Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

Sure enough, the thing caught up with them. The human-faced dog's cracked face had now transformed back into that of a girl with no personality, and she arrived at the riverbank with fur and blood from her mouth.

"Clap! Clap!"

Without much hesitation, the sound of dogs paddling in the water came. In this pitch-black river with only faint ripples, Kerry almost lost sight and could only judge the direction of the human-faced dog by the sound of its paws splashing in the water.

As the sound came, it seemed to indicate that Kerry's judgment had failed. This thing was not an undead from Soul 2 and would not easily dissolve in water. The other party had chased it into the river!

However, Kerry, whose face was half underwater, was smiling.

Because he had no intention of letting this thing, which had appeared out of nowhere and was still wandering around the city, go back. Besides, he couldn't swim at all; he was just splashing around in one direction because he was sure he wouldn't choke to death.

Kerry had no intention of letting such a dangerous creature return to the populated area, and although he didn't show it, he was genuinely hungry.

That's right. Since I'm immortal anyway, and my race is going to be changed to be the same as Fujiwara no Mokou's, why should I run away?

Despite the discomfort from the river water irritating his eyelids and the rapid drop in his body temperature, Kerry forced himself to stare intently at the faint white reflection on the river's surface.

As the splashing sound grew louder, when Kerry saw the claws thrashing forward, he slapped his hand hard against the river, sending a half-meter-high spray of water flying towards the creature's face. Then, he raised his knife and retaliated.

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Ps:

Sotoba Village: The main setting for the story of "Shiki". Since the main storyline is about Shiki, those who have read it, please don't spoil it! If you haven't read it, it's okay, because the timeline is more than ten years after the original work ended, so it won't affect anything.

P.S.: Please vote for meow! Please vote for meow, thank you for the vote!

Chapter Eight: Spirits, Delicious!

"Ouch!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out from the pitch-black river water, which reflected a few drops of moonlight.

If it were bright enough here, one would surely see thick, red liquid overflowing from the murky river.

Not far from the shore, in the river, Kerry's left hand was being tightly bitten, the tip of which had been torn to shreds, while his right hand was pulling a dagger from the monster's neck.

Seemingly in pain, the monster's body writhed even more frequently, splashing water everywhere.

However, in the shadows, the wound on the monster's neck was slowly healing. But when the wound came into contact with the river water, or rather, the river water mixed with Kree blood, the healing stopped, and a violent flow of blood, as if a major artery had been severed, began to gush from its neck.

"Aww! Waaah!"

It was like a canine howl of pain emanating from its enormous, open mouth, but this did not stop the monster's movements; instead, it made it even more ferocious.

However, it seems that even monsters cannot fight underwater. It has to constantly use its claws to dog paddle to keep itself from sinking. Its mobility, which is far superior to that of humans, cannot be utilized, and it can only bite off Kree's wrist again.

"hiss."

Kerry gasped in pain, his face contorted in agony, but his movements didn't falter at all.

The left hand, its wrist bitten off, was raised, the unevenly bitten bone tips forming sharp edges. It aimed the bone and the wrist, which was throbbing with pain from contact with the river water, directly at the opponent's mouth. Kerry rotated his upper body in the river, putting as much power as possible into this strike.

Twisting his waist and swinging his shoulders, he felt something touch and penetrate his wrists. Just as the other dog bit him again, Kerry completed the immobilization of the human-faced dog.

Then there's...

The dagger reflected a faint light as it slashed towards the opponent's abdomen in Kerry's hand.

"Promise me you won't play around with alchemy in your next life, okay?"

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3 ... 2 ... 1 ...

"Hoohoo!"

Kazuma Sato suddenly opened his eyes and looked around to find himself on a riverbank.

Damn it! Kerry! He actually betrayed his teammates without hesitation! If there were any restrictions on resurrection after death, I...

He must have found a place to hide and escaped the pursuit! This bastard can no longer be allowed to live in a world where there is still hope! A born evil psychopath! Grandpa and I are about to...

