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

"what?"

Hiyori Iki asked a question instinctively, her gaze falling on the wooden scabbard at her feet.

"There's no time to explain, jump! Follow that god and chase after the Ame-no-Kurakumo!"

The old man jumped up and down in a panic:

"I am the scabbard responsible for suppressing the Ama no Kusanagi, so I can be of some help! We absolutely cannot let it run to the other side of the well and find a human host, or we're doomed!"

"it is good!"

Upon hearing that this thing could help Lord Kujo, Hiyori Iki instantly snapped out of her daze.

Without much thought, he grabbed the wooden sheath, braced his left hand on the edge of the well, and jumped down after Kujo Toru.

Clams actively seek death.

Kujo Toru knew this.

Because when that sword struck, he saw with his own eyes that the clam neither dodged nor avoided, but willingly offered its heart, the only part not covered by the purple tentacles, to his sword.

It became the first and only great demon he defeated.

Moreover, under the cleansing of his spiritual power, even the Ama no Kusanagi itself suffered considerable damage.

This is a very rare opportunity.

Kujo Tetsu did not want to let this demonic sword slip away and bewitch others to become its hosts, thus stirring up bloodshed in the mortal world once again.

So even though his spiritual energy was nearly depleted, he still chased after Amazuma after he saw him run into the shrine and jumped into the ancient well after him.

We must seize this opportunity to eliminate this demonic sword!

He couldn't gamble that the next host would be like the clam, not only able to resist the control of the Kusanagi, but also choosing to give up its life.

For some unknown reason, the ancient well was completely dark, without a trace of light, as if the light was swallowed up by something as soon as it reached the well opening.

Kujo Toru was not surprised at all.

It's quite normal that this ancient well possesses supernatural properties, given that it survived the terrifying aftermath of the battle and that Ama-no-Kurakumo fled here immediately.

But what truly surprised him was that the wonders of the ancient well seemed to end there.

There was no fluctuation of power, no dazzling light and shadow, and even the depth was nothing unusual. In just a second or two, his feet touched solid ground.

I could faintly hear a cacophony of noise and voices.

It seems that some turmoil is taking place outside the ancient well.

However, Kujo Toru doesn't have time to dwell on these things right now.

His gaze caught a fleeting glimpse of the bone sword hilt at the well's edge, which vanished in the blink of an eye.

It's the Kusanagi!

With a slight push from his legs, he leaped out of the ancient well and into the outside world.

Before me lay a dense forest.

The bright moon hung high in the night sky, draping the earth in a light veil.

The twisted trees lay prostrate in the deep night, like menacing monsters.

The voices I heard earlier were now clearer:

"...It's a centipede!"

"Go find Lady Kikyo quickly!"

The wooden mallet in the night patrolman's hand rang out loudly.

In the deep forest, scattered lights appeared, accompanied by voices of people running towards them.

After jumping into the ancient well, I entered a completely different world. Is this the mortal realm?

Kujo Toru narrowed his eyes, surveying his surroundings as he searched for any trace of the Ama no Kusanagi while pondering the situation.

In the vision, the air was thick with foulness, so thick it was nauseating, and resentment lingered everywhere.

With his excellent eyesight, Kujo Toru tracked down Ama no Kusanagi in the darkness and gave chase.

He gripped the hilt of the divine sword with his right hand.

The gleaming blade radiated a lustrous light, shining brightly alongside the blazing golden flames.

It illuminated his face and the surrounding mountains and forests.

Ama-no-Murakumo seemed to sense the threat emanating from him and quickened his escape.

It transformed into a shooting star and shot straight into the sky.

The air was torn apart, leaving a long white ribbon.

The original overwhelming ferocity had vanished without a trace, leaving only a disheveled impression.

This rather large commotion also alerted the crowds in the mountains who were carrying torches.

"What is that?!"

"Is it a new monster?!"

The crowd was in chaos, looking up as the clouds flew overhead.

The rising air currents stirred up their coarse linen clothes.

Just looking at the cold, menacing blade filled them with a deep sense of foreboding, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

That's the instinctive reaction of ordinary humans when faced with natural disasters.

The sword of unparalleled dominance, the Kusanagi Sword, is, to them, an unstoppable natural disaster.

Immediately afterwards, Kujo Toru's figure appeared on the treetop.

The hunting robe, burning with golden flames, fluttered in the night sky.

He merely glanced at the dazed adult men, said nothing more, and then chased after the vanished Ama-no-Kumara.

The demonic sword was too fast; he had no time to hesitate.

The night wind, the tremors from the ground, and the increasingly urgent sound of the clapper brought the group back to their senses.

