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

The bartender said it was a gift, but he still felt bad about taking it from him for free.

He could tell from just a light test that the quality of the octagonal bright silver hammer far surpassed that of his already damaged dagger.

Regardless of whether the unscrupulous merchant was satisfied or not, Sakurai still gave a figure as a token gesture.

"No, no, no, Mr. Sakurai, that's not fair. We promised to give it to you, so we'd be too embarrassed to ask you for money again. We're already very happy as long as you continue to support our business in the future."

The bartender is the epitome of putting on a brave face and being stubborn to the end. Even though his heart is bleeding, he still puts on a nonchalant act with the thick skin of an immortal.

"Thanks, I'll be going now."

After giving the bartender a long look, Sakurai placed the octagonal silver hammer vertically into his shoulder bag and walked away satisfied.

Hopefully, Sakurai will treat it well.

The bartender, clutching his bleeding chest, collapsed to the ground as he watched Sakurai leave.

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......

Exhausted and with sleep on his mind, Sakurai hailed a taxi after leaving the izakaya and headed straight to Ichinose High School.

Only after he arrived at the gate and noticed the strange looks from his classmates did he belatedly realize how "unusual" his attire was.

Looking down at his overly loose dress and straightening his crooked crown, Sakurai silently held a grudge against the bartender who had called him over.

After thinking it over, Sakurai decided not to continue down the wrong path and made a complete 180-degree turn, hailing another taxi directly to the apartment.

After throwing off his crown and stripping off his formal attire, Sakurai fell peacefully asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Inside the shoulder bag, Sakurai's new companion, the octagonal bright silver hammer, gleamed faintly.

82. I am you, and you are me; I am Sakurai, and I am also Yin Jing (End of this volume)

"Where is this?"

As if falling endlessly, Sakurai opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by a white expanse.

He clearly remembered falling asleep in bed.

Where is this place?

With a furrowed brow, Sakurai raised a hand and began to explore the area.

This is a square space of approximately ten meters by ten meters.

There are no hidden exits, which means I'm tied up?

Is it a dream?

But you shouldn't feel pain in a dream.

Sakurai pinched himself, wincing in pain, and became even more confused.

and many more...

Why am I in pain?

Sakurai, his eyes wide open, suddenly realized what was happening.

His body clearly doesn't have the ability to feel pain.

What is...

what's the situation.

"Hello."

"first meet."

Just as Sakurai was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a somewhat cold voice came from behind him.

That voice sounds so familiar.

Squinting, Sakurai sensed his opponent's location and instantly slid around, throwing a punch.

At the same moment Sakurai threw a punch, the person behind him simultaneously raised his hand and caught Sakurai's punch.

"Even if they lose their memory, their reactions in this area will remain exactly the same."

The mysterious man watched Sakurai quietly with a smile on his face.

With black hair and brown eyes, he looked to be in his early twenties. There was an eerie sense of familiarity about Sakurai, both in appearance and demeanor.

just like...

Just like myself.

"Where is this place?"

"Who are you."

With a strong sense of vigilance, Sakurai stared coldly at the other person.

"These words are your dreams, the deepest part of your heart."

"This 100-square-meter room is your everything."

"It's a secret that can't be told."

"It is an empty illusion."

"The truth is something that cannot be made public."

"As for my words..."

"I am you and you are me."

“I am a non-existent phantom, a void and absurd shadow, an alien that should not exist.”

"My name is——"

“Yin Jing”.

Looking at Sakurai, the mysterious man who raised one hand spoke passionately.

“I don’t think I used to be a riddle person.”

Squinting, Sakurai felt an urge to punch the guy in front of him.

For some reason, he instinctively disliked this type of mysterious person.

"Indeed, I also dislike riddle tellers."

"What I just said was what my mother asked me to tell you."

"Unfortunately, I didn't learn it well enough."

Nodding in deep agreement, the man who called himself Yin Jing yawned, snapping out of his previous mysterious demeanor.

"Mother?"

"me?"

Hearing this word gave Sakurai a very special feeling.

My heart is throbbing with pain, and my eyes are dry and itchy.

What does this feel like?

Sakurai couldn't understand.

"What you're feeling right now is called sadness."

Even if you lose your memory, you will still feel sad because of your mother's death.

"This feeling is connected by blood, and neither time nor the world can sever it."

Yin Jing, who could see her own current situation at a glance, said this.

"Sadness, is it me?"

"Why..."

Would I be sad because of someone I don't even remember?

Sakurai couldn't understand it; there was absolutely no reason why.

"It's very simple, because even if you don't remember, the loss of memory still leaves traces that cannot be erased or changed."

That's emotion.

"Didn't you notice?"

"You and I are the same."

Yin Jing smiled and approached Sakurai. The two, who seemed to have the same demeanor and temperament, looked at each other.

"You don't actually think that your current personality and habits are all copied from that [Mafuyu-nee], do you?"

“You don’t remember or realize it, but it seems to me.”

"We can say we are exactly the same."

“You didn’t become this way through learning; you’ve always been this way.”

"Because that's just who I am."

Yin Jing looked at Sakurai, her words full of profound meaning.

"Is emotion far superior to memory?"

"I can not understand."

"Is the mother you're talking about the one from my dream?"

"That dead woman with a pierced heart."

Sakurai took several steps back, his expression more unpleasant than ever before.

His eyes were already red without him realizing it, and he was extremely confused and puzzled.

"Yes, that's my mother."

"She died to protect [me], to save the world."