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

She didn't know what had happened to Yoshifumi Nitta, but she knew his personality.

The fact that he would change even the bar he usually meets with and take the initiative to contact us suggests that something quite serious has happened.

Just this afternoon, this guy confidently assured her that the matter could definitely be resolved.

"This is so troublesome."

Yukinoshita cursed under her breath.

The Toyota Crown weaves through the traffic.

A moment later, it slowly came to a stop near Chiba Park.

Yukishiro Yoshino pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Chiba Park was pitch black under the cover of night.

The light from the solar streetlights can only illuminate a small area underfoot.

Walking on the cobblestone path, she soon emerged from the bushes and arrived at the artificial lake.

Under the cover of night, the lake surface resembles a pitch-black mirror.

The swing, painted red, stood there quietly.

In addition, there were four other figures.

When he saw her, he quickly ran over.

"Miss Yang! Is your instrument of skill 'dispersed'?"

The one in the lead was Managing Director Muto, whose face was full of joy. He quickly called out to her.

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Old industrial area.

The car headlights tore through the night sky.

Inside an empty factory, Yoshifumi Nitta was firmly tied to a cement pillar.

The suit was wrinkled and covered in dust.

Tanaka was holding a pistol, its dark muzzle pointed at him.

Kiyoshi Baba sat on a worn-out folding chair and slowly lit a cigarette.

Mars flickered in the darkness.

Smoke swirled around.

"Nitta, I heard you went to Father's place today, wanting to take the young master's position?"

Kiyoshi Baba slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice low and deep.

Yoshifumi Nitta's eyes widened, and he quickly denied it:

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Are you kidding me? A low-level executive who only knows business operations, running to become the young master?

Once this news gets out, those old geezers from the militant faction will be able to rush to his house that very night to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

Then the next day he should have been washed into the Pacific Ocean by the sewers.

"Ok?"

Kiyoshi Baba looked at Tanaka with suspicion in his eyes.

Tanaka immediately raised his hand:

"Young Master, you know me, I never lie!"

"When I passed by my father's hospital room, I clearly heard him say that he was handing over the Ashikawa Group to Nitta-nii-san for full management!"

"Did you hear that, Nitta?"

Kiyoshi Baba stood up from his chair, picked up a steel pipe from the ground, and dragged it to him.

The piercing scraping sound sent a chill down Yoshifumi Nitta's spine.

"Now that things have come to this, what else do you have to say?"

The steel pipe pressed against his collarbone.

Kiyoshi Baba grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"Have!"

Yoshifumi Nitta closed his eyes and shouted.

If he doesn't explain himself clearly, he'll most likely sink into Tokyo Bay tonight.

If things were to be made clear, given the young master's personality, the fact that he dared to impeach him would most likely result in him being sunk in Tokyo Bay.

It would be better to just say it clearly.

"If you hadn't taken the job from the Inugane Group and gone to harass the Seifu Taisha Shrine, would I have gone to my father to ask for an internal meeting to impeach you?"

Having said that, Yoshifumi Nitta had no more reservations and decided to continue speaking, intending to get straight to the point:

"Have you forgotten that plague god, Kujo Toru? How dare you provoke him again? If we don't take you down, the Ashikawa Group will be wiped out!"

Upon hearing a certain name, Kiyoshi Baba's hand trembled, and he almost burned himself with the cigarette butt.

"Nonsense! When did I go looking for trouble with that bastard? Don't you think I'm afraid of dying?!"

Seeing the look of lingering fear on Baba Kiyoshi's face, Nitta Yoshifumi was stunned.

The two men exchanged a glance in the darkness and realized that something seemed amiss.

"You just said I took a job from the Inugami Group?"

Kiyoshi Baba glanced sideways at Yoshifumi Nitta and asked a question in return.

"Isn't that right? I found that your personal account has a lot of financial transactions with the Inugami Group."

Yoshifumi Nitta answered weakly.

"That's a legitimate business!"

Baba Kiyoshi laughed and forcefully slammed the steel pipe in his hand against the cement pillar.

