Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

This tower apartment in Chuo Ward, although only a 1LDK unit, costs 25 yen per month in rent.

However, the scenery is indeed very beautiful.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, you can see almost half of the central district.

On the ring road, the traffic flow stretched into a long, bright river.

Those are all office workers who work in Tokyo and live in Chiba.

In the distance, she could see a huge, dark shadow lying in the night, without a trace of light.

It stands in stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of the city.

That is the Qingfu Grand Shrine.

That is, Kujo Toru's house.

Although, in reality, she has never been there yet.

"I really want to move in there..."

Muttering something under her breath, Natsukawa Masaki put down the hairdryer, turned and walked towards the bathroom, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

You can faintly hear the splashing sound of water inside.

"Sister Cocoon, are you done washing?"

"Not yet, let me soak a little longer..."

A lazy voice came from inside, mixed with the calls of yellow rubber ducks.

Natsukawa Masaki shook her head speechlessly and walked towards her bed.

When she received Suzumoto Mayu from Kujo Toru in the afternoon, she genuinely thought it was just an ordinary teddy bear.

Then, as she was about to unzip the doll's mouth to see what kind of stuffing was inside, she was slapped across the face.

After some conversation, she realized that the other party was actually Kujo Toru's shikigami.

Moreover, in terms of age, she is even two years older than me.

But he's just a little kid.

Just as I was silently complaining to myself, my phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang.

Volume 1: Chapter 122 The Mountain Burning Ceremony

She picked it up and looked at it, a hint of surprise appearing on her face:

"It's Kujo-kun on the phone!"

"What?! It's the Great Demon King?!"

A flustered sound came from the bathroom, followed by a series of crashing noises.

The frosted glass door opened, and a plush toy covered in twisted red threads fell to the ground with a splattering sound.

But Suzumoto Mayu didn't care. She used all four limbs to get up from the floor and scrambled toward the bed.

A series of water stains were left on the floor.

Natsukawa Masaki could even see the look of panic on her ferocious face.

"Answer it quickly!"

Suzumoto Mayu grabbed the hem of her nightgown and started climbing up, urging her on.

Judging from his anxious look, he wished he could help Natsukawa Masami connect the call.

Unable to resist a smile, Natsukawa Masaki put the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Kujo-kun, why are you calling so late? Are you missing me?"

He started making his usual teasing remarks as soon as he opened his mouth.

Although his voice was somewhat distorted, Kujo Toru's tone remained calm.

Natsukawa Masaki could even picture what he looked like in her mind.

"Mmm, I miss you. Do you know why I'm still awake?"

"why?"

"Because I'm afraid you won't be in my dreams."

"..."

silence.

A deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop inside the apartment.

Natsukawa Masaki's expression was strange.

Suzumoto Mayu gasped, rubbing her wet arms vigorously.

It seems that this will warm up the body that has been chilled.

On the other end of the phone, Toru Kujo's voice continued:

Do you know what's in my eyes? You.

Do you know where my heart is right now? It's with you.

“You know…”

"Stop! Stop! I was wrong! Kujo-kun, I was really wrong! Please don't continue!"

Natsukawa Masaki finally couldn't take it anymore and quickly called for a stop.

Every word from Kujo Toru was like a top-tier psychological blow, making her feel her brain tremble.

The fact that he spoke in such a calm, almost nonchalant tone, as if he were simply describing what he was eating, only intensified this feeling.

"I'll never talk to you like that again, please, please don't say things like that again!"

Natsukawa Masaki felt like crying but had no tears.

The smile was transferred to Toru Kujo's face.

However, he quickly stopped smiling and got down to business:

"Is everything normal on your end today?"

"Yes, that's normal."

Natsukawa Masaki also returned to normal and leaned against the headboard to talk to Kujo Toru.

"How's the investigation into the author's identity going? Any progress?"

"We still haven't found the author, but I've already asked the client to investigate the book's editor. We should be able to get in touch with them in the next couple of days."

Having recounted her own progress, Natsukawa Masuzu then turned her attention to Kujo Toru's situation:

"What about you? Do you have any useful information?"

Kujo Toru did not hide his thoughts from her and told her all the information and speculations he had collected.

"The curse of Class 3-3... This thing is really hard to guard against."

Natsukawa Masaki sighed softly.

“Funerals are a ceremony for the living to say goodbye to the dead. From then on, the two worlds are separated. The dead go to the underworld, while the living continue to live. Forcibly keeping the dead in the world will result in this.”

Kujo Toru's words sounded very calm to Natsukawa Masuzu.

"Commemoration is not obsession, and letting go is not forgetting. We can cherish the memories in our hearts, but in reality, we must always move forward."

After saying that, Kujo Toru turned his head to look in a certain direction.

That's the direction of the cemetery.

The former palace priest and swordsman are now asleep there.

"To move forward..."

Natsukawa Masaki's voice sounded somewhat unsteady on the microphone.

It seemed that Kujo Toru's words had reminded her of something.

The two fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere inexplicably became heavy and melancholic.

In the end, it was Kujo Toru who broke the silence and changed the subject to something lighter:

"By the way, is Suzumoto Mayu asleep?"

Suzumoto Mayu, who had somehow slipped off Natsukawa Masuzu and was lying on the bed with her laptop open, suddenly turned around.

Two button eyes reflected the living room light, and hairy hands gestured incessantly.

Natsukawa Masaki nodded.

"She's asleep."

Upon hearing this, Suzumoto Mayu patted her chest, looking relieved.

"So you really didn't sleep, huh..."

A sigh came from the phone, causing her to freeze in place.

The round bear head looked around nervously and confusedly.

"Tell her not to overthink things. I'm not monitoring her. It's already 9:30. Kids should be asleep by now. Don't let her play too wildly these next few days. She still has homework to do when she gets back."

"Don't worry, Kujo-kun, I'll keep a close eye on her."

Natsukawa Masaki readily agreed, and smiled happily as she looked at Suzumoto Mayu's drooping lips.

The call was disconnected; I looked at the other person.

Ling Eryi Sanwu Cuowo ∞ Benjian was holding down the laptop with one hand, turning his head to look at her warily.

His other hand was waving in the air, seemingly as a show of defiance towards her.

"If you come any closer, I'll get rough with you!"

Unfortunately, given her tiny size, all Natsukawa Masuzu could see was cuteness.

He ruthlessly took the computer away, ignoring her protests.

"Sorry, Koko-nee, I'm just following Kujo-kun's advice. I should go to sleep now."

That wretched Demon King!

Suzumoto Mayu gritted her teeth, but dared not say those words aloud.

Because she was afraid that Natsukawa Masamichi would complain to her.

After hanging up the phone, Kujo Toru turned his gaze back to what was in front of him.

Several books were spread out on the table.

The handwritten characters, yellowed pages, and white binding thread all attest to its antiquity.

These are the scriptures of Seifu Taisha, which record a lot of knowledge related to Shintoism.

He had searched everywhere, but still couldn't find the so-called burning mountain ritual.

Rubbing his temples, Kujo Toru made his second phone call of the night.

The beeping sound echoed in the study.

Soon, a gentle, aged voice came from the other end of the microphone:

"I am Munakata Kiyono."

“Mr. Munakata, I am Toru Kujo. I consulted with the priest of the purification shrine who was with you some time ago.”

"I knew it was you. I was planning to visit you this week, but I didn't expect you to call first."

There was a hint of amusement in Munakata Kiyono's voice.