Kazuma's eyes, filled with distrust and anger, followed his head as he searched for the unfaithful man who had abandoned him.

However, after he actually found that guy, he couldn't say a word.

With his back to the moonlight, in the shimmering river, Kerry carried a body that was still undulating slightly as he walked towards the shore.

The one being dragged along by Kerry by the leg was none other than the human-faced dog, who was already on the verge of death.

With heavy steps, feeling the weight of his clothes after they absorbed water, making him want to collapse, Kerry panted as he walked step by step to the shore.

Kazuma glanced at Kerry, whose body was still covered in blood and hadn't been completely washed away, and at the monster that had just fought desperately but hadn't survived for more than 20 seconds, which was being held like a dead dog beside him. His expression instantly changed to one of concern.

"Chrisan, are you alright?!"

He stepped forward and, disregarding the fishy smell still clinging to Kerry, helped him up with a smile.

"Phew! I'm alright."

Kerry tossed the still-bleeding monster onto the shore, then plopped down and stabbed it a few more times with his knife.

It seemed that the tenacious vitality had finally come to an end. Even the monster that was neither human nor ghost could only lift its face, which had turned back into a beautiful girl, to look at Kerry and Kazuma. Then, in the two people's somewhat surprised eyes, some faint specks of light flowed from its body.

However, calling them points of light feels a bit strange, because those things are black, but they are glowing so that they can be clearly seen even in the pitch-black night.

The tiny particles first dispersed, then, as if they had found their center, split into two streams, one large and one small, flowing towards the two of them.

Kerry instinctively raised his hand to block them, but the particles still passed through his arm and entered his body.

Kerry frowned, initially thinking it was some kind of curse, but he quickly realized something was wrong.

As those things entered his body, the hunger that had been lingering in his heart dissipated.

Or rather, he was completely stuffed, and very, very full. Kerry felt like he wouldn't need to eat for at least a few weeks.

Kazuma Sato, who was standing next to him, seemed to feel the same way and touched his stomach.

However, Kerry was not in the mood to look at He Zhen at the moment, because as the particles poured in, some fragmented images appeared before his eyes.

During the Edo period, with the establishment of the Tokugawa Shogunate, Tokyo, which was once a desolate wasteland, began to prosper little by little. In this way, a little girl was born in a rural village on the outskirts of the city. The little girl's life was not good, or rather, in that era when the shogun was eating salted fish with rice, few people had enough to eat.

One day, while the little girl was foraging for food in the field, two strangers suddenly appeared. Seeing that no one was around, they covered the little girl's mouth and grabbed her. The scene paused for a moment at this point.

When the scene reappeared, it was on a street in a city. People were talking about a strange thing that had happened in the city before. Two men with a talking dog had been seen by many people, and some even said that a noble young man from Kyoto had spent a lot of money to buy the dog.

The very next day, the entire city began issuing a warrant for the arrest of the two men with the talking dog.

Because of her thin build, she does resemble a dog when lying down, but that's not enough. The dog's fur, soaked in chemicals, needs to be sewn onto her body bit by bit. If she speaks too clearly, she won't look like a dog either; we need to brand her tongue so she can speak, but her speech will be unclear. Her legs are too long, so we can saw off some and attach props so she can walk. However, her form still doesn't resemble a dog. Since we didn't remove her ears and nose beforehand and sew on the fur, she can be trained gradually. I believe this kind of creative idea could fetch a high price.

Finally, a talking dog appeared. After the young master discovered the truth, he was so frightened that he ordered the dog to be killed and launched a city-wide manhunt for the two human traffickers.

As the scene ended, Kerry frowned and coldly tossed the corpse beside him into the water.

You might as well tell me you're talking to an older brother.

...

While Kerry and Kazuma Sato were looking for a place to buy cheap lighters to make a fire and keep warm.

In the basement of the Metropolitan Police Department Chief of Staff's office in Kasumigaseki, Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, Inspector Megure, who had just been transferred there, was receiving training from a "special talent."

