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

The paper door was pulled open, and the little shrine maiden stood prettily in front of Genji, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

She didn't know why her brother had come to see her so late.

Soon, her face lit up, and she held up her notepad.

Want to play games?

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head and declined her invitation.

Thank goodness, nothing bad has happened yet, and the cabbage hasn't been trampled on.

He glanced up and down, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but soon, that breath got stuck in his throat, neither spitting it out nor swallowing it down.

He noticed that Erii Uesugi's belt was slightly askew.

His face froze instantly.

My teeth are about to break.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

He really wanted to draw his sword and tear that bastard to pieces.

But he couldn't get through it.

I'm so angry!

With no other options, he could only give his own cabbages some serious advice:

"You must take good care of yourself when you go there, okay!"

"If anyone dares to touch you, just use your Word of Power to chop off their hand. Anyway, they're not at home!"

"Especially that bastard Kujo Toru, we must be extra careful!"

Unfortunately, Erii Uesugi seemed distracted.

He didn't listen to a word he said.

Instead, she was thinking about what Kujo Toru had said about taking her to the school festival in September.

Yuan Zhisheng looked helpless and felt very sad.

It's just like a helpless older brother watching his younger sister recklessly get on the back of the yellow-haired ghost fire.

Mihama Ward, Chiba City.

Time quietly slipped into three in the morning.

Night has fallen to its deepest point.

All was quiet; the entire city had fallen into a deep sleep.

The evening breeze carried a faint smell of the sea, scattering the dust on the road.

Makishima Saori, carrying a large bag, took off her usual round-framed glasses and let her hair down as she looked at the building in front of her.

The square, reinforced concrete building lay prostrate in the darkness.

It looks like an upright coffin.

The wind howled mournfully as it passed through the window frame, which had no glass.

Just one glance at it sends chills down your spine.

"Kanako, are we really going to play this substitution game here?"

Saori Makishima's voice was trembling.

I would rather die than take even half a step forward.

"Of course!"

The crimson-haired girl with twin tails, whose height barely reached Makishima Saori's chest, certainly looked impatient.

"You said you wanted to have a rehearsal before the offline meetup for the Otaku Girls Alliance the day after tomorrow, are you planning to back out?"

"You were the one who approached my sister first. Because we couldn't gather enough people, I reluctantly came to help!"

Another girl, whose face was remarkably similar to the girl with twin ponytails, tried to smooth things over:

"Well, it's just that this place is quite scary, and I'm scared too."

"Master..."

Makishima Saori looked at the girl who had spoken up to help with gratitude.

As the organizer of the Otaku Girls Alliance, she specially organized a meet-up for fans of "Summer, Fireworks and Me Under the Tree" in the group the day after tomorrow.

This was also the first offline meeting of the Otaku Women's Alliance, so she wanted to make it as good as possible.

After much thought, she decided to organize a stand-in game based on the book as a special event.

However, this was her first time playing this kind of spirit communication game, and she had no experience. She was afraid that something might go wrong, so she thought she would rehearse it once first to gain some experience.

However, the Stand Game requires at least three people to start, so she specifically sought help from her master, Kanata Kurusu.

When her younger sister, Kanako Kurusu, heard about this, she insisted on helping and even set the location as the cursed building.

"If you're all scared, then forget it." Kanako Kurusu said nonchalantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Anyway, you'll be the one scrambling and messing up the party, not me."

Volume 1: Chapter 139 Let's choose this place then.

Having been pushed to this point, Makishima Saori had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue.

Although Kanako Kurusu's words were harsh, ultimately, she really was the root of the problem.

It was she who asked her master to come to the other side for help.

You can't just back down when things are about to happen, can you?

Doesn't this seem like they're deliberately playing with these two people?

With that thought in mind, Makishima Saori gritted her teeth and looked up at the abandoned building in front of her.

The cement walls were completely exposed, without even a roof.

With no shelter or railings around them, the dark windows silently watched the three people.

As the night breeze, carrying the dampness of the sea, blew by, Makishima Saori felt her legs trembling.

The little bit of courage that had just emerged was immediately taken away.

"Um, Kanako, can't we go somewhere else?"

His tall body was now curled up like a child.

