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

The guy who came up with this weird envelope has finally come out!

Before Miura Yumiko could even remind him, Kujo Toru had already put his arm around her shoulder, much to her disbelief.

He shifted his footing along the lakeside, leaned back, and dodged the blow.

Then he kicked out with his right leg.

It hit the opponent's abdomen squarely.

It flew several meters away and rolled twice on the ground.

Yumiko Miura could even hear a faint cracking sound.

It made her teeth ache.

Kujo Toru was shrouded in a murderous aura; his usual calm gaze had vanished, replaced by a ruthless coldness.

Although he no longer had the demonic power from the virtual world to enhance his body, his original physical attributes, nourished by spiritual energy, were still close to the limits of human potential.

If he hadn't held back to avoid being accused of murder, that kick would have been enough to kill the other person.

Even so, he estimated that the other party had at least two broken ribs.

what's the situation? !

Yumiko Miura was a little taken aback.

From the moment she was groggily awakened by Kujo Toru to the sudden deadly attack, followed by Kujo Toru's counterattack, the entire process took only a few seconds.

She only came to her senses when Kujo Toru released her shoulder and strode towards the dark figure who was forcibly getting up from the ground despite the pain.

"Ku...Kujo!"

She was about to say, "Don't chase after them, be careful," but she couldn't help but shut her mouth after only opening her mouth.

The scene from before, and the murderous look on Kujo Toru's face, seemed... to be... even more dangerous than the attacker.

In the short time she was thinking, the two of them had already disappeared into the bushes, one after the other.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Akiyama Shōji tightly covered the upper part of his abdomen with one hand.

The excruciating pain made his vision blur, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

If he could, he really wanted to just lie there.

That kid's kick was too strong; even if his ribs weren't broken, he at least suffered a fracture.

Despite these injuries, he was afraid that his heart and lungs would be pierced.

but……

He hurriedly glanced back, and those cold, ruthless eyes were etched into his gaze.

The distance between the two was rapidly closing.

The rising sun cast a long shadow of Kujo Toru at his feet.

Each time his shoes touched the cobblestone pavement, they made a thumping sound, which terrified him.

What's even more terrifying is that even at this point, the other person's face remained indifferent.

It was as if all of this was just everyday occurrence for him.

Who is the real murderer?

Akiyama Shoji was even considering calling the police.

But he can't.

They couldn't even stop walking.

Because if you slow down, the other side will catch up.

One person fled for their life, while the other gave chase.

Unleashing his full potential, the park gate came into Akiyama Shoji's view in just a few seconds.

He couldn't help but feel joyful.

Once we can leave the park and enter the residential area, we can shake off this deadly guy behind us through the alleys.

As long as... we can get to that place.

"Hey!"

A clear and sharp rebuke rang out from above.

What came into Akiyama Shoji's view was a shapely calf encased in black stockings, which was kicking towards his head with a whooshing sound.

There's an ambush?!

He was startled, but it was too late.

Natsukawa Masuzu, who had been waiting at the park entrance for half a day by Kujo Toru, finally encountered such a good opportunity, how could she be willing to let it go?

The girl, who was already an all-rounder in both arts and sports, gave it her all.

The seemingly slender calf kicked the man hard in the side of his face.

Akiyama Shoji's head suddenly felt dizzy and he almost fainted.

He rolled around on the ground several times.

However, his determination to achieve his goal and his will to survive kept him getting up from the ground and continuing to run forward.

Seeing that Kujo Toru's figure had already appeared behind him because of this delay, he realized that Kujo Toru's figure had already appeared behind him.

He launched a flying kick straight at the back of the shirt.

Akiyama Shoji gritted his teeth, took off his dark green baseball cap, and threw it behind him.

Kujo Toru narrowed his eyes slightly, because he sensed a trace of divine power emanating from the hat.

The shoes and the baseball cap were in close contact.

The baseball cap split open almost without any resistance.

Then... it exploded with a deafening roar!

Countless black-winged, blue-striped butterflies fluttered their wings and clung to the surface of Kujo Toru's body.

From a distance, it looks like a giant chrysalis.

Great! I've been infected!

Akiyama Shoji finally breathed a sigh of relief, and even the pain in his chest and abdomen seemed to have lessened considerably.

It seems that even this troublesome fellow cannot stop the power bestowed upon him by Lord Black Fox.

We must seize this rare opportunity and hurry...

The pupils contracted violently.

A powerful gust of air swept across.

The dust kicked up from the ground, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

In this strong wind, the butterflies all stopped moving.

It fell like rain, completely dissipating into black mist before hitting the ground.

Kujo Toru strode forward and ran quickly toward him.

His eyes remained cold, his clothes were neat, and he showed no signs of being affected.

How could this be?!

A strong sense of crisis filled Akiyama Shoji's heart.

That was a mysterious power bestowed upon him by Lord Black Fox, capable of bewitching people's minds.

To date, no one has been an exception!

Even the fact that he was able to operate under the noses of the police was thanks to this power.

Why is he completely unaffected?

Akiyama Shoji's mind was in turmoil, but Kujo Toru's was not.

With a flying kick, he sent him flying, crashing against the wall.

The pain in his chest almost made him faint.

Immediately afterwards, a large hand grabbed his hair and forcibly turned his head around.

An indifferent face, cold eyes.

Akiyama Shoji saw his own reflection in it.

Fearful and terrified, utterly embarrassed.

His face was deathly pale, and his teeth were chattering.

He had only ever seen these expressions on the faces of women on their deathbeds.

They knocked the bewitched women unconscious, dragged them into a rented room, and then woke them up and dismembered them alive.

He enjoyed the look of fear on his face because it reminded him of many years ago.

The same was true of Keiko, whom he strangled to death with his own hands.

But he never expected that such an expression would appear on his own face.

Fear, helplessness... the inner rebellious emotions are rapidly disappearing.

In the end, it was as if he had grasped at the last straw.

He appealed to the god who had answered him and saved him from hell:

"Lord Kuroko, save me!"

Nothing happened.

In the end, he was met with a fist the size of a sandbag from Tetsuya Kujo.

He watched as Akiyama Shōji closed his eyes and his head drooped limply.

Natsukawa Masaki smoothed her skirt and regained her dignified demeanor, as if the crucial kick earlier had not been delivered by her.

Beautiful, large, blue eyes darted back and forth between the two.

Finally, she posed the question that struck at the heart of the matter:

"You killed him? Do you need me to help you dispose of the body?"

Volume 1: Chapter 44 Corpse Dismemberment

"You can dismember a body?"

Kujo Toru looked up at her.

Natsukawa Masaki's expression froze.

Of course she knew the man was still alive; he had just been knocked unconscious by Kujo Toru, so she was just playing a joke.

But her wife, Sanling, was involved in a matter (,9) lacquer~? scattered like? Unexpectedly, Kujo Toru actually asked himself in a serious manner.

He stared at her with a stern expression.

Swallowing hard, Natsukawa Masaki tentatively asked:

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Just kidding."

Kujo Toru's gaze shifted to Akiyama Shoji, his fingertips glowing faintly as he touched Akiyama's forehead.

"Your expression is anything but joking."

Natsukawa Masaki watched him operate with curiosity while making sarcastic remarks.

"This shows you have no sense of humor."

Her pretty face puffed up slightly.