"Never mind that! Let's quickly set the trap to stop the centipede! Don't let it escape! Lady Kikyo will be here soon!"

Although they were just villagers from the mountains, they still recognized that Kujo Toru was wearing a hunting robe.

It must be some powerful sorcerer who was exorcising demons and chased them all the way here.

Compared to that, the monsters that are actually invading the village are much more dangerous.

If we can't stop it here and let Lady Kikyo defeat it, it will definitely continue to attack the village.

Kujo Toru pursued relentlessly, clinging to Ama no Murakumo.

He's wasting time.

Although his spiritual power was nearly exhausted, leaving him only one chance to unleash a final strike, Ama-no-Murakumo still suffered considerable damage.

No matter who it is, there is no room for error.

Either he completely severed the demonic sword and completed his training mission, or Ama no Kusanagi successfully escaped and, after recovering, found a new host.

In the darkness, the outline of a village came into Kujo Toru's view.

Wooden houses are scattered along the riverbank.

The flowing water shattered the silvery moonlight, and... the soaring flames.

Black smoke rose into the night sky.

More than a dozen houses collapsed.

Thick smoke billowed from the ruins.

A monster, a hundred meters long, was wreaking havoc in the village.

The head resembles that of a human female, and pale arms are densely packed on both sides of the body, roughly estimated to be no less than a hundred.

Five or six villagers, holding hunting bows, stood in the monster's path and shot arrows at it.

But before it even hit the target, the mere air currents created by the opponent's turn caused the arrow to lose its aim and fall weakly to the ground.

The monster simply waved its arm, and the villagers were sent flying along with the rubble.

It has absolutely no effect whatsoever.

In the face of a fully-developed demon, the power of an ordinary human in the age of cold weapons is utterly insignificant.

However, half of the centipede woman's arm was severed at the root, and a thick, foul stench emanated from the cut.

Although it now possesses the aura of a legendary great demon that can rout an army, the tense expression on the human woman's face shatters this feeling.

"Get out of here!"

He spoke fiercely, but anyone could hear the underlying weakness beneath his tough exterior.

The villagers were the same.

Despite being terrified, and knowing that his strength was insignificant in the face of the monster, he still stepped forward to stop it, preventing it from escaping so easily.

hateful!

The centipede woman was furious.

Monsters are born from filth and will also gather in places where filth is concentrated. This is their instinct and their pursuit of power.

A couple of days ago, there were many humans killing each other in this area, and the intense resentment and foul air from their dying moments attracted it here.

When they arrived, they discovered that a rather large bandit gang had broken out in internal strife.

It had originally intended to stay here quietly, but unfortunately, it discovered that in a village not far away, there was actually the legendary Shikon Jewel, which could greatly enhance the power of demons.

Furthermore, the one responsible for protecting the Shikon Jewel is a priestess who looks very young.

What kind of good monster could resist such temptation?

Since the death of the Great Dog Demon General of the Western Kingdom, no great demon has appeared again.

The thought that if it could swallow the Shikon Jewel, it could become the legendary great demon, commanding the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons like the Dog General of yesteryear, caused its desire to surge.

So tonight, under the cover of darkness, it secretly ran to the shrine in the back mountain of this village, intending to steal the Shikon Jewel enshrined in the main hall and run away.

Unfortunately, it didn't even get into the shrine before crashing into the barrier surrounding it.

Half of his body was also purified by that pure spiritual energy.

Only then did it understand why such a village, which could be easily breached by a mere minor demon, and why such a young priestess could possess the Shikon Jewel.

The initial enthusiasm cooled instantly, and the rising ambitions were shattered before they could even be realized.

The barrier alone nearly killed it, let alone the creature itself.

So now all the centipede woman wants to do is slip away, slip away as quickly as possible.

but……

Seeing the ordinary humans constantly blocking her way, Centipede Woman was extremely annoyed and really wanted to kill these little insects, but doing so would inevitably take up some time.

In the struggle for survival, every second counts. It could only endure the harassment and leave the terrifying village as quickly as possible.

Just as it stirred up a foul wind and prepared to disappear completely into the deep mountains along the river, the night sky above suddenly darkened.

An even more terrifying pressure than the shrine's barrier descended without warning.

That's not what I came for.

Just by passing by, the deep, foul stench emanating from the centipede froze the centipede woman in place.

It raised its head.

The cloud of heaven suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The demonic sword sensed the pursuers behind it.

That martial god in the golden flame hunting robe is too fast.

It was injured in the previous battle, and without a body as a vessel, it would be unable to exert its full power and would be caught up and cut off sooner or later.

It needs a host.