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

Suzumoto Mayu sat cross-legged on top of Kurusu Kanako's head, responding earnestly.

He bears a striking resemblance to Toru Kujo.

"So even if you don't go to Yomiyama Middle School, you can still enter this world because its real medium is actually the Stand Game, right?"

As she spoke, she nodded to herself:

“I knew it. This explains why these phantoms are just empty shells and not real vengeful spirits.”

Volume 1: Chapter 144 Don't Bow Your Head, Tears Will Fall

"You still can't move?"

Kujo Toru turned his gaze to Kanako Kurusu, who was sitting in a chair, a hint of confusion flashing across his face.

When he arrived, he had already removed the restraints from her, so she should be able to move around now.

After all, this is just a false, illusory world, and it's not very solid.

He could even force his way in after he had pinpointed the location.

"Huh?"

Kanako Kurusu responded blankly.

She was just trying to figure out the meaning of their conversation.

She had never heard of the concepts of "the eternal world" or "empty shell."

At this moment, Kujo Toru reminded her, and she subconsciously raised her hand, only to find that she had regained her ability to move.

"It can move!"

She stood up in surprise.

He used too much force and his knee slammed directly into the corner of the table.

Kanako Kurusu gasped.

She hopped several steps, one hand holding her foot, tears welling in her eyes.

Seeing her full of energy, Kujo Toru felt relieved and turned to look at the phantoms that were eyeing them menacingly.

These things have no intelligence whatsoever; they are not even as good as vengeful spirits.

If we use a game as an example, they are simply constructed NPCs that only act according to the rules of the substitute game.

The hands form the Wisdom Fist Mudra in front of the body.

A surge of azure spiritual energy.

"List!"

Simple syllables echoed in the air.

A bright flash illuminated the dimly lit classroom.

It directly suppressed the blood-red sunset outside the window.

Kanako Kurusu couldn't care less about her feet.

He quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

Even so, she could still see the blinding light.

She only opened her eyes when the light dimmed.

The classroom returned to its empty state.

The phantoms all disappeared.

Only the tables and chairs remained in their original positions, without the slightest change.

The clock on the wall also stopped.

Wisps of black smoke were dissipating into the air.

Looking at Kujo Toru's expressionless profile, it was as calm as someone seeing trash on the street and casually picking it up and throwing it into the trash can.

Kanako Kurusu swallowed hard.

Is that all?

He spoke cautiously:

"Kujou Ma..."

A stinging sensation came from my hair.

Suzumoto Mayu tugged at her hair tightly.

Seeing that Kujou Toru's gaze swept over, he immediately realized what he was doing and quickly changed his words:

"Lord Kujo, Kanako has two companions. Could you please save them?"

"Okay, stay close to me and don't wander off."

Kujo Toru nodded.

Kanako Kurusu was overjoyed.

She quickly followed behind him.

The two walked out of the classroom together.

The corridor is very long.

The crimson light streaming through the windows on both sides cast eerie shadows on the ground.

There was no sign of life.

Kanako Kurusu walked quickly, her eyes fixed on Toru Kujo's back, as if afraid that if she fell one step, she would be swallowed by the darkness.

Although the layout of this teaching building was exactly the same as the old site of the Eighth Street City he had visited before, the only difference was that the space was strangely large.

It defies common sense, but it conforms to common sense.

Because this story is based on the curse of Class 3-3, and is constructed by the reader's imagination.

Space is stretched by fear.

We arrived at the corner on the second floor.

Kujo Toru suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He grabbed Kanako's hand from behind and pulled her forcefully toward him.

A sharp utility knife sliced ​​through the air.

They passed directly through the place where Kanako Kurusu had originally been.

A male phantom emerged from inside the wall.

His head was hanging in front of his chest, and his cervical spine was broken.

His head swayed as he walked.

The arm retracted, and blood seemed to flow from the blade of the utility knife, ready for the next attack.

But Kujo Toru didn't want to give him that chance.

"Let me do it! Let me do it!"

Suzumoto Mayu spoke excitedly.

Kanako Kurusu's twin tails turned into ribbons in her hands, constantly waving in the air.

She wanted to prove that she hadn't just been playing around while she was with Natsukawa Masuzu these past few days, and that she had also been working hard to complete the homework left by Kujo Toru.

"Really? Then come on over."

Kujo Toru glanced at her suspiciously.

However, it's always a good thing for a child to have initiative, so instead of speaking, she quietly stepped aside and let Suzumoto Mayu begin her performance.

"Kanako, watch closely! I'll only use this move once!"

After receiving Kujo Toru's approval, Suzumoto Mayu was full of energy.

Extend both hands.

Clench both hands into fists

Golden particles continuously overflowed from his body.

It made her appear quite sacred.

"The myriad profound mysteries, this is..."

Just when Kanako Kurusu thought she was going to harass Yura Yura again, a strong wind swept through the corridor.

A violent current of air swirled between Suzumoto Koko's hands.

The distortion of light can be faintly seen.

"God! Sand! Storm!"

The furry bear face seemed to harden.

He threw out both fists.

Two streams of air immediately landed on the boy's illusory image.

The wind was as sharp as a knife.

Golden particles intertwined with black energy.

The stalemate lasted less than a second before the phantom was shredded into pieces, quickly dissipating and disappearing completely.

"Wow...that's amazing..."

Kanako Kurusu's eyes widened.

Compared to the blinding light that Kujo Toru used when he made his move, Suzumoto Mayu's attack was far more shocking.

"Hmph, huh, huh?"

Suzumoto Mayu stood with her hands on her hips, looking extremely smug.

Then a finger flicked hard across her forehead.

He instinctively covered his forehead with both hands and looked up at the culprit.

Kujo Toru's face was very dark.

If a single wind talisman can transform into divine sandstorm, then if we learn binding spells in the future, will we have to call it the Chains of Heaven?!

They've only been with Natsukawa Masami for two days and they've already turned out like this. It seems I'll have to keep a close eye on these two from now on.

"From now on, you will reduce your phone usage time by another half hour."

"Hey, why..."

Suzumoto Mayu spoke with a wronged tone, but seeing Kujo Toru's outstretched finger, she could only swallow the rest of her words.

They were forced to accept the punishment of being suddenly pulled into a higher gear.

Continue walking down the stairs.

A thick fog gradually appeared in the air.

After hesitating for a long time, Kanako Kurusu finally reached out and grabbed Toru Kujo's backpack strap to prevent herself from getting separated from him.

As soon as they reached the second-floor corridor, the two heard a continuous scream.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, getting closer and closer.

Accompanying this was a rather eerie piece of music.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya..."

The intense electronic beats are mixed with distorted chanting.

"It's Saori!"