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

Golden eyes pierced through layers of rain.

Like two pillars, they divide the street into two sides.

"Head of the Uesugi family, come back with us."

The crow earnestly advised him.

To stop this little monster who suddenly decided to run away from home, the entire enforcement bureau was mobilized and all nearby intersections were blocked off.

Considering the difference in strength, he and Yaksha, both A-rank hybrids, were assigned to guard this path with the highest probability of being breached.

The goal is not to obstruct, but to delay.

Everything will be alright as long as the invincible young master arrives.

The original plan was like this...

His gaze shifted to Kujou Tetsu, who was lying in Uesugi Erii's arms.

Seeing that the other was also unconscious, Crow and Yaksha both breathed a sigh of relief.

The distress on his face eased considerably.

I just learned from Sister Ying that the young master was seriously injured in the battle and has been rushed to the family hospital for treatment.

If this guy were still awake, the two of them would have to think of what death poem to recite that wouldn't be so embarrassing.

“Head of the Uesugi family, this guy is dangerous. Put him down and come back with us.”

Yasha stepped forward, trying to persuade him while preparing to snatch Kujo Toru away.

However, the little priestess took a step back, dodging the Yaksha's hand.

He grinned, revealing his two little tiger teeth.

It hissed at the two of them, mimicking a cat guarding its food.

Yaksha's hand froze in mid-air, then awkwardly withdrew it.

There's really no way to solve this.

If they take forceful action and anger this little monster, no one can bear the consequences.

That is, if someone survives and takes responsibility.

If the young master were here, they might be able to coax her back with gentle persuasion, but now that young master has been beaten into the ICU by that guy, there's absolutely no one who can stop her.

However, considering the possibility that the other party might go berserk due to unstable bloodline, Crow and Yaksha had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to persuade them.

However, Erii Uesugi completely ignored the two of them.

He walked straight out from the middle, carrying Kujo Toru in his arms.

The two unfortunate brothers were left staring at each other in the rain.

Genji Heavy Industries Building.

Tachibana Masamune sat quietly in the tea room.

Wearing a black haori with a gentian pattern, she still looked energetic despite her full head of silver hair.

His wrinkled face was solemn.

Use a teaspoon to scoop out the tea leaves and carefully place them into the white porcelain cup.

Pick up the copper kettle and pour hot water in a clockwise circular motion along the rim of the cup.

A delicate aroma of tea wafted out.

The entire process was carried out with meticulous attention to detail.

As the current head of the Snake Clan, he naturally knew about the little monster running away from home and being abducted.

Despite being surprised by the other party's rebellious behavior, he still entrusted the matter to his nominal son, Genjiro.

Not only over the years, but Yuan Zhisheng has always made him feel at ease with his work.

More importantly, he is the Emperor, a super hybrid, and the supreme being in the entire underworld.

Although there are reports that the audacious boy is very strong, it doesn't matter.

As the leader of the demons, King General, he did not arrange for his demons to participate in this matter.

In other words, the other party is just a wild hybrid that popped out of nowhere, and there's no need to pay attention to them.

The emperor's majesty is not something anyone can challenge.

All I need to do is brew a cup of hot tea here and warm it up for Chisei and Erii when they return.

After discarding the first brew of tea, Tachibana Masamune poured in hot water again, waited quietly for a while, and then began to serve the tea.

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and sighed:

"My son is invincible in the world."

"Patriarch!"

The hurried footsteps pounded on the wooden floor, accompanied by a rather flustered sound.

The paper door was pulled open, and Gu Yi, a burly man in a black suit, stepped out. Ignoring all formalities and formalities, he directly relayed the latest news he had received:

"The young master was seriously injured and fell into a coma by that unknown mixed-race person. He is currently being treated at the family hospital."

His hand trembled slightly as he held the teacup, and Tachibana Masamune's eyes widened.

"We suspect the enemy is the Dragon King of the Demon Clan. The front lines are requesting permission to deploy the entire clan's forces!"

hiss.

The scalding hot tea splashed directly onto his hand, some of it even dripping onto his pants, causing him to gasp in shock.

Dragon King? What Dragon King? I didn't order the Demon Clan to act! Has Kazama Ruri acted on her own again?

No, I need to go check on the situation with the Ghost Clan. As for here...

After a quick thought, Tachibana Masamune's face revealed a hint of anxiety:

"Take me to Chisei's place to check his injuries first, we can discuss the rest later."

