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

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Therefore, the only way to show our attitude is through actions.

"You...really..."

Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses, her eyes flashing with coldness as she stared directly into Yohoshi's eyes and spoke in a chilling voice.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

"say what?"

"What else can I say? Of course...of course..."

Rio Futaba stammered, unsure how to say it, and finally could only grit her teeth and say resentfully.

"Pervert, scumbag, scoundrel, two-timing, disgusting!"

Looking at Rio Futaba, whose face was flushed and who looked both ashamed and angry, Yohoshi couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Such high quality!

For a girl like Rio Futaba, these are probably the worst insults she can think of.

It's not that I don't want to tell you.

Yoru smiled, took out her phone, and sent an email to Rio Futaba.

"I've been busy with this lately."

Upon hearing the notification sound on her phone, Rio Futaba took it out and turned on the screen, only to find that Yosei had sent her a document that resembled a setting collection.

She was quite surprised when she saw the above content.

"This is..."

To outsiders, this information seemed like the ramblings of someone with delusions of grandeur, its content being utterly absurd.

But for Rio Futaba, it was a completely different story.

"Ten fingers threading a slingshot, the dance of the willow, the dance of the pine, the dance of the clematis, the dance of the early fern..."

Rio Futaba's slender, white index finger slid across the screen as she stared intently at the document.

Without exception, all the techniques recorded here perfectly match the way the Bone Woman, the embodiment of his soul, manipulates bones to attack.

It's like it was tailor-made for you.

Not only that.

Each move is accompanied by an illustration below its name and how it is performed.

Rio Futaba pursed her lips, and a hint of emotion flickered in her eyes behind her glasses.

She forced herself to appear calm and composed, looked up at Ye Xing who was smiling, and coughed twice.

"Did you write this especially for me?"

"Of course! How about it, not bad, right?"

"Humph."

Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses, her voice trembling with shyness as she spoke softly.

"At least you...at least you have a conscience."

Ye Xing wasn't lying.

Although he didn't come up with these moves, he did write them down himself.

Thank you Kimimaro for the gift.

The embodiment of the soul is a capacity that leans towards idealism.

Once the power of the Soul's true form reaches a certain level and the basic conditions for unleashing techniques are met, the only limitation is the user's own imagination.

In this respect, Rio Futaba, who has always emphasized logic and rational thinking, is at a great disadvantage.

simply put.

Her imagination wasn't that rich.

This information is exactly what she needs right now.

The value of the data itself is secondary.

The important thing is that Ye Xing thought of her, and that's enough.

Rio Futaba is an easily satisfied person.

Her thoughts were similar to Miko Yotsuya's: if they could maintain the status quo forever...

Also good.

"You and Miko..."

Although she was prepared, Rio Futaba's voice still sounded somewhat forlorn when she spoke.

"Where did you go?"

Ye Xing said sincerely, "My first kiss and virginity are still intact."

Rio Futaba frowned and said irritably.

"I already guessed it, so there's no need to lie, right?"

"Really."

Ye Xing looked completely self-righteous.

"My metabolism is much faster than that of an average person. Strictly speaking, I am a completely new me every twenty-four hours. So every twenty-four hours, I will regain my first kiss and virginity."

Rio Futaba opened her mouth, wanting to refute these outrageous remarks, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

As long as there is no logic, one will always be invincible.

Rio Futaba was restrained.

She shook her head helplessly and sighed.

"You really are something else."

Ye Xing smiled nonchalantly, then suddenly added a sentence.

"Oh right, there's something I need to tell you."

"whats the matter?"

"Your choice of words just now was not quite accurate."

Rio Futaba paused for a moment, then blushed slightly.

"That's true... It can't really be blamed on you. Jianzi and I are friends. This is a development that we both realized and understood a long time ago, but we just didn't say it out loud."

At this point, Rio Futaba looked apologetic.

"Using terms like 'scumbag' and 'two-timing' to describe you is indeed a bit too much. I apologize to you."

"Yes, I am pleased that you recognize your mistake."

Ye Xing nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject.

"But that's not what I actually wanted to say."

Rio Futaba was puzzled.

"what is that?"

"I'm not two-timing, but rather..."

At this point, Ye Xing paused for a moment, silently counting to himself.

"One, two, three, four..."

Then, he smiled at Rio Futaba.

"At this stage, including you, there are a total of four boats."

Rio Futaba paused for a moment, then clenched her fists, a murderous glint in her eyes.

"You bastard... die!!!"

Yohoshi skillfully dodged Futaba Rio's attacks, all the while speaking with righteous indignation.

“In ancient times, Minamoto no Yoshitsune jumped from eight ships. As the number one exorcist in Kyoto, jumping from dozens of ships is not a big deal for me.”

Upon hearing this outrageous statement, Rio Futaba finally lost her temper and shouted angrily.

"How can they be the same?! Minamoto no Yoshitsune jumped into a real boat!"

........

Half an hour later, at Rio Futaba's house.

"are you hungry?"

Yohoshi shook her head when she heard Rio Futaba's question.

"Forget it, I've already eaten."

"Have you eaten? What did you eat?"

"McDonald's."

Upon hearing these three words, Rio Futaba seemed to recall something and said thoughtfully.

"You didn't go to that McDonald's that the ghost of Jianzi's father mentioned, the one that even evil spirits dare not easily approach, did you?"

Night Star nodded slightly.