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

Despite the inherent problems with the clam itself, the fact that this martial god could engage in direct combat with it is enough to prove his outstanding strength.

But that's in the modern era!

Now, it is in the Warring States period, backed by endless foul air, and has encountered the most suitable sword master in a thousand years, making it absolutely more powerful than ever before.

Even among great demons, there are differences between them.

The fact that Kujo Tetsuko previously burned away all his spiritual power after taking a single hit from the Prison Dragon Break is irrefutable proof.

The saying goes, "Eighty thousand troops are still ten thousand, and eight hundred thousand troops are still ten thousand. The advantage should lie with them!"

Resentment and anger welled up inside him.

More purple tentacles stretched out and tightly wrapped around the shrine maiden Tsubaki.

The foul air of heaven and earth returned, transforming into a pillar of heaven that surged towards the strange figure.

It no longer cared whether the rare sword master could withstand it.

The sky and earth were once again shrouded in thick, leaden clouds.

Blood-red light filled the sky.

The purple-black sword light shone brightly once more.

Like a celestial river overflowing, it pressed down on the heads of the priestess and the living god.

If one sword strike isn't enough, then let's try another!

but……

Just like before, just as the sword light was about to strike the present god, it mysteriously disappeared.

It was as if it had never swung the sword at all.

The god stood there quietly, looking up at the clouds in the sky.

I refuse to believe it!

Ama no Kusanagi gritted his teeth and unleashed a sword light that was even more terrifying and surging than before, slashing down horizontally.

The whole world seemed to tremble.

Then, it disappeared for the third time.

"Do you understand now?"

The voice of God resounded once more in the night sky.

It was not a question directed at either Ama no Kusanagi or the shrine maiden.

[Time travel?]

Kujo Toru's first thought was this, given that he had paused time in the entire world when he appeared in the previous Tsukiyomi event.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Tsukiyo didn't rush to answer, but simply smiled and waited for Kujo Toru's follow-up.

Carefully feel the technique, engrave every detail in your heart, and slowly figure out the operating principle and effect of the entire technique.

Ultimately, he arrived at the answer and subconsciously expressed it using something he was familiar with:

【Izanagi? 】

Now it was Moonlight's turn to be puzzled:

"Hmm? Why did you suddenly mention the Father God?"

Kujo Toru then realized the ambiguity in his words.

The Izanagi he just mentioned is not the mythological Izanagi, but a forbidden technique called Izanagi from a certain work that requires the use of a three-tomoe Sharingan to activate.

Rewrite facts that are unfavorable to oneself as fictions, and only retain facts that are favorable to oneself.

After listening to Kujo Toru's story, Tsukiyo smiled happily.

"Human creations are quite interesting. When the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter is re-enacted, remember to make me a few more, so I won't get bored."

With that, she simply manipulated Kujo Toru's body and started talking to him directly.

Ignoring the completely berserk and relentlessly attacking Ama-no-Kurakumo, he began to carefully explain this great technique.

They weren't worried at all about Ama no Kusanagi overhearing them and then figuring out how to crack their scheme.

Kujo Toru listened attentively.

In fact, the gods in the Noragami world initially impressed him more like a group of special humans who inherited the name of gods.

Because compared to the gods in the mythology he was familiar with, it wasn't just a difference in strength, but more importantly, a difference in their realms of understanding.

Even after a god falls from grace, a new successor will take his place.

Because of this, when Kujo Toru first met Yato, he didn't have any reverence for a god, but instead regarded him as someone like himself.

However, Tsukiyo, being one of the three noble children, completely overturned this impression.

Apart from not being as aloof and cold as he had imagined, everything else perfectly matched his initial image of a deity.

"However, it's still a bit inaccurate. If I had to put it in perspective, it's actually a case of refining the fake to make it real."

Yueyejian explained in a very serious tone:

"Blurring the line between reality and illusion, using one's own mental imagery to cover the world."

"The so-called 'flower in the mirror and moon in the water' means that the moon in the water can become the moon in the sky, and the flower in your hand can become a flower in the mirror. There is neither illusion nor reality. What the world is like depends on what your heart is like."

The calm voice revealed the true nature of this great technique.

That's a deceptive tactic, a rewriting of the entire world.

Ultimately, it all boils down to four words: the manifestation of mental images.

Despite its name, it is a great technique, just like the Night Eater's ability to stop time. It has completely surpassed the limits of mortals and truly entered the realm of gods.

Tsukiyo understood this perfectly well, which is why she smiled so slyly.

This expression looked quite out of place on Toru Kujo's face.

