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

This is why Yato, knowing that living people can't see him, still diligently posts small advertisements everywhere.

"This is unbearable!"

After examining his masterpiece, Yato sighed deeply.

He was starting to wonder if he'd been going to Xiao Fu's place too often lately, bringing bad luck with him.

Finally, he overheard a girl pleading for help at school and confidently decided to defeat the newly born monster.

As a result, he was defeated by a god with a single sword strike.

The five yuan that was within my grasp vanished instantly.

If that's the case, then so be it.

However, the voice actor who had served as his personal assistant for three months later also ruthlessly asked to resign.

Although it's only been a short time, there's absolutely no emotional connection or bond between us.

Ultimately, their relationship was nothing more than a simple employer-employee one.

However, the reason given by Banyin for leaving the company dealt him a heavy blow.

I can't stand your sweaty hands!

If possible, Yato would prefer that the other person left because he was too poor, rather than for this reason.

At least if he's poor, he's still working hard to save money.

Give him a little more time, and he will have his own shrine, where people will come to worship and make offerings.

It's not impossible that I could escape this life of homelessness and wandering, and become the richest man among the gods.

But my hands sweat...

What can he do about something determined by his physiology?!

"This is a serious personal attack!"

Yato clutched his head, squatted on the ground, and let out a wail.

But soon, he straightened up.

He casually tossed the spray paint can onto the ground.

There's no time left to grieve over the departure of the soundtrack.

He has more important things to do now.

That is to find another handy magic weapon.

The gods can bestow false names upon the departed but not yet vanished souls to establish a covenant.

Normally, the spirits of the dead act in human form, but when the gods call upon their false names, they transform into objects and come into the hands of the gods, which are known as "divine artifacts".

Having lived for hundreds of years, Yato was well aware of just how dangerous it would be for a god to lose all his divine artifacts.

The vast majority of gods possess all their combat power in their divine artifacts.

Even as a martial god, he would find it difficult to unleash his full power when unarmed.

Moreover, those demons and monsters lurking in the mortal world really enjoy feeding on these deities.

Even if it wasn't to complete the mission but simply to protect himself, he had to find a new artifact as soon as possible.

It was at this moment that his body tensed up.

I turned my head to look at the park entrance.

A snow-white figure was running rapidly towards them.

Volume 1: Chapter 87 Which God Rulers Me?

A snow-white hunting robe.

She looks too young.

and also……

Yato's gaze swept over the Sacred Bone Sword at Kujo Tsutomu's waist without making a sound.

Compared to the fleeting glimpse from the rooftop, the dragon's aura felt from above was now much stronger.

They are far superior to monsters like Bai Rongyi.

Dragon Seed, Bone Sword, that's all Yato could think of.

"Found you, Yato."

The other person waved the small advertisement in their hand and then slowly walked towards me.

His face was calm, and he seemed completely unconcerned.

"I never expected you to put up ads at my shrine."

Hearing the other person's words, which sounded like an accusation against his behavior, Yato subconsciously revealed an awkward smile.

In recent years, he has made a considerable effort to post advertisements at the entrances of other shrines in order to attract business.

After all, most people who go to shrines to pray and make offerings are asking for something from the gods, and these are all high-quality customers.

Anyway, those great gods with shrines may not have time to pay attention to believers, so Yato can do this kind of thing with a clear conscience.

I'm almost disappearing because I have no faith, so what's wrong with taking on some orders?!

But now that the person in question has come knocking on my door, things are different.

After all, his actions were definitely poaching.

And so.

With his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers, the down-on-his-luck god bowed deeply to Kujo Toru, his upper body and legs forming a ninety-degree angle.

"I'm so sorry!"

Immediately afterwards, he straightened up, unzipped his sweatshirt, and took out a bright green sake bottle from his pocket, which was half-filled with five-yen coins.

"This is my savings from all these years. Please accept it as my apology!"

With trembling hands, he handed the bottle to Toru Kujo.

Yato's heart was bleeding.

This is all his hard-earned money.

Each one was painstakingly collected by him.

Now everything has to be handed over...

Yato seemed to see his shrine gradually receding into the distance.

"I don't need compensation."

Kujo Toru was somewhat speechless.

