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

"I'm going to tidy up the manuscript. You two sit here and don't wander around or touch my things."

His attitude was cold and his tone was harsh.

They showed absolutely no intention of welcoming visitors; on the contrary, it seemed like they were trying to drive people away.

He then ignored their agreement and went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

"Tsk."

Natsukawa Masaki clicked his tongue, clearly dissatisfied with the old man's attitude.

The fact that Kurokawa Misaki was able to write the book "Summer Fireworks" clearly indicates that he was also involved in the curse.

They could say that their investigation into the curse of Class 3-3 was actually to save his life, but they were treated like this instead.

If it were her, she would have turned around and left by now.

Whether he's dead or alive doesn't matter.

However, Kujo Toru showed no intention of leaving, nor did he sit on the sofa as the old man suggested.

Instead, he wandered around the living room.

Compared to the exquisite dry landscape garden in the outer courtyard, the interior decoration of the house is very simple.

The minimalist black sofa against a white background wall, along with a TV cabinet and shelving, completes the entire living room's decor.

The house is quite large, and it even has a basement.

However, after glancing at the large padlock hanging on the iron gate, Kujo Toru gave up the idea of ​​going inside to explore.

In addition, there are picture frames of various sizes hanging on the background wall, almost filling the entire wall.

Instead of photos, the contents were news clippings from newspapers.

I glanced at it briefly, and it was all news about kendo.

Toru Kujo even saw the National Junior High School Kendo Tournament in March of this year, including an interview with Takeshi Yokota after he lost to Shura Todo.

In addition to the wooden sword and katana on the shelf, it can be basically confirmed that the old man is a kendo fanatic.

It actually complements his old-fashioned demeanor.

"What are you looking at? Didn't I tell you not to wander around?"

The old man's questioning voice came from behind.

Kujo Toru's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of panic at being caught by the homeowner. Instead, he pointed to a picture frame on the wall.

Inside was the news of Inspector Ando and Misaki Yomiyama making it into the top 16 of the National Junior High School Kendo Tournament back then.

"I saw someone I knew, so I took a second look out of curiosity."

Kurokawa Misaki's expression turned strange:

"Do you know anyone inside?"

"Yes, Inspector Ando has told me everything that happened back then, the curse of Class 3-3, Yomiyama Middle School."

Kujo Toru turned around and looked at the old man.

His gaze was quite intimidating.

It was as if he were the master of this place.

"Mr. Kurokawa, can you tell me why you wrote this book?"

Kujo Toru took out "Summer, Fireworks, and Me Under the Tree" from his bag.

His eyes were piercing.

"I thought you just wanted to see me, but I didn't expect you came for this."

Kurokawa Misaki shook his head.

His previously tense body was noticeably more relaxed, and his attitude was much gentler.

"Please have a seat. I'll pour you some tea, and we can chat slowly."

It was only then that Natsukawa Masaki saw the refined and elegant air of a literary author in him.

Instead of the previous ill-tempered old man.

Three cups of tea were placed on the coffee table, their green tea stems undulating up and down.

The old man sat opposite the two, his face shrouded in rising steam.

"Actually, my original intention in writing this book was simply to prevent this past event from remaining buried."

"Because my son was also a student in Class 3, Grade 3, and he eventually died because of the curse."

Taking a deep breath, the old man showed a hint of pain on his face.

Then I remembered the day of my son's funeral.

He watched helplessly as the son he had raised for over a decade, the son who had once made him proud, ultimately turned into a box in his hands.

He personally placed it in the cemetery and buried it little by little.

A glimmer of light flickered in the corner of her eye, and the atmosphere in the living room turned somber.

Natsukawa Masaki didn't know what to say, so she could only turn her head away.

"Sorry, I lost my composure."

However, the old man quickly composed himself, composed his grief, and looked at Kujo Toru:

"Kujo-kun, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

"I want to know what happened to Yomiyama High School after it relocated. Why was it completely wiped out? Where is the new school located?"

Kujo Toru's gaze was fixed on the old man:

"And, is the protagonist of the story your son?"

Volume 1: Chapter 126 Be Vigilant in Accident-Prone Areas

"Everything I know is already written in the book, Kujo-kun."

