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

In other words...

"Finally, I don't have to use myself as a firework all the time."

Kujo Toru was in a good mood.

Compared to rituals, which have various limitations, the power of words is a much more useful talent with a wide range of applications.

Most importantly, the power of words can be used in extreme, energy-consuming ways, but it can also be used in economical ways!

Finally, I don't have to activate the Ninety-Nine Weapon state every time I encounter a slightly stronger monster.

Satisfied, he closed the system panel, picked up his hiking backpack, and took out a glittering golden bell.

That was Kurokawa Kiritsuki's Kagura bell, which he stuffed into the bell after it dissipated, and then brought it back with him.

Under the light, the three-tiered Kagura bell, shaped like ears of wheat, seemed to shimmer with golden light, making it look quite precious.

However, Kujo Toru didn't care. He casually placed the Kagura bell, which had been passed down in the Kurokawa family for over a hundred years and could be considered an antique, upside down on the coffee table. Then he got up from the sofa and turned off the lights.

Go to bed and sleep.

Time passed gradually, and the sky slowly began to brighten.

The night finally passed, and Fukuoka welcomed a brand new day.

It is also the annual final of the Jade Dragon Flag competition.

Although the atmosphere surrounding the Jade Dragon Flag was equally enthusiastic a few days ago, it paled in comparison to today's.

At least for Yoshino Asagi, she wasn't woken up by an alarm clock, but by the noise from the street.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and sat up in bed.

Her long, silvery-white hair was a little messy, and the buttons on her pajamas had come undone in her sleep, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Yawning, Yoshino reached for her phone and glanced at the time; it was a little after nine in the morning.

She got back at around 3 a.m. last night, which means she only slept for a little over five hours.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy within her body could reduce her dependence on sleep to some extent, and she managed to get enough sleep.

She threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked barefoot onto the tatami mat towards the bathroom to wash up and take care of her appearance.

A petite figure silently slipped through the wall and came to Asagi Yoshino's side.

It was Cong Yu, whom I hadn't seen all night.

To keep the spirit sword Murasame at its strongest, she chose to merge with the spirit sword last night and has been sleeping within it ever since.

She was not awakened until Yoshino Asagi returned to the hot spring inn.

"Lord Congyu, what's going on outside?"

With a toothbrush in her mouth, she asked Wu Fangnai a question that was difficult to pronounce.

Based on her understanding of Cong Yu, she must have just taken advantage of the fact that she was a spirit, invisible and inaccessible to ordinary people, and went out to watch the commotion.

"It's a float parade!"

Cong Yu's face was full of excitement.

Although she is a spirit worshipped by the Chaowu family for four hundred years and speaks in an old-fashioned manner, she spends most of her time in a deep sleep, and her actual mental age is not much different from her appearance.

Faced with such a lively situation, she was not much different from a child. Before Asagi Yoshino could ask any further questions, she continued speaking on her own:

"It's supposedly to celebrate the final of the Jade Dragon Flag competition! Apparently, the whole city was given a day off, and now the streets are packed with people!"

"Oh."

Chao Wufang responded listlessly.

She wasn't really interested in the Jade Dragon Flag; she just wanted a legitimate excuse to come over.

After all, the fewer people who know about the curse that the Asabu family carries, the better.

But speaking of which, isn't it true that Lord Kujo is going to participate in the finals of the Jade Dragon Flag competition?

Asatake Yoshino washed her face and suddenly remembered this.

The cold water gradually cleared my head.

The semi-finals will begin at 2 PM. Contestants need to arrive early, as it's quite a distance from here to the Fukuoka venue.

Taking into account mealtime, it seems like it's time to get up and get ready to leave.

Should we go and remind Kujo-sama?

The girl made her decision after only a moment's thought.

They completely ignored the fact that even without her reminder, the other members of the Soubu High School Kendo Club would have contacted Kujo Toru on their own initiative.

After tying her long hair into a high ponytail with a ribbon, Yoshino Asagi walked straight out of the room.

Lord Congyu has disappeared again; he must have gone off to travel around with the floats.

Asahi Yoshino was not worried at all. As long as the spirit sword Murasame-maru's true form was there, Lord Murasame would find his way back on his own.

Guided by her memory, she walked to the door of Kujo Toru's room, took a deep breath, took out her phone from the pocket of her pleated skirt, and turned on the front camera to examine herself.

Only after confirming that there was nothing wrong with his body did he knock on the door.

"Lord Kujo, it's me."

Even though the curse on her body had been lifted, the girl still used polite language and her movements were meticulous.

After doing all this, Yoshino Asatake pricked up her ears and began to listen to the sounds inside the room.

She vaguely heard the sound of bells, and then the door was opened.

An unexpected figure stood behind the door, a gentle smile on her face:

"Good morning."

The pure white shrine maiden outfit was tailored to fit her perfectly, highlighting the girl's figure beautifully.

Her long, black hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her slender, swan-like neck.

With her hands crossed in front of her lower abdomen, she was clearly a country girl who had never even been in a relationship, yet she inexplicably exuded the aura of a mistress of the house.

