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

Kujo Toru sat by the clear stream, lit a fire, and boiled water.

In this day and age, no one knows if there are several unclaimed corpses floating above the water source, so it's safer to boil the water first.

Under a large tree not far away, Kikyo leaned back and fell into a light sleep.

They traveled almost all night, and only when the morning star twinkled in the night sky did they find a place to rest for a while.

Fortunately, the two of them no longer rely on long sleeps to restore their energy; a short nap is enough.

If it weren't for the need to be fully prepared to deal with the likely recovery of Ama-no-Kurakumo, Kujo Toru could have headed straight for Kai Province without taking a break.

He unsheathed his sword from his waist and casually stuck it beside the fire.

A milky white ball of light floated out from it, transforming into the appearance of a little old man with white beard and hair.

"What did you say to that dog last night? Why did you suddenly say something like 'I'll protect the village' and then run away?"

As Kujo Toru added firewood to the campfire, he asked casually.

Although he so decisively threw the scabbard to Inuyasha last night, he also intended for him to protect the village while he and Kikyo were away.

After all, as a half-demon, the other party's strength was not bad, and he had never killed anyone. After these few days of brief contact, I felt relatively at ease.

However, before he could even voice his intentions, the other party had already brought it up, which inevitably piqued Kujo Toru's curiosity.

"Ahaha... Actually, I didn't say much. I just told Inuyasha about his father and mother..."

The old man scratched his head with his right hand, looking vague and clearly unwilling to elaborate.

Kujo Toru grabbed the scabbard and was about to throw it into the fire.

"No, no, no! It's nothing important!"

The old man panicked instantly and tried to stop him, quickly recounting the details of their conversation from the previous night:

“I just told him that after this battle, I would take him to find Daodaozhai.”

"The master left a keepsake for Inuyasha, the exact location of which only Totosai knows. Until then, please ask him to protect this village."

Kujo Tetsu glanced at him sideways: "You're actually a pretty nice guy."

"Hehehe, isn't this the time I'll be serving you from now on? As your retainer, I will certainly share your burdens."

The old man's expression was quite obsequious.

Having sealed away the Kusanagi for seven hundred years, no one knew the terror of that demonic sword better than him.

That priestess was indeed very powerful; at least, the old man had never seen a priestess with such pure spiritual power.

However, it's not enough against Ama-no-Kumara.

If there is anyone in this world who can subdue that domineering sword, then it is only the God of War before us.

the reason is simple.

He secretly glanced at the Sacred Bone Sword at Kujo Tetsuo's waist.

He sensed an aura from this sword that was the same as that of the Kusanagi sword, but unlike the violent and destructive nature of that demonic blade, this bone sword appeared more majestic and inviolable.

Kujo Toru noticed his gaze, but didn't say anything.

He cannot possibly use the Holy Bone Sword.

Evil spirits dwell in the Kusanagi Clouds, and a sleeping soul also resides within this sword.

Moreover, ever since the seal on the Ama no Kusanagi was broken, the soul sleeping within the Sacred Bone Sword has gradually shown signs of awakening.

If we use this sword to subdue the Ama-Kusanagi, who knows if something even more terrifying than the Ama-Kusanagi will suddenly appear?

The air fell silent instantly.

A slightly chilly morning breeze swept by, and the shrine maiden sleeping under the tree frowned and opened her eyes.

He instinctively reached for the bow and arrow on his shoulder, his face full of wariness.

She only relaxed after seeing the boy's figure in the distance.

Aside from Feng, this was the first time she had traveled with anyone else, and she didn't react for a moment.

"You're awake? Come and have something to eat."

Kujo Toru turned his head and watched Kikyo walk towards him.

Even though she had just woken up, she remained spotless, always maintaining the appearance of a shrine maiden.

"Yes, thank you."

Kikyo nodded her thanks, then sat down next to Kujo Toru. She took out the dry rations the village chief had given her before she left and ate them with hot water.

"At this rate, how long will it take to reach Kai Province?"

The priestess thought for a moment and gave a specific time:

"Around dusk."

"That's alright, it didn't take too long."

