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

Before long, a hazy heat rose, blurring his face.

Uesugi Koshi sat on a small stool, took out a small television, adjusted the antenna, and received the program he wanted to watch.

They're completely too lazy to attract customers.

Anyway, not many people usually pass by the back gate of the University of Tokyo. It's mostly students who are short of money who come here to eat a bowl of cheap and plentiful ramen.

Moreover, he wasn't doing it for money; he just wanted to kill time until the moment he closed his eyes.

This is how it should be...

Kujo Toru had a dream.

He dreamt that his secret of having Hayato Hayama do his homework was exposed, and he was taken to Hiratsuka Shizuka's office and severely elbowed.

Moreover, he was extremely ruthless, aiming for his kidneys with every strike.

It startled him awake.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a cheerful and delicate face.

Two shallow dimples hung at the corners of her mouth, and her swan-like neck swayed from side to side as she surveyed her surroundings.

They had no idea that he had already woken up.

Just as Kujo Toru was about to speak, his already aching kidneys were struck again, causing him to groan involuntarily.

He seemed to know why he was having such a bizarre dream.

"..."

"Put me down."

He spoke in a somewhat annoyed tone.

Erii Uesugi blinked and released her hands, causing Toru Kujo to fall heavily to the ground with a dull thud as his body hit the concrete.

hiss.

Taking a deep breath, Kujo Toru tried to calm himself down.

After getting up from the ground, the first thing I did was look around at my surroundings.

An unnamed alley.

It is only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

The rusty streetlights overhead could barely illuminate the ground beneath our feet.

Various small advertisements were also pasted on the lampposts.

However, the words and images on it have become blurred after being washed by the heavy rain.

Kujo Toru felt that the environment was strangely familiar.

I checked my spiritual energy. Although it hadn't recovered much, it was still enough for a short battle.

Has the wound on your shoulder healed?

Kujo Toru was somewhat surprised to find that he felt no pain when he moved his shoulder.

After thinking about it for a while, he guessed that it was the effect of the demonic power within his body.

After activation, not only is physical strength enhanced, but self-healing ability is also improved to a certain extent.

He wasn't injured in the last battle during the training exercise, which is why it didn't show up.

Great, this will give us a much better chance of success when facing pursuit.

"Let's go."

Instinctively taking Uesugi Erii's hand, and meeting her bewildered face, Kujo Toru began to explain:

"We need to find a place to eat something to recover our strength. We don't know when they will catch up."

Erii Uesugi nodded vigorously and obediently followed Tetsu Kujo into the depths of the alley.

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P.S.: Below is a short post about my first attempt at writing a seed book. Feel free to check it out if you're interested.

Volume 1: Chapter 34 My Son?

The alley was very deep and secluded.

But it was surprisingly clean and tidy.

There were no piles of trash cans or debris, no drunkards lying on the ground, and no huddled groups of bad people.

The two walked very quickly.

Before long, we arrived at the end of the alley.

Stepping out of the corner, the space suddenly became much more spacious.

This is a dilapidated old street.

Under the dim light, the simple ramen stall was steaming with heat.

The aroma of pork bone broth filled the air.

The old man sat on a small stool, his eyes fixed on the television, showing no intention of soliciting customers.

A scene that seemed familiar.

This also let Kujo Toru know where he had come from.

It was the back gate of the University of Tokyo, which we had visited during our last training session.

I turned my head and looked into the campus diagonally in front of me.

The document archive where he once fought on the rooftop now stands tall under the night sky.

The lights were on, and you could even see students walking around.

It was completely different from the deathly stillness I had seen last time.

Perhaps it was because he rarely saw familiar surroundings, but Kujo Tetsu felt a sense of security for no reason.

She led Erii Uesugi towards the ramen stand.

He pulled out two wooden stools, sat down, and tapped on the table:

"General, two bowls of tonkotsu ramen, one with less oil and less salt."

"Okay, wait a minute."

After casually agreeing, Uesugi reluctantly looked away from the actress's thighs on the television screen.

I stood up and realized it was someone I knew.

And this time he was accompanied by a very pretty girl.

"Why are you here again? Nothing much has happened here lately."

Uesugi Kotsugi casually struck up a conversation with the boy, as if they had known each other for a long time, rather than having only met twice.

With nimble hands, he grabbed a lump of dough, placed it on a bamboo strainer, put it into the boiling pot, and then closed the lid.

While the noodles were cooking, he took out a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and started smoking.

"I happened to walk this way while shopping, and I happened to be hungry."

Kujo Tetsuya replied.

The two of them spoke very casually, completely unlike the typical city dwellers who are always cautious in their speech and seemingly polite but actually indifferent.

If they were seen by others, they would most likely be labeled as having lost their national character.

However, the only one staying here is a naive little monster.

Her hands were neatly placed on the table, while her legs under her red hakama kept swinging.

Their eyes were fixed curiously on the steaming pot, just like a child on a spring outing.

If it weren't for the rule against making noise, they would probably be humming a tune by now.

That's strange, was she this lively before?

Kujo Toru thought back for a moment.

When they first abducted her, the girl was standing alone in the pouring rain, staring blankly at the traffic lights.

Like a fawn that has wandered into the human world, she exudes an overwhelming sense of confusion and helplessness.

She looks completely different from how she does now.

"You must have had a very tiring shopping trip."

Glancing at the bloodstains on Kujo Toru's shoulder and the snow-white hunting robe that was clearly cut open by a sharp blade, Uesugi Koshi chuckled, not exposing him, but instead changing the subject:

"Is this girl your girlfriend? She's very pretty, a really nice girl."

"No, I found it on the road. It was a really annoying thing."

Erii Uesugi wrinkled her nose, turned to look at Toru Kujo, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

She patted the table with her small hand, then stood up under the gaze of the two people, took the notebook and pen that Uesugi had placed there for bookkeeping, and buried herself in writing.

Then, he held the small booklet up to Kujo Toru, forcing him to lean back so that he could see the delicate handwriting on it.

【I'm Erii Uesugi, not Erii who gets in my way!】

Below is a simple line drawing of an angry expression, which is quite cute.

Uesugi was amused by her childish behavior.

The interaction between the two reminded him of the long-lost youthful spirit, and his already aged body seemed to be infused with vitality.

As he got older, what he liked to see most was the energetic appearance of these young people.

He lifted the pot lid, squinted his eyes, and swiftly scooped the noodles into a bowl, placed two large slices of char siu on top, and pushed it in front of the two people.

"Please use it."

"Thank you. 迩尹删儛旗九翏衫尔∞"

Kujo Toru made a polite remark.

Erii Uesugi also wrote "Thank you" on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

He first shook his head and smiled, just about to go back to watching TV, when his eyes were drawn to the line of text above.

He stared intently at the little witch's name, his brow furrowing.

His originally kind face instantly turned serious, and his entire aura changed.

In the more than one hundred years since the decree on surnames was issued, many surnames of former military and noble families have been used by commoners, but there are only three exceptions.

Uesugi was one of them.

In this country, Uesugi means many things.

And these things symbolize only one thing:

The bloodline of the emperor.

However, if the old man's memory is not confused, he should be the only Uesugi left in this country.

When he is completely rotten, this evil bloodline will also be completely wiped out in this evil country.

He turned his head and carefully examined her profile and the shrine maiden outfit she was wearing.

Forced to revisit those memories buried deep in my heart.

Finally, he spoke unexpectedly:

"Your surname is Uesugi?"

Erii Uesugi nodded.

"Then who are your parents?"

His voice became even lower.