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

His gaze turned toward the village in the distance.

Inuyasha only arrived here in the last few days.

At first, he only heard the lesser demons discussing the fighting between several large bandits in the vicinity, and with the idea of ​​trying to gain strength by observing their behavior, he came here.

For a half-demon like him who faces so much discrimination, only strength is the key to survival.

When he arrived, all that was left for him was the ashes from the fire.

All the foul air and resentment were completely cleaned up.

Upon seeing this scene, he could easily understand that a powerful witch or sorcerer had dealt with it.

He was about to leave when, by sheer coincidence, he smelled a scent that was both strange and familiar.

Although it was very faint, as a dog demon, he still managed to detect the source of the scent:

In that village, about ten miles away.

And that flavor is his father, Douya Wang's!

In other words, there are his father's belongings in that village!

That's why he risked being expelled to stay here and try to break into the village to find out what was going on.

Unfortunately, in the past few days, he hasn't been able to get out of the forest, let alone enter the village.

The reason is very simple: there's a rather terrifying guy guarding this place.

A streak of light shot in from afar.

It tore through the air, streaking across like a meteor, heading straight for his body.

Before he could react, they pierced his supposedly invulnerable fire rat fur coat and pinned him to the tree.

Only then did the violent air currents arrive, causing the tree canopy to sway violently.

"Damn it! That guy really is here!"

Inuyasha cursed and stretched out his right hand, trying to pull out the sacred sword, but as soon as his hand got close, a powerful spiritual force burst forth from it.

A bolt of lightning flashed, and a terrifying pressure enveloped his mind.

On the inscription on the knife, nine seal characters lit up one after another, giving people a sense of lofty inviolability.

"You're a dog, not a donkey, why are you so stubborn? Or do you just never learn?"

A snow-white figure emerged from the forest, came to the tree, and looked at Inuyasha, his hunting robes fluttering in the wind.

Although he had only seen it a few times, Inuyasha felt that he would never forget that face for the rest of his life.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could just punch him.

But he knew he couldn't win.

This made her even angrier, so she could only glare at him fiercely, trying to kill him with her eyes.

However, Kujo Toru remained completely unmoved, drew his divine sword, and sheathed it again.

"That damned guy! He actually attacked me when I wasn't paying attention! I definitely won't give him that chance again tomorrow!"

Although he spoke with great bravado, Inuyasha didn't dare to stay there any longer.

Because Kujo Toru put immense pressure on him.

He was genuinely afraid that this guy would just attack and chop him up.

So after saying that, he quickly jumped up a tree and hurried away from there, his back looking quite disheveled.

"Are we still not going to kill him this time?"

Kikyo emerged from behind the tree carrying a basket, glanced briefly in the direction Inuyasha had left, and then turned to look at Kujo Toru.

She's just a half-demon; even without Kujo Toru, she could easily defeat her, so there's no need to worry about her.

Compared to that, she cared more about why Kujo Toru had repeatedly held back.

For the past few days, Inuyasha has been trying to sneak into the village every day without fail, only to be stopped by Kujo Toru each time, who then lets him leave.

If it were her, she would have given up treatment the first time, barring any special circumstances.

“He harbors no resentment, so there’s no need for it.”

Kujo Toru gave a simple explanation.

If there's no lingering resentment, it means there's no one on your hands. In that case, there's no need to directly retaliate against the other party.

Kikyo understood Kujo Tetsu's implied meaning and nodded.

She didn't continue the topic, placed the basket in front of her, and called out to him:

"It's already this late, let's eat something."

"it is good."

The two found a clean stream nearby.

The stream water crashed against the smooth pebbles, making a crisp sound.

Kujo Toru sat down on a blue stone by the stream.

The bellflower lifted the coarse cloth covering the bamboo basket.

Inside were several tightly packed rice balls, a few slices of pickled radish, and a bamboo tube of water.

There were no fancy dishes, and the rice grains were somewhat coarse and yellowish.

This was the best food that an ordinary village could offer during the Warring States period.

Kujo Toru picked up a rice ball and calmly took a bite.

Although his sleep time can gradually decrease as his spiritual power increases, he is still human and eating is still necessary.

