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

"The actress who plays the female ghost has a really good figure, and those stockings are really nice."

"Huh, this TV program..."

With the idea of ​​gathering intelligence in mind, Kujo Tetsuya also turned his gaze toward the television.

That one glance led him to discover something amazing.

"A real-life horror story? What, you watch this show too?"

The old man raised his head, his face blurred by the smoke, but his tone held an excitement at finding a kindred spirit.

Kujo Toru nodded silently.

The other person got even more excited and started talking non-stop, like a nerdy guy who had found a kindred spirit and was excitedly preaching.

Hearing comments like, "The actress who played the shrine maiden in the previous episode was quite pretty, but it's a pity her breasts were a bit small and her legs were thick," Toru Kujo could only offer an awkward but polite smile.

They didn't tell the old man that he hadn't actually watched the program.

I only heard about it from the female classmates when I was in school.

But this is a virtual world, so how could there be a program that is exactly the same as the real world?

"Master Yue, you're watching those bad programs again!"

The ramen stall faces a small iron gate, next to which hangs a sign that reads "University of Tokyo".

A young woman with a high ponytail, a slim waist, and long legs, exuding youthful energy, stepped out and began to complain to the enthusiastic old man.

Without waiting for the other person's reaction, he walked straight to the small wooden stool in front of the stall, sat down, and ordered:

"Master Yue, today is the same as usual, tonkotsu ramen, less oil and less salt."

Nobody paid any attention to her.

The old man continued chatting with Toru Kujo about a TV program, completely ignoring the girl.

The girl, somewhat annoyed, braced herself with her hands, squeezed between the two, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Master Yue!"

"..."

The discussion suddenly stopped, replaced by the old man's dissatisfaction:

"Hey kid, I'm talking to you. What's with you looking down at the stool?"

Kujo Toru lowered his eyelids, looking at the bewildered girl, and spoke softly:

"Looking at a lost person."

The old man was puzzled at first, but then he noticed the hunting clothes the man was wearing and seemed to understand something.

Youyou took a drag of her cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, which was quickly blown away by the strong wind.

He waved his hand and offered a heartfelt piece of advice:

"My suggestion is to leave it alone and let professionals handle it immediately."

"I can not do it."

Kujo Toru's words were brief, yet sincere.

This applies to both training missions and one's true thoughts.

Holding an umbrella, I left the stall and faced the narrow back gate of the University of Tokyo. A snow-white talisman quietly floated out from the sleeve of Kujo Tetsuo's robe.

It swayed and landed on the girl's head, carried by the wind.

"Go to the underworld in peace. I will avenge you."

Volume 1: Chapter 9 Golden Eyes

The talisman ignited without fire, and its ashes swirled and were swept into the sky by the wind.

Without further hesitation, Kujo Toru opened his umbrella and stepped directly through the rusty iron gate into the University of Tokyo.

Even from outside, he could see the overwhelming resentment on the Dongda campus, not to mention the women's wailing mixed in with the wind and rain.

It goes without saying where the murderer is hiding.

Moreover, you don't even need to spend much time finding your way; just head straight for the building with the strongest resentment.

The campus was deathly silent.

Everywhere was pitch black.

The once bustling campus is now deserted tonight.

Perhaps the school knew that dangerous individuals had infiltrated the campus, and therefore evacuated the students.

From this perspective, the person the old man mentioned who would handle this matter may be arriving soon.

Or rather, it has already arrived.

"That won't do."

Kujo Toru folded his black umbrella, exposing himself directly to the raging wind and rain, and hurried toward his destination as fast as he could.

The training mission required him to personally defeat the murderous demon; if he was defeated by someone else first, the training would fail.

In fact, just as he thought.

A modified black Hummer, like a ferocious beast, tore through the wind and rain and arrived at the main gate of the University of Tokyo.

The passenger door was kicked open by a thick leg, and a young man in a long black trench coat jumped out of the car without saying a word and ran into the dark campus.

Behind them, two burly men with black suits draped over their shoulders hurriedly jumped out of the car and followed.

Even with their best efforts, the two could only barely keep up with the young man, trying their best not to be left behind.

"Young Master, our family has already sealed off the entire Dongda University. Not even a fly can escape. There was no need for you to come in person!"

The wind and rain were too strong, so the burly man could only shout at the top of his lungs.

Throughout this process, he kept his gun tightly clutched to prevent it from getting wet and going out of control, and kept his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at the slightest provocation.

To his question, the young man referred to as the young master simply replied:

"According to the intelligence agency, the ghost's word of power is Ghost Victory."

