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

With that figure standing up, only one person remained sitting in the classroom.

Without any command, all the phantoms spontaneously turned their heads to look at Kanako Kurusu.

Volume 1: Chapter 143 Burube, Yura Yura!

Feeling those cold gazes falling on me.

Kanako Kurusu broke out in a cold sweat.

My legs under the table were trembling.

She usually speaks her mind directly, which makes her very unpopular. But at this moment, she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

His sinister gaze remained fixed on her.

Various gruesome phantoms silently left their seats.

They surrounded her in the middle.

Kanako Kurusu really wanted to escape.

But that force held her firmly in place.

He could only watch helplessly as the group of phantoms drew closer and closer to him.

A look of ecstatic joy spread across his terrifying face.

Whisper.

Countless voices drilled into her head.

It's incredibly frustrating.

[A superfluous person].

These were the only words she could make out amidst the cacophony of whispers.

It was this word that made her understand what these phantoms wanted Yinglin Fin Shrimp to do.

She was chosen as the superfluous one in the substitution game!

A shiver ran through my body.

Suzumoto Mayu glanced at her face and tugged at her hair forcefully.

"Don't be afraid! I'll protect you!"

Then he jumped down from Kanako Kurusu's shoulder.

Hands on hips.

He looked up at the group of missing limbs and shadowy figures in front of him.

She stood in front of Kanako Kurusu.

Kanako Kurusu was able to discern a hint of disdain in that ferocious bear-like face.

Its body radiated dazzling golden particles.

It inexplicably gives people a warm and peaceful feeling.

Without even turning his head, he extended his hand directly, his words brimming with confidence:

"I'm not kidding, but these guys are so easy to deal with, I don't even need to lift a finger. I can take care of them in a minute."

"Really?!"

A new hope welled up in Kanako Kurusu's heart.

That palm-sized figure now appeared exceptionally tall in her eyes.

"of course."

Suzumoto Mayu held her head high and chest out:

"With just a slight movement from me, I reach a peak you can't even imagine."

"Now I'll show you just the tip of the iceberg of my strength."

Its small body seemed to be able to stand tall and upright.

Even though the boy at the front, whose head was half gone, had already reached out his hand to her.

Nails peeling off.

The fingertips were a deathly pale bluish-purple.

Suzumoto Mayu remained unfazed.

The dark button eyes reflected the surrounding scenery.

Extend both hands forward and clench them into fists.

The crisp sound echoed in the classroom:

"Burube, Yura Yura!"

Kanako Kurusu's eyes widened.

Behind Suzumoto Mayu, a pair of large hands silently reached out from the void.

She gripped the boy's wrist tightly.

Azure spiritual energy flowed between his palms.

Then Kanako Kurusu saw that the hideous boy's phantom image vanished completely in an instant.

Not a trace was left.

After all that was done, the large hands did not disappear.

Instead, he clenched his fists tightly, as if he were holding onto something.

Followed by.

Tear it open to both sides with force.

The entire classroom began to shake.

"Well then, this is my shikigami, Kujou the Demon King!"

Suzumoto Mayu stood tall and proud, surveying the surroundings with disdain:

"As for these things, go and say what you have to say to the Demon King Kujo!"

"Kujou the Demon King..."

Kanako Kurusu swallowed.

Under her tense and incredulous gaze, a dark slit was forcibly torn open in the space.

A strong wind swept through the classroom.

The ground is shaking.

The chandelier overhead was flashing.

The crimson sunset outside the window had also dimmed considerably.

Kanako Kurusu held her breath.

I watched helplessly as the black slit grew larger and larger.

Then.

A tall, slender figure walked straight in.

The uniforms of the Soubu High School fluttered in the wind.

The divine sword in his hand was exceptionally clear and bright.

He glanced at Kanako Kurusu, who was sitting in a chair.

I don't know if it was just her imagination.

She always felt that there was a murderous aura in those eyes.

Just standing there, you can feel a chilling sense of oppression.

Is this... the Demon King Kujo? How terrifying!

Kanako Kurusu was almost in tears from fright.

"What nonsense were you making up just now?"

Kujo Toru squinted at Suzumoto Mayu, who was standing on the desk.

Although he had just been outside, searching for the boundary between this mortal world and the outside world based on the shikigami contract with Suzumoto Mayu.

However, this does not mean that he was completely unaware of what was happening inside.

He heard all those incredibly awkward words and the slander against him.

"Uh……"

Suzumoto Mayu's face immediately fell: "You heard everything?"

"What do you say?"

Let me ask you a question in return.

It completely broke the little guy's heart.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'll definitely change next time!"

Suzumoto Mayu readily bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

However, Kujo Toru did not let her off so easily.

"From now on, you're only allowed to play on your phone for two hours a day, and I'll have to check your homework every night."

He casually swung his sword.

Another phantom was defeated on the spot.

Without looking at Suzumoto Mayu's pitiful expression, Kujo Toru turned around directly.

A bright, sparkling light shone in his eyes.

I looked around the classroom in front of me.

They didn't take the group of horribly injured phantoms in front of them seriously at all.

A moment later, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"So that's how it is."

"You already know about the problem here?"

Suzumoto Mayu climbed up Kurusu Kanako's arm, then used her hands and feet to grab the twin tails and get to the top of her head.

Putting aside the miserable days that were about to unfold before him, he looked at Kujo Toru with curiosity.

She was also very curious about the reasons for the formation of this mortal realm.

"Ah."

With his back to her, Kujo Toru glanced at the group of blank-faced phantoms before him and began to explain:

"This is not Yomiyama Middle School, or rather, it is not the real Yomiyama Middle School, but a false world created based on the Stand game."

Suzumoto Mayu tilted her head, pondering Kujo Toru's words.

In the past few days, she has also learned a lot about Shintoism at Seipu Taisha Shrine, and soon understood its meaning:

"Oh, I see. This is actually the Yomiyama Middle School that the readers of that book imagined."

Kujo Toru glanced at her, somewhat surprised.

It seems this little guy really absorbed the book.

He nodded, confirming her statement:

"Yes."

"This kind of imagination shouldn't have become a common occurrence, but the curse of Class 3-3 just hasn't dissipated, so the combination of these two factors has led to this situation."