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

Under Fumino Furuhashi's terrified and stunned gaze, he repeatedly used the ability to foresee the future to begin [trial and error].

They successfully started the nearly abandoned bus after it lost its supernatural powers.

The creaking bus drove straight toward reality.

The bright sunshine shone on the two of them, dispelling the gloom and darkness, and bringing hope and light.

No matter how long and unbearable the night, dawn will always arrive on schedule.

The night of despair will eventually pass.

now--

sky...

Bright.

……

……

"Have you arranged for someone to dispose of that bus?"

"I originally planned to drive this car over here, but it was completely destroyed after I encountered a paranormal spot."

"It's really useless."

With one hand supporting his chin, Sakurai slumped his shoulders and squinted at the bartender.

"Of course, how could we not do as Sakurai-kun asks?"

"I've already arranged for my men to handle it. That bus should be destroyed by now."

"That was something that had been obsolete for who knows how many years."

"It wouldn't be so bad if it just disappeared from history completely."

The bartender, who had a cunning smile like a fox, rolled his eyes and changed the subject before Sakurai could speak again.

"Speaking of which, you truly live up to your reputation as Sakurai-kun. Now you are undoubtedly the Godslayer."

"It's a pity I wasn't there and didn't witness that moment."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The bartender pushed a glass of milk in front of Sakurai and smiled happily.

"Come on, in the end it's just an Aragami, or a deity that has fallen into supernatural form."

"They were entangled for so long, and in the end, they still had to resort to gambling to win."

"I can't be proud of something like this."

"That's so stupid."

Sakurai shook his hand and took a sip of milk, still looking listless.

I just can't muster any enthusiasm.

I'm exhausted. I spent the whole night battling wits and courage against the Aragami, risking my life to carve out a path to victory.

After it was all over, he still had to drive that bus back to the real world, which was really going to kill him.

Doing this will definitely shorten your lifespan.

That's why I'm so tired right now.

He's so sleepy now that he can fall asleep the moment he lowers his head.

"Even so, it's still amazing. Sakurai, you should know that there aren't many people like you in this era who can single-handedly defeat the gods."

"A god-slayer is a god-slayer."

"That's a fact that can't be changed."

"If we hadn't suppressed information about Sakurai, someone would already be coming to invite you respectfully."

"The kind that promises a whole bunch of benefits."

With a smile, the bartender handed over another glass of milk, his mischievous intent almost burying Sakurai alive.

"Come on, I can't be bothered with those guys."

"nausea."

"Just say what you want to say. What is it that you called me here?"

"I had just come out when they hurriedly called me over."

"You surely know I have class later, right?"

Unable to resist yawning again, Sakurai, who was already prepared to hand in the handout in class, felt an urge to slap the bartender.

"It's nothing. Can't we just want to congratulate you, Sakurai-kun, right?"

"After all, it's a great feat of slaying a god, so someone needs to offer their blessing."

"We were on tenterhooks all night too. Sakurai-kun, you should know this is the first time you've been out of contact for so long. We were really worried."

Even though he knew this guy wasn't just celebrating for him, Sakurai still felt a bit uncomfortable with the concern on the smiling bartender's face and turned his head away. Sakurai always struggled to handle this kind of unreserved kindness.

The bartender was like that, and so was Kirisu Mafuyu.

That's why, as an outsider, he resonates with humans in some way.

After all, he's only one month old.

This touching moment, he...

Unforgettable.

"Is Sakurai-kun shy?"

Thinking of this, the smiling bartender reached out and tried to pinch Sakurai's face. I've always felt that it would be a shame if Sakurai, with such a face, had a poker face.

You should at least smile.

The bartender had a strange intuition that the next time they met, Sakurai would be very different from how he was now.

We might get a chance to see Sakurai's smile someday.

The bartender smiled even more broadly at the thought of this possibility.

This is a momentous advancement that will go down in history.

The smiles of the new generation of god-slayers could definitely fetch a high price.

80. Rebuilding & New Partners?

Sakurai slapped away the bartender's outstretched hand with an annoyance and coldly emptied his bag, piling up all sorts of messy remnants from his recent hunting trips on the bar counter.

"Three things. First, I need a motorcycle."

"It would be best if it were a relic, the only requirement is that it can be driven into the haunted area."

"They also helped me with my driver's license, so I don't want to spend any more time taking the test."

Thinking that since he was already there, he figured it wouldn't matter if he dealt with the matter face-to-face instead of over the phone, Sakurai held up one finger.

"No problem, leave it to us. Our intelligence network happens to have a motorcycle that meets your requirements, Sakurai-kun."

"We'll arrange for someone to purchase it shortly. At the latest, your order will be delivered to you within a week, Mr. Sakurai. You won't be disappointed."

"Absolutely top-notch."

He habitually pulled out a glass of milk from under the table, and then pulled out an extra-large sandwich, pushing them both in front of Sakurai as if they were breakfast.

The bartender practically patted his chest and assured him there would be no problem.

"And then, what other requirements are there?"

The smiling bartender declared that to celebrate the birth of Sakurai, the new Godslayer, this shrewd businessman would be going all out today.

"The second thing is that I need a suitable combat suit. Ordinary clothes break easily, which often makes me feel restricted when I'm fighting."

Extending his second finger, Sakurai stated his second request.

“No problem, let’s use this as the main material. We happen to know a lady named Hiyoribo who is skilled in weaving, and we also know a weaving machine spirit nearby. If we ask them for help, it should take about a week to complete this task.”

"Well..."

"Does Sakurai have any requirements regarding the combat suit?"

Carrying the remnants dropped by the giant spider that Sakurai had defeated last time, the bartender continued to confirm Sakurai's conditions.

"It just needs to have some defensive capabilities, so it won't break easily. It would be best if it could repair itself after being damaged."

"There's nothing else I need."

Sakurai straightened his crown, which was about to fall off, and quickly added, since he didn't really care much about his combat suit.

He'd had enough of this formal attire. If anyone insisted he wear this type of clothing, they'd better be prepared for a two-handed beating from him.

"By the way, it absolutely has to fit perfectly. I don't want to trip over my clothes while we're fighting."

"No problem, all these requirements can be met."

"Sakurai-kun, just wait for our good news."

The bartender, who thought it was all just a trivial little kiss, planned to add a few more conditions for Sakurai on his own initiative.

Otherwise, using relics of this level would be a waste of resources and a squandering of their potential.

At the very least, it should be invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire. It would be even better if it could also change its clothing style according to the owner's wishes.

correct...

While we're at it, let's try to get some more Fire Rat Fur in.

If we swap some of what we have on hand, we should be able to get it.

We have to make full use of the spider silk's effects.

Those who know us know that our bartender is the most thrifty and hardworking type.

"Thirdly, as you've seen, my companion was damaged in the battle against the Aragami."