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

His gaze fell on the man in front of him, whose face was completely disfigured.

Its breath was very weak; without help, it might not survive even half a day.

The priestess crouched down, stretched out her hand, and intended to turn him over to determine the extent of his injuries.

However, just as it was about to make contact, it suddenly stopped and hovered in mid-air.

A familiar voice sounded from behind:

"You're planning to save him?"

The entrance to the cave was mostly covered.

The snow-white hunting robe stood out starkly against the dark backdrop.

Kujo Toru stood behind the shrine maiden, his face expressionless.

"Yes."

The priestess did not turn around; her eyelids were slightly closed, and after a moment, she slowly spoke.

"He's a bandit."

"I know."

"He was shrouded in a strong sense of resentment."

"I know."

The question and answer were simple, and neither of them changed their tone or expression at all, but the atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense.

The Japanese were somewhat out of breath after being surrounded by the Indian flag.

Bellflower knows everything.

She sensed the resentment emanating from the man even outside the cave.

Those were the curses uttered by the people who died at his hands, uttered with their lives.

To bandits, human life is nothing but grass, and villages are merely their granaries.

No one remembers how many people they have killed, just as Kikyo doesn't remember how many monsters she has vanquished that harmed humanity.

Because that's everyday life.

Daily routines do not require special memorization.

The priestess continued to reach out.

The man lying on the ground heard the two arguing, and his eyes, which had been somewhat lifeless, suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

That was the instinctive will to survive.

He didn't want to die!

Even though he had taken the lives of many others, when it came to his own, he simply refused to accept it.

He hadn't had enough of the days of wanton looting!

He hasn't become the leader of the bandits within dozens of miles around!

How can I just die here quietly and unnoticed!

My heart is screaming incessantly, and a raging fire is burning fiercely.

As those white hands drew ever closer, the chance of survival was right before my eyes!

But the next moment, a sheathed katana pierced between the priestess and him, stopping Kikyo's movements and shattering his illusion.

"He is a life."

Kikyo finally turned her head and looked at Kujo Toru.

There was something unusual about his eyes.

"He is not."

Kujo Toru stretched out his right hand straight, his sacred sword positioned between the priestess and the man, staring directly at her without yielding an inch.

He was never a particularly kind person.

Otherwise, back in Haneyama High School, I wouldn't have waited outside the school building and let Ushi no Toki finish her revenge before going in to subdue her.

Silence fell over the cave.

The gods and the priestess are locked in a standoff, while the wicked bandits can only lie on the ground, powerless to await their final fate.

Finally, Kikyo's eyes flickered a few times, she withdrew her hand, stood up from the ground, and walked outside.

Kujo Tetsu followed behind her, leaving only the wild bandit Onigumo lying alone on the ground, his breathing weakening until he finally lost all life.

Just like the civilians he had killed, they were insignificant, like a piece of duckweed.

The orange-red flames illuminated the entire valley.

Thick black smoke rose into the sky.

The flames scorched the mountain of bandit corpses.

The air became distorted due to the high temperature.

The two stood side by side on the cliff face in the valley, silently watching the raging fire.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to the village."

Seeing that the fire was gradually subsiding and would not ignite the surrounding trees and cause a forest fire, Kujo Toru turned his head away.

Kikyo followed behind him, and the two walked along the forest path one after the other, just as they had come.

Without realizing it, the shrine maiden's steps quickened slightly, bringing the two of them a little closer.

Several more days have passed.

There was still no news from the Yin-Yang Bureau.

If the Well of Bones weren't right next to the village, Hiyori Iki would have suspected that the demon sword had secretly returned to the modern era.

"so tired……"

Feng's complaints came from the side.

Hiyori Iki turned her head and saw the little girl slumped on the grass, her face full of despair.

It's just like a primary school student who hasn't even started their homework on the last day of summer vacation.

She placed the small bow in front of her, and the tree trunk not far away was already covered with arrows.

"Your sister is doing this for your own good. If you're tired now, you'll have more strength when you face monsters later."

Taking a deep breath, Hiyori Iki put down the wooden sheath in her hand, shook her aching hands, and comforted Kaede.

After dealing with the bandits, the village's security was handed over to Toru Kujo and Kikyo.

To be precise, it's about Toru Kujo.

Every morning, Kujo Toru would patrol the surrounding forests, exorcising any approaching monsters, and would not return until evening.

And because of this, Kikyo finally had time to devote herself wholeheartedly to teaching the two.

Hiyori Iki readily accepted, but Kaede, who had never undergone such intense training before, found it very difficult.

"But it doesn't have to be like this, at least give me some time..."

Feng's face was bitter, even more bitter than bitter melon.

Hiyori Iki expressed her understanding of this.

She had seen how hard Feng had worked these past few days.

Every night, she would go with Kikyo to meditate under the waterfall, hone her spiritual power in the morning, practice archery in the morning, and study incantations in the afternoon. She didn't even get to sleep for more than six hours.

It's almost as if those who know they're about to die are rushing to pass on all their knowledge.

"The monster won't give you time."

A cool, clear voice came from behind the two of them.

The priestess, carrying a basket, was walking towards them. She glanced discreetly at the calluses on Feng's hands from drawing his bow, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes. She sighed softly, her voice softening slightly:

"It's time to eat."

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Volume 1: Chapter 174 (4K) The Whereabouts of the Ama-no-Murakumo

"It should be around here..."

Kikyo carried a basket and walked through the forest, sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air. She chose a direction and headed towards it.

She came to deliver lunch to Toru Kujo.

To be honest, in those chaotic times, the villagers actually only ate two meals a day, and only one of them was dry food.

However, they still managed to squeeze out enough food from the rations to provide three meals a day for the priestesses.

Without the priestesses, they would not have a peaceful life. No matter how difficult the conditions were, they tried their best to provide the priestesses with the best things.

And Feng understood this as well.

So even though the training was tiring and tough these past few days, I never complained in front of her.

Even if she occasionally takes advantage of her absence to say a few words to Iki Hiyori in private, it's always directed at her, her older sister.

After all, the training volume was indeed unreasonable.

Let alone a child like Kaede, even Kikyo herself felt tired.

But she still steeled herself and did it anyway.

because……

"There's not enough time, Feng, don't blame your sister."

Kikyo turned her head, gazed in the direction of the village, and sighed softly.

There was a hint of melancholy in those eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.

No one could remain unmoved and confident of survival when they knew they were about to face the demonic sword, Ama no Kusanagi.

She is no exception.

Kikyo was already aware of this from the very beginning.

Before finding the demon sword, she must impart all her knowledge to Feng and enable him to grow to a certain level.

Even without her, Feng can still protect the village on his own and lead it to survive in this chaotic era.

Kikyo looked up and touched her forehead, and for some reason, a woman came to mind.

That priestess who was considered to be from the same sect as her.

Back when she was traveling and exorcising demons, perhaps out of jealousy, that woman once placed a curse on her:

One day, you will die a violent death because you fell in love with a man!

A hint of mockery flickered across his jade-like face.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I haven't even fallen in love with a man yet, and I might die a violent death."

Startled birds scattered in the mountains and forests.

A crimson figure weaves through the tree canopy.

Her long, silvery-white hair swayed in the wind, and her vertical pupils scanned her surroundings nervously, her face full of caution.

It's just like a thief sneaking into someone else's house; the feeling of theft is quite strong.

I sniffed hard, trying to discern the scents in the air.

His brows furrowed, and a thought began to cross his mind.

"That guy... he didn't come today, did he?"