However, none of these are the most crucial factors. What truly matters is...

"Kurokawa Kiritsu?! Didn't you already vanish?!"

Chao Wufang's eyes widened, her shock evident in her expression.

Without the foundation of existence, celestial beings are like trees without roots, and the exhaustion of their spiritual power means utter death.

She saw it clearly last night; Kurokawa Kirizuki had indeed completely vanished.

How could he still be alive? And in Kujo Toru's room no less?

"If it weren't for Lord Kujo, I might have truly vanished."

Kurokawa Kirizuki's smile remained unchanged as he stepped aside to make way for her, gesturing for her to come in.

A moment later, Asagi Yoshino sat down in front of Kujo Toru, her hands resting on her skirt. Kurokawa Kiritsuki skillfully brewed two cups of hot tea and brought them to the two of them.

"Please use it."

"Thank you."

Asahi Yoshino thanked him somewhat awkwardly.

A sense of crisis suddenly welled up inside me.

However, at this moment, she couldn't bother to investigate where this feeling came from; figuring out how Kurokawa Kirizuki had been resurrected was more important.

Last night, she deliberately avoided talking about Misaki Mei because of his feelings.

Their gazes fell on Kujo Toru, who was quietly reading a book, awaiting his answer.

Volume 1: Chapter 208 (6K) Regional Discrimination on Equality

"Tsukumogami".

Kujo Toru calmly took a sip of tea and offered an explanation.

Tsukumogami, also known as Kujira, generally refers to yokai (supernatural beings) that are formed from old objects that have been in contact with humans for many years.

As Kurokawa Kirigetsu dissipated, he had already activated the Grand Technique Mirror Flower Water Moon.

While it's impossible to replace reality with illusion like Tsukiyomi, simply changing Kurokawa Kirigetsu's existence from the seal to Kagura Rin would be a straightforward matter.

Whether you say Kurokawa Kirizuki is Kagura Rin's tsukumogami or Kagura Rin's spirit, that's the general situation.

That's why he said those things to Misaki Mei last night.

After all, regardless of Kurokawa Kirigetsu's situation or the nobleman hiding in the shadows, going back to Seifu Taisha with him was the safest option.

Kurokawa Kirizuki stood beside them, smiling as he watched the two of them.

When she regained consciousness in the morning, she was also shocked, but after learning about the situation from Kujo Toru, she quickly accepted it.

There was even a faint sense of relief.

You can also see the sunlight streaming in, hear the noise outside, and watch people interact like you are now.

Being alive is truly a wonderful thing.

Upon hearing this, Yoshino Asagi was initially puzzled, but then her gaze fell upon the Kagura bell lying upside down on the coffee table, and she suddenly understood.

Although she didn't understand how Kujo Toru managed to do such a thing, she quickly grasped Kurokawa Kiritsuki's current situation.

"That's wonderful, Kurokawa-san."

Although she still felt a sense of crisis, Yoshino Asatake was genuinely happy for Kiritsuki Kurokawa.

"Just call me Wuyue."

Kurokawa Kirizuki smiled and took away the teacups that the two had finished drinking from.

If you look closely, you can see that there is actually a small gap between the cup and her palm; they are not actually touching.

After all, she is currently only in a spirit state and cannot touch a physical body at all; only by using spiritual power can she do this.

After chatting for a bit, Kujo Toru and Asatake Yoshino went out together to head to the Fukuoka venue.

He was already preparing to leave before the girl knocked on the door.

Yokota and his team had already gone ahead, saying they wanted to go early to scout out the opponent's condition and boost their morale.

Although, in Kujo Toru's view, he simply wanted to mock his old rival.

After all, his opponent in the semifinals, according to the group draw, was none other than Saitama's lightning striker, Sakamoto Heisan.

I just wonder if Yokota Go was so angry yesterday that he got into a fight in the street.

However, judging from Yokota's energetic voice on the phone this morning, it's most likely that this didn't happen, which is a bit of a shame.

This is not typical of Osaka.

Lost in thought about these random things, Kujo Toru and Asatake Yoshino walked side by side into the lobby of the hot spring inn.

Kurokawa Kirizuki followed behind, curiously observing the surroundings.

For a country girl who has always lived at Kurokawa Shrine, leading a simple life and never even attended school, everything in the city is so new.

Although her younger sister, Kurokawa Ritsuki, had told her other stories before, none of them were as shocking as seeing them with one's own eyes.

Just like...

Kujo Toru and Asagi Yoshino sat in the hall eating the breakfast provided by the restaurant, while Kurokawa Kiritsuki, having nothing to do, wandered around aimlessly.

When she returned to their side, she wore an expression that I couldn't understand but was greatly shocked by.

"People in the city don't wear undershirts when they wear yukatas?! Has the Lost Thirty Years really come to this? They can't even afford an undershirt for their yukatas anymore?!"

Her words were full of amazement, and no one knew where she had just wandered off to.

"Actually, it has been forty years of loss."

Kujo Toru added a sentence.

However, he couldn't answer this question either.

In his mind, even a kimono, let alone a yukata, would have an undergarment.