"Hey, crow, can you understand what I mean?"

The burly man scratched his head with one hand, wanting to ask a question but somewhat intimidated by the young master's long-standing authority, so he could only nudge his companion and ask in a low voice.

"The function of the Ghost Victory is to command oneself to forget the pain, thereby shutting down the body's protective mechanisms and unleashing all of one's power. During this process, one can also possess a certain degree of self-healing ability."

"If we only consider combat ability, Guisheng is completely comparable to the Bronze Throne of Word Power No. 87. However, after it becomes ineffective, the user will faint due to the pain that returns."

The crow adjusted its glasses, seemingly used to its companion's behavior, and explained in detail.

"I understand!" The burly man looked as if he had just realized something. "Young Master is worried about us getting hurt!"

"Yasha! Why are you talking so much! Where is Kaguya-hime's location?!"

Upon hearing the young master's angry rebuke, the burly man instinctively stood at attention: "In the archives!"

Kujo Toru had arrived at the building with the strongest resentment in sight.

He reached out and pushed open the glass door, glancing sideways at the sign hanging on the wall—

Archives.

The door was closed again, keeping the wind and rain out.

After wringing out his soaked white hunting robe, Kujo Toru began groping for the light switch in the dark.

But when he pressed it, there was no response.

"Did you cut the line?"

A shimmering blue light quietly welled up in the depths of his eyes.

Since that's the case, let's follow the traces of death and resentment to find it.

A black mist, deeper than the night itself, permeated the air, extending all the way into the interior of the archives.

With his right hand resting on the hilt of Mijima Kanesada's sword, Kujo Toru slowly walked inside.

As he went deeper, he smelled a faint scent of blood in the air.

Upon arriving at the staircase leading to the upper floor, the first thing that catches the eye is the dark shadow hanging overhead.

An unidentified liquid flowed down the bloodless thigh, condensed on the fingernails, and then slowly dripped down.

Through the strands of her high ponytail, one could vaguely see a face that was a bloody mess, completely devoid of features.

Kujo Toru calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to lift his leg upwards.

He simply tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

At the second stairwell, a girl whose chest had been ripped out.

At the top of the third staircase, there was a girl whose arms had been severed.

At the fourth floor stairwell, there was a girl whose kneecaps had been removed.

The fifth floor is the rooftop of the archives.

Whoosh!

The wind and rain intensified.

The moment he stepped out, his half-dry, snow-white hunting robe was completely soaked by the torrential rain.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the evil spirit crouching on the ground not far away.

The menacing golden eyes lit up in the darkness.

The demon straightened up and tore off its clothes, revealing its flesh below.

His muscles bulged, displaying power, and covered with bluish-gray scales, giving him an eerie and violent appearance.

"finally……"

The other party opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and made a hoarse sound.

Before he could finish speaking, a bright, sharp blade flashed through the wind and rain, hurtling towards him.

Kujo Toru had completely lost the patience to talk to this inhuman creature.

What this evil spirit wants to say is very simple: it just wants to show off its achievements.

The tragic deaths of the four girls clearly originated from rituals recorded in some cult.

Kujo Toru didn't want to hear it, nor did he want to know.

His only thought was to send the evil spirit to hell so that it could slowly tell Yama, the King of Hell.

Golden Eyes contracted sharply for a moment. The demon had clearly not expected the newcomer to be so unethical, drawing his sword and slashing without a word.

It immediately used its claws, which had completely lost their human form, to meet the attack head-on.

The blade tore through the seemingly solid scales, sliced ​​through the flesh, and embedded itself deeply into the metacarpal bone.

"Words of power, the demons prevail!"

The demon, in pain, emitted strange rhythms from its mouth and quickly activated its own incantation.

With the pain sensation blocked, the violently trembling golden eyes instantly calmed down.

With a twist of his hand, he used his bone to jam the blade, while his other claw lunged at Kujo Toru's throat.

The rain curtain was torn apart by the violent airflow, briefly creating a vacuum area.

Kujo Tetsuya tried to draw his sword to retreat, but faced with the demon whose power had been completely unleashed, he was momentarily powerless and unable to draw it.

He now faces only two paths.

They either have to abandon their weapons and run away, leaving them completely at a disadvantage and being overwhelmed.

Either it goes straight through the throat.

A smug smile appeared on the demon's ferocious face, clearly understanding Kujo Toru's predicament, and its golden eyes burned even brighter.

The claws attacked with even greater speed, accompanied by the faint sounds of wind and thunder.