The crisp sound made Yoshifumi Nitta nervous, fearing it would fall on him.

"In this day and age, how can the yakuza survive if they don't run some kind of business? Didn't you see that the Extreme Dragon God Group next door has already opened a milk tea shop?"

“Um…” Tanaka raised his hand, interrupting Baba Kiyoshi: “Their milk tea shop has closed down and now it’s been converted into mala tang (spicy hot pot).”

"Shut up!"

The two of them spoke at once, angrily rebuking Tanaka.

Tanaka immediately shrank back and stopped talking.

Baba Kiyoshi continued speaking:

"That old man, Inugami Manjiro, wanted to develop an underground idol group. Not long ago, he sent three of his criminals to Thailand for gender reassignment surgery. I'm just cooperating with him to run this idol group."

"That money is all my dividends! Dividends, you understand!"

"And your new Toyota..."

"I've had that beat-up car for ten years, and now that I have money, I can't even get a new one?!"

"Going to Ginza to shop..."

Baba Kiyoshi blushed, but it was hard to see clearly in the darkness:

"That's learning from Kabukicho's experience, you know? Without differentiation, with idols everywhere these days, how can you become famous?!"

"You also took over a bubble tea shop..."

"What, other extreme paths can open, but I can't?"

"..."

Yoshifumi Nitta remained silent.

"Oh, it was all a misunderstanding, hahaha."

The laugh was rather dry, and cold sweat began to bead on Yoshifumi Nitta's forehead.

"Young Master, you misunderstand that I want to take over the position. I misunderstand that you are the traitor. We are truly a pair of star-crossed lovers."

"A pair of star-crossed lovers?"

A smile appeared on Kiyoshi Baba's plump face; it was quite amiable.

"Actually, our original intention was for the Ashikawa Group to prosper!"

Yoshifumi Nitta attempted to appeal to emotions and reason:

"Young Master, I am a loyal subject! Please reconcile with me! Let's be yakuza together for life, okay?"

"Don't you think it's a bit too late to say this now, Nitta?"

A moment later.

Yoshifumi Nitta rubbed his bruised cheek and gasped.

He glared fiercely at Tanaka, who was whistling idly.

This bastard, as my underling, actually went and reported me to the young master.

Not only did he report it, but he also fabricated rumors that he wanted to seize power without even listening to the whole story.

At this moment, he completely forgot that his behavior of thinking that the young master was colluding with the Inugami group and then running to the head of the family to complain was no different from Tanaka's.

A large foot kicked him directly in the butt, almost knocking him over.

Baba Kiyoshi, hands in his pockets, walked towards the factory exit, muttering a warning to him as he did so:

"If you ever try to misunderstand me like that again, leave your little finger behind, and I'll let you off this time."

"Yes!"

After replying, Yoshifumi Nitta breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was a blunder, and he even got a beating, the matter of throwing crows into the Qingfu Grand Shrine was ultimately no longer his concern.

No need to worry about Kujo Tetsu coming after you.

He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of Muto, the managing director of Yukinoshita Realty.

To avoid suspicion, Yukino and Haruno did not exchange contact information.

Aside from meeting at that bar, they usually used Managing Director Muto as an intermediary.

He wanted the other party to relay this to Yukinoshita Haruno, and then the matter could be settled once and for all.

But the call was immediately disconnected as soon as it was dialed.

When I dialed back a second time, the phone was already switched off.

Ruri Gokou walks alone on a suburban highway.

The streetlights here are old and dilapidated, with only scattered lights.

A faint stench of rotting garbage wafted through the air.

It was very quiet all around.

There were no shops, no vehicles, and no pedestrians.

Aside from the sound of the night wind blowing through the wire mesh, which resembled weeping, there was only the sound of two people's footsteps.

Yes.

Two people.

Ruri Gokage heard it very clearly.

My own footsteps were crisp and clear.

The footsteps that followed behind him were like the dull thud of a doll falling to the ground.

And it was pressed tightly against her back.