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

In such a remote and desolate place, the local inhabitants inevitably generate a strong stench of evil, making it practically a breeding ground for monsters.

Moreover, unlike the Shikoku region where there are eight hundred and eight tanuki as the supreme commander of the yokai to keep them in check, it has been a major area plagued by yokai since ancient times.

It's perfectly normal for the goddess to worry that he might encounter something.

Kujo Toru himself was planning to visit that area during summer vacation to see if he could gain some experience points.

"Give."

Watching the goddess's hunched figure depart, Kujo Toru yawned.

Sleepiness is creeping in again.

Force yourself to stay awake to avoid disrupting your biological clock.

At that moment, he remembered something:

I filled in Erii Uesugi's name on the priesthood contract at noon, so why hasn't it been signed yet?

Did I get rejected?!

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Volume One: Chapter Thirty-Nine: Warning

But even if he was rejected, there was nothing he could do.

The other party is not in this world, so there is no way to ask about the specific situation.

Hopefully, it's just because they didn't see it or were delayed by something.

"Speaking of which, there haven't been any crow carcasses outside the mountain path in the last few days. The matter was resolved quite quickly."

Kujo Toru stood up and walked towards the rear hall, muttering to himself.

I'm planning to change my clothes and go to the kendo dojo for a bit more practice.

However, on the other hand, Yukinoshita Haruno had no idea that the matter had been properly resolved.

Commercial street.

It was still inside the bar called "Little Song".

Soothing classical music flowed gently through the hall.

The beautiful woman in a white shirt and swallowtail blazer gently wiped the glass.

But his eyes kept glancing at the two people in the corner.

A hint of worry appeared on his face.

The atmosphere in the booths was very tense.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Yoshifumi Nitta each had a cocktail in front of them, but neither of them touched it, instead focusing their attention on the table.

"You've already investigated thoroughly?"

Looking at the photos and several documents on the table, Yukinoshita Haruno frowned.

"More or less..."

Yoshifumi Nitta's voice was very bitter, and his face was all scrunched up:

“Ever since I received your message, Miss, I have been investigating. Finally, I received a tip from the team that the young master has been receiving a large amount of funds from unknown sources in addition to the salary paid by the Ashikawa team.”

As he spoke, he picked up the photos on the table and laid them out one by one.

"Look, this is his new Toyota. This is where he went shopping in Ginza. This is the shop he just bought. I heard he plans to open a bubble tea shop here..."

"Let's get straight to the result."

Yukinoshita Haruno impatiently interrupted him.

Yoshifumi Nitta sighed deeply, clutched his head in his hands, and yanked hard on his meticulously combed hair: "Scattered...like phosphorus...even...like ...

"I've checked the bank statements; it's an account belonging to the Inugami Group..."

"You were able to find this information?"

Yukino looked at the other person with some surprise, because this thing was kept completely confidential in the bank.

Even if she were the next head of the household, she wouldn't be able to summon this thing.

"After all, I'm a yakuza, so I have some connections."

Nitta Yoshifumi gave a vague answer, quickly changing the subject and continuing his speech:

“The Inugami Group also has real estate business. I suspect it’s because they don’t want to get involved in trouble themselves, so they entrusted it to our young master.”

Yukinoshita's expression was strange.

Honestly, can such a long list of things really be deduced from just bank statements and a few photos of purchases?

Could this guy have just made up some wild ideas and then tried to fool me?

But perhaps she doesn't understand the ways of the yokai? As a member of the Ashikawa-gumi, Nitta Yoshifumi probably wouldn't slander his own young master like that.

Thinking of this, she placed a banknote under the cup, picked up her purse, and got up to leave.

"Now that the matter has been investigated and clarified, the next step is for your Ashikawa group to handle internal matters."

As she spoke, Yukinoshita Haruno turned around and glanced at him.

She was no longer the feigned friendliness she once was.

His eyes were cold, and his face was serious.

It was filled with a sense of oppression.

Yoshifumi Nitta felt as if the air had frozen.

Even the beautiful owner at the bar couldn't help but tremble, almost dropping her wine glass to the ground.

