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

His right hand rested on the hilt of the divine sword.

Kujo Toru took a deep breath, and then drew his sword!

A chilling glint shimmered in the rain.

The chilling atmosphere dissipated.

Two famous ancient swords, passed down from ancient times, clashed fiercely.

It sparked an orange flame.

Two pairs of golden eyes stared at each other.

"A wonderful iaido. It's rare to see a priest with such swordsmanship."

The young man gave a cold compliment.

His bright, golden eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.

As the young master of the Snake Clan and the director of the Executive Bureau, what he needs to do now is to cut the guy in front of him who dared to abduct his sister to pieces without wasting any more words.

However, as a samurai, he still gave the praise he deserved.

"Your presentation stream is also good."

Kujo Toru also responded with a comment.

The young man's previous move, the Great Robe Slash, had fully revealed the true essence of the Manifestation Style.

A single strike is fatal; there is never a second blow.

If he hadn't noticed something was wrong and stopped in time, he would have been cut in two long ago.

He released his left hand, which had been gripping the shrine maiden's wrist.

"You go first, I'll catch up in a bit."

The most troublesome guy has caught up, and there's no way to deal with her anymore.

We can only hope that this girl, who is like a newborn fawn, can find her own way out.

At least until he gets rid of this guy.

"Eri, you're so filthy! You should have had enough fun, right? Be a good girl and go home. I'll play games with you all day tomorrow!"

The young man followed suit, showing no intention of forcibly taking the runaway shrine maiden back; instead, he gently persuaded her.

Kujo Toru was taken aback by the unexpected attitude and subconsciously turned to look at the little shrine maiden.

Isn't something a little off?

According to the mission description, wasn't she trapped in a cage, which is why she longed for freedom?

But judging from the situation, if she wants to, no one can take her back.

Erii Uesugi simply nodded in response to the gazes of the two people.

The young man's tense expression relaxed as he assumed she had agreed to go back with him.

Just as I was about to speak, I saw the girl lift the hem of her scarlet hakama, take long strides, and run forward against the wind and rain.

His face darkened again.

My back molars are practically crushed.

She used to be so happy just from me saying I'd play games with her...

He glared fiercely at Kujo Toru, his killing intent becoming even more intense.

But now is not the time to kill this guy, we need to get Erii back quickly!

She hasn't received the bloodline stabilization serum injection yet!

With his right foot stomping hard on the concrete, the young man was about to give chase when a flash of light forced him to stop.

"Want to pursue her? Have you asked me first?"

Seeing the hunting-clothed boy blocking his way with a knife, the young man took a deep breath.

Wind, rain, and water vapor all enter the lungs through the mouth.

Oxygen is burning, blood is boiling.

A series of crackling sounds emanated from his body.

Thousands of bones were forcibly twisted together by the immense force, transforming into a complete keel.

The forces that had been dormant in the dark side of history have been awakened anew.

The eerie golden eyes stared intently at the heavily guarded Kujo Toru.

"The ancient flow, the source is young."

"The Nine True Transmissions of the Shinto Path, the Nine Transmissions."

After the traditional samurai exchanged names, a bloody battle ensued.

The gale seemed to have subsided.

The downpour seemed to slow down.

The two ancient swords clashed fiercely.

A small ripple of air was stirred up around him.

The approaching raindrops instantly disintegrated into mist.

Almost instantly, Kujo Tetsu's sword stance was completely destroyed by primal violence.

The Divine Blade emitted a mournful groan.

The body retreated step by step.

Stepping into the puddles created ripples that spread out in circles.

This is the most fundamental form of overwhelming force.

The demonic power the system gave him was far inferior in quality to that of Genjiro.

If Kujo Toru hadn't been quite knowledgeable about yokai and hadn't had his own way of using yokai power, he probably would have already lost his will to fight under the instinctive suppression when they announced their names.

Even so, Kujo Toru showed no sign of giving up.

