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

Kanako Kurusu could clearly feel the resentment emanating from the other person.

My brain, which had just recovered, was about to shut down again.

Open your mouth.

But before she could even utter a sound, the teddy bear had already extended its right hand and slapped her hard across the face again.

He forcibly forced the scream back down.

"If you keep howling, I'll leave you here to fend for yourself!"

Suzumoto Mayu spoke in an annoyed tone.

She remembered clearly that when she sneaked over, the girl actually called her a mouse.

In short, it's outrageous.

She's already made a mental note of this grudge.

Volume 1: Chapter 142 Even dead people have to attend classes!

In the end, Kanako Kurusu obediently nodded and shut her mouth.

It wasn't because she was forced to submit to Suzumoto Mayu's threats, but because of the illusory figure that appeared outside the window and was walking this way.

She had no idea where she was or when she had arrived.

However, it is clear that this is not the cursed building.

Because she was in a classroom.

The surface of the desk was blackened, as if it had been scorched by flames.

A student list was posted on the wall, but the specific names were crossed out in red ink.

The only thing that could be clearly seen was "Class 3, Grade 3" on the top of the chart.

Class 3, Grade 3?!

His body froze.

His brown eyes reflected the blood-red glow of the setting sun.

Kanako Kurusu thought of a very incredible and terrifying possibility.

Turning his head to look at the tiny doll that was moving its arms and legs on his shoulder, his voice was dry:

"This...could this be...Yomiyama Middle School?"

Although Suzumoto Mayu looks terrifying, she hasn't actually done anything dangerous to her yet. Unconsciously, Kanako Kurusu has already categorized her as an ally in her mind.

I instinctively started asking her questions.

Suzumoto Mayu nodded, then shook her head.

He said ambiguously, "It could be Yomiyama Middle School, but it's unlikely to be Yomiyama Middle School."

The strange words completely confused Kanako Kurusu.

However, Suzumoto Mayu showed no intention of explaining anything to her.

This matter is indeed very complicated. Not to mention a lazy, good spirit like her, even Kujo Toru himself is not quite sure.

When he went to Yachidochi City to exterminate the black raccoon, Kujo Tetsuya also visited the former site of Yomiyama Junior High School.

At the time, he did not feel any resentment or foulness.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't have become a permanent world.

However, according to Hikaru Kobayashi, who experienced the Stand game firsthand, he did enter the Tokoyo of Yomiyama Middle School and only managed to escape with the help of a girl wearing an eyepatch.

Furthermore, the former site of Yomiyama Middle School is dozens of kilometers away from the Cursed Building.

The mortal world and the present world are just like the front and back of a mirror. How can two places that have nothing to do with each other be connected?

That's why Kujo Toru came to the Cursed Building to investigate the situation on-site.

As it happened, they ran into Makishima Saori and two others who were playing a substitution game.

Thus, Suzumoto Mayu, who had just finished a short vacation with Natsukawa Masuzu, was ruthlessly thrown out by Kujo Toru.

Seeing that Kanako Kurusu was about to enter the world of the dead, he rushed out, grabbed her shoulder, and followed her here.

More and more illusory, semi-transparent figures gathered outside the window.

Even though she didn't understand the situation, Kanako Kurusu instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

She wanted to find somewhere to hide, instead of sitting here like this.

They were just like... students waiting for class!

"Don't just sit there, find somewhere to hide!"

Suzumoto Mayu tugged hard on her ear, reminding her of something.

The pain brought Kanako Kurusu back to her senses.

She tried to stand up, but an invisible force held her firmly in place.

Her body simply did not obey her will.

Beads of cold sweat began to appear on my forehead.

Her voice trembled with tears: "Kanako can't move!"

The clock on the podium kept ticking.

With each tick of the scarlet second hand, her heart beat once.

The air in the classroom seemed to grow heavy.

The sound of overlapping footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The illusory figures began to move.

Under Kanako Kurusu's terrified gaze, they walked towards the classroom of Class 3-3.

"Then there's nothing we can do but sit here and wait."

Suzumoto Mayu spread out her bear paw.

He looked resigned and resigned.

Or rather, they are fearless because they have nothing to lose.

Wait?

A hint of confusion flashed through Kanako Kurusu's mind, and she wanted to ask more questions, but what happened next made her swallow her words.

Because the slightly ajar classroom door was pushed open.

A gentle-looking girl wearing glasses walked in lightly.

Even indoors, she still held a white umbrella in her hand.

The sharp tip of the umbrella was stained with mottled blood.

Strands of viscous liquid flowed down her slender neck.

A large, transparent hole in her throat caused Kanako Kurusu to experience phantom pain.

I instinctively covered my neck.

His eyes widened, his gaze fixed intently on the umbrella.

Could it be that it pierced through me with this thing...?

After the girl entered the classroom, she completely ignored Kanako Kurusu, who had been forced to sit at the very back.

It was as if she didn't exist at all.

I went straight to the leftmost seat in the first row and sat down.

She simply continued to hold the white umbrella in her hand.

And this is just the beginning.

Then, more translucent phantoms entered.

A boy whose head was severed by a sharp weapon, leaving only half of his head.

A girl whose head was smashed so flat that her facial features were completely unrecognizable.

The students were covered in soot and seemed to smell of burning.

A boy covered in blood, his chest pierced by a tree branch.

……

Kanako Kurusu trembled.

His face was pale.

My stomach is churning.

She saw all sorts of ways to die.

Many of them were things she had never even heard of before.

But they only have one thing in common.

That is, the appearance of these phantoms was extremely tragic.

Compared to the others, the girl who walked in first was actually the gentlest one among them.

When the ghostly figures could no longer be seen outside the window, the once empty classroom was now filled with "people".

Being in the same room with these things, Kanako Kurusu could only cover her mouth tightly.

Because she was afraid she might accidentally scream.

Although no one paid any attention to her.

They all kept their heads down, remaining silent and making no movement.

He just sat there blankly.

The classroom appeared bustling, but inside it was deathly silent.

It felt like attending a silent funeral.

A shadowy figure of a middle-aged man appeared at the doorway.

On his gaunt face, his eyes bulged out, their pupils bloodshot.

There was also a bluish-purple ligature mark around his neck.

He stepped onto the podium and placed his hands on the edge of the table:

"Get ready for class. We'll start by taking attendance."

Roll call?!

People are dead, yet they still have to attend classes?!

A very strange thought flashed through Kanako Kurusu's mind.

The middle-aged teacher on the podium has already started reading out the names:

"Sakuragi Yukari".

The girl holding the umbrella stood up.

A muffled sound came from the pierced throat.

"Junta Nakao".

The boy whose upper half of his head had disappeared stood up.

that's it.

Every time the middle-aged teacher read out a name, a corresponding ghostly figure would stand up.

Like silent tombstones.

In the end, the list was read to its last name.