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

Running through the streets in such heavy rain, he thought he had encountered the legendary monster, the "Nuruma," who was said to appear in the rain or by the water.

However, judging from her eyes, she seems to be a troubled girl as well.

"My clothes are completely soaked..."

Yotsuya Miko couldn't help but sigh, gripping her skirt with both hands. The cold wind carrying moisture blew on her fair thighs, making her shiver.

With a strong twist, the water was squeezed out, and the skirt dried considerably. She then covered her thighs again, which made her feel a little warmer.

"Let me check the time of the next bus."

As she pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket, ready to check the departure timetable next to her, Yotsuya Miko noticed a boy standing quietly in the corner of the waiting shed.

He was immediately startled and took several steps back.

Recalling her previous behavior, a blush crept onto her slightly pale face.

Did they see me wringing out my skirt?!

In this heavy rain, why are there still people waiting for the bus with me? I should have looked around more carefully first!

A wave of immense embarrassment and shyness washed over the girl, making her want to disappear into a crack in the ground.

However, after seeing that the other person's attention was focused on the phone screen and they didn't even glance in her direction, Yotsuya Miko breathed a sigh of relief, and her embarrassment gradually subsided.

Ding dong.

My phone suddenly popped up a message notification.

It was sent by her good friend, Yuri Kawana.

I invited her to try the desserts at a dessert shop near the station when she has time next time.

【OK】

With a crisp and concise reply, Yotsuya Miko turned to look at the end of the road.

It was deserted, with no pedestrians or vehicles, only the torrential rain filling the sky and earth.

What a bad day!

Not only did I forget to bring an umbrella when I went out, but I also ran to the bus stop in the rain and made a fool of myself.

Fortunately, the other person didn't see it, so they weren't mistaken for a weirdo.

He sighed in frustration and vented to his friend in the chat box, also sending a selfie of himself completely soaked.

After doing all this, she felt her frustration dissipate considerably, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

The notification sounds kept ringing.

"Ok?"

As she watched the selfies that kept appearing on the screen, Miko Yotsuya frowned.

With such heavy rain, did your phone get wet and break?

My luck is just too bad!

The notification sounds became increasingly urgent and frequent, eventually forming an extremely jarring sound.

And the speed at which selfies are being posted is getting faster and faster, so fast that Yotsuya Miko's eyes can hardly keep up.

On the retina, the afterimage overlaps with the next image.

The face I saw in the mirror every morning while washing up gradually became unfamiliar.

The speed at which photos are transmitted has finally broken through the limits of human vision.

What finally came into Yotsuya Miko's view was a terrifying ghostly figure, its dark eye sockets staring directly at her from outside the screen.

His scarlet lips parted to his ears, revealing a ferocious grin.

"what!"

A gasp escaped his lips uncontrollably, and as if electrocuted, he threw his phone away.

Ha ha……

Gasping for breath, Yotsuya Miko was still in shock, her chest heaving violently beneath her clothes.

I subconsciously looked around and found that the boy was still standing in the corner playing on his phone. The wind and rain continued, and there was nothing unusual about him.

It seems like everything before was just her imagination.

"Are you too tired...?"

I rubbed my eyes, took a few steps, and picked up my phone from the ground.

The chat window is working normally; there are no duplicate photos or terrifying ghosts.

It's good that I'm not broken. I guess I was just hallucinating because I was tired...

Miko Yotsuya's breathing paused for a moment.

A gaunt face, dark eye sockets, and a half-rotten nose hanging over the lips.

That's how a head suddenly appeared in front of her, tilting to the side as it looked her over.

His swollen body looked as if it had been soaking in water for many days, and it had turned an eerie bluish-gray color.

Beneath the tattered clothes, a small section of intestine protruded from the side of the abdomen, hanging there and swaying in the wind.

Can you see it?

From its mouth, teeming with maggots, came a question that sounded like a death knell.

Yotsuya Miko subconsciously bit her lower lip to prevent screams and cries from escaping, her legs trembling slightly.

What is that?! A legendary ghost?!

What should I do? Run for my life? Or answer its question?

Is there anyone who can save me?!

