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

"If I remember correctly, that's Yotsuya-senpai, a second-year student. She transferred here after the fire at that girls' high school a while ago."

"Yes, I heard that the fire started on the second floor of the library and the whole library was burned down."

"I heard that several bodies that were burned beyond recognition were found in the fire, but the true identities of the deceased have not yet been determined."

"And it seems like similar things have happened in many high schools recently, it's terrifying."

After the three of them left, a lively discussion broke out in the class, and the conversation naturally veered off-topic from Yotsuya Miko and Sakurai to other topics.

Just as Sakurai had expected, there was no one else in the activity room except for a few snacks.

Normally, no one would specifically come here.

After all, Ichinose High School is known for its large size, especially after its recent expansion, there are plenty of empty activity rooms like this one.

He casually swung his fist as if he were stretching, smashing the snacks blocking the doorway. He caught the falling debris and, with a feigned yawn, stuffed it into his mouth. Sakurai then sat down in a chair and opened his bento box.

He silently began eating the bento box that Yotsuya Miko had brought him.

Um...

The taste was surprisingly good, and the portion size was just what he wanted.

Well done, assistant.

Nodding in satisfaction, Sakurai was quite pleased as he chewed his rice ball.

Like Sakurai, Yotsuya Miko, who had gotten used to her boss's strange personality, silently ate her bento, which was two-thirds smaller than Sakurai's.

In the silent atmosphere, Yurikawa Hana, whose personality was more lively and active than Miko's, pouted in dissatisfaction, looked at her best friend, and then at the "love rival" who had taken her best friend away, and viciously bit into the extra-large portion of fried noodle bread.

hateful...

She thought Jianzi had brought her a lunchbox, so why did a man suddenly appear?

She had already forgotten that she had met with Sakurai yesterday, and that she and Miko were having a brainstorming session about whether this classmate was a delinquent.

Knowing that Miko's sexual orientation is not a problem made me feel a little relieved, and that meant we could still be good friends.

But seeing his son being taken away so quietly, and by a junior from the same school no less, he was very unwilling, ugh—

I'm so worried!!!

She was clearly her best friend.

While brooding and channeling her grief into her appetite, Yuri Kawaka, worried about her son, ate even more.

Well...

The taste was surprisingly good.

Sakurai was quite satisfied as he chewed on his bento; the lunch that Yotsuya Miko brought was exactly what he wanted.

Making the spur-of-the-moment decision to hire her as an assistant was absolutely the right one.

Sakurai silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

but...

If that's the case, then we can't just keep taking.

It takes a give-and-take approach to make it work.

After thinking it over, Sakurai made up his mind.

After mentally reviewing what he wanted to say, Sakurai took out three Fukuzawa Yukichi banknotes from his wallet and placed them on the table.

"The taste is good, and the portion size is just right. I'm very satisfied. This is my food money for this month."

Without giving Yotsuya Miko a chance to refuse, Sakurai glanced thoughtfully at Yurikawa Hana, whose curiosity was about to explode, and left the activity room without giving them a chance to speak.

"Jianzi, how did you get involved with this junior?"

"Could she be being kept by a sugar daddy?!"

"So you like this type of guy? That's great! I thought Jianzi liked me. It's so good that I don't have to figure out how to reject her confession."

"No, are you sure it's okay?"

"I'm very worried."

Once Sakurai was out of sight, Yurikawa Hana, freed from the quiet atmosphere, let out a howl and forcefully tackled Yotsuya Miko to the ground, launching a fierce tickling attack, as if she would torture Miko if she didn't confess honestly.

"We just happened to meet. We're working together. I'm currently working for the boss."

"Xiaohua, don't talk nonsense. People will laugh at you if they find out."

Raising her hands in surrender, Yotsuya Miko, who had never kept a secret from Yurikawa Hana, concealed the existence of anything unpleasant.

Hearing her explanation, Baihechuanhua scratched the itch much less hard.

"Chance."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Yotsuya Miko seized the opportunity and turned the tables, pinning Yurikawa Hana down and launching a counterattack.

37. Dreams and the Past Me

Unaware of the playful banter between Yotsuya Miko and Yurikawa Hana, Sakurai was immediately surrounded by her classmates as soon as she arrived at the classroom door.

They were trying to get firsthand gossip from him, the person involved.

Sakurai frowned, too lazy to waste time with these people, and had no desire to speak. He lowered his head slightly and looked at his classmates who were blocking his way.

One second, two seconds later, an invisible low-pressure field rained down on everyone present, and then, under Sakurai's expressionless and indifferent gaze, the students quite voluntarily made way for him, clearing a one-way path to his seat.

There was not the slightest bit of reluctance.

Nodding, Sakurai walked towards his seat. Halfway there, he remembered the principles of conduct that Kirisu Mafuyu had taught him. After thinking for a moment, he politely thanked the classmates who had made way for him.

"Thank you."

His indifferent gaze gave the impression that he wasn't expressing gratitude, but rather delivering a blatant and naked threat.

That kind of threat—that if you don't give way, I'll kill you—is quite intimidating.

For a moment, the classroom fell into an extremely eerie silence.

Sakurai, who was sitting in his seat preparing to take a short nap, suddenly realized that he couldn't remember which class it was in the afternoon.

"Hello, classmate. Which teacher is teaching this afternoon?"

Looking at the only boy who hadn't joined in the fun but was instead making the most of his time to study, Sakurai tried to soften his tone as much as possible.

"Um, this afternoon is Ms. Name's Japanese language class."

The boy, startled by Sakurai, adjusted his glasses and answered him softly.

"Thank you."

Nodding to indicate that he understood, Sakurai rested his chin on one hand and slowly closed his eyes.

Then...

"Hey, Weiwo, you actually struck up a conversation with that aloof young master! How was it... did you get killed by his gaze?"

The aloof young nobleman was the nickname Sakurai received after transferring schools.

No one could strike up a conversation with him, and...

Any provocative delinquent will be knocked down by his elegant punch.

Over time, this title came about.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is way too exaggerated no matter what."

"Sakurai-san just doesn't like to talk much."

"Actually, he's a good person, which is unexpected."

He waved his hand, indicating that it was all a rumor.

very noisy.

Sakurai frowned as he was awakened by the chattering gossip of his classmates.

Oh well, let them be.

Sakurai, known as the aloof nobleman, silently turned his head away.

......

......

After a long time, Sakurai had a dream.

In his dream, he lay on empty ruins with his eyes closed.

The pungent smell of blood and gunpowder filled my nostrils.

A voice was murmuring incessantly in my ears.

A cacophony of noise, exceeding the limits of human tolerance, echoed in Sakurai's mind.

The abominable, evil drums, their deep, frenzied beatings, and the terrifying, hollow, monotonous howls of the demonic flute...

The sound shattered Sakurai's eardrums again and again with its endless descent.

It exists in a space not known to life, but in the space between all spaces.

They passed by peacefully, they passed by the primordial source, they resided outside of space, their traces unseen...

It is an ancient and powerful existence that has existed since time immemorial, an indescribable supreme position that transcends the realm of human imagination.

Dark, chaotic, and indescribable shadows lurk in the infinitely distant constellations, playing an absurd symphony that will never end.

"It's noisy."

Sakurai shouted in annoyance, then opened his eyes.

The sound disappeared, and Sakurai saw it...

A woman whose face he couldn't make out was squatting in front of him, tears streaming down her face.