After quickly finishing breakfast and extinguishing the campfire with river water, Kujo Toru stood up from the ground and turned to look at Kikyo.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

Without further ado, the two continued their journey towards Kai Province.

high speed.

As noon approached and they were still some distance from Kai Province, Kujo Toru suddenly stopped.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the divine sword, his spiritual energy surging and billowing the hem of his hunting robe, his expression quite solemn.

Kikyo reacted similarly, quickly taking the bow and arrow from her shoulder, drawing the bowstring, and aiming forward.

The arrow emitted a soft, ethereal glow.

They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The sky darkened.

Dark clouds obscured the sun.

The dark clouds were filled with a purple glow that symbolized misfortune.

The foul air suddenly became thicker, and even without activating spiritual vision, one could see the blood-red light that had dyed the world crimson.

"It's Cong Yunya!"

For Kujo Toru, who had once fought against the Congyuna head-on, this aura was all too familiar.

However, Kikyo, who was seeing the full power of the Murakumogami for the first time, was quite shocked.

"Such powerful foul energy..."

She murmured something softly, her eyes filled with seriousness.

Although she had mentally prepared herself for this demonic sword that had permeated almost the entire mythology and left behind a fearsome reputation, when she actually faced it, she still found that she had underestimated the terror of this demonic sword.

The scale of the foul stench before her eyes far exceeded her expectations.

It was as if they were about to drag the entire world down to the underworld.

Kujo Toru remained silent.

Compared to when it was the clam, the current Cloud Fang is even more terrifying.

Simply incomparable.

Is it that this era is more suitable for the other party, or is it because it has found its ideal host?

But soon, he no longer had time to think about these things.

Because on the distant horizon, the Hellfire Dragon has already smashed open the Gates of the Underworld.

A powerful hurricane, strong enough to connect heaven and earth, raged across the land.

It was an unstoppable natural disaster, a divine punishment capable of destroying everything.

It plowed through deep valleys, blocked great rivers, and destroyed mountains and forests, heading straight for the two of them.

The goal is quite clear.

Earlier, just as dawn was breaking.

That mountain castle, once considered a bridgehead for the Imagawa family, has now been transformed into a living hell.

The fire raged wildly in the ruins.

The firelight cast an eerie dark red hue over the night sky.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of burning and a thick, bloody smell.

The city wall has completely collapsed.

Gravel and pieces of wood were scattered everywhere.

Black blood flowed down the cracks in the stone wall, gathering into viscous streams.

The castle tower was engulfed in flames, and the air itself seemed distorted.

"Huh...huh..."

Heavy breathing echoed through the deathly silent ruins.

The shrine maiden Tsubaki leaned against a section of crumbling wall.

Her once smooth, long hair was now disheveled and stuck to her face, which was covered in sweat and blood.

He gripped a long spear tightly with both hands, using his strength to support his swaying body.

All priestesses are skilled in martial arts.

Just like Kikyo, that annoying woman, whose archery skills were superb, her spear skills were also inherited from a master.

It was precisely this point that allowed her to finally eliminate all eight hundred corpses after a full night of fierce fighting.

However, the price paid was also very high.

The spiritual energy has been depleted.

I don't even have the strength to stand up.

She truly deserves the title of a genius witch.

But it was completely useless.

The young Onmyoji was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, and his corpse lay nearby.

The city lord didn't even have a chance to escape; he was pinned to the ground by several corpses using bamboo spears.

The corpses of foot soldiers and samurai generals lay scattered on the stone path and in front of the castle tower.

She was the only living person left in the entire mountain town.

Tap...tap...

Footsteps echoed down the burning staircase.

Heavy, slow, yet carrying a despairing sense of oppression.

Takeda Nobutora slowly emerged from the sea of ​​fire, dragging his ancient, straight sword.

His crimson armor looked particularly eerie under the orange flames.

His scarlet eyes fell on the shrine maiden Tsubaki.

Purple tentacles extended from the sword hilt, tightly wrapping around his arms and torso.

This is not Takeda Nobutora.

This is just a puppet controlled by the demon sword.

"Demon Blade!"

Chun gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words.

The fire burned away all the oxygen, and she was having trouble breathing. Her hands went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, still staring fiercely at Amazuma.

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