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

He wasn't familiar with that gigolo, and if the guy hadn't jumped and landed right in the alley next to his shop, he probably wouldn't have bothered to pay much attention to it.

It's good enough to live your own life well; why bother paying attention to others?

If it weren't for Kujo Toru and Kikyo lingering at his shop entrance today, he probably would have forgotten about it in a few days.

"Actually, it's still quite suspicious. The shop owners around here have been talking about it privately, but since the police have already determined the cause of death, they've let it go."

The florist lowered his voice as he spoke:

“Actually, we all suspect that the kid was hypnotized by the Salvation Society. In fact, before he jumped off the building, he went to a gathering of that sect, and all the debts were actually offered to that sect.”

“When he came back that day, I noticed he seemed dazed. I greeted him, but he acted as if he didn’t hear me. Then, less than ten minutes later, he jumped.”

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran upstairs behind the flower shop, not knowing what he was doing.

He returned a moment later, holding a pure white mask with a circle drawn on it in vermilion ink.

It resembles an eyeball.

Kujo Toru raised an eyebrow, and Kikyo's gaze also fell on the mask.

“The Salvation Society has been coming here to preach a lot lately, so to avoid trouble, I just offered it to them. Then they forced this on me, saying that the Mijima Purification Society will protect me on the end of the world.”

The florist threw the mask onto the counter, looking terrified.

"I just remembered that when that male prostitute came back, he was wearing a mask like this, only the appearance was a little different. Could it be that mine is also problematic?"

Kujo Toru pinched the mask, a glint of inspiration flashing in his eyes.

Kikyo's movements were almost synchronized with his.

There was no foul smell or resentment, and the material was just ordinary mass-produced plastic, nothing special.

"No problem."

After giving his conclusion, Kujo Toru was about to return the item to the florist, but the florist repeatedly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, you two please throw this in the trash for me, I don't want it anymore!"

"Row."

Kujo Toru nonchalantly agreed, stood up, walked out of the flower shop, and headed towards the alley next door.

Now that we have a better understanding of the situation, it's time to resolve the issues here first.

Kikyo silently followed behind him and walked out together.

The action is fast.

Before the florist could react, the two of them had already disappeared.

"Wait a minute... I haven't paid yet..." he muttered to himself, standing still.

After thinking for a long time, he still didn't choose to chase after them.

Forget it, I'm really scared. Let's wait until you two come back before we talk about it.

Volume 1: Chapter 220 (6K) A Broken Family, Her Helplessness

"Is this salvation society troublesome?"

The two walked one after the other in the alley. Kikyo would stop every few steps and then reach out to draw a talisman on the wall.

She was clearing away the foul air and, incidentally, setting up a protective barrier to prevent the thing inside from escaping.

"It's not that it's troublesome, it's just that I haven't had time to deal with it."

Kujo Toru held the white eyeball mask he had received from the florist in his left hand.

As long as the mask is in hand, one can use the Spirit-Tracing Technique at any time to find this so-called Salvation Society.

As you walk further in, you can faintly hear some noise.

Turning the corner, three men were standing in a circle, swinging their fists and feet.

Through the gap, you could see a woman lying on her side on the ground with her hands covering her head, curling her body into a ball to avoid being hit in vital areas; her movements were very practiced.

It's obvious that they're often treated like this.

The resentment in the air grew even stronger, churning and surging.

The alley, which was already devoid of sunlight, seemed to grow even darker.

Kikyo looked at the scene before her, her brows furrowing slightly, but not at these people.

Having wandered the chaotic Warring States period for so long, she rarely interfered in the grudges between ordinary people.

Because things between people are sometimes more troublesome and complicated than monsters. For example, right now, it seems like three men are bullying a woman.

But who knows if the woman might be the real perpetrator, and the three men are just seeking revenge?

Kujo Toru shared the same thought and didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on what was behind those people.

The pitch-black resentment mixed with the scarlet stench seemed to devour all the light.

One eye after another emerged from the void.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze wandering before settling on Kujo Toru and Kikyo, his eyes filled with greed and desire.

"Can you sense the aura of the Shikon Jewel?"

Kikyo was all too familiar with that look. It seemed that even after five hundred years, the yokai still had an instinctive pursuit of the Shikon Jewel.

Take the bow and arrow off your shoulder and raise them high above your head.

Then, he drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed.

Kujo Toru's voice rang in her ear:

"Keep it down."

Even though ordinary people can't see spiritual energy or anything else, the shrine maiden's exorcising arrow is almost as powerful as a missile. If she doesn't restrain herself, half the city might be able to see it.