"The parliamentary elections are just around the corner, and I don't want things to remain unresolved by then, understand?"

The tone was calm, but the warning it conveyed was quite obvious.

Yoshifumi Nitta nodded repeatedly.

He swore he had never been so respectful, not even to his own father.

He understood perfectly what the other party meant.

There are quite a few people eyeing the position of Chiba City Councilor.

If this isn't resolved by the time of the parliamentary elections, and the opponents use it to attack the Yukinoshita family, he's sure the Ashikawa group won't have an easy time.

As for myself? Heh.

Yoshifumi Nitta only breathed a sigh of relief after he personally watched the other person leave the bar.

He wiped his forehead, which was already covered in cold sweat.

A sigh escaped my lips.

Young master, can you please be a little more careful when taking on side jobs? Don't drag the whole team down with you!

"The evidence is still insufficient. Let's gather more information, then hold a team meeting and kick that brainless idiot out!"

Nitta Yoshifumi hardened his heart, stood up as well, and hurriedly left the bar.

Only the store manager remained, offering the same sentiment as last time:

"Work in Nitta is really tough."

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As a result, the priesthood contract was not signed by the end of the weekend.

A new week has begun, and June is now more than halfway over.

There's only one month left until the final exams.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stood on the podium and explained the upcoming arrangements.

This includes, but is not limited to, warnings to those with poor grades to catch up on their studies, and the requirement for those who fail to pass to stay at school for a make-up exam.

However, Kujo Toru didn't seem to care much about these things.

After all, apart from Chinese literature and history, the other subjects were things I had learned in my previous life. Although I had forgotten most of them because I had been a corporate slave for too long, the basics were still there.

Listening to the lecture once and then looking at the book is usually enough to recall the information.

So his grades were alright.

He propped his face up with his left hand, his gaze sweeping over the other classmates, who were all listening attentively.

Especially some students who didn't do well in their studies, like a certain pink-haired dumpling, were looking guilty as they buried their heads and pretended to take notes.

However, some people acted contrary to the norm.

He glanced at Miura Yumiko, who was sitting to his right.

Although their relationship wasn't good on the surface, or rather, it was terrible, Kujo Toru could keenly sense through some unconscious little movements that she herself wasn't aware of that the other person was daydreaming.

Is something on your mind?

Given Yumiko Miura's personality, she is the least likely person to be distracted while Shizuka Hiratsuka is speaking.

Although the other person usually breathes on you, the two have been classmates for many years.

Kujo Toru felt that perhaps he should occasionally show her some concern?

Perhaps his gaze was too piercing, for Miura Yumiko suddenly turned around.

Then she glared at him fiercely.

She then turned her head away and ignored him.

However, the expression on his face became much more serious.

Hayato Hayama silently observed all of this, a helpless expression on his face.

These two are really...

As soon as Hiratsuka Shizuka finished speaking her last sentence, the atmosphere in the class immediately relaxed a lot.

The pink-haired dumpling, who had been on tenterhooks, was also relieved.

She cheerfully ran up to Yumiko Miura, carrying her bag, and extended an invitation:

"Miura, I found a really nice dessert shop, let's go together today..."

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well, let's do it another day."

Yumiko Miura interrupted her abruptly and left the classroom.

What's wrong with her?

Kujo Toru, unusually, took the initiative to speak and looked at Hayama Hayato.

Since obtaining the system, he has been busy grinding for experience points and rarely interacts with Miura Yumiko, so he can only ask other people for help.

"He's probably worried," Hayato Hayama sighed.

"Ok?"

"Do you remember Kyoko Toda? She confessed to you in middle school, but you threw her love letter in the trash as a challenge."

"She has disappeared."

Volume 1: Chapter 40 I Have a Clue

"Is there such a person? I don't seem to remember them."

Hearing what Kujo Toru said, Hayama Hayato almost rolled his eyes.

Although he knew that Kujo Toru was aloof, this was going too far.

"That guy who competed with Miura for the prefectural representative position in the tennis club, but lost."

Upon hearing Hayama Hayato's additional words, Kujo Toru searched his mind for a long time before finally managing to recall a vague impression.

"Oh, it's her. No wonder."