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

"Okay."

The high priest's smile grew even sweeter as he watched Kujo Toru step up the platform.

"But this fellow believer looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

"Yes," Kujo Toru replied, his expression unchanged.

"What's your name?"

The high priest pressed for an answer, and without a second thought, the man threw out a false name.

"Toru Yamagami, Ryoko Yamagami's older brother."

Language has its own power, and so do names.

Knowing the true name of a shikigami allows one to form a contract, and knowing the true name of a yokai allows one to command it.

In the realm of divine arts, there are countless techniques targeting true names, not to mention that the unseen gaze has always been fixed on him, never looking away.

From any perspective, it's impossible for Kujo Toru to reveal his real name here.

"But as far as I know, Ms. Yamagami Ryoko's brother has already passed away."

The high priest still wore a smile, but spoke rather cold words.

Ryoko Yamagami pursed her lips and gripped her skirt tightly. Hiyori Iki held her hand and comforted her.

Akiyama Seiya had initially assumed that Kujo Toru was one of the Salvation Society's people, and his gaze was filled with hostility.

But after hearing those words, a look of astonishment crossed his face.

"Cousin from afar, the High Priest can remember the name of every parishioner, but can't he remember their family situation?"

Kujo Toru casually countered with a question.

The high priest's lips twitched slightly.

Even if she were looking for trouble, she couldn't have come up with such a thing.

Don't you even know whether your identity is real or fake? And you have the nerve to blame me for not remembering your family details?

Do I have to meticulously research and memorize the family tree of every believer in the Salvation Church?

However, she did not get angry; instead, she took the blame upon herself.

“It is because I have been too focused on listening to the teachings of Mijima Jōfu no Mikoto recently, and I have not paid enough attention to the fellow believers. It is my dereliction of duty.”

After subtly insulting Kujo Toru with a remark, the High Priest stepped back two paces to make way for him.

"Please, fellow believer Yamagami Toru, stand here. The summoning ceremony is about to begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the stadium suddenly went out, leaving only bright sunlight streaming in through the windows.

But soon, half of the group of people with white eyeball masks behind her went to draw the curtains.

Makoto Akiyama was also somewhat tempted.

This damn woman is now more empty than ever before.

If we were to make a move now...

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

Two people stood close to the high priest, glancing at him almost imperceptibly.

The opportunity hasn't come yet, let's be patient a little longer.

Hold on!

The heavy curtains blocked out all the light, plunging the entire stadium into complete darkness.

Only the candle surrounding Akiyama Seiya provided a meager light, casting an uncertain glow on his face.

"Why... do I feel a little cold?"

After staring at the High Priest with hatred for a while, Ryoko Yamagami suddenly noticed that the temperature inside the gymnasium seemed to have dropped considerably.

An unsettling chill seemed to permeate the surroundings, seeping into her very bones.

In fact, not only her, but other believers also noticed this, causing some commotion.

The candlelight flickered, and the high priest's shadow seemed to begin to distort.

"Fellow believers, please calm down. This is normal. It is Lady Mijima Seifu no Mikoto performing a miracle."

Makoto Akiyama wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the high priest's voice seemed to have become deeper.

There was a second voice mixed in faintly.

The orange light made her crimson hunting robes appear even more vibrant, as if they were stained with blood.

Even the golden crown he wore on his head had lost its sacredness and was stained with a little blood.

However, Makoto Akiyama was already too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else.

Because the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

The indoor lighting was dim, making it difficult for those wearing white eyeball masks to notice his movements.

Most importantly, in order to appease the believers, the woman took a few steps forward, creating distance between herself and the crowd behind her.

At this moment, the person in the bright red hunting robe was less than a meter away from him, and had their back to him completely unguarded.

He even felt that he could push the woman who had swindled his mother's life-saving money off the platform with just one reach!

So Makoto Akiyama also took action, filled with hatred.

The candle was kicked over and fell to the ground, and a figure rushed towards it.

A glint of cold light reflected the candlelight, flashing in the darkness, carrying his determination, and pierced the crimson hunting robe, penetrating the woman's back.

Grip the handle of the fruit knife tightly with both hands and push it forward forcefully.

My adrenaline was surging, and my body was trembling from the overwhelming excitement.

His father died in an accident when he was young, and his mother raised him alone.

