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

There was no response.

It was only then that she realized that Kujo Toru was completely different from how she usually appeared.

He was also holding a snow-white bone sword in his hand.

The edges are extremely sharp.

It's practically like the legendary Kusanagi, drawn from the tail of the Yamata no Orochi.

There was also a teddy bear in the backpack on his back.

The black button's eyes stared straight at her.

Chilling.

And whether she was seeing things or not, she saw with her own eyes that the little bear's zipper had a smirk on its lips.

It seemed like they were mocking her.

Something is wrong!

Yukinoshita knew she shouldn't be suspicious, but she still couldn't stop herself from overthinking.

The young man with the earring had his body replaced by that woman who drilled into his body.

In this situation, was the person she saw, the one who looked so cold and distant, really Toru Kujo himself?!

They watched as Kujo Toru's figure was swallowed up by the darkness.

Yukinoshita shook her head.

Regardless, the priority now is to get out of this awful place!

Kujo Toru was unaware that his terrifying experience had caused Yukino Yukinoshita to doubt his authenticity.

At this moment, his attention was entirely focused on the demons and ghosts inside.

After that scream, the empty factory fell silent again.

But the resentment and crimson stench permeating the air served as the best guiding compass.

A luminous spiritual light shone in his eyes.

Kujo Toru ran without the slightest hesitation, heading straight for the place where the resentment was strongest.

He arrived at his destination in just over ten seconds.

The stench of blood and the putrid smell of corpses lingered in my nostrils.

On the ground, on the walls, on the pipes...

Bloodstains were splattered everywhere.

Moreover, it had not dried out and was slowly sliding down under the influence of gravity.

At his feet, a figure lay limply.

The internal organs and flesh had all disappeared, leaving only an empty skin.

There was an irregular tear in his chest, clearly indicating that it had been forcibly ripped open.

Where the eyeballs used to be, now only empty holes remain.

Kujo Toru stopped in his tracks.

Staring at this human skin.

The girl's silhouette appeared behind him, her face showing some fear.

He peeked out into the darkness ahead, a fleeting look of worry in his eyes.

Mother……

A crimson light shone from the holes in his eye sockets.

The human skin began to move on its own.

The surrounding resentful black mist seeped into it, and its empty body was quickly filled.

Blood-red threads wrapped around his limbs in the air, and he stiffly raised his head.

His facial skin twitched, as if he wanted to put on a smile.

However, Kujo Toru had no intention of greeting it.

He raised the snow-white bone sword in his hand.

With a swift movement, the sword fell.

A flash of snow-white light appeared.

The human skin was split in two.

It fell limply to the ground again.

Kujo Toru continued walking forward.

Some things were scattered haphazardly on the cement floor.

That skirt??I make seven two Er is eight dead is a human limb.

Fingers, shoulder blades, upper arms, thighs...

Beneath the metal box, a round head lay alone in a pool of blood.

There was also a red rag stained with blood next to it.

This was a scene comparable to hell.

The girl showed a hint of reluctance.

However, Kujo Toru remained completely unmoved.

After glancing at it and confirming that there was no trace of resentment left, he looked away.

He looked to his left.

The dark blue tarpaulin was covered in blood.

A striped arm, resembling that of a hungry ghost, lay limply within it.

His lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling.

A woman in a scarlet dress is crouching next to the corpse.

Their jet-black fingernails were like daggers.

He was holding a blood-red thread made of foul air between his fingers, and using cross-shaped stitches to sew up the other person's stomach little by little.

"Mother……"

The girl finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Her eyes sparkled, and she took two steps forward, calling out softly to Shanling, whose spirit was in a strange and wondrous state.

The woman in red shuddered.

He slowly turned his head.

To the surprise of Kujo Teki Umbrella Spirit? | To the surprise of the chubby dog.

The other party did not transform into a terrifying and ferocious appearance like ordinary vengeful spirits; instead, it retained its human form.

Only the large hole in her forehead, and the stone embedded in it, revealed her inhuman nature.

"……cocoon."

The woman murmured.

Two streams of dark tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Volume 1: Chapter 75 No Longer Human

The woman's body was trembling.

His face showed a pained expression.

Her long, coiled hair was shaken loose and fell over her shoulders.

The resentful black mist and foul blood energy that filled the air surged into her body.

Her red dress made her look even more alluring.

"mom!"

After hearing her call, Suzumoto Mayu completely lost control of her emotions and turned to run over.

A snow-white bone sword blocked her way.

A deep blue aura flowed within it.

"She is consumed by resentment and filled with filth; she is no longer your mother."

Kujo Toru's voice was cold.

There was no turning back.

The spiritual energy within his body was surging.

The woman in red changed very quickly.

It was over in the blink of an eye.

jingle.

The clear sound of copper bells echoed through the factory.

A crimson crown was worn on her forehead.

Dark tears of blood slid down her cheeks.

The whites of his eyes had completely disappeared, along with his human emotions.

All that remains inside is endless resentment towards the living.

Kujo Toru's gaze remained fixed on the other person's upturned crown.

I took a deep breath.

It was indeed not a naturally formed demon.

Just like the Ushi-Toki girl from Haneyama High School, is this the work of that serpent spirit again?

Suzumoto Mayu didn't think as much as Kujo Tetsu did.

The illusory little face was full of worry and sadness.

Even with the bone sword blocking her way, she still stretched out her hands, opened her arms, and tried to wake the other person.

"...Mom, the revenge has been taken, and I have no resentment towards them. How about we end it like this?"

Two lines of crystal tears dripped from her translucent face.

It fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

It transformed into a golden stream of light.

Yes.

Although he died at the hands of those three men, and was even dismembered and sewn into a teddy bear, he was not given the punishment he deserved because of his suspended sentence.

However, Suzumoto Mayu did not harbor any resentment towards them.

Even on her deathbed, she tried her best to persuade the three men to give up their behavior and not ruin their promising lives.

Even after death, when she became a spirit, her only worry was about her own family.

She hoped that her parents would be able to move on from their grief and embrace a new life after hearing the news of her death.

Instead of becoming like this because of revenge!

As the resentment around her mother grew stronger and stronger, her face filled with bitterness and hatred, Suzumoto Mayu's heart sank little by little.

Even a trace of hatred was growing in my heart.

Why would those three people do such a thing? Why would they ruin her family?