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

After thinking for a moment, she braced herself against the edge of the well and jumped in.

Volume 1: Chapter 218 (4K) The Modern Adventures of a Village Girl from the Warring States Period

Kujo Toru felt that there was nothing unusual during the entire descent.

Just like that night when he chased after the Kusanagi and jumped down.

There was no sense of floating, nor any feeling of depth.

It's just an ordinary fall from a height, and then an ordinary landing on both feet.

By the time he stood up straight and looked up at the well, the world had completely changed.

The sunlight above the well has disappeared, replaced by the dim light from the roof beams.

The boundary between the ordinary world and reality, which had been completely blurred, has been restored.

Although it is still fragile, at least ordinary people will not live the kind of precarious life where they wake up in the morning to the sound of someone shouting "The monster is coming!"

The foul air is also much less noticeable than it was during the Warring States period.

Kujo Toru looked down at his chest.

It seems that the Shikon Jewel is the key to traveling between the two eras through this well.

I just don't know how Ama no Kusanagi got there back then.

With his right hand lightly gripping the smooth well wall, he pushed off with his feet and leaped out.

The snow-white hunting robe fluttered lightly, like a large bird.

Pushing open the slightly ajar wooden door, sunlight streamed in, and fresh air rushed in.

Along with them came the gazes of a whole host of people.

"Why is this door open?"

Outside the shrine, a group of burly men stood with their hands behind their backs, seemingly discussing something.

His hair was neatly combed, he wore a fitted black suit, and a gold-plated watch on his wrist; he looked like a security guard or a yakuza member.

The name tags pinned to their suit jackets, however, proved their identities.

[First Investigation Division, National Police Agency].

This refers to the "Gold Watch Group," which Daisuke Kosaka had hoped he would get into. It's the most elite police force, specializing in cases involving arms smuggling, major murders, and drug trafficking.

Rumors even suggest that they have the authority to directly mobilize parts of the Self-Defense Forces.

Now it seems that the rumor is true.

Kujo Toru squinted in the sunlight.

That night, this place became the battlefield between him and Yingbang, especially those two attacks of Hell Dragon Break. Although they did not cause any damage to the city, they basically destroyed the land of Higurashi Shrine.

The hill was cut in two, and the entire shrine, except for the Bone-Eating Well and the Sacred Tree, was completely destroyed.

Around the ruins, the Ground Self-Defense Force, armed with live ammunition and dressed in camouflage uniforms, had already set up a cordon, completely surrounding the area.

There were even several armored personnel carriers parked nearby.

Excavators and other construction equipment, painted with special designs, are working on the ruins of the rear hall of the nearby Higurashi Shrine.

Has the country already taken action to control it?

Kujo Toru was somewhat surprised, but upon reflection, it seemed perfectly reasonable.

After all, the Evangelion Shinshin, which was touted as being capable of anything and a true symbol of technological glory, was simply cleaved in two by the Roc.

If this still doesn't attract attention, then this country is completely finished, meow.

Although in reality, it feels like it will be about the same in a few decades.

Of course, this refers to the complete collapse of the boundary line.

But if that's the case, how is Hiyori Iki doing now?

Kujo Toru thought of his serving priestess.

After the last training mission ended, she was sent directly back to the modern world. Could she have been arrested?

With this in mind, Kujo Tetsu immediately began to communicate with Iki Hiyori through the connection between the gods and the priestesses.

At the same time, he started walking outside.

He planned to first go back to the purification shrine in this world to take a look.

After the wooden door was pushed open, the First Investigation Division heard the sound behind them and turned around.

Then his gaze went straight past Kujo Toru and into the room.

There was nothing there.

There were no people left, not even any belongings. The miscellaneous items that the old shrine master had stored here had long been moved away.

"It was probably the wind."

One of them offered a relatively reasonable explanation, completely unaware that Kujo Toru had just swaggered past him.

"Did you feel the wind picking up just now?"

The captain glared at him and retorted with a question. The man who had spoken earlier couldn't withstand the pressure and lowered his head.

But the captain didn't let him off the hook and kicked him in the butt.

"Stop pretending to be dead! Come inside with me right now to check the situation, then report it!"

The person who had spoken immediately fell silent, regretting their own rudeness.

"You are on standby outside at any time."

"Yes!"

The captain reached into his waistband, pulled out a pistol, and slowly crept towards the cabin.

The team members followed closely behind him.

I carefully pressed myself against the wall, listening to what was happening inside.

It was very quiet.

Just as the team members said, it was simply a gust of wind that blew the door open.

