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

It resembles a large white cat crouching in the night.

He casually picked up a stone.

She planned to knock the boy unconscious by surprise, drag him to the street, and then call the police to handle the situation.

As for psychic games? Nothing is more important than saving lives!

But before she could put her plan into action, the boy suddenly stood up and walked straight toward the school gate.

Without thinking, Natsukawa Masaki instinctively hid.

She then realized what was happening.

Wait a minute, I was planning to do a good deed, so why am I hiding like a bad guy?

But watching the boy's next move, she felt like a cat was scratching inside her.

Curiosity has reached its peak.

What is this person trying to do? Coming to Haneyama High School in the middle of the night, is he here to participate in a psychic game? Or does he have some other purpose?

Detective? Black Organization? Stand User?

The night breeze caressed Natsukawa Masaki, ruffling her long, silvery-white hair.

She tiptoed behind Kujo Toru without making a sound.

Natsukawa Masaki is very confident.

Even if it's just a rudimentary tracking technique, most people wouldn't be able to spot her.

Seeing Kujo Toru enter the dark schoolyard, she didn't think twice and rushed in after him.

Volume 1: Chapter 17 Please Let Me Go

As soon as he stepped through the school gate, Natsukawa Masami felt the night grow even darker.

Hiding in a blind spot in the flowerbed, I subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Thick clouds covered the sky.

Not a ray of light could be seen.

The campus was completely dark, without a single light.

The tall teaching building lay prostrate in the darkness, only a vague shadow could be seen.

It gives off a rather strange feeling.

It's so close, yet it seems so far away.

Natsukawa Masaki was so engrossed in watching that he couldn't help but stare.

It wasn't until the night wind blew against her exposed arms, sending a shiver through her body, that she came to her senses.

Oh no, where's that guy?!

She panicked and quickly stood up, searching for Kujo Toru's figure.

Fortunately, Natsukawa Masaki's dazed state didn't last long.

Squinting, I searched around and finally spotted a blurry black shadow under a tree in the courtyard.

Try to make your footsteps as quiet as possible, and carefully make your way towards the corner.

It wasn't until they were only seven or eight meters apart that she finally saw the true form of the dark figure.

I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

It really was that guy; thankfully, I didn't lose him.

Hiding behind a tree trunk, Natsukawa Masaki quietly peeked out to observe Kujo Toru.

The other person reached into their backpack, seemingly looking for something.

The night breeze carried his voice intermittently into Natsukawa Masaki's ears:

"...They don't seem to be done yet, maybe we should return the things first..."

Then Kujo Toru finally pulled his hand out.

Natsukawa Masaki strained his eyes to finally make out the shape of the object in his hand in the darkness.

It was a strangely shaped pendant, like an eye-shaped sphere with limbs that looked like lines.

Ugly-cute.

"I think I vaguely remember..."

Natsukawa Masaki felt like she had seen this thing somewhere before.

But before she could think further, Kujo Tetsuya acted.

They moved quickly and had a clear goal.

It is the teaching building.

Natsukawa Masaki quickly followed behind.

My mind is filled with a multitude of thoughts.

"They're not done yet," does this person still have companions at school?

But the school was so quiet, it didn't look like there was anyone else there...

Thinking of this, Natsukawa Masaki stiffened, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

She suddenly noticed a blind spot:

We're supposed to play a psychic game tonight. Besides the girl at the door, there should be five other people.

Logically speaking, these five people should have arrived at school long ago.

But where are the people?!

Kujo Toru had already pushed open the glass door of the teaching building and walked straight in.

Natsukawa Masuri abruptly stopped just before entering the room.

Her pale face was reflected in the glass.

The campus remained eerily silent.

A feeling of being unable to breathe welled up in my throat.

Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, and her full chest heaved violently.

Heavy breathing echoed in my ears.

Natsukawa Masaki could even hear her own heart pounding.

She could explain the fact that there wasn't a single light in the school by saying that these people were looking for an atmosphere or were trying to scare her, so they didn't turn on the lights.

But what's with this deathly silence?

There wasn't even a chirping of insects, let alone human voices.

It's June!

Logically, this should be the time when insects are most active!

She instinctively gripped the hem of her skirt.

Inside the glass, two sickly blushes appeared on her bloodless face.

His eyes, as blue as jewels, were filled with excitement and exhilaration.

It's a paranormal event!

Ghosts really do exist in this world!

But she quickly forced herself to calm down.

If it really is a paranormal event, then the first thing she needs to do now is leave this place.

Natsukawa Masaki turned around and walked away.

She just wanted to see ghosts; she wasn't willing to die.

We should at least wait until she brings all the traditional exorcism tools like prayer beads and talismans, and is fully prepared, before we investigate further.

only……

Suddenly, a thick black fog rose up in the campus, which was shrouded in darkness.

It sounds contradictory, but that's exactly what Natsukawa Masuzu saw.

The black mist stood out starkly against the night sky, interspersed with wisps of blood-red light.

A gust of cold wind blew towards the teaching building, causing Natsukawa Masaki to instinctively cover the hem of her pure white dress.

My whole body started to stiffen.

It felt like being outdoors in the dead of winter.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a blur before her eyes.

The next moment, he found himself on a very familiar staircase.

Her beautiful eyes blinked, and Natsukawa Masaki's face immediately fell.

Good news, there really are ghosts.

Bad news, this thing won't let her leave.

Looking back at the stairwell, all that could be seen was swirling black mist.

The road ahead is fraught with risks, and the path behind is also cut off.

Natsukawa Masaki sighed softly and had no choice but to grit her teeth and walk up the stairs.

Try jumping out of the corridor window on the second floor.

Although there's a risk of spraining my ankle, it's still better than staying here.

With her two long, fair legs swinging back and forth, Natsukawa Masuzu climbed to the second floor at her fastest speed, then rushed to the window and pulled it open!

It didn't budge.

"whispering sound."

He made a disgusted sound.

She knew that there was no way she could find a loophole in a scene like the one often seen in horror movies.

After tapping on the glass and testing its feel, Natsukawa Masaki abandoned the idea of ​​smashing the window with a heavy object.

It's more like a transparent steel plate than glass.

I glanced at my phone; the signal bars were empty.

This completely severed all contact with the outside world.

"That's really thorough."

Xia (20) Yin (3) wu fin (t) leek tumor 厁i 貳 chuan really cool no way out.

Although I haven't been upstairs yet, I estimate that it should be similar to the second floor.

All she can do now, besides protecting herself as much as possible, is hope of finding the boy who broke in first.

after all--

"That guy has a clear purpose and seems quite familiar with the situation here. He must be an exorcist who's here to solve the problem."

Natsukawa Masaki muttered to himself, his head bobbing from side to side as he paid attention to his surroundings.

Their footsteps were light and silent as they touched the floor.

Since paranormal events are not simply fictional, the exorcists and yin-yang masters who often appear alongside them must also exist in reality.

That mysterious young man is very likely that kind of person.

It should be..., right...?