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

Because from then on it was no longer a malevolent spirit.

Instead, it was a raccoon dog that had reclaimed its own flesh and blood.

A monster through and through, with flesh and blood, capable of being injured and dying!

ended.

It had the same thought at the same time as Kujo Toru.

The pillar of spiritual energy collapsed silently.

The bellflower prints covering the mountains and forests were also directly hidden.

Kujo Toru raised his longswords high in both hands.

A silver and a blue hue illuminate the sky.

The ceremonial longsword allows the black raccoon to suffer flesh; this is benevolence.

The spiritual sword severed the seal; it was righteousness.

The sword of benevolence and the sword of righteousness fell together.

The dazzling light illuminated half of the night sky.

The chaotic, raging wind shattered the dark clouds.

The dim moonlight began to fall again.

All the strange phenomena disappeared.

Shuangqiu Mountain has returned to peace.

Mizutani's fingers twitched.

He slowly got up from the ground.

He covered the back of his head with his right hand, his face full of pain.

"Well……"

Beside him, his three companions also slowly awoke.

"What happened to us?"

The only girl shook her head and asked, somewhat confused.

"I don't know. I just remember seeing an abandoned village on my way to the live stream, and that's all I remember."

The boy wearing glasses answered her and began to look around.

The next moment, he jumped up from the ground and stammered:

"This...this, is this an earthquake?!"

The once lush Shuangqiu Mountain is now a scene of devastation.

There were large, broken trees everywhere.

The clear stream was blocked by the rolling rocks.

Some sections of the mountain even collapsed completely.

They were lying amidst the ruins.

The surrounding area was full of collapsed and dilapidated houses.

The group couldn't think of any other explanation besides an earthquake.

"seems like it."

The last boy's voice was somewhat hesitant:

"I remember that after the three of us entered that deserted village, an earthquake suddenly occurred, the houses collapsed, and we were all knocked unconscious."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Mizutani, the backbone of the team, had remained silent, and immediately cast a worried glance at him.

"Mizutani, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Volume 1: Chapter 61 A New World of Trials

"I am fine."

Mizutani shook his head.

He swallowed back what he originally wanted to say.

He had a dream while he was unconscious.

In the dream, after entering the deserted village, they seemed to encounter a series of terrifying events and were almost offered as sacrifices to an evil god.

He simply couldn't remember the specific details at all.

"By the way, Mizutani, the live stream room!"

The girl suddenly remembered something very important, and cold sweat broke out on her face.

The other two boys also had drastic changes in expression.

The phone fell into the rubble.

That faint light stood out starkly in the night.

Despite her legs still feeling a little weak, Mizutani instinctively walked over, bent down, and picked up her phone.

Fortunately, the phone, which cost him a lot of money, was not damaged.

The signal bars in the upper right corner of the screen, which had been empty, have now returned to full strength.

The live stream signal has been reconnected.

The number of people attending the event was not large, only about a hundred spectators.

Unfortunately, their previous discussion was all heard by the audience through the microphone.

So all those strange events were scripted!

[Scammer! Return my donation!]

【nausea!】

[You guys should stop livestreaming and just go straight into acting!]

Mizutani's breathing became labored.

Seeing the tense expressions on his companions' faces, he immediately cut off the live stream.

A smile appeared on his face:

"It's okay, the live stream was never open, so there was no exposure."

After experiencing a brush with death in that strange dream, Mizutani became more open-minded.

He had indeed been played by women in the past, but didn't these three people come to him when he was at his lowest point?

And they have always trusted themselves.

He should reciprocate that trust, otherwise what's the difference between him and those other women?

So let him handle this on his own.

"...Mizutani, you're actually really bad at lying."

The boy with glasses sighed.

The group helped each other to their feet.

"We've probably been exposed."

The other boy's face was calm.

"Then there's nothing we can do. It seems we can't continue." The girl gave a relieved smile.

"That's perfect, our team can now be disbanded, and you can go to that MCN with peace of mind, Mizutani."

"you……"

Mizutani was stunned.

The boy with glasses patted his shoulder hard:

"We've worked together for so long, don't treat us like fools."

"We are indeed self-taught, and our capabilities have long since become inadequate to reach our current size."

"Actually, I've been looking for an opportunity to suggest disbanding the team," the last boy added.

“We don’t have that talent, but Mizutani does. You should go to a better platform instead of being held back by us.”

"You guys are done, now it's my turn." Mizutani pouted. "Who said I wanted to keep going?"

“Going into ruins and deep mountains every day is very dangerous, you know? Every time I’m on tenterhooks, I’m afraid there might be a murderer hiding inside.”

The three people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Their words were simply to avoid making the situation too ugly, since they had already realized that Mizutani wanted to leave.

But Liu Yiqi was the only one who didn't expect the other party to react this way.

"What do you want, Mizutani?"

The girl was a little curious.

Then he saw a hand reaching out in front of him.

Before me was Mizutani's smiling face.

It wasn't the fake smile of the past, but a genuine and relaxed smile.

"I've made up my mind. I'm not going to do any more exploration. I'm going to the countryside to film the lives of the elderly."

"It may not be much money, but I want to record these people who have been forgotten by society, so I can consider it as doing something useful."

Mizutani took a breath and solemnly extended the invitation:

"Would you like to come with me? Let me make it clear first, I have no money, and life in the countryside is very boring."

"Seriously, why don't they think of us when there are good things happening?"

The boy with glasses complained.

Then I took his hand.

"I did it!"

The remaining boys and girls exchanged smiles and placed their hands on each other's.

"Have you decided on your first stop?"

"I've made up my mind, I'll go to Asahigaoka first!"

-----------------

The morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist.

The JR Sobu Line train traveled smoothly on the tracks.

The carriage was almost empty, with only a few early-rising commuters catching up on sleep in their seats.

Kujo Toru sat by the window.

The backpack was casually placed at his feet.

He didn't look at the scenery rushing past the window; instead, he looked down at his own hands.

The burning sensation of holding those two longswords from last night still seemed to linger in his palm.

The spiritual energy within his body had completely dried up.

The muscles in my shoulders and arms are aching slightly.

But his expression remained perfectly calm.

The black raccoon is dead.

The world of Shuangqiu Mountain also completely collapsed.