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

"No problem."

Ebisu Kofuku agreed very readily:

"Although we don't know why the wind cave opened, if it's true, it will be a real headache for us."

"So thank you so much for the information!"

The large black figure behind her earnestly expressed its gratitude to Kujo Toru.

Sincerely.

Wind caves are a great calamity for both ordinary people and gods.

It would be better if it were an era when faith was strong.

But now, science is all the rage and mystery is fading, and people's faith in gods is no longer what it used to be.

Many gods are already doing their utmost just to maintain their own existence.

Now that the wind cave has been opened, only nearby deities can suppress it.

But the gods near this city...

Daiko glanced at Yato almost imperceptibly.

Since neither I nor Master Xiao Fu could intervene, we had no choice but to leave it to this unreliable guy to handle.

That was truly tragic for the residents of this city.

The arrival of this martial god, who is suspected to be from the lineage of the Three Noble Ones, is actually a good thing.

Night fell.

The city lights came on.

People are starting to enjoy the nightlife after get off work.

For them, the daytime is for making a living, and only the night truly belongs to themselves.

However, this is not the case for Yato.

During the Heian period a thousand years ago, the night was a stage for demons and monsters to roam freely.

"I can't see any starlight."

Looking up, Yato let out a meaningless sigh.

Because he hadn't seen a sky full of stars for decades.

As human history has progressed, city lights have become brighter and brighter, obscuring the starry sky.

Only a few of the brightest stars could be barely seen.

It's like eight million gods.

Apart from the well-known gods, the other nameless minor gods have long since disappeared due to the loss of faith.

How long can I hold on?

Yato himself couldn't explain it.

After all, he was just a down-on-his-luck little god who didn't even have a shrine and could only post small advertisements everywhere.

They do jobs like finding lost cats and dogs, and occasionally unclogging toilets, earning a five-yuan fee per job.

Through the connection between [Five Elements] and [My Fate], the commission fee is transformed into faith and offerings to oneself, and one reluctantly abandons the need to maintain one's existence.

Even the task of suppressing the wind cave can only be accomplished by other gods.

A dignified war god, a glorious and great military god, an immortal soul of the wilderness...

For these gods who were born for battle, fighting is their nature, and slaying demons and monsters is their duty.

Yato is also a martial god.

He should only be able to stand behind others, witness the majesty of other gods, and live under the protection of others.

For him, that was the greatest pain.

But there's nothing he can do; now, even his only divine artifact has left him.

A god who is unarmed can barely protect himself from being devoured by monsters.

Look up and gaze in a certain direction of the city.

By evening, Ebisu Kofuku had already divined the location where the wind cave would open.

The time was midnight.

By now, that great deity must have already gone to suppress it.

"I want to fight too."

He sighed.

Walk up to the vending machine.

Looking at the drinks inside, he was a little tempted.

But seeing the price, the idea was instantly abandoned.

Forget it, if I buy it, I'll just be one step further away from my goal of owning my own shrine.

He turned to leave.

Yato stopped in his tracks.

A petite figure stood in front of him.

She had short black hair, wore a cherry-white kimono, and a crown on her head. Her fair skin, which was exposed, was covered with dense seal script characters.

That is a symbol named by other gods.

His eyes were fixed on that figure he would never forget.

Yato's expression turned serious.

"Scarlet!"

In the dimly lit small room.

A handsome high school boy was sitting at his desk.

With his left hand scratching his blond hair, he held a brush in his right hand and skillfully drew an eyeball on the sandalwood paper.

As his pen fell, the filth originating from the depths of people's hearts frantically gathered onto the paper.

Ultimately, it transformed into a bizarre and enormous creature.

The single-eye mask on his face stood out starkly against his dark body.

"go Go."

With a rather impatient wave of his hand, the blond-haired youth seemed to be shooing away his own dog.

He didn't put down his brush until the other person disappeared.

"Another useless thing."

Cold words echoed in the room.

He stood up from the chair, went to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Suddenly, the city lights came into view.

His face was illuminated with a kaleidoscope of colors.

"A martial god from the Three Noble Lineages? My eldest son has truly found an extraordinary deity."

He gave a cold laugh.

He didn't believe the other party's claim that it was only to suppress the wind cave.

Everyone knows about Izanagi and Izanami.

The relationship between the three noble children born from Izanagi and Izanami is self-evident.

The other party has descended to the mortal realm either to spread their faith or to seek refuge in the underworld.

As luck would have it, the writing brush in his hand was the "Words of the Underworld" created by Izanami.

And quite coincidentally, I am currently staying in this city.

And they even specifically targeted Yato, who was born from themselves...

The blond-haired youth felt that he no longer needed to consider the other party's intentions.

Although he didn't know exactly where he had slipped up and attracted Takamagahara's attention, the fact that he hadn't come directly to her door meant that he was still hiding in the shadows.

There is still room for maneuver.

"You want to find me, right? Then let's first test your strength."

The blond-haired youth already had a plan in mind.

He didn't want to end up slinking away and hiding like this.

In this era, dealing with a god is not actually difficult.

All you have to do is throw dirty water on him.

First, they destroyed his faith, then they caused him to fall into demonization, and finally, in order to maintain the balance of the realm, Takamagahara itself would take action to purge him.

With the words of the Yellow Springs in hand, the blond-haired youth felt that the plan had a high chance of success.

After all, this is a divine artifact created by Izanami, the ruler of the underworld.

There's no need to risk being stabbed by demons to name them; you can completely control the demon simply by drawing an eye pattern on a piece of white paper.

Although he only stole the first Yellow Springs Word, compared with the three he created later, the resulting Masked Demon was not stable enough.

Not only can the type of the summoned individuals be specified, but there are also significant performance defects, and some can only be used once.

but.

This ultimately gave him the ability to command demons without limit.

In this era of declining gods and rising demons, the words of the underworld are his greatest source of confidence.

Moreover, some masked demons possess special abilities.

For example, the demon-faced monster [Hidden Ghost] that he envisioned using to smear the Three Noble Sons lineage of the Martial God.

It can then directly enter a person's heart, devour it, and ultimately turn it into a puppet at its command.

"Let me see your skills, God of War wielding the Ame-no-Murakumo."

Volume 1: Chapter 91 The Midnight Hospital is a Classic Film Set

Nine-Tiao Tetsu Station Reading - *Yi·Er Yi San Wu I Jiu Liu Er on the rooftop of a high-rise building.

Below us was a stream of cars that moved like dots of light.

The neon lights of the entire city were all in sight.

The wind whipped his snow-white hunting robes.

The night sky was dark.

It was a night without stars or moon.

"I'm sorry, because of the characteristics of myself and my deity, I am unable to lend a hand in suppressing the wind cave."

Daikoku and Ebisu Kofuku stood behind Kujo Toru, their words full of apology:

"The only option is for the Emperor to take action personally."

"fine."

Kujo Toru waved his hand.

When the location of the Wind Cave was determined by divination in the afternoon, Dahei had already explained the situation.

If he transforms into a divine artifact, he can open the Wind Cave simply by launching an attack.

Ebisu Kofuku, known as the God of Poverty, once orchestrated a nationwide economic depression with a single, all-out attack.