He publicly stated that he was being transferred to the Sex Crimes Investigation Division, which many people considered a complete demotion in disguise, given that he had almost become the head of the Beika Town Metropolitan Police Department.

Even he himself initially thought so; he had no idea who he had offended to deserve this treatment.

However, after arriving here and signing a series of confidentiality agreements and secret treatment agreements, he realized that this time it didn't seem to be a demotion, but rather that he, an ordinary police officer, had been transferred to some secret department.

His worldview was also severely impacted here.

"As we said, the existence of spirits and various abnormal events was only confirmed by the outside world in the last four years. For a long time before that, people like us were regarded as complete charlatans. The first time our Metropolitan Police Department came into contact with something beyond imagination was in the Sotoba Village case 14 years ago."

Megure Juzo remembered this incident; it was a major case at the time. It was said that a fire broke out in the village of Sotoba, which mainly produced local coffins, killing more than half of the villagers, with only a few escaping.

Seemingly noticing that Inspector Megure's attention had been diverted, the person in charge of training tapped the file folder.

"Our first lesson is about spirits, but to be honest, I've never seen any of those so-called spirits that attack people. All I've seen are ordinary souls. These characteristics are based on the records written by police officers who have observed spirits."

First and foremost, people who cannot recognize spirits will not be harmed by them.

If a spirit wants to harm a target, it will try to constantly interfere with that target, making the target aware of its presence.

"Hmm...this sounds like a horror movie," Inspector Megure said weakly.

"Megure, you can also think of it this way: it's like those horror movies that people make. If spirits want to attack us, they have to make us aware that they exist. At this time, nightmares, lights out, eerie shadows, these things that often appear in horror movies may all appear."

Hey! Maybe this really explains why monsters in horror movies don't kill their victims on sight.

And just like in horror movies, when the victim truly becomes aware of and can see spirits, death is not far off. However, it's a two-way street. When a person is unaware of spirits, they might pass right through them without realizing it, but if they are aware, they might bump into them. In other words... what do you young people call it again, mutual interference.

“Yes, please continue talking about Grandma Tokugawa.”

...

P.S.: Tokugawa Granny: Full name Tokugawa Hanko, from "Baki", a bloodthirsty Autobot, the sister of the Japanese underground emperor Tokugawa Mitsunari, once communicated with the soul of Miyamoto Musashi and passed it on to Miyamoto's clone, allowing him to be resurrected 400 years later, and finally sent Musashi back with a fiery red lip.

(I feel that guys who only watched the beginning of Baki, or who have only heard that it's a fighting manga, will be confused when they see this description. What kind of fighting manga is this?)

PS2: I put some of the settings-related PS in the main text so that readers could hear them. However, I put requests for votes and such in the "Something to Say" section so they wouldn't be heard. But after the book is published, I'll put them all in the "Something to Say" section to avoid taking up too many words.

Chapter Nine: What is this thing again?

The sun had not yet appeared on the horizon, but a faint white light had already begun to dispel the darkness on the earth.

On the riverbank, beside a campfire.

Kerry and Kazuma Sato finally got to sit by the fire.

Because Kazuma's white mourning clothes were really unsuitable for running errands at a convenience store, and Krina's wet clothes were also unsuitable, the two eventually ran to the kind of shop that the homeless people had mentioned that they often did business with, woke up the owner, and got a lighter amidst the owner's cursing.

It was still late spring, and the riverbanks in Tokyo were quite cold, but fortunately, Kerry's constitution was exceptional, so he probably wouldn't catch a cold.

"In other words, if we want to alleviate that hunger, we might need to kill something like the human-faced dog..."

Kazuma Sato covered his head in despair, feeling that his life would never again have any connection to a peaceful daily routine.

Hearing the wails around him, Kerry focused his attention elsewhere.

Kerry gripped a stone and exerted force. He felt that his strength had increased significantly since he "ate" the human-faced dog, but he couldn't be sure because he had no specific reference point.

"So what are your plans for the next step?" Kazuma shook Kerry's shoulder, raising his voice.

“We’ll continue investigating those yakuza groups,” Kerry replied.