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

The spiritual energy in his body had mostly recovered, but the healed wound on his shoulder still ached slightly.

"So it wasn't just the spirit that went away, but the body as well?

Kujo Toru had already guessed this during the last training mission, and now his deduction has been directly confirmed.

Kujo Toru yawned, feeling a bit tired.

I forced myself to stay awake and opened the system panel.

The rewards for this training mission have been settled, and my level has increased.

[Spiritual Power Level: LV9]

The experience bar below even surged straight to the top, just a hair's breadth away from reaching level 10.

"So much experience?"

Kujo Toru was a little surprised. Although this training mission was large-scale, he had only ever fought against Genjiro.

Does this guy actually have that many experience points?

If we have the chance to meet him again next time, will we be able to find a way to take him down? Such a large experience boost is really rare.

Continue scrolling down through the system messages:

[Trial mission completed, gained 2 skill points and 1 bronze treasure chest]

[Special Reward Obtained: Sacred Remains (Sealed)]

A new world of trials is being created.

Ok?

Kujo Toru's eyes lit up.

He became interested in the so-called special reward when the training mission began.

All I could see at the time was a string of question marks; there was no corresponding information at all.

Without thinking about anything else, I immediately clicked on the special reward.

A flash of light appeared, and a piece of smooth, white bone appeared in his hand.

Shaped like a long sword, with extremely sharp edges.

Under the sunlight, it seemed as if white light was flowing within it.

With a couple of swings, the airflow was cut through with almost no effort.

It's less like bone and more like a jade dagger.

Perhaps because it was sealed, apart from its sharpness, Kujo Toru showed no other unusual features.

Let's keep it and use it as a weapon.

Although its design is quite different from that of the Divine Sword, it has the specialization of "This is the Sword" so it is not a problem to use.

He casually put the bone sword aside and turned his gaze to the bronze treasure chest.

He was very familiar with this; it was just a lottery game with a different skin.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, just about to open it, when he remembered something very important.

He quickly got up, took out several amulets from his schoolbag, and hung them all around his neck.

Only after doing all that did he start clicking on the bronze treasure chest.

Unboxing!

[Congratulations on obtaining the item: Clothing Three #The Bell of Death in Kirito Death Eight ∞ Divine Contract (Temporary Priestess)]

Kujo Toru's face darkened.

You bastard, is it so hard to give yourself something useful?

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Volume One: Chapter Thirty-Seven: Showing Off

【Shrine Clerk Contract (Temporary Shrine Maiden)】: A contract for shrine clergy. With the consent of both parties, an employment contract can be signed (temporary worker working hours: one day a week, 12 hours at a time).

Is this thing even useful?

Kujo Toru felt that it was still somewhat useful.

Because he really needed a shrine maiden to help him manage the shrine.

Although he has to go to school during the day and only accepts worship visits on weekends, he still needs someone to help him with the related work.

For example, selling amulets, ema (votive plaques), and cleaning the main hall.

This way, he will have plenty of time to do his own things.

The Obon festival's sword dance can also be restarted if there are shrine maidens present.

only……

"Working only twelve hours a week, even part-time jobs would be looked down upon."

Kujo Toru's face scrunched up.

This priesthood contract is a bit too useless.

Although there are no restrictions on the recipients, anyone, whether human, monster, or vengeful spirit, can actually sign a contract.

In a way, it can be considered an unconventional shikigami.

However, the fact that it requires the consent of both parties significantly diminishes its effectiveness.

Moreover, if it were simply a matter of finding a shrine maiden to help, Kujo Toru felt that it would be better and faster to just post a part-time job advertisement.

After all, this kind of part-time job is what female high school students like the most.

"After all, it's something from a bronze treasure chest, so we can't expect too much..."

After consoling himself, Kujo Toru still decided to use it.

Anyway, there's no point in keeping it.

I ran through my mind a list of suitable candidates to sign this contract.

It seems like it's just her...

He immediately got out of bed, went to his desk, picked up a pen, and quickly filled in a name in the "Party B" column.

The priesthood contract spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into blue smoke and disappearing.

Kujo Toru yawned, his eyelids starting to droop.

He pounced onto the bed.

sleep!

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The afternoon sun was a bit too bright.

The chirping of cicadas in the air added to the oppressive heat.

Yumiko Miura glanced at the watch on her left wrist and frowned slightly.

He took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and tapped his fingers incessantly.

The gilded sign for Chiba Park behind them was particularly eye-catching.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

A girl with a pink bun hairstyle came running from afar, panting heavily.

He braced himself on his knees with both hands, panting heavily.

"Too slow! Yuihama!"

Yumiko Miura gave a reprimand.

A hint of fear immediately appeared on the other person's face, and their body instinctively took two steps back, weakly speaking:

"Sorry, when I left home I..."

"You don't need to explain to me."

Yumiko Miura originally meant to say that friends don't need to explain things so clearly, but seeing the expression on Yuihama's face, she took back the second half of her sentence.

He could only sigh softly and greet her with a single word:

"Let's go, I know a coffee shop with a really nice atmosphere, we can go there for tutoring."

"Oh."

Two beautiful figures walked down the street.

Yumiko Miura ignored the admiring glances from passersby; she was simply used to it.

"Um, Yumiko..."

"explain."

"Am I the only one having tutoring today?"

Looking at Yuihama's silly grinning face, Miura Yumiko's eyes turned cold.

The latter felt a strong sense of oppression, his mouth stiffened, and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"Ms. Hiratsuka said that those who fail the final exam this time will have to stay at school for remedial classes during the summer vacation."

His tone was calm, but the content of his speech was quite straightforward:

"Who do you think is most likely to be left behind among us?"

Yuihama shrank back, speechless.

But soon, a person's image flashed into her mind, and she blurted out:

"What about Jiu Tiao? He sleeps in class every day..."

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

I cautiously looked up.

As expected, Miura Yumiko's face darkened completely, and she glared at her fiercely.

"Kujou got first place in the whole school in the midterm exams. So, is he tutoring me or am I tutoring him? Besides, I don't even know him well..."

But weren't you two classmates in junior high school?

Yui Yuigahama silently grumbled to herself, but wisely didn't say it aloud.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the intersection.

The red light is on.

He stopped in his tracks.

Yumiko Miura took out a tissue from her bag and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

It's already June, and the temperature in Chiba City is starting to rise.

Frustrated, she combed through the curly hair around her ears; some of it was already damp and stuck to her neck.

It's all Kujo Toru's fault. In the first year of junior high, he said that if he curled his blonde hair, he would be the perfect rich young lady.

She actually believed it and went to get that hairstyle.

Yumiko Miura began to deeply regret her past naiveté.

"Hey, isn't this Miura? It's been a long time! Do you remember me?"

A light, crisp voice rang in her ear.

"I don't remember."

Miura Yumiko didn't even bother to lift her head, her tone colder than ever before.

The atmosphere turned cold.

Yui Yuigahama keenly sensed something was wrong, hid behind her, and began to secretly observe the newcomer.