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

"Was it that guy who woke you up?"

“Yes,” Yingbang pointed to the mask on his head, the scarlet eye pattern on it extremely conspicuous: “So, do you want to kill me here?”

A grin spread across his face, and his golden eyes fixed on Yato.

The murderous aura was released without restraint.

Volume 1: Chapter 164 The Truth is the Quickest Knife

That murderous aura... what a terrifying guy...

Yukine stood beside Yato, her body trembling slightly involuntarily.

Although it has the exact same face as Kujo-sama, the feeling it gives off is completely different.

The palpable killing intent made the air seem to smell of blood.

His eyes were filled with indifference to life, even when he asked Yato whether he should kill him, his gaze was cold and devoid of any emotion.

It was as if he wasn't talking about himself.

How could there be such a dangerous god?

"Now that you've finally woken up, can't you do something productive?"

Yato shifted his body slightly, shielding Yukine behind him and taking full advantage of the clam's murderous aura.

With his arms crossed in front of his chest, he appeared to be having a relaxed chat with an old friend, but in reality, he was on high alert and ready to strike at any moment.

"The real business? We are the Gods of Calamity, born and fallen in one place. Killing, fulfilling desires, and then being forgotten—this is the destiny of the Gods of Calamity."

"On the contrary, it's you, Yato."

At this point, the look in Yingbang's eyes as he looked at Yato was filled with disappointment:

"It's been hundreds of years, and it's gotten weaker."

His gaze passed over Yato's profile and went straight to Yukine:

"Even your divine artifact is weak and inadequate."

“I think my divine weapon is quite powerful, much more powerful than it was back then,” Yato said.

Nora immediately glared at him angrily.

Because back when Yato was still the God of Calamity, she was the most frequently used divine weapon.

Ignoring the angry glare, Yato smiled:

"How about it, want to give it a try?"

"Okay."

The clam readily agreed.

The two men stared at each other intently.

Yukine, hiding behind Yato, could see clearly that cold sweat was slowly trickling down behind Yato's ears.

Is this guy putting that much pressure on Yato?

In Yukine's mind, Yato often wandered the streets, picked up trash, took on sewer cleaning jobs, and always stayed overnight at shrines or temples without gods, making him seem like a layabout.

However, his strength is the only aspect that he is quite qualified.

In the past few days, while he was out searching for information with Yato, he had encountered Shika several times.

But no matter how many monsters there were, Yato always seemed confident and easily defeated them.

Aside from the time Bishamonten attacked, this was the first time he had seen Yato so serious.

"Let me make this clear first, the mission that guy gave me was to use this appearance to destroy the world."

Seemingly still dissatisfied with Yato's current state, Ebisu continued to speak, adding fuel to the fire for their impending deadly battle:

"If you can't kill me here, then this world is doomed."

Yato's eyes turned cold, and he remained silent.

I don't know what he's thinking.

However, at that moment, an aged voice suddenly rang out in the cramped storage room, interrupting the tense atmosphere between the two.

"I say, you two gods, stop for a moment and help me quickly, otherwise this world is truly beyond saving."

"Who is speaking?"

Yukine was still looking around, searching for the speaker, while the remaining three had all turned their attention to the box in the corner.

The clam took the straight sword into its hand. The powerful barrier on the scabbard was only used to defend against monsters and humans, and was useless to the gods.

The patterns on the bronze nameplate lit up, and a ball of light slowly floated out from it, emitting an ancient voice:

"This sword is no fake; it's the real Ame-no-Murakumo."

As it spoke, the ball of light floated between Yato and the clam, and continued:

"Seven hundred years ago, the greatest demon king of the Western Kingdom, Douya, accidentally obtained this demon sword. He specially crafted a scabbard, which is me, to seal it. At the same time, he simply renamed it. Do you understand?!"

"So, does that mean I really found the right one?"

The snail-clam revealed a chilling smile.

His right hand reached directly for the hilt, which was carved from the spine, ready to completely draw out this divine sword that was famous in mythology.

Seeing his actions, the ball of light became anxious and quickly tried to persuade him:

"Don't draw your sword! Cong Yunya's seal is nearing its limit, and I don't know how much longer it can hold!"

"Yukine!"

Yato moved quickly, reaching his right hand behind him and calling out the name of the sacred treasure.

