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

In reality, he's not much better off than if his mother had died.

They had finally managed to sneak Sakurai out of that person's sight. If Sakurai remembered the past, it would be better if he didn't go back.

If they run back without explanation...

If nothing else...

He should at least have several layers of skin peeled off, and then be hung at the mouth of the Kibi-kun Sea for a hundred years as food for the giant, evil fish.

That guy's bites are incredibly painful.

The bartender felt like dying just thinking about it. What kind of mess is this? What the hell is this?

This is going to be fatal!

"Sakurai-kun, can you promise me a favor?"

The bartender, feeling he could still salvage the situation, tentatively asked a question.

"explain."

"It's that thing..."

"If you are asked something else, just don't say that I told you."

That's right. As long as Sakurai helps him cover it up, and he stubbornly refuses to admit it, even if he is investigated, he will probably still be able to get away with it.

hateful...

Why can't I resist a profitable opportunity? Why did I agree to Sakurai's condition? Isn't this just making things difficult for me?

The bartender felt like dying.

wrong...

I'd rather not die; it hurts too much.

And he didn't want to see his mother so soon.

Otherwise, if you eat a meal from her, you might be able to come back to life even if you die.

My older sister ran away from home because she didn't want to eat my mom's cooking.

"If you explain everything that needs to be said clearly."

Undeniably, Sakurai pushed the empty glass in front of the bartender and smiled, indicating that anything was negotiable as long as the price was right.

He looks like a shrewd businessman.

"I feel like you're not easy to talk to these days, Sakurai-kun."

The bartender, with a long face, finally resigned himself to his fate.

If you're going to die, you're going to die. It's better to have a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one.

At worst, my older sister, who's a die-hard single woman, will break my legs. It's not like it's the first time.

Thinking this, the bartender exhaled another puff of white smoke.

Silently, the bartender placed a glass of milk in front of Sakurai, and having successfully donned the mask of pain, disappeared back into the cabinet.

Please start your performance.

Having had enough milk today, Sakurai pulled out a glass of watermelon juice from somewhere, took a delicious sip, and signaled to the bartender, who had changed his clothes again, that they could begin.

"Sakurai-kun, do you know?"

"Compared to other living beings, the human species has far too many shortcomings."

"I think you must have had similar experiences in your battles against the supernatural."

Sakurai nodded in deep agreement with what the bartender had said.

He truly sensed it; compared to humans, the innate abilities of the supernatural were simply too illogical.

They are incredibly difficult to kill.

"Yes, the difference between humans and other species is just too great."

"So, hundreds of years ago, there was a very famous family whose patriarch had a rather outlandish plan."

"If you have a bad liver, eat the liver of a healthy organism."

"If you have bad eyesight, eat the eyes of creatures with keen vision."

"In that case, if eating the flesh of a supernatural being yields...?"

"What about the power of extraordinary beings?"

With this in mind, he immediately set his sights on the monster, Jian, who could foresee the future.

"In order to gain the power to freely predict the future, and thereby obtain endless wealth and power, then..."

"To gain even more extraordinary power."

"Ultimately, it allowed their family, and the name of Sakura, to stand at the pinnacle of the world."

The bartender wore a strange smile as he looked at Sakurai, who seemed lost in thought.

"A monster with a human head and a bull's body, that can speak human language and..."

"He will die after he has predicted the future."

"Sometimes it foretells bountiful harvests and family prosperity, but more often it predicts misfortune, and..."

"His words are always accurate."

"So when I woke up, I had no memory and didn't remember anything, yet I was able to speak human language very naturally."

"But there must be more than that. The amount of meat I ate must be more than just [pieces]."

"This body represents more than just a [piece]."

After taking a sip of watermelon juice to replenish his fluids, Sakurai made a nude assessment of his current condition.

It's as if it has nothing to do with me at all.

Although this body cannot feel pain, he can vaguely sense it...

The pain I remember was so intense that it could not be described as being reduced to ashes.

His past, the past of this body, his past that wasn't even allowed to be recorded...

It's undoubtedly hell.

53. Mad delusions, the bloodline passed down through generations.

As Sakurai listened to the unscrupulous merchant recount his past, he felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

like...

It felt like something was about to come out of my head.

Does this mean it's about to grow a brain?

Kidding.

certainly...

Sakurai knew this was just his imagination.

He just...

Because the unscrupulous merchant was simply "remembering" something.

Shaking his head and ignoring his own illusion for the time being, Sakurai continued to listen to the bartender recount this story from... several hundred years ago.

"Of course, after all..."

"How could a mere human being, who is inherently inferior to other species in every aspect, possibly be able to easily steal the ability to foresee the future?"

The bartender looked at Sakurai, his smile both mocking and full of reminiscence.

This guy...

It was as if I had witnessed it with my own eyes...

A family that treated its members like disposable resources, descended into madness and gradually marched towards its demise.

At this moment, the bartender finally possessed a sliver of the experience and wisdom that an immortal should have accumulated over time...

wisdom.

The accumulation of knowledge called experience.

"After finally obtaining a piece of meat, the patriarch couldn't wait to have his clansmen consume it."

"Some people lose their lives after eating it because their constitution is not compatible with it."

"Some people died after being bedridden for a month."

"And some people died painfully after predicting the future."

"As expected, those people's predictions before they died came true."

"However, even though the patriarch kept having people try it, even though they gained prophetic power after eating the meat."

"Those who participated in the experiment all died soon after."

"Just like [piece]".

The bartender's tone didn't sound like that of a passerby who had just heard the legend, but rather like that of an observer who had witnessed the whole thing and was telling the story to someone who came after him.

[So close, so very close!]

The bartender's voice grew old and carried the air of someone in a superior position. He looked at Sakurai with indifference in his eyes, just as indifferently as Sakurai looked at everyone else.

Beneath that indifference lies humanity's most fundamental madness: greed.

Unwilling to give up, and hysterical about being just one step away from success but unable to reach it.

"He angrily kicked over the container holding the body of the object, letting the container, which he had painstakingly obtained and which contained the flesh and blood of the object, fall to the ground."