there's absolutely no way to get his body warmed up.

"babble!!!"

The piercing scream tormented Sakurai's eardrums.

Disturbed by the noise, he used a little force to completely end the other person's life.

Picking up the sledgehammer and the other person's belongings from the ground and putting them in his mouth, Sakurai felt a warm current enveloping his body as he headed to the next location.

For three days, apart from necessary rest, Sakurai kept killing and killing.

They wandered back and forth between various well-known haunted areas.

You could say...

He checked in at every single energy point in the vicinity.

After three days of hunting, little by little, they finally accumulated enough...

My physical abilities have improved by about 1.7 times compared to before, which isn't much, but considering that there are only three days left.

The efficiency can be described as maximum.

The only sad thing is that he still didn't manage to find any food-related remains.

Anyway...

The appointed time has arrived.

After glancing at the email sent by the bartender on his phone, Sakurai let out a long sigh of relief.

I thought I would have to fight this battle alone, but as expected of a renowned businessman, he was able to fulfill my request even with half the time.

He's the type to keep quiet when he should.

With a flicker in his eyes, he struggled back to his apartment, quickly washed himself, grabbed his shoulder bag, and eagerly hailed a taxi to leave.

......

......

"Hey, Sakurai-kun, welcome, welcome."

"Here, have some milk."

The bartender pulled a glass of milk from under the table, raised his hand, and forced a smile.

The bartender, who was practically saying "Welcome!", still looked quite energetic... right?

If he wasn't completely drained.

Looking at the bartender's dark circles under his eyes, which resembled those of a panda, and his listless appearance, Sakurai fell silent.

"You shrewd businessman, you've had a tough time."

After a long silence, Sakurai picked up the milk on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

He expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

"It's alright, that's all we can do."

"Come..."

"Take a look at what we've prepared for you."

The bartender clapped his hands and snapped his fingers as he said this.

A black motorcycle, without a driver, roared to life and pulled up beside Sakurai.

"So handsome."

Unable to resist saying those words, Sakurai placed one hand on the motorcycle.

A chilling sensation traveled from my palms throughout my body.

Is this car something that was left behind?

He flipped himself onto the motorcycle, turned the throttle a couple of times, and the powerful roar of the engine followed.

Looking down at the fuel gauge, Sakurai got out of the car and was very satisfied with the vehicle prepared by the unscrupulous businessman.

As Sakurai circled around to the front of the car, his gaze met the headlights.

The car lights flashed, as if greeting Sakurai.

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"It seems this child likes you very much, then we can rest assured."

"YAMAHA VMAX, the muscle car of motorcycles, I think this is the most suitable ride for you, Sakurai-kun."

His tired face was filled with relaxation, even though he had already anticipated this situation.

However, the bartender was quite happy to see Sakurai so easily accepted.

This shows that his efforts were not in vain.

"This was the best partner of a top biker gang member in Ikebukuro. After his car accident, they became supernatural together, which caused quite a stir at the time."

"After we arranged for people to exterminate the supernatural activities of the biker gang, it appeared in the world as a rare remnant of a vehicle."

"Because it is a relic, it can easily travel between the haunted site and reality."

"The maximum speed can reach about 300 to 400 kilometers per hour."

"As soon as we heard about it, we rushed over and got our hands on it."

After taking a sip of milk, the bartender wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If it weren't for our connections, we wouldn't be able to compete with those guys.

"I thought you would be very satisfied, Sakurai-kun, so I took the liberty of registering it under your name. By the way, I've also used my connections to arrange the corresponding driver's license for you."

"How's it going? Are you satisfied?"

The bartender, who looked quite smug, grinned so wide his teeth were showing.

"Hmm, very satisfied. You've got a good idea, you shrewd businessman."

Sakurai pursed his lips, clearly quite fond of his vehicle.

Rather...

Very satisfied.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, Sakurai-kun. Now let's take a look at this."

The bartender reached into the cabinet and pulled out a short dagger that was hidden in a sharkskin case.

Sakurai recognized him immediately; it was his old friend.

"Try it."

With a broad smile, the bartender said softly.

Holding the short dagger, a feeling of blood connection welled up within me.

Squinting, Sakurai tentatively pulled the short dagger out of its sharkskin sheath.

A bright light shone into Sakurai's eyes.

The entire dagger glowed with a crimson light.

The temperature in the not-too-large izakaya rose a few degrees the moment the dagger's body left his body.

"We invited a famous swordsmith named Totosai to forge it by hand. It was made with your old friend, Sakurai, and the core of the Aragami as the main materials, with some less important auxiliary materials added. Finally, it was forged by scorching and melting with the flames of the phoenix."

"It's no longer just a relic; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a demon sword."

"I think I won't fall too far behind you, Sakurai-kun, with your octagonal bright silver hammer."

The bartender, somewhat proud, introduced the octagonal silver hammer, seemingly unsure if it truly belonged to Huang Tianhua. "We've put in a lot of effort for this guy."

As the bartender proudly introduced the product, Sakurai felt his shoulder bag swaying slightly.

His other partner seemed to have some reservations about what the bartender said.

"The blade possesses extraordinary sharpness, and its inherent Aragami Flame can scorch the soul of any life that is cut."

"Moreover, the toughness of the blade has also been improved by several levels."

"While it can't be called indestructible, it shouldn't break after a battle anymore."

"The sharkskin on the scabbard comes from a monster called the Crocodile Shark."

"It can protect the holder from being harmed by the sharpness of the blade when not in combat."

"In our opinion, this is somewhat redundant."