A streak of light flew from behind him into his hand, transforming into a sheathless katana, with bandages wrapped around his wrist.

He leaped into the air and slashed down at the clam.

The gleaming blade illuminated the entire storage room.

Without holding back at all, they went straight for the opponent's vital points.

But the clam was faster, its hand already firmly gripping the hilt of the Kusanagi sword.

Nothing happened after that.

He wanted to say something more, but the blade was already upon him.

In desperation, the clam had no choice but to let go and throw the Kusanagi onto the floor, its right hand outstretched.

"Zero weapon!"

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

It briefly illuminated their faces.

Then, almost at the same time, the two raised their hands and exchanged a heavy punch.

boom!

Small ripples appeared in the air.

The clam retreated and crashed into a cabinet against the wall, scattering various items all over the floor, with wood chips and dust spreading everywhere.

Yato crashed into the sliding door behind him, the loud noise echoing in the silent room.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned their gaze to the Kusanagi, its sheath still embedded upside down in the wooden floor. Strangely, they didn't make a move, remaining locked in a stalemate.

"Sorry, sorry," the ball of light reappeared, "It's been too long, I forgot that gods can't use the Cloud Fang, but the two of you are indeed quite weak, not even as strong as the weakest great demon."

Two murderous gazes fell upon him.

Both the night-fighting beast and the snail clam were gritting their teeth.

In this day and age, the weakening power of the gods is a sore point for them.

Now they even dare to look down on a sword sheath.

"I'll cut this guy down first, you don't have any objections, do you, Yato?"

"Yes, let me finish you off!"

"No, no, no, no..." The ball of light quickly shrank back to the side of the Ama-no-Murakumo: "You two take me to find a powerful monster nearby and have it pull out the Kusanagi Fang to help me relieve some of the pressure, otherwise the seal will really break."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scabbard began to vibrate, and the light began to flicker.

"Hurry, hurry, I can't hold on any longer!"

The old voice was urgent, but a loud shout suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of the flashlight shone into the storage room.

"Who goes there!"

A somewhat thin old man held a broom in his right hand and nervously looked into the storage room.

The clattering and ransacking noise just now woke Qi from his sleep, and he quickly ran out to check the situation.

Behind him, Hiyori Iki stood next to a girl and immediately spotted the clam facing him, exclaiming in surprise:

"Lord Kujo?"

But she quickly realized what was going on.

The god before me could absolutely not be Lord Kujo.

Because the smells don't match at all!

Volume 1: Chapter 165 The Driver is Online

Hiyori Iki really didn't expect that she had just come to Kagome Higurashi today to learn about shrine management and things related to shrine maidens, and was also planning to stay overnight, and then she would run into this kind of thing by sheer coincidence.

It was almost as if it had been planned in advance.

Is this what Lord Kujo once said, "Those who can see the ordinary world will inevitably attract the things of the ordinary world"?

"Hiyori, you know them?!"

Upon hearing Hiyori Iki's exclamation, Kagome Higurashi immediately became alert and asked a question.

Their gazes fell on Yato and Ebisu, especially on the katanas they held.

That was definitely not a prop knife or anything like that; it was a real murder weapon.

In the dead of night, two men wielding weapons silently broke into my home, and it looked like they had been fighting.

Even more coincidentally, a classmate with whom I don't usually interact much actually stayed at my house for the first time today.

It's hard for Kagome not to make connections in this situation.

In his heart, he had already quietly included Hiyori Iki in his group.

Although she still couldn't figure out what was so valuable about her dilapidated shrine that she could possibly want, she reacted immediately:

"Grandpa, call the police!"

At the same time, he distanced himself from Hiyori Iki, grabbed the old man's shoulder, and pulled him to his side.

"Huh? Call the police?"

The old man looked somewhat bewildered.

He turned to look at his granddaughter, whose face was tense, and couldn't quite understand her reaction.

"Besides us and your friend, there's no one else in the room. It must be a stray cat that crawled into the storage room and rummaged through things."

"How could there be no one here!"

Kagome Higurashi was frantic. Had her grandfather finally progressed from being confused to having dementia?!

He pointed to Yato and his companion, who had stopped moving and were now facing off because of the sudden appearance of the three.

The voice was loud and urgent: