Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

To ensure today's "hunt" goes smoothly, Sakurai decides...

First, get the map.

Ideally, it should be an older map that can be compared with Google Maps.

After looking at Google Maps, Sakurai made up his mind.

Not long after, a bus that went directly to the destination stopped in front of the bus stop, and Sakurai strode towards the bus.

Sakurai darted past the pretty girl who had finally mustered the courage to approach him, boarded the bus, and closed his eyes.

......

Sakurai's destination was the Tama Art University Library, a library located behind a park on the Tama Art University Hachioji campus in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Legend has it that once you arrive there, it's like stepping into a forest or a cave, where a gentle, interconnected relationship is formed within the space of the arcade.

Of course, Sakurai wasn't there for a visit.

By the time Sakurai arrived at the library, it was already past 1 p.m.

Today is a weekday, and due to the heavy rain, Sakurai didn't see anyone in the library other than the staff.

The library lights were only turned on to a minimum.

He closed the oil-paper umbrella, shook it twice at the entrance, and handed it to the staff member next to him. Sakurai carried the shoulder bag in one hand and went through security. Following the signs, he made his way through a maze of turns and arrived at the history and geography area.

Sakurai placed the shoulder bag on the table to the side and began looking for what she wanted.

After about two hours, having narrowed down the target area time and time again, Sakurai looked at the bookshelf in front of him.

If nothing unexpected happens, what he wants should be here.

found it.

Sakurai's eyes lit up as he pulled out a slightly yellowed map from a corner.

It's clear that this map has been here for quite some time.

Once unfolded, the locations around Tokyo are clearly recorded on this large map, which is about three meters long.

Sakurai took two steps back to create some distance, took out his phone and snapped a couple of photos. After confirming that he had captured the entire map, he folded it up, returned to his original position, and prepared to leave.

"Wow, that's quite rare. Young people these days are actually willing to spend time restoring things to their original state."

"That's a rare find indeed."

He heard the old man coughing, and he felt gratified by Sakurai's actions.

An elderly man appeared behind him at some point. His voice was hoarse, deep and heavy. He looked to be about 1.5 meters tall and was somewhat hunched over. He was wearing a loose-fitting kimono that looked quite old, but it was very clean and had a faint scent of soap.

Wearing reading glasses, he looked to be about eighty or ninety years old.

But his spirits were surprisingly good.

Perhaps they have a habit of exercising.

Sakurai first put his phone into his pocket before turning around and meeting the old man's eyes.

The old man was quite old, but his eyes were very bright, unlike the cloudy eyes of other people his age.

He wasn't carrying any crutches, and his complexion was quite rosy, suggesting he was probably free of illness and perhaps even healthier than many working young people.

There was no dirt under my fingernails, and my shoes weren't too wet even on a rainy day. Apart from some age spots, my wrists, which were exposed to the air, were very clean.

This is an elderly person who pays great attention to personal hygiene.

His weathered face was etched with wrinkles, but his demeanor revealed that he had once been a handsome young man renowned throughout the surrounding area.

The old man tucked one hand behind his back and placed the other on his chest, coughing occasionally as he gazed at Sakurai with a kind smile.

Sakurai didn't speak; he didn't think he had anything to say to this old man.

14. Young people, laugh more while you're still young!

"Young man, what are you looking for?"

"Since you've come specifically to find old maps, your target must be something from the past."

"I'm not bragging, but I do consider myself quite learned."

"There's nothing in the older generation's memory that I don't know."

Sakurai wasn't going to pay any attention to the old man, but he continued to chat with Sakurai in a very warm and friendly manner.

"May I ask, sir, do you know of a temple?"

"A temple that can grant the wishes of those who are destined to be there."

"I need to go somewhere."

Sakurai squinted slightly as he looked at the old man.

The old man fell silent, staring intently into Sakurai's eyes. Sakurai didn't continue lecturing him, silently meeting the old man's gaze.

"I thought I would never have to mention this name again in my life."

After a long while, he finally let out a heavy sigh.

After letting the old man sigh and reminisce about the past for a while, Sakurai took two steps back, gesturing for the old man to sit down and talk.

"Grandpa, judging from your words, you do know something. Would you mind telling me?"

"Young man, what wish do you have to fulfill at that temple?"

"Would it be convenient for you to tell me?"

The old man did not sit down as Sakurai suggested, but stood up straight.

The old man, who gave an irrelevant answer, used a question to answer the question, turning around and asking Sakurai what his purpose was in tracing this old story.

Sakurai narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old man again.

"It's very simple. I need to speak with that [god or Buddha], specifically..."

"I want to hunt it."

"It has lived too long; it's time for it to be released."

Without any intention of hiding anything, Sakurai frankly stated his thoughts.

"Hahahaha...cough cough!!!"

Upon hearing Sakurai's answer, the old man couldn't help but burst into laughter, but as he laughed, he couldn't stop coughing.

"Young man, are you kidding me?"

"That's just a legend. Even if it weren't a legend, saying you want to hunt gods and Buddhas is extremely disrespectful."

Raising his hand to stop Sakurai from approaching, the old man coughed a few times and patted his chest, his eyes seemingly a little moist.

"The premise is that they really are gods or Buddhas, isn't it?"

"I don't think an imposter has the right to exist with a clear conscience."

"Moreover, even if someone is a god or Buddha, if no one remembers them, then they have lost their value."

"I'd rather let Him be free."

Taking a breath, Sakurai gave his answer as a matter of course.

"Young man, let me warn you, this is very dangerous. If you're not careful, you could really die."

"Too many people have died because of it."

"Wouldn't it be better to just let him be forever buried in history?"

The old man spoke slowly, his breath lingering as he admonished Sakurai.

"I don't think so. Some things need to be remembered."

"And I won't die."

Sakurai seriously refuted the old man.

"In that case, there's nothing I can do to stop you."

"Take out the map, and I'll show you the way."

He coughed twice more, and the once healthy old man looked somewhat listless.

The old man sighed deeply; he had chosen to compromise.

after all...

And who can stop themselves?

In the past, he was just as spirited and ambitious as this young man.

"grateful."

He took the map out again and spread it out on the table. Sakurai took two steps back to make room for the old man.

“Young man, the temple you are looking for is located at the foot of this valley.”

"I remember, after a heavy rain, standing at the highest point of the mountain, you could see the temple through the misty fog when you looked down during the Oma period."

"There's nothing more I can do to help you with."

I hope you can find what you're looking for.

He coughed twice more.

The elderly man, his fingers trembling slightly, coughed as he traced a route on the map that only the older generation knew, until his fingertip finally stopped in the upper right corner of the map.

The kind smile on the old man's face had frozen when he decided to grant Sakurai's wish, and now his face was completely bloodless, but he was still smiling kindly.

Although...

It looks somewhat ferocious.

"Thank you."

Sakurai bowed deeply, then looked up and stared at the old man's face, silently memorizing it.

"Don't mention it... young man. I hope you really can do it."