"Given your current condition, you still won't be able to fully utilize this great technique, but you should be able to achieve the most basic effects."

She sheathed the Sacred Blade and drew the Sacred Bone Sword that Kujo Toru always kept hanging at his waist.

I stared curiously at this Kusanagi from another world.

"Next is the second gift."

Her silver-gray eyes reflected the ferocious appearance of the Azure Cloud, and she calmly raised the bone sword in her hand.

Then, he swung it.

It's like a child who knows nothing about kendo playing around; there's no sword form, no sword stance, and no rules whatsoever.

But it was this haphazard sword strike that silenced the entire world.

Click.

The mirror has shattered.

The blood-red light instantly dissipated, and the foul air was swept away.

The thick, mountain-like clouds collapsed silently.

The bright moonlight shone down on the earth once more.

Thousands of streaks of light burst forth in all directions, like a dazzling firework blooming in the sky.

Legend has it that Susanoo, who slew Yamata no Orochi, took the Ame-no-Kurakumo sword from its tail, a divine sword symbolizing conquest and destruction, also known as the sword of unparalleled dominance. And just like that, it simply crumbled.

He opened his left hand and lightly caught the remaining grayish-white sword hilt.

Looking at the round bead above, Yueye flicked it away with some disdain. Before it even hit the ground, it had already turned into ashes.

At the same time, a system notification sounded in Toru Kujo's mind.

The training mission is complete.

Not only him, but Tsukiyo also seemed to sense something, and looked up at the sky.

"So that's how it is..."

He muttered something to himself, then ignored it and continued with what he hadn't finished.

He simply and crudely inserted the hilt of the Ama no Kusanagi into the Sacred Bone Sword, and then a soft silver light flowed over it like ripples on water, gradually changing its appearance.

In the end, it turned into an ordinary katana.

Then, Kujo Toru felt his body return to his control.

A slightly drowsy voice rose from the depths of my heart as I watched the moonlit night:

"I've taken care of the problem with this sword for you and sealed it, but I haven't eliminated the power within it."

"If you want to be freed, just call out its real name. You can tell by carefully sensing it. However, I suggest not to use it too much, as it can easily lead to physical collapse."

"I've done what I needed to do for you. Now I'm going to go into slumber. Don't forget the terms of the deal. And remember to retrieve the Heavenly Feather Robe for me."

After saying those three sentences, her voice gradually weakened, as if she had fallen asleep.

Kujo Toru looked at the brand-new katana in his hand.

The soul that had been sleeping within the Holy Bone Sword had vanished, leaving only a power comparable to the destruction of the world within.

All that remains is for him to call out his real name.

He understood what Tsukiyomi's instructions meant; it was the combined power of the two Ame no Kusanagi swords, far exceeding the limits he could withstand.

If it weren't sealed, simply holding it might have caused serious injury.

Do they live as long as heaven and earth...?

He sighed silently.

It seems that ever since he awakened his guardian spirit, he has been going further and further down the path of pushing his limits.

Looking back on his original self, Kujo Toru felt somewhat depressed.

When exactly did he switch to being an assassin?

The priestess saw that the living god had returned to the form she was most familiar with, so she stepped forward and looked him over.

Only after finding nothing amiss did they quietly relax.

Who was that just now?

She is not stupid.

Whether it was the divine aura that was so different from that of Kujo Toru, or the earth-shattering magic, including the power that silently annihilated the Ama-Kusan-no-Kami, none of it could have been the work of Kujo Toru himself.

It is obvious that another god has descended.

"Tsukuyomi-sama".

Kujo Toru did not hide anything and directly revealed the taboo of Tsukiyomi.

"I see."

The bellflower nodded.

Even upon hearing that one of the three noble sons, who stood at the pinnacle of eight million gods, had descended, she maintained a calm expression.

It's hard to imagine what kind of situation could possibly stir up the emotions of this serene and composed priestess.

"What's next? Should we go back to the village together, or travel around in this era?"

She stared straight at Kujo Toru's face, her eyes filled with an expectation she herself was unaware of.

If he had stayed in this era, the lives of ordinary people would probably be more stable.

"No, I have to go back soon."

Kujo Toru shook his head.

From the moment Ama no Kusanagi was subdued by Tsukiyomi, his training mission was complete, and by this time, he didn't have much time left.

Kikyo had no doubts. From the moment she first met Kujo Toru, she knew that Kujo Toru came from five hundred years in the future. At this moment, she simply assumed that he had found a way to return to the modern era.

However, it was strange that he was acting so hastily, since there was another priestess who had also come from out of town still in the village.