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

A faint glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

However, those around him were completely oblivious to the world around them and did not notice anything amiss.

Was it just an illusion?

The boy hesitated for a moment.

He had initially thought it was a barrier set up by Suzumoto Mayu, but it turned out to be just a simple illusion, and the technique was quite crude, suggesting that it had only been learned recently.

Children are just children; in terms of their mastery of Yin-Yang techniques, they are no match for a shikigami like him who has lived for hundreds of years.

Without feeling any shame at the fact that he was bullying a child, the boy quickly came up with a way to break the spell.

Since that's the case, then so be it.

Slowly raise your hands and begin to form hand seals.

At the same time, Sugita's body also moved, forming hand seals along with his movements.

This posture, in the eyes of others, appears quite mysterious, yet also exudes a dashing and handsome charm.

Especially for those who are deeply influenced by anime and manga, the Reiwa era's yakuza culture is perfectly captured.

"Wow, wow, wow, he's practically Megumi Fushiguro himself! Sugita, you've got a knack for this!"

"Don't say such unlucky things. Fushiguro Megumi started by self-destructing. Do you want us to go down with her?!"

Soon, the two started arguing.

In the end, the man couldn't hold back and slapped each of them hard on the back of the head:

"Quiet!"

The two immediately shut up, but looked at Sugita with a strange light in their eyes, thinking that they must ask him to teach them hand seals when they got back.

Next time I go to a comic convention, I'll cosplay as a Naruto character, and I'm sure I'll meet a lot of girls!

The boy didn't bother with the group at all, focusing solely on his own technique.

As he moved, the night wind gradually picked up.

The yakuza members couldn't help but shrink their necks, feeling as if the temperature around them had dropped considerably.

Unseen by them, Sugita was enveloped in spiritual light, and finally clapped his hands forcefully, unleashing his spiritual power.

Then he gently exhaled:

"It's alright now."

The group was confused. Was it just a matter of forming a few hand seals and clapping? They could have done it themselves.

But soon they found that the thin mist that had enveloped the mountains and forests had completely dissipated, and the road ahead reappeared before them.

The outline of Seifu Taisha Shrine came into view again.

"very good!"

The man was greatly encouraged and immediately gave the order: "Let's go!"

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Author's words

P.S.: I was planning to take a nap after get off work before writing, but I overslept. I'll see if I can write more during the day today.

Volume 1: Chapter 198 (4K) The Prison of Severed Feet and the Prison of Beheading

"Eh, it's actually Yin-Yang magic..."

In the living room, Suzumoto Mayu's illusory face showed a hint of excitement, along with a touch of surprise.

This was the first time she had ever seen Onmyōdō (the art of Yin and Yang) on ​​someone other than Kūjō Tetsu.

She initially thought it was another case of humans bewitched by a cult, like Kurokawa Misaki.

Emerald green eyes shone in the darkness.

The scenery along the approach to the temple was projected into her eyes without any obstruction.

With just a quick glance, she determined who had broken the illusion.

After exchanging a glance with Sugita, who was surrounded by people, Suzumoto Mayu looked away.

This person is not the real person.

Humanoid Technique.

This is a kind of Yin-Yang technique that allows one to temporarily control another person and manipulate them as a puppet.

During the manipulation, the person will not be aware of it or have any memory of it; they will only feel that they were briefly distracted.

The earliest appearance of this technique can be traced back to the Genpei War period, which predates the Kamakura period.

At that time, Heian-kyo was on the verge of collapse. In addition, the Genpei War was the first large-scale civil war with extremely high intensity. As the war raged, monsters and vengeful spirits appeared in various places.

Without official support, Onmyoji were overwhelmed by the sheer number of demons and monsters, and were forced to develop this technique out of necessity.

In each village, a young man is selected to have this spell mark imprinted on his body. When monsters or vengeful spirits attack, the Onmyoji can use this spell to control the volunteer's body and exorcise them.

Although the humanoid manipulation technique was initially developed based on the idea of ​​creating a world where people could freely interact with each other, its inherent nature remains the same: once peace is restored to the world, no one wants to wake up one morning to find themselves inexplicably being controlled.

As a result, under the auspices of the Kamakura Shogunate, books recording the techniques of human magic were burned.

The specific procedures for this technique have been lost to this day.

Suzumoto Mayu only learned of the existence of this technique from a few words in the Onmyōdō manuals of Seifu Taisha.

I never expected that the mastermind behind tonight's attack would know this.

And like her, she is a shikigami.

Although both are spiritual power, shikigami are ultimately spirits. Whether it's her or tonight's attacker, the spiritual power they use is different from that of Kujo Toru.