But that's impossible.

The captain hadn't forgotten the video he'd seen in the secret files when he was sent here.

Those are two human-shaped natural disasters.

After watching that video, you'll never doubt the existence of gods again.

Therefore, ever since he arrived at this battlefield, which had once become a battleground for gods, he has never dared to let his guard down for a moment.

Because you really can die.

He raised his left hand and gestured to the person behind him, then felt his clothes being tugged twice.

Clearly, the other party had understood the instructions.

So you@疚霓琉 went to the doctor and he moved directly.

He burst into the wooden house at the fastest speed he had ever seen, rushing in like a gust of wind, his hands outstretched, gun level.

The foul-mouthed guy followed behind him, his movements agile, assuming a hip-shooting stance.

They stood to his left and right, forming a cross, aiming at the woman who had just emerged from the well.

"Don't move!"

The loud shouts echoed inside the wooden house, leaving Kikyo, who had just followed, somewhat bewildered.

Is this what greetings will look like 500 years from now?

What is that the other side holding in their hands? A future musket?

Kikyo looked at it curiously for a moment.

She had only seen a musket once during her travels; its power was only so-so, but it was rather troublesome to use.

I wonder how firearms have evolved in this era.

Just looking at her like that, the already sensitive squad leader of the First Investigation Division immediately became agitated.

In a place where a great battle of gods once took place, a long-haired woman dressed in white robes and scarlet trousers emerged from a well in a gloomy little wooden house.

He felt that anyone who could refrain from taking action in this situation was practically a Buddha.

And it has to be Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

boom! boom! boom!

Three gunshots rang out in succession.

Upon hearing the commotion, the members outside drew their guns and rushed over almost without thinking.

Just as they were taking in the view inside the building and preparing to fire along with their captain, a faint voice sounded from behind them:

"stop."

An ancient, invisible force spread through the air.

Immediately, everyone stopped moving, lowered their hands, put their guns back in their waistbands, and turned to leave.

It was as if none of the previous events had ever happened.

"Word magic, you've manipulated their memories?"

The shrine maiden remained as composed as ever, her eyes, like autumn water, fixed on Kujo Toru standing outside the wooden door with a hint of curiosity.

"No, I just wove a dream for them."

Kujo Toru shook his head.

Words of power can only make people forget a memory, but for these elite police officers of the First Investigation Division, the first thing they would do upon discovering that they have lost their memory is to report it to their superiors.

He doesn't like things to escalate to the point of bothering him.

Although I haven't fully grasped the [Mirror Flower Water Moon] grand spell given to me by Tsukiyo, I can still create a dreamlike illusion that can confuse reality by combining it with the power of words.

Kikyo nodded. Although she didn't know how he did it, she chose to believe him.

The two walked side by side down the mountain. To avoid trouble, Kujo Toru had cast a dream spell on all the officials remaining at Higurashi Shrine.

Now, even if you walk right past these people, you'll just pretend you didn't see them.

Having traversed five hundred years of time, Kikyo is curious about everything.

"Public servants in this era all have this kind of...this kind of..."

The shrine maiden pointed to the hair of the First Investigation Division member who walked straight past them, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't come up with a suitable word.

Ultimately, only one plausible explanation could be chosen from her reserves:

"These are the kind of hairstyles worn by temple servants? They shouldn't be monks, right?"

During the Warring States period, noblemen generally wore their hair in a topknot, while commoners also tied their hair up. Warriors would shave their heads into a chonmage style for easier helmet wearing. There was almost no short hair like that of modern people.

Even among monks, growing their hair long is the norm.

She hadn't expected that short hair seemed to be so common in this era.

“Hmm,” Kujo Toru thought for a moment. It was too complicated to explain the origin of this hair, so he could only give a brief explanation: “It’s easier to manage when it’s short, and it’s also easier to do manual labor.”

This explanation is not entirely complete, because although farmers in the Warring States period did work, they did not cut their clothes to the extent that it was mainly a result of the industrial age.

However, explaining industrialization to a shrine maiden who lived 500 years ago seemed a bit too much trouble for Kujo Toru.

Fortunately, although Kikyo still didn't quite understand, she nodded and accepted the explanation.

After walking a short distance, Kikyo frowned again, her voice a little heavy:

Is this era still unstable?

Kujo Toru glanced at her, somewhat puzzled as to why she had suddenly thought of this issue.

But then I thought about it again, after all, Kikyo was born during the Warring States period, and given her personality, it's quite normal for her to be interested in that.