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

After finishing the story, Natsukawa Masuzu observed Kujo Toru's expression.

I noticed he still had that indifferent expression.

Just as she was about to say something, she shut her mouth again.

Three distorted figures appeared silently on the stairs.

Volume 1: Chapter 19 He'll Never Dare to Make Another Careless Remark

Each figure had limbs twisted and turned, and walked with a stagger.

The soles of the feet dragged across the floor, leaving behind a sticky, scarlet liquid.

The head and neck seemed to have lost their support, swaying constantly with each movement.

Only those venomous, whitish eyes stared intently at the two people below the stairs.

"Is this also a prop? A zombie imitation?"

Natsukawa Masuzu cautiously peeked out from behind Kujo Toru.

A pair of long, white legs were eager to try.

It seems that as long as Kujo Toru says "yes," she will rush up and smash these props to pieces.

"No, these are true."

Her long legs disappeared again.

"Then what do we do now?"

Natsukawa Masaki mustered her courage and asked Kujo Toru.

After what just happened, she realized that things weren't quite what she had imagined.

This indifferent guy doesn't seem to be a serial killer.

After all, what kind of serial killer would be so calm and peaceful as to communicate with himself?

Moreover, the two classmates lying on the ground were still breathing, so they weren't the corpses she had imagined.

Kujo Toru glanced at her. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.)

Simply put:

"Stay close to me."

"Oh."

He stepped onto the stairs and faced three figures shrouded in resentment.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The crisp sound of hands clasped together echoed through the stairwell.

With palms facing inward, fingers fly, expertly forming an inner lion seal.

“者”.

The spiritual energy, invisible to the naked eye, surged forth, accompanied by Kujo Tetsuji's gentle rebuke, transforming into an invisible force that surged forward.

The dark resentment wrapped around his limbs crumbled at the slightest touch.

Pfft!

The figures collapsed to the ground one after another, and then fell silent.

Meanwhile, the black fog outside the window churned even more violently.

Natsukawa Masaki's eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single detail.

But no matter how hard she tried, she was still just an ordinary person and couldn't see any spiritual power or resentment.

In her view, all she saw was Kujo Tetsu forming a hand seal, and then the person opposite her collapsed to the ground.

Is that all?

There was a hint of disappointment in her big eyes.

Natsukawa Masuzu thought she would see real Yin-Yang magic, but the whole process was so simple and unadorned that it was like a stage play.

He made a gesture here, and then he fell down there.

Kujo Toru showed no interest in probing her thoughts and went straight upstairs.

Xia Chuanzhen dared not delay and quickly followed behind him.

As she passed by the three figures, she glanced at them curiously and realized that they were all people she knew.

Its head and limbs were completely broken, like a doll that had been ripped apart.

His face was frozen in terror.

It really is Sakagami and the others...

Natsukawa Masaki's eyelids drooped slightly, her mood somewhat depressed.

Aside from the couple that Kujo Toru saved, and the girl waiting at the school gate.

All the remaining members of the Sakagami clique had participated in the malicious bullying that took place on the rooftop, without exception.

So when she was forcibly dragged into the teaching building by the black mist, she was already mentally prepared for the fate of these people.

If she hadn't been lucky enough to run into Toru Kujo, she might have become one of the corpses too...

Are we exorcising spirits now?

Natsukawa Masaki suddenly asked this question.

"Yes."

Kujo Toru's answer remained as brief as ever.

"Should I find somewhere to hide first and let you handle it alone?"

"No need, it's better for you to stay by my side and protect you."

Protect……

A strange light flashed in Natsukawa Masaki's eyes.

Kujo Toru's profile was reflected in her azure eyes.

This was the first time she had ever heard such words from a stranger, and she felt a strange warmth in her heart... or something like that?

Two hundred thousand.

A large hand reached out in front of her, upon which lay a protective charm, its sword-shaped pattern embroidered with the words "Peace".

The rare moment of emotion I felt was instantly shattered.

"That's not how it's portrayed in TV dramas! Shouldn't it be a gift for me?"

Natsukawa Masaki tightened her grip on Kujo Tetsu's clothes.

“I’m not an ox or a horse. This thing is very complicated to make. Two hundred thousand is just the cost price.”

Kujo Toru turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes looking somewhat strange.

It's as if it's saying, "What are you dreaming about?"

"I don't have any money with me. Can I pay my debt with something?"

Although their time together was brief, Natsukawa Masuzu felt that Kujo Toru was actually a pretty easy person to talk to, and thus gradually began to reveal her true nature:

"How's my underwear? Should it be enough?"

"That works too." Kujou Toru stopped and turned to look at her, speaking earnestly:

"Then take it off."

Natsukawa Masaki: "..."

Eh?

what? !

Kujo Toru's voice still echoed in my ears: "Perfect timing. I know someone who likes to collect these kinds of things. With your skill level, you're definitely worth the price."

Seeing the other person's serious and seemingly genuine expression, Natsukawa Masaki swallowed hard.

She shouldn't have said that.

My mind raced, trying to figure out how to gloss over the situation.

Suddenly, she felt a dizzying sensation in her vision.

The sapphire-blue pupils lost their luster.

She released her grip on the hem of her clothes.

She lifted her fair thigh and walked straight towards the rooftop.

Kujo Toru frowned, grabbed the back of her neck with his right hand, and forcefully pulled her back.

Then he placed the amulet in his hand on her forehead.

Wisps of black mist, mixed with traces of blood, emanated from the top of her head.

"I was just..."

Natsukawa Masaki regained her senses and spoke with a hint of lingering fear.

But Kujo Toru has no interest in paying attention to her right now.

He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the time displayed on it:

One o'clock in the morning.

It is the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

"Follow!"

He threw the peace charm at her, hurriedly said a few words, then grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the rooftop.

Seeing his appearance, Natsukawa Masaki also gave up her thoughts.

Her athletic ability, which gave her confidence, was now so poor that she couldn't even touch Kujo Toru's heels. She could only grit her teeth and try her best to keep up with him.

In less than half a minute, the two of them ran from the second floor all the way to the fifth floor, where the iron gate leading to the rooftop came into view.

Kujo Toru slammed his foot hard against the iron door, and a deafening crash echoed through the corridor.

The iron gate was deformed and twisted, and the bolts embedded in the wall were pulled out.

Cement dust swirled and flew everywhere.

When the second foot landed, it finally gave way, and the entire door, along with its frame, crashed to the ground.

The view from the rooftop was fully revealed to the two of them.

Thick, dark fog gathered overhead, like dark clouds pressing down.

A faint scarlet aura mixed in added a touch of ferocity.

A strong wind howled, whipping the hems of their clothes.

The rooftop is surrounded by wire mesh.

Turn the entire center into a lonely battleground.

Just looking at the scene before him made Natsukawa Masaki feel quite uneasy.

Because she finally saw the ghost as she had wished.

And there was more than one.

Kujo Toru stood in front of her, looking straight ahead.

His right hand had already reached into his backpack and grasped the knife handle.

Volume 1: Chapter 20 The Demon-Slaying Arrow

The moon was completely obscured.