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

"Yang... Yang is Miss Yang's fault?; The other tumor died and was abandoned by Ba?!"

The beautiful shop manager also cast a curious glance in their direction.

"I just came to ask about something."

Yukino Yukinoshita's face remained expressionless, but Yoshifumi Nitta could feel the pressure emanating from the other side growing even stronger.

He swallowed hard and said, "Please go ahead."

"Did you go and harass the purification shrine again?"

As soon as he finished listening, Yoshifumi Nitta's hand suddenly trembled, spilling the wine in his glass all over the table, and his face turned green.

A similarly cold and indifferent face appeared before my eyes, and my body began to ache faintly.

"How could I dare to cause trouble for that murderer!"

"Really?"

Yukinoshita asked suspiciously, "If I find out, don't blame me for cutting off your Ashikawa Group's budget this year..."

"Hey, Miss Haruno!"

Yoshifumi Nitta is now really worried.

The Yukinoshita family is not just a simple real estate company; they also serve as councilors in Chiba City and have deep-rooted entanglements with other industries.

Although insignificant in Tokyo, he was a powerful local force in Chiba City.

Furthermore, nearly half of the Ashikawa Group's annual income comes from the support of the Yukinoshita family.

Correspondingly, they also need to do some things in secret.

This young lady is currently the designated successor to the family business, and she is assertive and truly a woman of her word.

"Please, have some mercy, don't rush, let me investigate in the underworld first, okay?"

Yoshifumi Nitta felt so pathetic. He used to be the strategist in charge of the group's businesses, and all he had to do every day was clock in and run them well.

Ever since I took on this young lady's commission last year and got involved with that jinx, I've had a run of bad luck.

"ASAP."

Yukinoshita Haruno stood up from the chair and walked towards the door:

"Kujo said there will be a next time, which means he will take action himself."

Nitta Yoshifumi's face turned from green to purple.

Seeing Yukino's figure disappear into the bar, he buried his head on the table.

Then he started smashing it hard.

"A plague god!"

But even though he was acting crazy, things still had to be done.

Raising his head under the slightly worried gaze of the shop manager, Yoshifumi Nitta rubbed his flushed forehead, his face full of melancholy.

They began to think carefully about which family or organization was suspected.

My mind was racing, and a flood of information rushed through my mind.

Finally, the image of a fat man appeared in his mind.

I couldn't help but gasp.

Could it be that the young master kept it from the group and took on private jobs on his own?

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I'd like to recommend a friend's book, which is in the same genre as mine—a crossover of anime and supernatural themes. However, the protagonist is Duanmu Yan, and it's currently being tested in theaters. If you're interested, you can check it out.

Introduction and link below:

After being transported to another world by nine large vehicles, isn't this transmigration a little off?

What does it mean that the transfer student from the next class is named Yuta Otokoku?

I have a cousin named Baoyue Yexiao.

What on earth is this "Tian Tian Hao Group," the largest company in the area?

My uncle, who lives in the United States, has a big nose and is an archaeologist.

My dad is a famous detective?

Is the lawyer downstairs named Phoenix Wright Ryuichi?

What exactly is the Phantom Thieves of Hearts?

As a transmigrator, encountering this bizarre and chaotic place immediately enraged him. Where the hell did he end up? Is this even a crossover anime?

Both are time-travel stories, so why did his counterpart end up in jail?

What, you're asking what his name is now?

Oh, my name is Duanmu Yan.

What are you babbling about?

Go tell my Nava!

Volume 1: Chapter 24 This is my masterpiece

"Sorry, Shiko, I have to go now!"

The mere thought of this possibility made Yoshifumi Nitta completely restless.

He took the money out of his wallet and put it on the table, then hurriedly rushed out of the bar.

Only the store manager was left with a soft sigh:

"Working in Nitta is very tough."

After leaving the bar, Yukinoshita wandered around the shopping street.

As the daughter of a Chiba city councilor, she cannot allow anyone to find fault with her, such as having connections to yakuza groups.

Being made a default is one thing, but being made public is another.

This is what high society is like; she's long been used to it.

That's why she didn't go directly to the leader of the Ashikawa group, but instead came to this bar and approached Yoshifumi Nitta, who came here to drink every day.

Pretend that you're just out shopping on your day off.

"It broke again. How come the rosary beads at this fortune-telling shop are of such poor quality?"

A slightly familiar complaining voice came from the side, and Yukinoshita Haruno curiously turned her gaze towards it.

Under a purple sign covered with all sorts of incomprehensible symbols.

Two girls in high school uniforms are standing in front of the counter.

The old man, whose body was covered by a hood, bent down and took out a box from below, which was covered with densely packed talismans.

Scattered on the table were round beads.

A strange girl.

Yukino stopped in her tracks and looked at the snow with great interest.

When she was in high school, the trend among girls was still cute bracelets.

In just one or two years, have old-fashioned things like prayer beads become popular again?

"This is my masterpiece, truly the finest rosary."

The goddess took a deep breath and slowly began to peel off the talisman.

His wrinkled face was full of piety.

A sense of solemnity involuntarily infected Yotsuya Miko.

It made her subconsciously swallow, and she began to look forward to the prayer beads inside.

“Unlike those prayer beads I casually made with shallow spiritual energy, this is the culmination of my efforts during my prime, containing powerful energy.”

The goddess's voice was very low.

As she moved, the contents of the box were finally revealed.

It was a rosary made of nine transparent round beads.

The color is deeper than that of seawater.

Under the light, small golden characters could be faintly seen inside.

Its appearance alone is quite mysterious.

"Give it a try."

She pushed the box over, clasped her hands together, and quietly examined the girl before her.

Her spiritual power was completely insufficient to support her becoming an exorcist; she could only see faint resentment floating around the girl.

It was obvious that a powerful vengeful spirit was following the girl.

However, this does not mean she should stand by and watch someone die!

Even if she isn't as powerful as the successor of the Seifu Taisha Shrine, she is still a local matriarch who has protected the residents of this area for many years!

It's just a vengeful spirit, not even an evil spirit.

She staked the glory of the Mother Goddess and her lifelong beliefs on it.

She will never lose!

A flame ignited in his aged eyes.

His hunched back straightened up again.

She felt the passion of her youth again after a long time.

My heart is pounding, my determination is burning!

"Here, put it on."

The goddess, who seemed decades younger, urged Yotsuya Miko in an undeniable tone.

The air seemed to freeze.

The atmosphere inexplicably turned serious.

Yotsuya Miko instinctively took a light breath, glanced at the Goddess who gave off a completely different vibe, and slowly extended her hand.

The rosary was seized.

A slender hand passed through.

It was put on her wrist.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the string of prayer beads.

one second.

two seconds.

In good condition.

Yotsuya Miko secretly breathed a sigh of relief and reached into her skirt pocket:

"In that case, then I will..."

Before the words were finished, a soft sound was heard.

The deep blue sky resembled scattered beads of light in the pre-dawn night sky.

The air became quiet.

Yotsuya Miko's back was covered in cold sweat.

They didn't even dare to look at the Mother Goddess.