"Yes!"

Volume 1: Chapter 33 The Ramen Master

The torrential rain, which covered a wide area and lasted for an extremely long time, finally began to subside.

Night falls and the city lights come on.

People gradually left their homes and wandered through the streets and alleys of Tokyo.

The desolate and gloomy world finally began to regain its former prosperity and bustle.

The hidden underworld also fell into a brief period of calm after the emperor of the Snake-Headed Eight Families was seriously injured by a boy who resembled Ryoma of the Demon Clan.

It was in this peaceful atmosphere that the scarlet shrine maiden wandered the streets.

Her dark red hair, bound with sandalwood paper, was still slowly dripping water.

The pure eyes reflected the various neon lights, filled with curiosity.

She held the unconscious boy in her arms, her knees repeatedly striking his waist like a swinging hammer.

The boy showed no signs of waking up, but thankfully his breathing remained steady.

The wound on my shoulder has stopped bleeding.

This unusual combination drew curious glances from passersby.

However, after catching a glimpse of the priestess's face and the boy's hunting robe stained red, they all looked away.

It's obviously a matter between ethnic groups; we shouldn't get involved.

For ordinary people in this metropolis, they understand what it means to "read the air" because everyone around them has been teaching them this skill since they were young.

However, since no one had taught her, Erii Uesugi couldn't understand the aloofness and indifference in the air. Instead, she enthusiastically appreciated the bustling night view that she had never seen in reality before.

Whether it's the passing pedestrians, the dazzling neon lights, or the endless stream of cars, everything is new and wonderful to the little monster who has been staying in the room and has never stepped out.

While appreciating the beauty, she did not forget the "expectations" she carried.

Looking down at Kujo Toru's sleeping face, Uesugi Erii was filled with the fighting spirit to prove herself.

I will never be a nuisance!

However, this fighting spirit quickly dissipated.

Because she didn't know what to do.

Her delicate face scrunched up as she tried to recall the escape route that Kujo Toru had taken her, attempting to learn something useful from it.

Suddenly, she remembered the question the boy had asked her earlier.

Complex terrain or crowded places?

His slightly listless eyes lit up.

If I run to these two places, I should be able to shake off my brother!

The little witch's expression hardened, and she observed the street with great seriousness.

Holding Kujo Toru in her arms, she followed behind the crowd, her little head looking left and right, searching for the complex terrain.

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"It's been so long since I've experienced such heavy rain..."

The old, two-story apartment building had its peeling iron gate pushed open.

Uesugi Kotsushi stepped out of the room, stretched his body, and sighed.

His navy blue kimono was covered in oil stains, but he didn't care at all.

I took a deep breath of the air after the rain, then turned and closed the door.

After arriving at the back of the stairs on the first floor, his ramen stall cart is parked there.

Water droplets dripped from the ceiling, and the curtains were wet and stuck together.

Uesugi bent down and crawled inside, took out a rag from the drawer, and began wiping away the water stains left by the downpour.

"Master Yue, isn't it a bit late to set up your stall now?"

A neighbor who had just gotten off work greeted Uesugi Koshi, carrying a cheap bento box he had bought from a convenience store.

"It's not late, it's not late. There are still students at the University of Tokyo until midnight."

Despite his fierce-looking face, Uesugi Kotsuki's attitude was very kind, and he replied with a smile.

"Let me turn on the light for you. It's already dark, it's too inconvenient."

"Then trouble you."

The phone's flashlight illuminated the rooftop.

Uesugi Koshihiko tidied up even more quickly.

He himself sometimes finds it unbelievable.

It's hard to imagine that the Uesugi Koshi from decades ago is now living such a peaceful life as an ordinary ramen chef.

Has she truly let go of the past, or has she become numb to it?

Uesugi Koshi didn't want to delve deeper into this matter.

Because he was afraid to see the cowardly and ugly version of himself who had lived half his life in a daze, who even learned of his mother's death from a corner of the news.

Pushing the platform, I stepped onto the path I've walked for decades.

The aged figure was elongated by the dim streetlights.

Walk through bustling streets, cross pedestrian overpasses, and stroll through dark alleys.

Finally, Uesugi Kotsushi arrived at the place he knew best.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the small gate with the sign for "University of Tokyo" on it.

They started preparing to set up their stall.