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

"Don't be nervous, this is just a wooden katana model that I borrowed from the drama club."

Kujo Toru skillfully sheathed the sword back into its ebony sheath and casually offered a brief explanation.

Then, without caring whether the girl believed him or not, he put the katana back into his bag.

However, judging from the other party's visibly relaxed expression, they probably believed it.

He had just confirmed that the girl had no spiritual power; she was just an ordinary person.

However, it's not exactly ordinary either.

In his vision, the girl was completely enveloped in golden light.

The spiritual energy in the air, which was in complete chaos, was forcibly reversed back to its normal flow when it approached her.

Kujo Toru was very familiar with this power, because he could feel it every day in the main hall of his own shrine.

That was divine protection.

However, although people who are blessed by the gods are relatively rare, it shouldn't have led to her being targeted by monsters.

What is the reason?

Kujo Toru began to hate the riddle teller.

Why can't you be clearer about leaving it to me to solve?

Volume One: Chapter Five - A Smell on His Body

This is a space where time does not pass.

The eternal sunset hangs on the mountain peaks.

A clear stream flows gently past the wooden house.

Both banks of the river were covered with bright red spider lilies, stretching as far as the eye could see.

At the end of the river, in the thick white fog, a lone boat slowly sails out.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Yumiko Miura, her fair and firm thighs visible beneath her pleated skirt, lightly leaped into the field of spider lilies.

Looking behind, the small boat had already turned into mist and disappeared, merging with the river and flowing forward.

"Didn't you go to investigate the [shrine maiden]? Why are you back so soon?"

A questioning voice rang in her ears.

Under the wooden house, a young man was walking towards her. His thick bangs covered his left eye, leaving only one eye exposed.

Instead of directly answering the young man's question, Yumiko Miura asked him about something else:

"Ichimokuren, where is Miss Ai?"

At the same time, black mist suddenly emanated from her entire body, enveloping her figure.

A moment later, the black mist dissipated, and what appeared before the young man was a beautiful young woman.

She wore a light blue kimono, and her long black hair was styled into a geisha updo. Through the collar, one could see her delicate collarbone and deep cleavage.

The young man named Ichimokuren was not surprised by her change of tactics. Having worked together for many years, they knew each other well, so he honestly answered her questions:

"There's a new hellish correspondence; Miss Ai has gone to meet the sender."

After he finished speaking, he brought up his initial question again:

"Hone-Woman, where are you? Why are you back so early? Have you already investigated the matter?"

"Investigate my ass!"

Having shed her disguise as Yumiko Miura, the Bone Woman cursed irritably, leaving Ichimoku Ren stunned.

Having worked together for hundreds of years, this was the first time he had ever seen the straightforward yet elegant Bone Woman swear.

"I have no idea where you got this information from. It's a real disaster! Luckily I ran fast, or I would have been in deep trouble!"

"Huh? My intelligence is correct."

Ichimokuren looked completely bewildered and pointed to his left eye, which was covered by his bangs: "You know my abilities. I've seen them with my own eyes, there's absolutely no problem with them."

His left eye can observe other people's actions anywhere, and he has used it to gather intelligence for many years without ever making a mistake.

Hone-onna was well aware of this, which is why she used the appearance of a female student at Soubu High School to infiltrate the school and conduct an investigation.

"You're saying that the priest and swordsman of the Qingfu Grand Shrine are all dead! Their heritage and secret techniques have not been left behind!"

"That's right."

"But I was cut down by the divine sword [Kuji Mijima Kanesada]!"

The Bone Woman stretched out her right hand with annoyance. Her nails, which had been neatly trimmed, now had clean, sharp edges.

Ichimokuren frowned, carefully observing her fingers.

Are you sure it's that one?

"Nonsense," the Bone Woman rolled her eyes, "How could I mistake Chu Ye Yamaru's fragments for the techniques of the Second Izuminokami Kanesada?!"

Chu Ye Yamaru is the legendary sword of the Shogun, who once joined forces with Suzuka Gozen to slay the great demon Ōtakemaru.

The second-generation Izumi no Kami Kanesada was an unparalleled swordsmith during the Sengoku period, and the famous spear "Nenjin Mukoku" was made by him.

The Bone Woman felt that if she could admit her mistakes, she would have wasted all these years of her life.

"And even if I'm really mistaken, the aura of the number one demon of the Warring States period can't be fake, can it?"

The more the Bone Woman spoke, the angrier she became.

At first, she just wanted to give the little Onmyoji a warning so that he wouldn't bother her when she came to investigate.

Unexpectedly, they ran right into a plague god.