Suzumoto Mayu didn't know where her opponent had learned this long-lost Yin-Yang technique, but her fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

In the name of the strongest shikigami, Suzumoto Gojo Satoru, she will not lose tonight!

You're guaranteed to win!

and so……

"Hmm, let me see which Yin-Yang technique I should use next?"

After her initial enthusiasm and ambition, she had to face the reality.

That means she didn't know much about Yin-Yang techniques.

After all, she was only taken in as a shikigami by the Great Demon King Kujou for a month at most, and she never had the chance to come into contact with these things in her previous life.

Even a genius would find it difficult to learn much in such a short time.

The illusion she just performed was already the result of her studying late into the night for the past two days.

The small teddy bear lay on the table and began flipping through the books.

Suzumoto Koko's phantom widened its eyes and quickly scanned the Yin-Yang formulas on it.

There's no other way but to cram at the last minute.

Meanwhile, Kujo Toru was still in the basement of Kurokawa Shrine.

The cruel and bloody Five Prisons Secret Technique greatly shocked Yoshino Asatake, a girl who had not experienced much of the strangeness of the world.

As she ran out of the baptismal chamber, another room of roughly the same size appeared before her.

The stench of blood in the stifling air grew even stronger.

The cold iron chains clanged against each other on the ceiling.

Strips of dried cured meat hung on it, like a naturally grown forest of meat.

Asahi Yoshino's expression, however, was quite unpleasant.

Although the skin and flesh are tightly attached to the bones due to atrophy, they can still be seen from the shape and length of the joints and the appearance of the toes.

These fleshy forests, pierced by iron hooks and hanging from the ceiling, are composed of the thighs of countless humans.

At a glance, they are so densely packed that it's impossible to count how many there are!

Large patches of black stains were stained on both sides of the walls.

Those are traces of dried blood, left behind long ago, before the underworld completely eroded this shrine.

"This is the Leg-Cutting Hell, one of the Five Hells. The girls who have finished bathing in the previous baptismal room will have their legs cut off here and undergo the first level of tempering."

Kujo Toru's explanation rang in her ears, as calm as ever.

It was as if no scene could surprise him.

He had already guessed it when he saw the so-called secret technique in the master's room of the Kurokawa family.

"At the same time, because they did not want the secret technique to be revealed, they chose to leave the remains of the girl who had gone through the five hells over the past hundred years here, in an attempt to seal this place off forever."

Although Asahi Yoshino had prepared herself mentally, the brutal, violent, savage, and inhuman scene before her was still hard for her to accept.

It's important to know that the secret arts never mention whether the baptism was voluntary.

In the very center of the broken-leg prison, there was a chair large enough for an adult to sit on with their legs outstretched, with specially made holes in it.

It was clearly used to restrain these girls who were being tortured.

The chair legs, now stained black with blood, bore gruesome claw marks, the bloodstains deeply etched into them.

It's enough to make one imagine many things.

"Lord Kujo, do you think things would have turned out differently if the ancestors of the Asabu family had left behind the secret techniques and the Murasame when they fled?"

Asahi Yoshino lowered her head, her voice very weak.

The tip of the Murasame sword in his hand pointed directly at the floor, and he seemed somewhat powerless.

Kujo Toru understood what she meant.

However, instead of giving her the answer she wanted, she chose a different response between yes and no:

"This question is meaningless."

Kujo Toru is a very realistic person.

No matter how much you do, it's impossible to undo what has already happened.

Rather than pondering these trivial matters, he preferred to think about things that were more useful.

Just like...

Why would that so-called benefactor go to such lengths, setting up a scheme that would last for a hundred years, to resurrect Yato-gami?

And what makes you think the Kurokawa family will continue to do things his way?

After a cursory look around the prison, finding nothing of value, Kujo Toru called out to Asagi Yoshino:

"Let's go, let's continue."

"Ah."

The girl roused herself and followed behind him, stepping on the dark wooden floor, leaving the blood-soaked secret room step by step.

As soon as she stepped into the passageway, a sudden surge of alertness ignited within her.

The Murasaki in my hand was emitting a slight tremor.

Almost without thinking, his body instinctively began to swing the sword, bringing out the kendo skills he had practiced since childhood.

A cold glint appeared.

The lingering resentment that silently emerged from the wall was cut in two, eventually dissipating into fragments.

However, it did not end there.

Ahead of the two, a man dressed in a priest's robe and wearing a tall hat emerged from the walls on either side of the passageway.

He was carrying an iron chain as thick as an arm, with bloodstains still visible on it.

His gaze swept over the lower bodies of the two men, his voice hoarse:

"Leave your legs behind so that you may be free..."