Her eyes felt hot, and tears were trying to spill out, but she managed to hold them back with great willpower.

Then, for some reason, she forced herself to remain calm, lowered her head, and pretended that the terrifying sight before her was not real.

"Ah, we haven't received a reply yet. Hua must be getting impatient."

No sound.

It was not attacked.

Only the sound of wind and rain lingered in my ears.

Miko Yotsuya replied to the message absentmindedly, glancing at the ghost that had suddenly appeared out of the corner of her eye.

"Can't you see it...?"

For some reason, she seemed to see a hint of disappointment in that withered face.

Watching the big man drag his heavy steps away, she felt a sense of relief, as if she had survived a disaster.

Great, we've managed to fool them!

It seems there's no danger as long as we can't see that thing!

We need to get out of here quickly; we can't wait for the bus here!

Yotsuya Miko steeled herself, but slowed down when her gaze swept over the corner.

The terrifyingly large man approached the boy who had been standing there quietly looking at his phone and asked the same question.

What should we do? Should we go help him?

Miko Yotsuya was caught in a dilemma.

But probably not everyone can see it, and even if they do, they wouldn't be stupid enough to directly answer this guy who looks so ominous...

While she was still hesitating, the boy impatiently looked up, stared directly at the terrifying ghost, and asked:

"You can see it, so what?"

Ruined!

Yotsuya Miko stood there, stunned, her whole body turning cold.

Volume 1: Chapter 7 Could it be some kind of fugitive murderer?!

Kujo Toru was not in a good mood.

Or rather, it's very bad.

There were so many strange things happening today, more than he had seen in the entire past year.

The school is inexplicably filled with filth, a girl is being targeted by a monster, divine protection, and the faint stench of death emanating from her...

It was as if they had planned to all show their faces at the same time.

Most importantly, after seeing the Haneyama High School uniform on the girl who was getting rained on, he remembered his conversation with Hiratsuka Shizuka on the rooftop.

Three students have fallen from buildings at Haneyama High School.

It's difficult to rule out the possibility that some non-human entity might be at play in this situation.

When he searched for information online, the results were consistent with his guess.

The school authorities indeed suppressed the news, and there were no related reports.

At this moment, they were still being harassed by the vengeful spirit in front of them.

Kujo Toru felt his fist harden.

Unfortunately, vengeful spirits do not understand human hearts.

Upon hearing his impatient reply, a genuine smile appeared on that highly decomposed face.

"I can see it! I can see it, I can see it, I can see it!"

Thick, black liquid flowed from the empty eye sockets, and his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"You can see it!"

"Then go to hell!"

Its mouth blossomed like flower petals, and its entire withered head split open completely.

Its sharp mandibles stirred up the wind and rain as it attacked Kujo Toru, attempting to swallow him whole.

Snapped.

A hand, enveloped in a pale blue aura, grasped the tip of the mouthparts.

The vengeful spirit froze on the spot. No matter how hard it tried, the hand was as solid as iron, holding it firmly and preventing it from advancing an inch.

Kujo Toru was used to the sudden attacks of these vengeful spirits, and he was also accustomed to their completely devoid of human form.

Although they still retain their appearance from before their death, who knows what they have become under the baptism of resentment and obsession?

He had witnessed countless exorcisms of this magnitude over the past year.

With a sudden burst of force, the mandibles, along with the gigantic, swollen body, crashed to the ground.

Yotsuya Miko, who was watching from the sidelines, felt as if the floor tiles beneath her feet were trembling.

What happened?

From the boy responding to the ghost's question, to the ghost's sudden attack, and then to the boy forcibly knocking the ghost to the ground.

This series of events happened too quickly and was far beyond the realm of common sense.

It directly shocked her brain to the point of shutdown, leaving her completely unable to comprehend the scene before her.

"If I ignore you, you'll keep asking; if I answer you, you'll get impatient!"

"You'd rather be a benevolent spirit than a vengeful one!"

The angry shouts of disappointment mingled with the sounds of wind and rain.

In Yotsuya Miko's eyes, the boy completely regarded the black umbrella in his hand as a sharp blade, stabbing straight down.