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

After looking for a long time, he still couldn't find any flaws in Kujo Toru's face, so he had no choice but to believe him and waved his hand impatiently.

"What's so interesting about the rooftop? Let's hurry home, I'm locking the door!"

As she spoke, she pulled a large bunch of keys from the pocket of her white coat, making a jingling sound.

Kujo Tetsu stepped into the staircase, stood at the bottom, and watched Hiratsuka Shizuka close the rusty iron door.

The stairwell suddenly became dark, with only a glimmer of light filtering through the cracks in the door.

"Starting today, the rooftop will be closed again, and students are prohibited from going up there on their own."

After relocking the fist-sized padlock, Hiratsuka Shizuka patted the remaining rust off her hands and put them back in her pockets.

"It will be fenced off with barbed wire this weekend, so don't even think about breaking in."

"why?"

Kujo Toru and Hirazuka Shizuka walked down the stairs one after the other, chatting casually.

Although Shizuka Hiratsuka is a homeroom teacher, she is not the stern and rigid type. On the contrary, she gets along very well with her students and cares about them a lot.

Since entering school, at least Kujo Toru has received a lot of care from this female teacher because of his family situation.

"Because there have been several student falls at Haneyama High School recently, all schools in Chiba are now carrying out relevant rectifications."

"Was it an accident or suicide? Are there many such cases?"

Haneyama High School, as Toru Kujo knows, is a private high school located in Hanamigawa Ward. Due to its proximity to Yachiyo City, it has always had difficulty recruiting students.

News like a student falling from a building, which affects enrollment, will definitely be covered up by Haneyama High School to prevent it from being reported.

If we want to gather information, we can only ask Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"So far, the police have ruled all three cases as suicides."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's voice was somewhat heavy.

As a teacher who cares about students, even if it's not your own school, it's hard to remain calm when faced with such news.

"So if anything happens to you, come talk to me right away, okay? I'll do everything I can to help you."

The two walked down the stairs one after the other and returned to the corridor of the teaching building.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass and fell on the wall.

It was like spilling a paint bucket full of blood.

Music and noise could be faintly heard coming from the club room; it was the students carrying out club activities.

The music playing on the street, "From the New World, Second Movement," stopped sometime ago.

At the top of the special building on the side, a clock faithfully displays the current time.

It was exactly 5 p.m.

The Moment of Twilight.

Kujo Toru suddenly stopped, gripped the shoulder strap of his backpack with his right hand, stared ahead, and narrowed his eyes.

"what happened?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka asked, somewhat puzzled, and turned to look at him.

A gust of air swept by, ruffling Hiratsuka Shizuka's long hair and revealing her shoulders.

And the hand resting on it.

The entire body was a dark blue-green color, the base of the palm was rotten and twisted, and even a few fingers were missing.

Above that are twisted and almost unrecognizable arms.

Thick, black liquid overflowed from the gap, dripping onto the floor and dissipating as wisps of black smoke.

The tall figure stood silently behind Hiratsuka Shizuka, his empty eye sockets fixed on Kujo Toru.

His head was tilted slightly, as if he was also wondering why he had stopped.

At the same time, many figures wandering in the corridor also turned their heads and looked at him.

At this moment, he became the focus of everyone's attention.

Although Kujo Toru didn't know whether this group of people still had any sense of direction.

After all, they don't even have eyeballs.

"I just suddenly remembered that there is something I really need your help with, Hiratsuka-sensei."

Kujo Toru remained calm as he took his schoolbag off his shoulder and rummaged inside.

Hiratsuka Shizuka watched his actions with curiosity, wondering what her strange student was up to now.

Behind her, a tall, ghostly figure stretched its neck, and its highly decomposed head flew across the distance between them, reaching the top of the backpack, hovering left and right, trying to see inside.

Seeing this, Kujo Toru's lips curled into a slight smile. He paused his movements for a moment, then slowly withdrew his weapon.

“My shrine hasn’t had any visitors for over a month. Could you please offer 100,000 yen to Hiratsuka-sensei? In exchange, I’ll give you this.”

After rummaging through his bag for a while, the item he had been searching for finally came to light.

That was a protective charm.

Pure white, with a thin rope tied into a leaf-shaped knot to seal the opening, on which two large characters were embroidered—

Eviction.

Whether it was Hiratsuka Shizuka's imagination or not, she seemed to see a fleeting, shimmering blue light between the words.

It's probably just the reflection from the silk threads.

She silently thought to herself, then reached out and took the amulet from Kujo Toru's hand.

"You want 100,000 yen for this thing?!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was so angry she laughed.

Omamori (amulet items) are basically souvenirs from various shrines, and their price is at most three or four thousand yen.

100,000 yen? This guy is robbing me!

"This was personally blessed by the chief priest of the Qingfu Grand Shrine; it's extremely rare, a pure loss-making deal!"