Wasn't it said that the lineage of the purification shrine had been broken? How come someone can still pull out this divine sword?

God knows how panicked she was when she saw Mijima Kanesada; it's a testament to her strong will that she didn't burst into tears on the spot.

Seeing the still-shaken look on her face, Ichimokuren was speechless.

After a long while, he tentatively asked:

"What about this matter?"

"in spite of!"

The Bone Woman's answer was very firm:

"Let whoever wants to manage it do so, I'm not going! What if the greatest demon of the Warring States period awakens and chops me to pieces?!"

Chiba City is indeed a cursed desert, but she has never forgotten how this cursed desert was formed.

Coincidentally, neither Hone-onna wanted to get involved in this matter, nor did Kujo Toru.

Only family members know their own affairs.

With his current level of spiritual power, he can at most exorcise some newly born minor demons or vengeful spirits.

Even that nameless monster disguised as Miura Yumiko, if it wasn't a test but truly harbored murderous intent, would probably be fleeing for its life right now.

Judging from her tone, she was also ordered to investigate this place.

This suggests that there are deeper people watching behind the scenes.

The water is too deep, and there's no information at all. If you rush in like this, you might just crash and die.

Kujo Toru felt that the most sensible thing for him to do right now was to just turn around and leave, pretending that he knew nothing about it.

After all, he didn't know the girl at all, so reminding her that "you've been targeted by a monster" was already more than enough.

No one can blame you.

It should be like this—

"If I were really afraid of dying, I wouldn't have chosen to step onto this side..."

Kujo Toru muttered something under his breath.

The girl tilted her head in confusion; the sound of wind and rain outside the window was too loud, preventing her from hearing what Kujo Toru said clearly.

But soon, Kujo Toru spoke again, and this time the girl heard his voice clearly.

Two hundred thousand yen.

"what?"

Kujo Toru held up two fingers:

“I see that you have been plagued by bad luck recently and will soon suffer a bloody disaster. As the chief priest of the Qingfu Taisha Shrine, I promise to help you avert this disaster by offering 200,000 yen.”

After saying that, Kujo Toru took out a piece of sandalwood paper from his backpack, folded it twice in front of the girl, tore it into a human shape in a few quick movements, and handed it over.

At the same time, he also extended his other empty hand, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The girl's gaze changed, and she looked at Kujo Toru with disdain, as if she were looking at some non-combustible garbage.

A moment later, at the entrance of the special building, Toru Kujo silently watched the girl's back as she held up an umbrella.

She only looked away after she got into the black Toyota Century and drove off.

"In that case, the offering is complete."

A slight burning sensation came from my fingertips; the thick stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi papers was rapidly burning away.

The system's information comes into view:

Offering fee: 568650/500000

Funding target achieved.

Complete the beginner quests.

[Reward: Unlock the corresponding feature module (Training)]

It had taken a whole year to collect over 200,000 yen in offerings through the visits of neighbors, but with the help of 100,000 yen from Hiratsuka Shizuka and 200,000 yen from the young girl today, the standard has finally been met.

As the words "Experience" gradually became clearer at the bottom of his personal panel, Kujo Toru did not click on them directly.

We can find out more when we get back to the shrine.

Opening his black umbrella, Kujo Toru stepped directly into the rain and headed towards the nearest bus stop.

"Speaking of which, she really smelled bad, and Lu Yiqi... well, she smelled like a corpse..."

Volume 1: Chapter 6 You can see it, but then what?

The rain showed no signs of letting up.

Thousands of silver threads fell from the sky.

It splashed through the puddles, creating ripples.

A black umbrella, like a blooming black lotus, walks through the rain.

Kujo Toru couldn't help but frown.

His shoes were already soaked from the short walk from the school gate to the bus stop.

"Luckily, I didn't plan to walk back to the shrine."

As I entered the waiting shed, I folded my umbrella, and water droplets dripped from the black fabric onto the floor tiles.

While waiting for the bus, Toru Kujo took his phone out of his pocket. As soon as he unlocked it, he heard the sound of his shoes hitting the puddle.

Immediately afterwards, a soaking wet figure rushed in.

"This is terrible, I should have brought an umbrella with me today..."

Her long black hair was soaked and stuck to her face in clumps. Her delicate face was a little pale, obviously due to a drop in body temperature caused by the rain.

The white shirt underneath clung tightly to her body, revealing her collarbone.

The yellow-gray knitted cardigan I was wearing over my clothes was soaked with water; the style seemed familiar.

It's the uniform from Haneyama High School...

Kujo Toru carefully examined the girl who had suddenly barged in, and finding no resentment or filth about her, he looked away.