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

Yukino Yukinoshita was all too familiar with this kind of inexplicable malice.

Because she had already experienced that when she was in junior high school.

So, with just a glance, Qing Leng's gaze understood what these people were thinking.

But he completely ignored them and, meeting Kujo Toru's gaze, began to speak about serious matters:

"I've found the real-world location of the village from my dream."

Natsukawa Masuzu pretended to be reading a book, but was actually eavesdropping on their conversation.

Unfortunately, like the other students in her class, she had no idea about the background of the two and couldn't understand what they meant at all.

Based on his understanding of Kujo Toru, he could only guess that the girl in front of him might have encountered some kind of strange thing.

Let's talk in detail after school.

Kujo Toru looked out the window and saw Hiratsuka Shizuna, wearing a white lab coat, walking towards the classroom.

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded and left without hesitation.

Time flies.

When the class officially started, almost everyone put aside what they had been doing and listened attentively to the teacher's explanation.

After all, this is the final exam of the first semester of the entire school year, and most people still want to get a good grade.

It's definitely not because they're afraid of being forced to stay at school for extra classes during the summer vacation.

In the blink of an eye.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the school term.

As soon as Natsukawa Masuzu finished packing her schoolbag, she noticed that Kujo Toru had already disappeared outside the door.

The afternoon sunlight was still quite glaring, shining down on the corridor.

The shadows of the students coming and going stretched very long.

Special building.

Service Department.

Kujo Toru pushed open the door, and Yukino Yukinoshita was still sitting in her usual spot by the window.

Nothing different from usual.

The only difference is that she didn't read a book today.

Several printed contour maps and some photocopied photos were spread out on the table.

She looked up when she heard the door open.

His cold gaze fell on Kujo Toru.

"sit."

九柒8贰衤三〦о俬玖弃?条彻 pulled out a chair and sat down next to her.

Have you finished your work on that end?

After thinking for a moment, Yukino Yukinoshita didn't get straight to the point. Instead, she asked about Toru Kujo's recent situation.

Kujo Toru hasn't come to the Service Club after school for the past two days; he's obviously busy with other things.

"It's temporarily over."

He nodded.

The matter of the curse on Class 3-3 has been mostly clarified; the remaining issue is eliminating the mortal realm.

Toru Kujo plans to go to the cursed building where Hikaru Kobayashi held the Stand game tonight to see if he can find a way to enter Class 3-3 Tōse and resolve this matter as soon as possible.

As for Daimura, he'll have to wait until next week to go to Fukuoka Prefecture with the kendo club.

"What about you? Where are you located?"

Yukino pushed a map towards her.

A fair finger touched a red circle on the map.

“An abandoned village near Misaki-cho in southwestern Fukuoka Prefecture.”

Kujo Toru stared at the spot she was pointing to.

Although the map versions are different, the locations are the same.

It's Daimyo Village again.

Recalling Yukino Yukinoshita's description when she triggered her spiritual vision, that large black serpent must be the suppressed evil spirit.

The only problem is that the festival she saw in her dream doesn't match the burning mountain ritual at all.

How did you find out?

Kujo Toru looked up at Yukino Yukinoshita.

The place called Daiyu Village was only discovered by Munakata Kiyono, a professional folklorist, through a certain coincidence.

Yukino Yukinoshita was able to find the exact location in just three days, which shows her remarkable efficiency.

"terrain."

Yukino Yukinoshita's voice was very calm, without any discernible emotional fluctuation:

"Based on the mountain terrain I saw in my dream, I compared satellite maps from all over the country and finally located this place."

Kujo Toru silently gave her a thumbs up.

It seems there's one more thing to investigate when I go to Daimyo Village next week.

Afterwards, Kujo Toru checked on her physical condition.

As always, there are no other problems except that divine protection is gradually waning.

I have absolutely no idea how she got involved with Daimura's shrine.

Even she herself had no clue what to do.

It was almost as if he was being told silently: Want to know the answer? Then go to Daimiya Village, I've hidden everything there.

He was already looking forward to his trip to Daimura.

