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

Come on, make your choice.

In response, Toru Kujo said he would not choose any of them!

On a stormy night, a second pair of golden eyes suddenly lit up.

Incredibly intense.

More dazzling and brilliant than the golden eyes of a demon.

"Words of Power, a Dustless Land."

A rhythmic sound, seemingly from ancient times, resounded on the rooftop, undiminished by even the fiercest wind and rain.

Volume One: Chapter Ten - Return

In Yin-Yang arts, the types of rituals are incredibly diverse.

Performing sacrifices through special procedures is a ritual; pleasing the gods with Kagura dance is also a ritual...

They may take different forms, but they all share the same core purpose.

That is to communicate with those mysterious forces.

Therefore, the power of words also falls under the category of ritual.

For Kujo Toru, who had pointed out the specialization of ritual, he was better able to understand the essence of Kotodama.

All the unseen and intangible forces in the world were mobilized in this unique rhythm!

The power hidden in the blood is boiling.

His golden pupils were devoid of any emotion, as if he were a god sitting high in the heavens.

An indescribable sense of majesty emanated from the body draped in white hunting attire.

It's less about communication and more about issuing commands to the world around us.

And then, in that instant, the storm stopped.

An even more violent and ferocious airflow spread outwards from the boy's center.

It was as if the divine realm had truly descended to earth.

Without any resistance, or rather, completely powerless to struggle, the evil spirit was pushed away.

The unstoppable airflow only gradually dissipated when it reached a distance of about five meters.

The rain curtain closed again, and the icy rainwater shattered on the bluish-gray scales, flowing down through the gaps.

"What level of hybrid are you?! Are you the emperor of the Snake-Headed Eighth Family?! What kind of incantation was that just now?! The Eighty-First Dustless Land?! Don't be ridiculous!!!"

At the edge of the rooftop, the evil spirit lay prostrate on the ground, its voice hoarse, hysterically roaring at the boy in front of it.

His eyes were filled with lingering fear.

A fear emanating from the depths of his blood made him want to submit to the boy before him.

However, being a B-grade hybrid, he had already obtained a secret medicine from a mysterious organization that could refine his bloodline, thus transcending the boundaries of humanity.

How could anyone possibly have such an impulse towards an ordinary mixed-race person!

And that incantation just now, the Dustless Land? Whose Dustless Land has such power!

A sudden flash of inspiration struck him, which he keenly grasped.

"A pure-blooded dragon! Yes! You must be a third-generation awakened dragon!"

It makes sense! Everything makes sense now!

Only pure-blooded dragons, especially those of the third generation or higher, can make someone who has already crossed the line feel the urge to bow down and worship simply because of their bloodline!

Only pure-blooded dragons can create a dust-free land of this scale.

The evil spirit felt it had grasped the truth.

With this in mind, he made his choice decisively.

"I am willing to submit to you, my lord!"

Its scale-covered forehead slammed heavily against the concrete floor, splashing up a large spray of water.

The demon raised its head again, its panic gone.

Instead, there was endless fervor.

"I'm willing to help you conquer all of Tokyo!"

"With your power, you can completely wipe out the traitorous Snake-Headed Eight Families, then storm the Imperial Palace of the Sixth Generation, seize the Bird Throne, and take control of the entire country!"

"At that time, whether in the open or underground, Your Excellency will be the undisputed emperor!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, his golden eyes even became bloodshot, turning into a bewitching crimson gold.

Kujo Toru remained silent, only raising the nine-character Mijima Kanesada sword in his hand.

The clear blade began to glow with a deep blue fluorescence.

Then he uttered his first words since the start of the war:

"Kujo Toru, the chief priest of the purification shrine, hereby invites the great deity of purification, Mijima..."

what?

The evil spirit sensed something was wrong and quickly raised its head.

What came into his view was a blade of light colder than ice and snow, and the merciless voice of Kujo Toru.

"Enter the Central Plains of Reed Plains, to purify the demons and evil!"

boom!

The iron gate at the entrance to the rooftop flew far away.

Along with it, the demon's hideous head also flew out.

The golden eyes, now dimmed, still held traces of confusion and fear.

The headless corpse crashed into the puddle, then began to dissipate into black smoke as it was enveloped by blue particles.

However, it vanished completely in a short while.

There were no more signs of fighting on the rooftop.

The tip of the knife pointed to the ground, and rainwater poured onto the blade, washing away all the bloodstains.

With a flick of the wrist, a beautiful sword flower bloomed in the rainy night, and the divine sword returned to its ebony sheath.

Her bangs, wet from the rain, clung tightly to her forehead.

Those brilliant golden eyes gradually dimmed and eventually went out completely.

His original brown pupils were revealed.

The indifference and calmness in his eyes disappeared, and a sense of weariness quietly crept in.

The immense power that permeated the body also faded away, disappearing once again into the alien bloodline within the body.

Three girls appeared from the stairwell and came to the rooftop.

The raging wind and rain passed over them without hindrance, and wisps of golden particles floated straight into the night sky.

"Thanks……"

With choked sobs, the three of them bowed deeply to Kujo Toru.

"Let's go."

Kujo Toru shook his head slightly, his voice very soft.

Upon hearing his words, the girls' bodies suddenly collapsed.

Large clumps of golden light rose into the night sky, like a reversed Milky Way, illuminating Kujo Toru's face.

I glanced at the top left corner; the countdown had disappeared.

Instead, a text box was used:

[Training mission completed. Return now?]

return.

Kujo Toru's body gradually became transparent.

Like a ghost haunting the city.

boom!

With a loud crash, the iron door to the stairwell deformed and flew off.

Immediately afterwards, three black figures leaped out and landed on the rooftop.

"Put down your weapons and surrender!"

The golden eyes ignited instantly, like candlelight flickering in the wind and rain.

The crow's muscles were tense as it surveyed the environment on the rooftop.

"Young Master, target not detected!"

The yaksha beside him shouted loudly, his voice sounding somewhat anxious.

This evil spirit has been pursued by the Enforcement Bureau for five days. During this time, it escaped two encirclements and killed three of the family's fine young men, which is why the young master came in person.

If he escapes again, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause.

But at this moment, he found that his young master was as if nailed to the rooftop, not moving at all, as if he hadn't listened to him at all.

The long black trench coat billowed in the wind and rain, faintly revealing the magnificent ukiyo-e print lining.

"Who exactly are you?!"

The young master's golden eyes burned intensely, his gaze sharp and awe-inspiring.

Although he was asking questions, his hands were moving at the same pace.

The two ancient swords at his waist instantly fell into his hands.

The concrete floor of the rooftop trembled a few times, and the dense rain curtain was torn open to create a human-shaped passage.

Enveloped in air currents and water mist, his figure appeared before Kujo Toru.

Two cold blades of light, like a new moon, headed straight for the throat and chest.

Sharp, ruthless, and deadly!

Ancient swordsmanship, Niten Ichi-ryu.

but.

It didn't work out.

The sharp blade pierced straight through Kujo Toru's body.

The alloy railing at the edge of the rooftop collapsed weakly towards the library building below.

When the young master looked up again, the other person had already disappeared into the darkness.

Only half of the words remained, crushed by the raging storm:

"Nine Articles for the Priestess of the Great Shrine of Purification..."

Volume 1: Chapter 11 Practice makes perfect, but who's the one who's going to start this?

"Little Lord……"

The crow approached the young man standing alone in the rain, its voice trembling slightly.

However, the other party ignored him, frowned, and looked directly at another burly man.

"Yaksha!"

"exist!"

"You were the one who blocked off the streets near Dongda University, weren't you? Find out exactly how they got in!"