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

He disliked the other person's gaze.

The way a senior looks at a junior.

"This is Zhaoma, just like you, it's a divine artifact..."

Yato subconsciously offered an explanation, then suddenly came to his senses.

I remembered something very important.

Since Zhaoma is here, then his troublesome master must be...

He looked at the other person with a slight headache.

Zhao Ma understood what he meant and nodded helplessly.

"Yes, my master is here on the orders of [Heaven] to investigate something and, incidentally, to hunt you down."

"If possible, I hope that you, Lord Yato, can prepare as soon as possible, and it would be best if you could leave this city immediately..."

He was an insider of the incident back then and owed Yato a debt of gratitude, so he specially came to tip him off in advance.

Damn it! That crazy woman!

Yato gritted his teeth.

After all these years, who doesn't know who?

They even came to hunt me down.

Perhaps it was just a side effect of Heaven's order!

He let out a soft sigh.

The wind cave had only been open for a few days when that crazy woman came after them.

This city is in such a terrible state.

Could it be that he caught Xiao Fu's bad luck?

By the time he came to his senses, Zhaoma had already disappeared.

It has obviously returned to its master.

Only Xueyin stood beside him, watching him:

"You're doing terribly among the gods."

Yato's face instantly darkened.

"Without its own shrine, I have to stay at other people's places at night. During the day, I just wander around the streets collecting mineral water bottles, and occasionally take on jobs like unclogging sewers or finding lost cats. It's so different from the gods I imagined..."

As Yukine combed through the hair strand by strand, Yato's body grew increasingly stiff.

Facts don't lie, and the truth is the sharpest knife.

Compared to his peers, he seems, appears, might, or probably is indeed doing a little bit poorly.

Even Xiao Fu at least has a house to stay in, and the magical Da Hei to take care of her.

As for him, he was constantly on the move, enduring hardships and sleeping in the open, and was even rejected by the divine artifact.

"And now you even have enemies chasing after you..." Xueyin looked at him suspiciously with her orange eyes, posing a probing question:

"Yato, are you really a god, or some yakuza thug?"

The power of language directly broke down Yato's defenses.

He seemed to have lost all color.

The heart is ashamed.

However, as a god who had lived for thousands of years, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

He looked intently at Yukine.

The atmosphere in the alley suddenly became serious.

"What's wrong with you... why are you acting like this all of a sudden..."

Yukine instinctively took two steps back.

I'm somewhat afraid of Yato's current appearance.

"It seems that my joking around these days has caused you to misunderstand me."

Yato took a deep breath:

"I'm laying my cards on the table. I'm not pretending anymore. It's time for you to know what kind of god I really am!"

Gurgle.

Swallowed.

Xueyin's orange eyes were filled with tension and anticipation.

Have you heard the story of how this city almost fell to the underworld last week?

Qingzu Grand Shrine.

The courtyard, which was originally full of withered branches and fallen leaves, is now clean and tidy.

The greenish handwashing basin was also kept crystal clear.

The spider webs on the eaves of the main hall have also disappeared.

Hiyori Iki walked straight to the rear hall, which had been cleaned up.

It was very rudimentary.

There was only a simple coffee table on the tatami mat and a wardrobe against the wall; nothing else.

But that's quite normal.

After all, Hiyori Iki doesn't live here, and Toru Kujo himself isn't here either, so there's absolutely no need to tidy up the furniture.

She closed the door, drew the curtains, and began to remove her school uniform.

She then went to the wardrobe, took out a specially made red and white shrine maiden outfit, and slowly put it on.

His fair skin was gradually covered by clothing.

After putting on the ruban (a type of traditional Chinese jacket) and securing the feiba (another type of traditional Chinese jacket), the girl vigorously combed her long hair, revealing the smooth nape of her neck, and then tied it up with white sandalwood paper.

After doing all this, Hiyori Iki finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This was her first time being a priestess.

At first, it took me half a day just to figure out how to wear these clothes.

Even now, I'm not very skilled at it.

I hope I won't embarrass the gods.

Taking out her phone and turning on the front-facing camera, Hiyori looked at her own face in the image, feeling somewhat insecure.

After the deity left that night, she found the purification shrine the next day.

It's strange, really. It's such a big shrine, but she's never heard of it before.

It's the same on the map; there's only one place marked there, but nobody notices it at all.

However, she quickly came to terms with it.

After all, this is a place that truly worships the gods, so it's normal for some supernatural phenomena to occur.

"A week has passed. The deity should be back today, right? I think I did a decent job, didn't I?"

Pushing open the door to the back hall, Hiyori Iki went to the office to get a broom and began sweeping the fallen leaves.

For the entire week, she did only one thing at Seifu Taisha Shrine.

clean.

The original situation was really terrible, like an abandoned shrine.

It took Hiyori Iki a lot of effort to clean this place up.

And she did everything herself without letting anyone else interfere.

Her idea was very simple.

Since she is the priestess of the gods, it is perfectly reasonable for her to clean the entire shrine.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

The sun gradually rose to its zenith.

The sunlight became dazzling, and the temperature began to rise.

Hiyori Iki straightened up and exhaled a heavy breath of white air.

Even though it was winter, after cleaning the entire courtyard, her forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

but.

Looking at the spotless courtyard, she felt all her fatigue disappear.

"Take a break."

Rubbing her shoulders, Iki Hiyori walked back to the corridor in the back hall and sat down. Suddenly, she remembered the post that her two friends had been discussing earlier.

The deity in snow-white hunting robes wielding two swords—isn't that Lady Mijima Jōfu no Mikoto?

She cares about this a lot.

Just as I took out my phone to search for that post, a very familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

"I am back."

Kujo Toru greeted the shrine maiden in front of him.

Volume 1: Chapter 150 The Sword of World Domination

"Master Yujima Jōsūmei!"

Hiyori Iki's eyes widened slightly.

A look of surprise appeared on his face.

He quickly stood up, placed his hands together in front of his lower abdomen, and respectfully bowed.

Kujo Toru then remembered that when he came to this world last time, he was in such a hurry to use Hiyori Iki's body to close the Wind Tunnel that he didn't have time to tell her his real name.

"Just call me Kujo Toru."

Mijima Jōfu no Mikoto is ultimately the name of a deity enshrined at the Seifu Taisha Shrine in the real world, not the deity himself.

That night, it was only used temporarily because the situation was quite urgent.

"Yes, Lord Kujo."

Hiyori Iki readily agreed, showing no surprise whatsoever.

After all, the names of deities are quite complex, and it is not unusual for the same deity to have multiple names.

For example, Yamato Takeru has both the divine name of Yamato Takeru and the worldly name of Ousui Takeru.

Kujo-sama is probably the same way.

This is actually quite good; it makes the way we address each other feel much more intimate.

The girl felt a little secretly pleased.

"By the way, did you clean the entire shrine?"

Kujo Toru looked around. The shrine was spotless, clearly having been carefully cleaned.

Aside from Hiyori Iki, he couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing.

It couldn't possibly be that poor, idle Yato who had nothing better to do.

"Uh-huh."

Hiyori Iki nodded vigorously.

"Thanks a lot."