Instead, she completely let go of herself.

Two completely different forces, spiritual power and demonic power, surged within his body.

Onmyoji techniques and swordsmanship, specifically designed to subdue non-human entities, are used to their fullest extent.

Curses, hand seals, paper exorcisms, swordsmanship...

This was the first time he had exhausted all means to fight his opponent with all his might.

However, even the best mechanisms are worthless in the face of extreme numerical values.

After activating his dragon bone form, Genjiro completely transformed into a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Things you don't understand? Just chop them off.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu did the same thing when he used the Spider Cutter to defeat the Tsuchigumo.

The only thing that puzzled him was...

The guy on the other side named Kujo Toru was clearly being suppressed by him, and was in danger several times.

But why is he smiling?

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The following is the Python timeline.

It's a similar supernatural story; you can check it out if you're interested.

Synopsis: "As Japan's most famous urban legend, what storms haven't I weathered?"

"Over the decades, how many exorcists and time travelers have tried to defeat me?"

"Those guys, there's all sorts of monsters and demons out there. There are those who use talismans and magic coins, those who nail peach wood swords to coffins, those who wield katanas and use dimensional slashes, those who use laser guns and laser swords, those who use strange fire, and one who's holding his ultimate bladder sword and saying he's going to inject me with positive energy..."

The eight-foot-tall man, who was being interviewed by a reporter, suddenly slammed his fist on the table, extremely agitated: "But who the hell can translate this for me? What the hell is this called the Specium Ray?!?!"

Portal:

Volume 1: Chapter 31 Evolving into a Sensible Pear

Despite his many doubts, Genjiro, as the head of the Executive Bureau, was a ruthless killer who had experienced countless battles.

He simply kept it to himself and didn't show it on his face.

However, Kujo Tetsu's golden eyes, tinged with a hint of azure, seemed to see right through his thoughts.

Clang!

Blades clashed.

Sparks flew.

There were no fancy moves or tricks.

The sheer violence completely shattered Kujo Toru's composure.

The ancient sword named Spider Cutter severely suppressed the Divine Sword.

It pressed down all the way up to his shoulders.

Raindrops pattered against the blade.

Clear water flowed down the blade.

The wind and rain seemed to be getting stronger.

The two once-renowned ancient swords were tightly locked together, trembling violently.

Yuan Zhisheng exhaled heavily, and in the midst of the torrential rain, he transformed into a wisp of white mist that slowly dissipated.

Fresh oxygen re-enters the lungs, injecting new fuel into this killing machine.

A torrent of violence erupted from within him.

His golden eyes were so intense they were almost blinding.

The Divine Blade finally gave out.

The position is slowly descending.

The sharp blade tore through the snow-white hunting robe, staining it with drops of blood, like plum blossoms.

Kujo Toru laughed heartily.

Because in this brief exchange of blows, his ritual was finally complete.

Your stats are indeed very powerful, but unfortunately, my mechanics are designed to target you specifically.

Who says that playing with mechanics means you can't have numerical values?

"You bastard, you suddenly disappeared on the rooftop last time, and now you're here to kidnap Erii. Just who are you?"

He could have easily cut him and his katana in two with just a little more effort, but seeing the increasingly broad smile on Kujo Toru's face, Genji felt no sense of security whatsoever.

This guy's hybrid level is extremely high, completely surpassing that of an A-level hybrid.

Moreover, the power of words is extremely strange. Even now, Genji still can't figure out what his power of words is.

"The Dragon King of the Demon Clan?!"

Genji gritted his teeth, his arm muscles bulging, trying to distract Kujo Toru with words while also hoping to seize this rare opportunity to kill him on the spot.

But his response was—

"A dust-free land!"

Ancient rhythms echoed in the downpour.

This is a ritual to communicate with heaven and earth.

In the myth, a fierce wind suddenly spreads outwards from the boy's body as the center.