Because she was worried that her stepfather might treat her harshly, her mother did not remarry. Because she was worried that the education in her rural hometown was not good, her mother stayed alone in the big city.

Unable to find a stable, long-term job, my mother worked three odd jobs every day to make ends meet.

In Akiyama Seiya's memory, his childhood was always about that dilapidated three-and-a-half-tatami mat apartment and his mother, whom he could hardly see more than a few times a month.

After finally finishing high school and getting into university, he joined a decent company and worked hard for seven or eight years.

He had sworn to repay his mother properly.

So his girlfriend of many years broke up with him because he refused to give up living with his mother.

My mother developed a terminal illness due to years of overworking.

The surgery would drain all his savings and leave him with a heavy debt, but he chose to accept it.

He chose to resign because the success rate of surgeries performed by doctors at the local hospital was not high.

After making numerous inquiries and personally visiting the surgeon multiple times, we finally managed to persuade a highly respected expert in the field to spare the time to perform the surgery.

But just as he was about to call his mother to tell her the good news, he received a call from the police station instead.

While he was out looking for a doctor, his mother did not follow his plan to be hospitalized for treatment and await surgery. Instead, she secretly discharged herself from the hospital without telling him.

He also donated all the money he had originally planned to use for surgery to an organization called the Salvation Society.

Ultimately, the uncontrolled deterioration of his condition exceeded all expectations, so much so that his mother passed away just as he had found the surgeon.

It was only when a neighbor noticed something was wrong that they discovered the incident, called the police, and had a death certificate issued.

His life was completely ruined.

Makoto Akiyama didn't blame his mother for trusting these beasts so easily, because when he went home to sort through her belongings, he found a donation wish that his mother had written herself while enduring the pain of her illness.

She felt that she was too useless and had dragged down his life, failing to give him a complete family or a good life.

Even his girlfriend of high school broke up with him because of her.

So after personally experiencing the bizarre natural disaster of last week and witnessing the High Priest's miracles, she came to believe in the Salvation Society.

May Cheng also live well in this new era.

This was the last line his mother left in the donation book.

It was also a suicide note.

Therefore, from beginning to end, Makoto Akiyama only hated the Salvation Society.

His life is over, but before that, he will take the Salvation Society with him to the end!

Come with me and let us sink into hell!

Seiya Akiyama's eyes were cold.

But soon, his heart turned cold.

The sensation of the knife piercing the skin, penetrating the muscle, and puncturing the organ was so vividly real.

He could even feel warm liquid flowing down the hilt of the knife and into the spaces between his fingers.

The smell of blood lingered in my nostrils.

Makoto Akiyama was also very certain that he had just stabbed the other man in the heart through the back.

but……

Why hasn't this woman collapsed yet?

There wasn't even a scream?

Even the white-eyed masked men he had expected to rush up and stop him didn't make a move; they just stood there and watched coldly.

He didn't know why; he only knew that people could kill and die.

If they don't die, then kill them a few more times!

He drew his knife, wrapped his left arm around the High Priestess's neck, and held her tightly in his arms. Akiyama Seiya raised his blood-stained right hand high.

Fresh blood dripped from the blade tip, slowly staining the crimson hunting robe.

The dim candlelight seemed stained with blood, flickering erratically.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

Heart, lungs, throat...

The stadium was silent, except for Akiyama Makoto, who was frantically swinging his sword.

It's like performing a one-man show.

Silent.

A strong stench of blood filled the air, and on the high platform, blood had already flowed all over the ground.

His short-sleeved shirt and work pants were completely soaked in blood and clung tightly to his body.

His face was covered in blood, making him look like a demon crawling out of the underworld.

Finally, as he thrust his sword forcefully towards the high priest's brow, the slippery blood on his palm caused him to lose his grip on the blade, which flew far away.

It hit the floor with a crisp clanging sound.

"Have you vented your anger, Akiyama-kun?"

The high priest, whose body had been pierced and riddled with holes, finally spoke.

The sound became rougher than before, as if something was roaring.

She turned her head to look at him.

His face was deathly pale, and he had no expression whatsoever.

His dark eyes reflected Akiyama Seiya's face.

The shadow beneath my feet became increasingly distorted.

“If it’s over, we can begin the summoning ritual.”

"And you will see your mother one last time."

She said it so calmly.