First of all, the money he earns is less than what he could earn by selling a single bead to the Goddess. Besides, he can't even take it out of the training world.

Let this poor god spend it himself.

To prevent the other party from continuing to veer off-topic, Toru Kujo stated his purpose directly:

"I'm here to ask you something. Do you know about the Gates of the Underworld?"

Yato's face immediately fell.

He had previously been willing to give all his savings to the other party in order to avoid getting involved with this person in front of him.

Didn't expect it to still not work in the end?

He sighed inwardly, unable to even muster the thought of running away.

He saw it very clearly.

Within the body of this great deity, the spiritual essence of the sun and moon was so dense it was almost overflowing.

Moreover, in an era where faith is weak and countless of the eight million gods have vanished, it is still possible to possess such spiritual power.

Only a handful of people would immediately ask about the Yellow Springs.

Yato is now filled with regret, deep regret.

I wish I hadn't posted those flyers everywhere.

Meeting Kujo Toru's calm gaze, he cautiously asked:

"May I ask, is Your Majesty Somei-no-Mikoto, Nyan-no-Kiri-no-Mikoto, or Yamato-no-Mikoto?"

These three are extremely famous gods even in Takamagahara. As a god who has only been born for a few hundred years and has no celestial status, he has no way of seeing their true appearances.

We can only make inferences based on our own guesses.

"I am neither."

Kujo Toru shook his head, denying his guess.

"Don't joke around."

Yato chuckled twice.

That bone sword, without a doubt, must be the Kusanagi Sword, and it also possesses the spiritual essence of the sun and moon.

After much thought, the only possibilities are: Sumeru-no-Mikoto, who was one of the Three Noble Sons and slew the Yamata no Orochi; Ninigi-no-Mikoto, who ruled Ashihara no Naka deity by order of Amaterasu-no-Mikoto with the Three Sacred Treasures; and Yamato-no-Mikoto, who wielded the Kusanagi-no-Mikoto and pacified the Emishi.

"Actually, I'm not even a god."

Seeing the expression on Yato's face, Kujo Toru shook his head and told the truth directly.

Then, regardless of whether he believed it or not, they immediately brought the topic back:

"Let's talk about the Gates of the Underworld. Do you know where in this city such things are likely to happen?"

Given the solidity of the boundary line in this world, Kujo Toru did not believe that it would be like the real world, where even a slightly powerful demon could blur the lines between the mortal and ordinary worlds.

There must be some special location or big event.

"Oh, you mean the Wind Cave, right? The great void that connects Yomotsu Hirasaka to the mortal world. It's certainly not wrong to call it the Gate of Yomotsu."

Although Yato wasn't familiar with the terminology Kujo Toru used, he immediately understood it.

“Yes.” Kujo Toru nodded: “I received information that the Gates of the Underworld in this city will open soon, so I need to know its location and go there in advance to suppress it.”

According to his vague memory of the original plot, Yato seemed to have a close divine friend who could predict the location where the Wind Tunnel would open.

That's why he contacted the other party immediately.

"Such a thing actually happened!"

Yato's face darkened.

He did not doubt the source of Kujo Toru's information.

After all, Yomi-hirasaka is the abode of Izanami, and no one knows Yomi better than the gods of the Three Noble Sons lineage.

However, this makes the problem very serious.

With the wind cave wide open, all the demons and monsters hidden in the crevices, as well as the evil spirits imprisoned in the underworld, will surely swarm into the mortal world.

Moreover, it is usually accompanied by the phenomenon of transformation, which gives birth to a large number of monsters from the filth, and may even attract all the monsters in the surrounding area.

At that time, the overwhelming resentment and filth will completely distort the boundary between the present world and the ordinary world, and non-human things will be able to disrupt the world.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the souls of the dead who become divine artifacts become their food, and even some weaker gods are the same.

Each outbreak of wind caves is a major event that requires the gods to deal with seriously.

No wonder the other party personally descended to the mortal realm.

Yato's thoughts raced through his mind.

He gritted his teeth, looked up at Kujo Toru, and spoke first:

"I know a deity who can predict the location of the Wind Cave through divination. I'll take you to her now!"

It's not just about preventing disasters from happening.

Yato was also acting in self-preservation.