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

Desires that are utterly foul.

This ravenous fellow, who eats only once a year, is eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Longing for...

Eat a hearty meal.

"Perfect match, me too."

"Me? I share the same thought."

Sakurai said this, just like the one who led this ghost story...

He also wanted to try it, that supernatural thing that existed here...

There is that kind of entity with a grand scale.

What does it taste like?

68. The enemy is a god.

The pale white imperial coins fell down with the force of gravity, and after a gentle breeze, they seemed to sway like eerie white ghost hands.

Slowly raising his head, Sakurai looked at the swaying gohei in the wind. With a slight pursing of his lips, he raised his left hand and casually grabbed a string of gohei above his head. He easily crushed them with a slight force between his fingertips and tossed them behind him.

The pale scraps of paper flew in all directions, swaying and disappearing into the darkness.

Sakurai clearly sensed that the already intense malice was becoming increasingly pronounced, increasingly...

Unabashedly.

In the shadows, it inhaled and exhaled black gas, its gaze fixed on Sakurai, greedily roaming over his body.

Waiting...

The opportunity to swallow him whole.

With a chuckle, Sakurai took a step forward, ignoring the ever-present gaze, and stepped into the deep darkness.

The ancestral hall, though not very large, seemed like an endless maze.

He couldn't remember how many turns he had made.

Sakurai walked on the creaking wooden planks, his eyes slightly lowered.

Is it really faster to just demolish houses by force?

Sakurai, who was thoroughly disgusted by the noisy sound of the wooden planks, was surrounded by an inexplicable low pressure.

next moment--

Having made up his mind, Sakurai widened his eyes and kicked the vermilion wall, one kick after another, and then another.

The walls, which had long been in disrepair, kept shaking.

Finally, after a full-force kick, the entire wall wobbled and collapsed under the weight.

It reveals another world behind it to Sakurai.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

With the idea that he could simply demolish all the load-bearing structures of the ancestral hall at worst, and to avoid the endless detours, Sakurai chose to manually carve out a straight path.

Taking a step over the broken wall on the ground, Sakurai finally felt a little better about his frustrated mood.

It was moving straight ahead when it encountered an obstacle and had nowhere to go, so it simply moved the obstacle to a new location for free.

Whether the ancestral hall was originally like this or it was the work of the mastermind behind it, it doesn't matter.

He didn't care at all, not even a little bit.

Solve it using physical methods.

All obstacles in his path must kneel before him.

It’s finally here…

After a little effort, Sakurai finally arrived at the very heart of the shrine.

Gripping the short dagger in his backhand, Sakurai smiled, feeling the conspicuous gaze so close at hand.

really...

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

A typical ancestral hall consists of several parts: a square in front of the gate, a stage, a main gate, a surrounding wall, a courtyard, a main hall, a worship hall, and auxiliary rooms.

The most important place is naturally the place for worshipping ancestors and for ancestral rites, that is, where ancestral tablets are kept.

It is the central altar in an ancestral hall.

After walking in a straight line, Sakurai arrived here.

As I bent my knees to remove the last obstacle, a pungent, nauseating odor that made my stomach cramp instinctively rush into my nostrils.

This is the smell produced when a corpse is exposed to air for a long time and ferments under the corrosive effects of microorganisms.

The source of the scent was a row of girls dressed as shrine maidens, kneeling on the ground, smiling happily and silently.

Their bodies had long since completely decomposed, and the yellowed priestess robes were draped over their skeletal forms.

Their hair and nails had all fallen off with the passage of time, leaving only their stark white bones and empty eye sockets, silently proclaiming to the world the tragedy that should never have befallen them.

Even the least decayed one is at least twenty years old.

These are all underage girls who were bewitched by the creature inside the stone statue and gave their lives.

They arrived here on a bus that crosses two worlds, carrying with them their longing for their deceased family members.

He lost his life while laughing in a dream of reuniting with his family.

Before they died, they were still grateful to the gods who had granted their wishes.

Now, they are no longer the beautiful women they once were; all that remains are rotting flesh, stark white bones, and the pungent odor that has been preserved to this day by the dust of time.

Bewitched, they lost the lives that should have had infinite possibilities.

A faint, almost imperceptible sobbing sounded in my ears; these were the last traces the girls left behind in this world.

They were confused, bewildered, and didn't understand...

Why did they have to go through such a thing?

Before the devoutly kneeling girls, the ancestral tablets that should have been placed there were instead a stone statue with an indistinct face.

The malicious gazes came directly from the stone statue.

The mastermind behind this village is inside this stone statue.

"You usurp my place and then bewitch young girls to become your sacrifices."

"You're pretty good at having fun."

Looking at the blurry stone statue, ignoring the pungent smell in the air, Sakurai uttered these words softly.

"The 'wild god' that steals the ancestral offerings of others when it cannot receive sacrifices."

With unwavering certainty, Sakurai had already made up his mind the moment he saw the stone statue.

The guy in front of me is Aragami.

Aragami are not part of the main deity system of the Fusang Amaterasu system, but rather belong to local primitive religious beliefs similar to witchcraft or shamanism.

It is something that has been abandoned by humanity as times have changed.

The venomous whispers in his ear grew even more so after Sakurai revealed his identity.

With eyes bulging and eyes wide with lust, it fixed its gaze on Sakurai, refusing to look away.

"Are you furious and enraged?"

"Or is it that you consider yourself a god but feel unable to accept being provoked by a mortal like me?"

"I can understand it all. I'm not surprised by what guys like you are like."

Tilting his head, Sakurai, whose goal had been right in front of him, was surprisingly patient.

He stared silently at the blurred face of the stone statue, and a series of words came out of his mouth.

They were not worried at all about the possibility of being ambushed at any moment.

He was completely oblivious to how much he said would put him at a disadvantage.

The possibility that "villains die from talking too much" simply doesn't exist for him.

"If that's the case, why don't you move?"

“I’m standing right in front of you, I’ve come all this way, and I’ve come here with the sole purpose of tearing you to pieces.”

"Why..."

"You're not moving?"

Sakurai took a step forward, his sharp edge revealed as he glared coldly at the person before him.

"So, you're the kind of powerful person who can kill me with a single glance?"

"But right now, nothing's wrong with me."

The short dagger slid out of his sleeve and landed in his palm. Sakurai tilted his head slightly and pressed the stone statue for answers once more.

69. A young girl's reserve

Time passed second by second, but Sakurai still did not receive a response from the other party.

There wasn't even a tentative attack.

"is it?"

"Just as I thought."