In this crossover anime, I fight against the supernatural in my everyday world.

The pull ring fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Light Yagami held a grenade in his right hand.

"The time for sanctions has come."

Just as Light Yagami closed his eyes, waiting for the roar of the explosion and the pain of his body being torn apart, a slightly mocking, laughing voice rang in his ears.

"I never expected you to be a suicide bomber."

Light Yagami opened his eyes and saw that, without him noticing, Yoshiki had appeared beside him.

He was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, and he hurriedly hid the grenade in his hand into his clothes.

"Ito-kun, hide quickly..."

"It does not matter."

Light Yagami is just an ordinary person, so his movements are obviously not faster than those of Ye Xing, whose physical abilities surpass those of Wu Lei'an, a fighter.

Ye Xing snatched the grenade, whose pin had already been pulled off, from the other person's hand.

"Ito-kun, no way!"

Seeing Light Yagami's anxious expression, and then seeing Yosei's movement as if to dodge and prevent him from taking it away.

I thought they were fighting over something valuable.

"I already said, it doesn't matter."

Ye Xing chuckled and said something, then wrapped the grenade that was about to explode with both hands.

Light Yagami had no time to stop it, and there wasn't enough time.

Only one image could appear in his mind.

The other person's hands were blown to powder.

If you are caught in the blast of debris, you will also die.

However, the fleshy evil spirit has a high probability of surviving.

The thought that the two of them might have sacrificed their lives but accomplished nothing filled Light Yagami with despair.

But what happened next left him dumbfounded.

"boom."

The grenade exploded, producing a muffled thud.

Even through the gaps between Ye Xing's fingers, one could see the blinding light of the fire.

Contrary to Light Yagami's expectations, there was no scene of his hands exploding into powder and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Two seconds later.

Ye Xing spread his hands out and patted them casually.

Fragments of the grenade fell from his hand to the ground with a crisp, pleasant sound.

Night Star turned his gaze to the evil spirit with more than a dozen arms, formed by the fusion of the bodies of more than a dozen humans, and smiled.

"OK, you're the one for dinner tonight."

At this moment, Light Yagami first glanced at the fragments on the ground, then raised his head and looked at Yoshinori with disbelief in his eyes.

other side...

He withstood the explosion of a grenade with his bare hands?

102. Chief Yagami's wavering as he meticulously chopped the evil spirit into minced meat.

Light Yagami was dumbfounded.

He had thought that the fact that the other party could withstand close-range bullets was already quite astonishing.

The result was that he was able to control the explosion of a grenade by simply clasping his hands together.

And it seems that he hasn't been hurt at all?

Are you Superman?

While Light Yagami was completely bewildered, Yohoshi was quite satisfied.

In fact, he had already sensed it before he even entered the room.

This evil spirit, a mass of flesh formed from the fusion of more than a dozen humans, was far more powerful than any he had ever seen before, and was even close to the level of Tamamo-no-Mae, a powerful demon who was considered a leader in the underworld.

Light Yagami going to fight alone is tantamount to suicide.

Ye Xing just wanted to confirm one thing.

Was Light Yagami displaying his full power?

It's not that he's overly suspicious.

Anyone who knew what Light Yagami did in the original story would be shocked.

Even knowing that the other party is not the Kira who was led astray by the Death Note, one cannot help but be wary.

Judging from the situation just now, Light Yagami was even planning to self-destruct with the fleshy evil spirit, so he really didn't hide any of his abilities.

of course.

Yosei felt that in that situation, Light Yagami was probably not acting.

If it's all an act, the other party has to bet that they'll actually help.

We still have to gamble that we can get there in time.

Finally, they had to gamble on their ability to keep a grenade with its pin already pulled in the air from hitting the enemy in this cramped basement.

So many times in a row...

It's like someone playing Russian roulette with a revolver, and you playing with a semi-automatic pistol.

Others bet on five out of six, you bet on a plate jam.

Isn't this basically a free gift?

"Ito-kun, you..."

Before Light Yagami could finish speaking, Yosei waved his hand to interrupt and said calmly.

“My name is not Makoto Ito, my name is Yohoshi.”

Upon hearing this, Light Yagami chuckled and shook his head, revealing an expression that said, "I knew it."

As expected, both Miyamizu Mitsuha and Ito Makoto are just pseudonyms.

He wasn't sure what the other person's real name was, but he had a vague feeling about it.

Given his appearance, he shouldn't be called someone like Makoto Ito.

"Alright, step back a bit."

Ye Xing took two steps forward, staring directly at the disgusting, enormous lump of flesh of the evil spirit, his right hand extending out to his side with five fingers.

"Next, it's time to hand it over to Kyoto's number one exorcist."

As he finished speaking, the pale ghost hand appeared.

From the palm of the ghost hand, a long sword wrapped in an ancient wooden scabbard gradually emerged.

Without Ye Xing making any movement, the long sword seemed to be sentient and drew from its sheath on its own.

The deep, dark blade made the already dimly lit basement even darker.

Chang Dao handed his hilt to Ye Xing's right hand.

His five fingers gradually closed, and the moment he gripped the long sword, his entire body exuded an invisible sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.

"This is... Onimaru Kunitsuna..."

Light Yagami had also seen the promotional photos of Kunitsuna Onimaru, and he himself was a psychic.

Although he didn't know why the blade of this legendary sword had turned into such a deep, dark black.

But once the long sword was drawn, the sharpness and spiritual energy filling the air were enough for Light Yagami to be certain.

This is Onimaru Kunitsuna, the famous sword once owned by many prominent figures such as Hojo Tokimasa, Oda Nobunaga, and Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

Ito-kun...

No, Lord Yexing, how could he possibly gain the approval of this famous sword?

"Ding~"

After being drawn, Onimaru Kunitsuna's blade emitted a metallic clang, as if it were the first time Yoshinori could use it, and its own sword spirit seemed quite excited.

"Quiet down, you're acting like you've never seen the world before."

Upon hearing Yoru's reprimand, Onimaru Kunitsuna's trembling sword immediately stopped.

For some reason, Light Yagami had a strange feeling as he looked at the scene before him.

This sounds a bit like a scumbag manipulating a docile girl.

I don't understand, and I don't dare to ask.

"Okay, let's get started."

As if in response to Ye Xing's words, the moment those words were spoken, more than a dozen arms instantly extended from the fleshy mass, reaching out to grab him.

At the same time, more than a dozen human faces appeared on the surface of the fleshy mass, emitting a shrill roar.

Even Light Yagami, with his exceptional mental fortitude, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy upon seeing this horrifying scene.

"Fuck."

Ye Xing also let out a sigh.

"Little thing, you're really good-looking."

Immediately afterwards, he swung out Onimaru Kunitsuna, his slashing technique was simple and unadorned, but the effect was remarkable.

Before Onimaru Kunitsuna could even touch the arm extended from the fleshy demon, it was burned by the sharp spiritual energy it carried. The fleshy demon let out a shrill cry of pain and pulled its arm back.