Kurokawa Misaki shook his head: "I don't actually know the new address after the school relocation."

"Hey, but in your book, aren't the last three volumes all about things that happened after the school was moved?"

Natsukawa Masaki was taken aback and couldn't help but ask a question.

"To be honest, it's quite a strange story."

The old man sighed:

“Last year, on the anniversary of my son’s death, I went to the former site of Yomiyama Junior High School in Hachisai City to pay my respects, and I found a diary in a nearby secondhand shop.”

"journal?"

“Yes.” Kurokawa Misaki nodded. “The rest of the story was actually pieced together from that diary. Unfortunately, my luggage was stolen when I went out to gather material some time ago, and I haven’t found it yet. That diary was in there.”

"is it?"

Natsukawa Masaki was somewhat suspicious.

This is just too much of a coincidence.

Kurokawa Misaki looked at the two of them with complete honesty and openness:

"So, I can answer your third question, Kujo-kun. The main character in this book is actually the owner of that diary."

Night falls.

The stars were almost invisible under the city lights.

Kujo Toru and Natsukawa Masaki walked side by side on the quiet street.

The streetlights overhead silently cast their light upon the two of them, stretching their shadows long.

"It seems like there's still not much progress, Kujo-kun."

Natsukawa Masuzu turned her head to look at Kujo Toru.

Her long, silvery-white hair shimmered with light.

Suzumoto Mayu leaned on her shoulder, moving her arms and legs.

She pretended to be dead in front of Kurokawa Misaki for over an hour, almost exhausting her.

Take advantage of the fact that no one is around right now and relax for a bit.

But as Kujo Toru glanced over, Suzumoto Mayu's body froze instantly.

He could only awkwardly continue to play dead.

After warning the restless little guy, Kujo Tetsuya then took over Natsukawa Masuzu's words:

"I don't think so. At least many of the annoying things have already been answered."

Natsukawa Masaki tilted her head, a question mark slowly emerging in her mind.

Kurokawa Misaki's replies seemed to indicate progress, but in reality, there was no progress at all.

In the end, the most crucial point—the address of Yomiyama Middle School after its relocation—remained completely unknown.

The diary is gone too.

There's no way to continue the investigation.

She really couldn't understand how Kujo Toru had come to a conclusion that was completely opposite to hers.

But no matter how much Natsukawa Masuzu pressed her for an answer, Kujo Toru never told her.

Finally, the two said goodbye to each other at the crossroads.

Natsukawa Masaki walked briskly down the street, carrying her bag in both hands.

Her upscale tower apartment is adjacent to the largest CBD in the central area, so the neighborhood is quite lively.

Although it was already evening and a weekday, the streets were still full of people out shopping.

A couple holding hands and chatting.

Office workers gather together to relax at an izakaya (Japanese pub).

Students who have just broken up with their friends.

Natsukawa Masuzu stood out among them, her long silver hair and delicate, fairy-like face making her extremely conspicuous.

It frequently attracts the attention of passersby.

But the girl was already used to it.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been the center of attention.

Suzumoto Mayu leaned on her shoulder, her limbs trembling uncontrollably, as if she might collapse at any moment.

As she walked down to the apartment building and was about to take out her access card from her bag, Natsukawa Masaki's phone rang.

Upon picking it up, a hint of surprise appeared on her face.

Happily holding it to my ear:

"Hey, Kujo-kun, it's only been a short time since we last met and you're already calling me. Do you miss me a lot?"

"You said that novel was stuffed into my bag? Let me look for it."

He tilted his head and held the phone between his fingers.

The girl rummaged through her bag for a while before speaking apologetically:

"I'm sorry, it really is here with me. I must have accidentally slipped it in. Are you in a hurry? I'll go return it to you now."

"See you at the artificial lake in Chiba Park, right? Okay, I'll be right there."

hang up the phone.

Although her home was almost there, Natsukawa Masuzu turned back without hesitation and headed towards Chiba Park because Kujo Toru needed her.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man watched her departing figure and stood there for a few seconds.

She only followed silently when Natsukawa Masuzu was about to disappear around the corner.