Kikyo sat beside her, her hands folded on her knees.

Look at him quietly.

Humans and gods.

A deity who walks in the world in a human body.

However, Kikyo never felt the superiority of a god from Kujo Toru.

If it weren't for the divine aura emanating from him, Kikyo would find it hard to regard him as a god just by looking at him.

How exactly did they do that?

Kikyo's gaze drifted into the distance.

As a priestess, in order to protect the Shikon Jewel, she cannot show weakness to anyone, nor can she be confused, otherwise she will be given an opportunity by the demons.

Over time, she couldn't help but develop this feeling:

I am human, but am I still human now?

Especially when he was with Toru Kujo.

She even once thought she was the living god.

Before they knew it, they were so engrossed in watching Kujo Toru that their shadows were almost touching.

Aren't you going to eat?

The sudden sound beside her interrupted Kikyo's thoughts, bringing her back to her senses.

A hint of embarrassment quietly appeared on her fair face.

She knew that her actions had caused a slight misunderstanding with Toru Kujo.

She sat up straight, ran her fingers through her hair, and spoke calmly:

"No need, I've already eaten."

"Then let's just eat a little more."

Suddenly, a round thing was thrown over by Kujo Toru and landed in her arms.

It is a wild fruit.

Looking at the other person again, Kujo Toru's face was expressionless, which eased the shrine maiden's embarrassment.

"This stuff is a bit sour, but it tastes alright."

"Ah."

Kikyo nodded.

The children in the village often picked and ate these fruits; in those days, this little bit of sweetness was a rare treasure.

I dipped the wild fruit in the water, shook it dry, and then took a small bite.

He didn't say much.

Looking up at the sky, feeling the mountain breeze, hearing the melodious birdsong, and feeling the warm sun on her skin, the priestess involuntarily squinted her eyes.

It's been a long time since I've felt this sense of tranquility.

An indescribable sense of beauty is quietly spreading.

But this situation was soon changed.

A bird, trailing a long streak of light, flew in from afar and circled above the two of them.

Kikyo frowned and extended her right hand.

The bird flew directly into her palm, eventually turning into a folded piece of paper that lay there quietly.

"It's a reply from Master."

Turning her head to explain, Kikyo opened the letter, not hiding the fact that Kujo Toru was right beside her.

The content is simple, but the news is quite significant.

The whereabouts of the Ama-Kusanagi have finally been found!

A beautiful shrine maiden dressed in purple robes and black hakama walked hurriedly along the rugged mountain path.

The emerald green prayer beads hanging around her neck emitted a remarkable spiritual energy.

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair was simply draped over her shoulders, and a glint of light shone in her deep eyes.

The air currents generated by his movements made his sleeves flutter loudly.

Looking up at the mountain city ahead, the towering castle tower shines brightly in the sunlight, standing out prominently.

Before long, the priestess arrived at the city gates.

The stone wall was filled with foot soldiers, their armor covered with talismans on the chest.

At the gate of the fortress where he was released, the local lord was already waiting, with a young Onmyoji dressed in hunting robes standing beside him.

His face was full of tension and anxiety, as if he had encountered some enormous difficulty.

Only when he saw the shrine maiden come into view did he breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly went to greet her.

"Sister Chun!"

The young Onmyoji bowed, his words filled with excitement and a hint of relief.

"Thank you for coming so urgently, Lady Shrine Maiden. Food and a room have been prepared for you. Let's talk after you've rested."

A fawning smile spread across the city lord's face.

Although in terms of rank, the shrine maiden before him was no match for him, the lord of the Imagawa clan, he desperately needed her help right now.

It's absolutely necessary!

Therefore, he would not hesitate to flatter the other party, or even to kneel in obeisance!

"No need, let's get straight to the point."

The shrine maiden Tsubaki directly rejected the lord's offer.

She came from the Kinki region, and after receiving news along the way, she suddenly changed her destination. She traveled for several days under the cover of night to get here, not to rest and enjoy herself.

Moreover, this was merely a mountain pass used for military purposes, and its conditions were far inferior to the Yin-Yang Bureau in Kyoto.