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

Faced with this sword light that seemed capable of splitting mountains and burning seas to cleanse all evil, there was very little she could do.

Extend both hands, palms loosely clenched.

The light flashed continuously, and she summoned all the divine artifacts that were still capable of fighting at once.

“Gua Ba! Shu Ba! Lan Ba! Ling Ba! Lu Ba! Yin Ba…”

She was covered in armor and a long dress again.

In the void, one divine artifact after another appeared.

The twin pistols that were once used, the rusty saber, the broken mirror, the single-edged greatsword that was as long as a person...

"Zhaoma!"

Another anxious call rang out.

The earring, having long understood its master's thoughts, began to fulfill its role as a beacon, guiding all the artifacts so that they could unleash their maximum power together with their master.

Gritting his teeth, the golden-haired god, hailed as the strongest war god, leaped high from the lion's back, wielding various divine artifacts, and faced the terrifying attack head-on.

She could only desperately try to force herself to accept it.

Otherwise, all the divine artifacts would be completely destroyed.

Unlike before, this guy's sword strike was serious; he didn't hold back at all.

If it's destroyed, it will truly be burned to ashes by those golden flames!

boom!

Thunder rumbled and boomed across the sky, stretching on and on.

Flames were splashing everywhere.

The violent air currents swept in all directions.

The trees on the entire mountain were almost instantly shredded.

Rocks tumbled down the mountain, and the earth trembled.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Although the main offensive was concentrated on Bishamonten's side, Yato, standing behind Kujo Toru, was also in trouble.

"The front line!"

He slashed forcefully in front of himself with the unsheathed katana in his hand.

A semi-transparent barrier suddenly appeared in front of them.

The gale-force winds, carrying pebbles, pounded against it relentlessly, making it teeter on the brink of collapse.

Hiyori Iki immediately squatted down on the spot and curled up into a ball.

In this battle between gods, this is all the little witch who has just entered this world can do.

Cracks appeared on the streamlined twin guns.

The horse-head saber was trembling violently.

The broken mirror was thrown directly into the air.

He had barely swung the single-edged greatsword once before he could no longer hold it.

The defensive line formed by the divine artifacts was ruthlessly torn apart.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

Finally, an even more violent shockwave exploded in mid-air.

The shockwave spread in all directions.

The lion rolled and flew out, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Only Bishamon stood there, panting heavily.

He looked at Kujo Toru, who had returned to his snow-white hunting robes, with lingering fear.

All her magical artifacts were severely damaged by that sword strike, and even she herself was not spared.

But in the end... they managed to block it, and not a single artifact perished.

"We made it through..."

Exhaustion surged through my empty body like a tidal wave.

Bishamonten's vision went black, and he collapsed headfirst, completely losing consciousness.

Peace was finally restored within the Seipu Shrine.

However, the once tranquil environment is no longer there.

Trees were uprooted, stone slabs were broken, and the scene was one of utter devastation.

Fortunately, Toru Kujo was very sensible and did not damage the building in the slightest.

Looking at Bishamonten lying unconscious at his feet, Yato turned his gaze to Kujo Toru and asked a rather important question:

"What do you say now? Are you going to dispose of the body?"

Kujo Toru's expression instantly became very subtle.

Why do I feel like I've heard this phrase before?

Volume 1: Chapter 158 Should I take this dress off too?

"He's not dead yet."

Shaking his head, Kujo Toru didn't dwell on the topic with Yato.

If it were Natsukawa Masaki or Iki Hiyori, he might still make a joke and teach some tips on disposing of a body.

But it was Yato who lured Bishamonten here.

The fact that they didn't beat him up was already out of consideration for the fact that the two of them could be considered comrades-in-arms.

He bent down, grabbed Bishamonten's slender waist, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and then walked towards the rear hall.

He also greeted Iki Hiyori, who had curiously come over:

"Hiyori, come with me and lend a hand."

Kujo Toru wanted to ask Bishamonten a good question about the divine incarnation she was searching for in the mortal realm.