Kikyo nodded silently.

She had originally planned to sweep away all the foul air and resentment along with the unformed monsters with a single arrow.

However, since Kujo Toru has said so, we can only wait until they fully reveal themselves before we can defeat them.

The two men's intrusion startled the three thugs.

After all, this alley is a dead end. It is usually used as an escape route for the complex and the back door of the flower shop. No one unrelated to the building would ever walk through it.

That's why they specifically brought this woman here.

I was a little worried that the couple would call the police after seeing what was happening. One of them turned around and decided to intimidate them and get rid of them as soon as possible.

His gaze swept over the shrine maiden's bow on her shoulder and the two swords Kujo Toru wore at his waist, but he didn't pay them any attention.

After all, the clothes these two are wearing are either hunting robes or shrine maiden outfits, so they're obviously cosplaying. These things are probably props or something.

These days, who would brazenly carry such a weapon on the street? And if that were the case, they'd probably be arrested before even leaving the house.

I don't know why these two didn't go to the comic convention but instead wandered around this red-light district, and even deliberately went into these deserted alleys. Aren't they afraid of getting into trouble?

The man was puzzled. He shook his head and took two steps forward.

Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I felt like I understood why those two people had come to this alley.

It's a red-light district again, and it's so remote and deserted... Could it be...?

I looked up at the sky; the sun was shining brightly.

He was deeply moved.

Are otaku really going to be this creative these days? Not just in the wild, but even during the day?!

Looking at the two unfortunate souls again with an indescribable expression, he had a new feeling.

After taking a closer look at Kikyo's face, he was shocked for the second time and began to feel jealous.

No, why? Why can this otaku play these kinds of games with such a good-looking person, while he has to stay single?!

Is this right? This can't be right!

No way! These shameless bastards have to be taught a lesson they deserve! They'll be so happy to enjoy thrills in broad daylight!

With this thought in mind, his expression turned fierce, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Kujo Toru.

After walking a few quick steps, I saw the two of them exchange a few words in hushed tones. Then, the rather beautiful young woman took the bow and arrow off her shoulder.

He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed straight at him.

The arrow, gleaming with a cold light, was clearly made of metal and was not a prop.

An invisible fear instantly enveloped the doctor, as if it were a scar that had been drawn across his entire body.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like countless eyes were on him, and a chill ran down his spine.

Instinct compels him to flee.

But he dared not.

Because the priestess was looking at him expressionlessly.

His steps stopped abruptly, his fierce expression making him look like he was about to cry, and his legs felt weak.

He immediately spread his arms high and gave a French-style military salute, his voice hoarse:

"Well, actually I..."

Before she could finish speaking, the priestess had already let go.

The soft snap of the bowstring cut off all the rest of his words.

A sharp gust of air grazed his face, cutting painfully.

The strength in his legs completely drained, and he collapsed to the ground.

In Kujo Tetsu's view, the Demon-Slaying Arrow glowed with a rich spiritual light, tearing straight through the air and flying into the gaping maw of blood without any hindrance.

Then a flash of inspiration struck.

The airflow is turbulent.

The shrine maiden's robes fluttered in the wind, and her long, jet-black hair swayed in the breeze.

It is very sacred.

In the end, the spiritual power completely shredded the newly formed monster horde, and the arrow passed through the gap between the two men, embedding itself heavily in the cement wall behind them.

It made a muffled thud, and cement fragments flew everywhere.

The front half was completely submerged, leaving only the tail feathers sticking out.

The remaining people all froze in place.

Not only the three men who narrowly escaped the arrows, but even the girl lying on the ground dared not move an inch.

I even lowered my breathing.

Because the shrine maiden was looking at them with her head slightly lowered, without saying a word, her eyes narrowed.

"Let's go."

Kikyo suddenly spoke up, turning to look at Kujo Toru.

"it is good."

Kikyo didn't linger any longer after Kujo Toru responded, and took the lead in walking outside.

The three men all breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the girl got up from the ground, hugged the thing in her arms tightly, her face full of tension, swallowed, and seemed to want to shout.

However, before she could speak, a pure white mask had already jumped out of her arms.

The eyes drawn with vermilion ink looked particularly eerie in the shadows.

At the same time, the shadows beneath everyone's feet seemed to come alive, wriggling incessantly.

To the girl's astonishment and shock, the shadow transformed into a viscous black liquid, converging towards the mask.

Then, it transformed into a completely ferocious monster.