Kujo Toru watched the ghostly figure behind her melt away like snow, then opened his palm and placed it in front of her.

The implication is self-evident.

"Isn't that what brings you good luck? What's so rare about it?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes, but still took out her wallet from her trouser pocket, counted out ten Fukuzawa Yukichi bills, and handed them to Kujo Toru.

There was nothing I could do; my parents had both passed away, and only my grandfather remained in the countryside of Shikoku.

Presumably, he was too short of money and too embarrassed to ask for a loan, so he came up with this excuse.

Use it sparingly, don't spend it recklessly.

After giving her a word of advice, Hiratsuka Shizuka casually stuffed the amulet into her white coat pocket: "I'm going back to the office. If you're not participating in any clubs, don't linger at school. Go home right now, understand?"

Watching the departing white figure, and the ghostly figures around him avoiding it like the plague, Kujo Toru shouted:

"Try to carry it with you as much as possible. Also, don't unfasten the leaf clasp when you're not using it, or it will become ineffective."

Hiratsuka Shizuka did not respond, but simply waved her hand with her back to him to indicate that she understood, and then walked around the corner and disappeared from sight completely.

Only then did Kujo Toru withdraw his gaze, sweeping over the ghostly figures in the corridor, a smile of keen interest appearing on his face:

"Could you please tell me why the school is so lively today?"

"I'm curious."

Volume 1: Chapter 3 So it still exists!

"flesh……"

With one hand, he pinched the head, which was already mostly rotten. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and a flash of blue light appeared at his fingertips.

The next moment, the head exploded, and the headless ghost fell straight backward, turning into black smoke and dissipating before hitting the ground.

"They're all just ordinary spirits..."

Kujo Toru glanced at the corridor behind him, littered with dismembered limbs and fragments, and felt somewhat disappointed.

Monsters are born from filth, while spirits are born from the obsessions of humans on their deathbeds.

The vast majority of spirits have no influence on humans, nor do they have their own consciousness. They act only according to instinct, wandering around aimlessly, and will dissipate on their own after a few days.

Only spirits with excessively strong obsessions can retain a certain degree of rationality and still pose a threat to the living.

The one that previously possessed Hiratsuka Shizuka was such a spirit.

This refers to the vengeful spirits that frequently appear in movies and stories.

"Such a grand display, yet there's only one vengeful spirit."

Kujo Toru sighed.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a large-scale gathering of spirits.

That's why he entrusted the protective charm to Hiratsuka Shizuka, and he was prepared for a great battle.

The result, however, greatly disappointed him.

It's like going to a card shop and seeing your opponent play a blue monster at the start of the game, along with three graveyard cards. You're immediately sweating profusely, thinking that you've actually encountered Lord Pearl Tears.

Then I looked and realized that the person on the other side was actually Xiao Lan, the Laundry Dragon Girl, and I immediately felt a sense of dislocation.

I was so nervous, so this is what you are?

Looking at the system panel, apart from the experience bar increasing slightly after exorcising the vengeful spirit, the experience gained from clearing out these ordinary spirits was practically negligible.

Clearly, ordinary spirits are no longer effective if he wants to continue upgrading.

But leaving them there unattended is not an option either.

These ordinary spirits may not be harmful, but they are undeniably ugly.

Those whose obsessions before death are so strong that they can transform into spirits are basically people who died violent deaths.

That appearance...

Recalling the scene where those ghostly figures, missing arms and legs, intestines hanging out, limbs bent backwards, and facial features rotten into mush, all turned their heads and stared at him with their empty eye sockets.

Kujo Toru thought that anyone who could remain calm in the face of these people was definitely a promising talent for great things.

"But... why are so many spirits gathered in the school?"

Yesterday, no, until I went up to the rooftop, everything was normal.

Kujo Toru turned his head to look out the window.

The sun had already sunk behind the mountains, and the sky was beginning to darken.

The boundaries between dawn and dusk become completely blurred at this moment.

Several black crows flapped their wings and flew into the distance from the rooftop.

The air was thick with the smell of earth, and it was hard to breathe.

This is a sign that a heavy rain is coming.

"Never mind, let's sort out the spiritual energy first."

He exorcised the ghostly tide, but the flow of spiritual energy throughout the school was completely disrupted, and yin and yang were reversed.

Even if it is not the time of demonic possession, ordinary people can see spirits when they set foot in this place.

For the sake of the mental health of all teachers and students, Toru Kujo had no choice but to suffer himself and restore the flow of spiritual energy to its previous state according to the method recorded in his family's "Purification and Exorcism Incantation".

The weather changed rapidly; within minutes, thick dark clouds had enveloped Chiba City.

Rumble...

A muffled rumble of thunder came from the clouds, the corridor windows rattled in the wind, and damp air rushed in.

A few drops of rain fell from the sky, and then the rain curtain fell directly down.