Although his memory of the original plot of "Noragami" was vague, he vaguely remembered that this event did not occur in the original work.

Anything that could alarm the Heavens must be no small matter, and Kujo Toru desperately needs to know information about this.

It might be related to the Sword of Domination that is about to be unsealed.

That's what I thought, but this blonde Valkyrie has such a fiery temper and so many divine artifacts on her.

To prevent her from resisting and causing trouble, Kujo Toru needs to remove all the divine artifacts from her body first.

And that's where Hiyori Iki's help comes in.

"Oh."

And Hiyori Iki was very obedient.

After the incident of closing the Wind Cave that night, she now has unconditional trust in Kujo Toru.

Following Kujo Toru, they arrived at the empty rear hall.

In the battle just now, the shrine's buildings were not significantly affected because Yato's Ichisen and Kujo Toru controlled the direction.

Like tossing a sack, he casually tossed Bishamonten onto the tatami mat, making a dull thud.

Kujo Toru did not start immediately, but walked to the door and stopped Yato, who was also planning to come in:

"Keep an eye on the artifacts that will be thrown out later, and make sure they behave and don't cause trouble in my shrine."

Without waiting for Yato's reply, he closed the door and placed a seal on it.

Yato scratched his head, but eventually sat down with his back against the door.

He released Yukine from his restraints, and she transformed into a streak of light, flying out of his hand and returning to human form from her katana.

"How did it feel to witness a battle between gods for the first time?"

Upon hearing Yato's question, Yukine did not answer immediately, but instead turned her gaze forward.

Looking at the fallen trees and scattered rocks, his still-childish face turned somewhat pale.

Yukine has fought before, too.

In fact, the reason he became Yato's divine weapon was because Yato was being chased by a monster with his bare hands. In desperation, Yato discovered him and immediately formed a contract with him.

Last night, while doing a request with Yato, I also cleared out a few monsters.

At the time, his impression was that it was just so-so.

Anyway, Yato could easily kill him with a single stroke.

There wasn't any particular pressure.

It's completely different from what's described in myths and legends.

In addition, Yato himself was far beyond his stereotypes about gods, to the point that he thought all gods were like Yato, nothing special.

Even though he mentioned the closure of the Wind Cave last week, I didn't have any particular thoughts other than being impressed by Kujo Toru's sense of justice.

Even if there were a bunch of monsters that Yato could take down one by one with a single slash, they didn't seem to be that powerful.

Until Bishamonten came knocking on their door.

Only by truly confronting such a renowned and supreme deity can one truly feel that immense pressure.

Those are gods who crawled out of blood and fire, life and death.

Yukine even had a feeling that she could be broken at any moment and meet her own death.

However, these pressures are insignificant compared to the battle just now.

Even just watching from the sidelines, he felt himself trembling.

Brilliant, magnificent, terrifying, solemn.

After witnessing a battle between gods that perfectly matched her impressions, Yukine realized her past shallowness.

So much so that he could no longer look directly at the fallen god beside him.

Yukine really finds it hard to imagine that Yato could have such a dignified side.

"Is this... a god?"

He murmured something under his breath, which Yato overheard.

A barely suppressed smile involuntarily curved the corners of his lips; he was finally satisfied.

Hmph, you little brat who slandered me every day, now you finally know what's what, huh?

Although he was merely watching the battle from the sidelines, Yato couldn't help but stand tall, being a fellow god and comrade-in-arms.

Just as I was about to take this opportunity to teach this blond-haired kid a lesson, there was already movement behind the door.

"Um, Lord Kujo, do you have to take this off too?"

A somewhat confused voice rang out from Hiyori Iki.

“Take it off, that’s a magic weapon.”

Kujo Toru's response was rather bland.

It's like talking about what to eat tonight.

Yato's ears perked up instantly, and he began to listen for any sounds inside.

"What about this one?"

"She took it off too."

"Where's the skirt?"

"Take it off."