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

"Great, you're still alive."

"Very good..."

The woman wept, overjoyed and moved by Sakurai's survival, and hugged him tightly, ignoring his reaction.

Sakurai thinks he smelled it...

Light fragrance.

Sakurai could see what was behind her through the hole in her chest; she was going to die.

Unlike herself, this woman is about to die.

However, the woman completely disregarded her own injuries and, while crying, gently touched Sakurai's hair.

In a daze...

Bizarre and fantastical images kept flashing through my mind.

Is that his past?

Was he not from this world, but from another world's past?

Unable to resist opening his eyes wide, Sakurai, who was being embraced by the woman, wanted to see more clearly.

He wanted to trace his past.

"No, you can't remember."

Forget it all, forget it all.

"Otherwise they'll see it. No matter what, we absolutely cannot let them know before that moment arrives..."

"Your existence, Yin Jing."

"You are the last, the very last chance."

The woman, noticing Sakurai's unusual behavior, emphasized it repeatedly, as if she wanted to meld Sakurai into her own body.

She wanted to protect the person in her arms, but she couldn't.

She is going to die.

Now, all the woman can do is cry and repeatedly emphasize this matter in his ear.

Absolutely, absolutely...

He can't remember, he can't recall, what he "saw".

"it is good."

Sakurai closed his eyes again, giving up on recalling those past memories.

In the end, all Sakurai heard was the woman repeatedly saying sorry.

The woman died. She released Sakurai, lay on the ground looking at the red sky, and died with a smile on her face, no longer shedding tears.

Her body gradually grew cold, and Sakurai had no idea what she was thinking.

With her eyes closed, Sakurai's body continued to fall.

With a sudden feeling of weightlessness, Sakurai opened his eyes...

There was no one in the trigger.

Is school over?

Without realizing it, Sakurai covered his head, not understanding why he did it.

"Who is Yin Jing? What is my relationship with her? She seems so familiar..."

Sakurai uttered the two characters, which might be his name, somewhat awkwardly, and frowned.

He rarely dreams.

Or rather, he has never dreamed in his memory.

Why did I suddenly dream of ruins? Why did I see that kind woman?

but...

Was that really a dream?

It is something that actually happened in the past.

Sakurai didn't know, and he wasn't going to think about it anymore.

He promised the woman that he would not actively seek out past memories.

Filled with doubt, Sakurai left the classroom.

They went to Kirisu Mafuyu's apartment.

About two hours later, Sakurai left the room after finishing her tutoring session.

He handed her the rosary beads.

certainly...

In case she refused to accept it, Sakurai deliberately concealed the value of the rosary, only stating that it could protect Kirisu Mafuyu from harm and that she should not remove it even when taking a bath.

as well as...

If the prayer beads start glowing, contact him immediately.

38. Even gods perish.

After leaving Kirisu Mafuyu's apartment, Sakurai took out his phone.

An anonymous email lay quietly in his inbox.

Sakurai's eyes flickered slightly as he opened the email.

That's pretty much what he thought.

"Really?"

"I always said that under normal circumstances, supernatural phenomena shouldn't be able to appear in this world so easily."

"Has the one who maintained the separation between the mortal world and the spirit world vanished, and the wise god who planned the two worlds also disappeared?"

"Something really has happened."

"If there's no way to solve this, there will probably be more and more unlucky people like the assistant."

"Perhaps it's not that clear, but..."

"Absolutely."

"It's like that little girl (Ogata Rizu in Sakurai's eyes) situation."

"The interesting guys will probably start popping up one after another, just like bamboo shoots in early spring."

"A lot of people will die."

"I hope the world doesn't descend into chaos."

"Well, it has nothing to do with me."

Shaking his head, Sakurai felt it was better for him not to meddle in so many other people's business.

The saying goes, "Everyone should sweep the snow from their own doorstep and not worry about the frost on someone else's roof."

He only needed to ensure his own and Mafuyu's safety; at most, he'd count that incredibly easy-going assistant as half a threat. As for the others...

We're really not that close. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Why is he in such a hurry when even that unscrupulous merchant isn't?

Don't assume he's really a fool just because he lost his memory. That shrewd businessman has some unclear connections with those 'imposing' 'big shots' in the 'Official History Compilation Committee.' Otherwise, not just anyone could open an izakaya that accepts all customers while navigating between reality and fiction.

And it's been open for so many years.

as well as...

He actually lied to Kirisu Mafuyu; he knew who had rented the house to him.

To be precise, it shouldn't be "people".

Sakurai's eyes flickered as he looked at the unknown caller ID on his phone.

That is...

It's an extremely special phone number that can only be dialed when a specific connection has been established.

The next second, without his consent, the call was automatically connected.

so...

He just...

From the very beginning, I simply didn't want to look for my past self.

It's too much trouble, and even if we found it, it would be meaningless.

He is neither a dead person from another world, nor a monster from this world.

He was a mix of two different people from the very beginning, an "outlier".

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me, Sakurai-kun?"

"We're so broke here trying to find bartenders to earn extra money so we can send money to Sakurai-kun."

The overly familiar and cheeky voice clearly reached Sakurai's ears from the other end of the phone.

The moment the sound entered his ears, Sakurai seemed to see that guy.

That unscrupulous merchant who would grovel and beg for a little profit.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Taking two steps back and leaning against the wall, Sakurai, with his head slightly tilted back, coldly and indifferently pressured the unscrupulous businessman on the other end of the phone.

"No, sir, you know the industry isn't doing too well lately. I'm counting on you to open a business here."

Frowning, Sakurai, having had enough of this rambling nonsense, prepared to hang up and turn off her phone.