Makijima Saori's voice trembled slightly as she tried to bargain with Kurusu Kanako.

On the contrary, Kanako Kurusu, who looked about the same age as an elementary school student, showed no fear and helplessly covered her forehead:

"How do we change it? The substitute game requires an empty, uninhabited building, and this place is the most suitable one."

"You can't expect us to sneak out of the school in the middle of the night, can you? Or are you planning to find an abandoned factory in the old industrial area?"

"Well……"

Saori Makishima let out a muffled groan, utterly powerless to refute.

However, Kanako Kurusu did not let her go and continued to pursue her:

"That place is too remote, and it's late at night. There are three of us girls. I think the probability of encountering bad guys and getting into trouble is much higher than the probability of actually bumping into something like that in a stand-in game."

"In comparison, although this cursed building is rumored to be terrifying, at least it is in the center of Mihama Ward, which is safer than the factory."

Makishima Saori buried her head completely in her chest.

Because every word Kanako Kurusu said made perfect sense, it was clear that she had considered it beforehand.

This makes her, the initiator, seem like a hindrance.

I'm actually a bit older than her.

"Alright, let's hurry up and go inside."

Kanata Kurusu, who was about the same height and looked similar to Kanako Kurusu, but much gentler, clapped her hands to ease Saori Makishima's embarrassment:

"The substitute game requires it to start at 3:30. If it drags on any longer, there might not be enough time."

"Let's go, let's finish quickly so we can go back to sleep. I have school tomorrow."

Kanako Kurusu turned her head, her twin tails swaying in the air.

He ran towards the unfinished building in front of him.

The other two quickly followed.

As soon as they stepped into the building, a smell of dust filled their nostrils and mouths.

The ruined hall was filled with square concrete load-bearing columns, hidden in the darkness, like motionless human figures.

Makijima Saori pulled a flashlight from her backpack and illuminated the surroundings.

In the corner, there was a pile of scaffolding that had begun to rot.

A few pieces of waterproof cloth, their original color completely obscured, lay scattered on the ground.

Water was still dripping from the cracks in the cement slabs on the ceiling, and the sound could be clearly heard in the quiet, empty space.

Saori Makishima's face froze.

The rumors about this cursed building came back to mind.

It is said that this building was originally intended to be built into a shopping center, but strange things have happened repeatedly since construction began.

Rumor has it that the developer even invited a high-ranking monk from the Tiantai school to perform a ritual, but unfortunately, it had no effect whatsoever.

Ultimately, just as the project was nearing completion, the developer went bankrupt and jumped directly from the top floor.

Then this place was put on hold.

Others considered taking over the business, but as soon as they did, various problems began to arise.

Over time, the rumor that "this building is cursed" spread and its reputation grew louder and louder.

Some YouTubers who specialize in exploration or outdoor adventure have even come here to explore. Makishima Saori doesn't know if they are genuine or just putting on a show, but all sorts of strange things do happen frequently.

For example, the dark shadows wandering around the building.

A piercing, mournful scream emanating in the middle of the night.

The vengeful spirit of a samurai wielding a katana lingers here, seeking out intruders to test their skills.

Rumors like these.

As a result, no one dares to set foot here anymore, and even nearby residents will take a detour.

Although Makijima Saori, a high school student of the new era, did not believe in these supernatural things, after actually arriving here, these seemingly plausible rumors appeared to have gained some credibility.

"Don't just stand there, come quick!"

Kanako Kurusu's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Makishima Saori subconsciously looked up and shone her flashlight on the object.

The other person was standing on the stairs leading to the next floor, waving and urging her on.

In the pale light, Kanata Kurusu looked at her with a face full of worry:

"Saori, if you're really scared, just skip it. It's fine to just have an offline meetup where we can all go shopping and chat together. There's no need to force yourself like this."

“No way!” Makishima Saori immediately refused. “This is the first offline gathering of the Otaku Girls Alliance. I must leave a deep impression on them.”

"...Well...good luck."

Kurushi Kanata sighed softly and walked towards his younger sister.

Saori Makishima took a deep breath.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Vengeful spirits and such are nothing but rumors from an era of ignorance.

With information so readily available these days, I've never actually encountered a vengeful spirit, right?