What exactly is hidden in this small mountain village, whose name sounds like "Yellow Springs" in Chinese?

Have the gods of this world truly disappeared?

What exactly is going on with Yukino Yukinoshita's unusual condition?

Toru Kujo felt that he was gradually uncovering the truth on the other side of this world.

After chatting with Yukino Yukinoshita for a while, Toru Kujo left the Service Club.

By the time he returned to the Qingfu Grand Shrine, it was already completely dark.

The streetlights turned on one after another.

The stone lanterns on both sides of the approach path emit a soft candlelight.

Ruri Gokou has already gone home.

However, the lights in the living room of the rear hall were still on.

Clearly, Uesugi Erii hadn't returned to her original world after hearing his words.

Push open the door.

The little witch tiptoed out of the kitchen.

He was also carrying a black garbage bag.

Upon seeing Kujo Toru, a hint of panic flashed in his slightly vacant, wine-red eyes.

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Volume 1: Chapter 137 The Weary Old Father

What are you doing?

Kujo Toru glanced suspiciously at the furtive little shrine maiden, his gaze settling on the black garbage bag in her hand.

Erii Uesugi shook her head vigorously, clutching the garbage bag to her chest, and ran out quickly.

It makes one wonder if they stumbled upon her dismemberment scene.

While the little shrine maiden was away, Kujo Toru ran to the kitchen for a quick look.

The cleaver was on the counter, but the cutting board had disappeared.

Most of the bowls and plates were missing, and vegetables were scattered on the ground.

What the other party did is self-evident.

Shaking his head helplessly, Kujo Toru began cleaning the kitchen.

After he finished cleaning up, the little witch also finished destroying the evidence and ran back.

"Sit down, let me check your body."

Kujo Tetsuya didn't say much about Uesugi Erii's destruction of the kitchen.

What else could he say? Should he blame the other person for not cooking for themselves?

If anyone has to blame, it's himself. He forgot to leave Erii Uesugi some money so she could buy something to eat nearby when she went to school this morning.

However, he didn't speak, but the little witch herself felt a little uneasy.

She noticed that in anime, when the male and female protagonists had a good relationship, the female protagonist would prepare dinner before the male protagonist got home, and then proactively ask him, "Do you want to eat first, take a shower first, or perhaps eat me first?"

The little shrine maiden didn't understand the meaning of the last sentence, but if she cooked dinner and waited for Kujou Tetsu to come back, their relationship would get better, right?

So she started cooking like she did in anime.

Then the kitchen was ransacked.

He must be very angry.

She cautiously lifted her eyelids and glanced at Kujo Toru's face. After hearing his words, the little shrine maiden nodded quickly.

He reached out and placed his hand on his belt, then untied it.

The scarlet hakama slipped down from her waist, revealing her long, muscular thighs.

Under the living room lights, it gleamed with a lustrous ivory sheen.

Kujo Toru's face immediately darkened.

But the little witch didn't sense anything was wrong at all.

Because at home, when the aunt in the white coat comes to examine her body alone, she has to take off her clothes and then attach various instruments.

Seeing that the little shrine maiden's hand was on the collar of her white undergarment, intending to take off the last piece of clothing, Kujo Tetsu quickly reached out and pressed her shoulders down onto the sofa.

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"No need to take off your clothes, just reach out your hand."

A hint of doubt flashed in his wine-red eyes, but he quickly realized what was going on.

He openly and honestly extended his right arm in front of Kujo Toru.

They simply showed no intention of putting their clothes back on.

The inner garment was slightly long, just enough to cover the little witch's firm waist and hips.

Below that are perfectly stretched, unadorned legs.

Kujo Toru glanced at her unconsciously, then looked away, sighed, picked up the red hakama from the ground, and threw it onto her lap.

"Don't take off your clothes in front of strange men next time."

His feelings were like those of an old father trying to teach his ignorant daughter—helpless.

Is it because I'm too old mentally?

Kujo Tetsu always felt that he was surrounded by a group of troubled girls who needed to be taken care of.