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

"I said..."

"I have already defeated the Aragami..."

"I have already slain the evil god of the primitive tribe, the violent god, the degenerate god who used underage girls as sacrifices."

"So please don't linger any longer, go and be reborn in the Pure Land."

Looking at what I had just noticed...

"That dim golden ball of light that's always been with me," Sakurai said softly.

These are the girls who have followed him ever since he left that shrine.

But Sakurai, whose soul was almost completely obliterated at that time, was completely unaware of their existence.

The unscrupulous merchant, who didn't see it as a bad thing, deliberately didn't remind Sakurai.

That guy only cares about things that concern him.

He's a complete entertainer (?).

“You have done enough. You, from the past, did not resent the world, but chose to prevent the tragedy that happened to you from happening to others.”

"Because of you, I was able to stop the Aragami from harming people again."

"That's really enough."

“You don’t need to focus your attention on me. I’m not helping you for anything in return.”

“You who have passed away have already helped me (the living) so much. That’s enough.”

After rediscovering his past self, a somewhat sentimental Sakurai whispered his thoughts.

He wanted the girls to find redemption, instead of continuing to waste their time and existence on themselves.

The ball of light left without responding to Sakurai's words, then stubbornly followed him after touching his cheek.

This is to express my gratitude.

The women, who had been hurt by the Aragami, were sincerely grateful to Sakurai for bringing them salvation, and thanked this god-slayer who had killed the gods.

So they gave up the chance to die and chose to protect Sakurai with their own existence.

"Guardian Spirit" is the name given to beings like them.

Completely different from the supernatural of "evil," the "deceased" belong to the category of "good."

"I can protect myself, you've seen that, haven't you?"

"I am very strong, extremely strong."

"An immortal body, an immortal soul, plus the ability to read the future."

"I don't need your protection."

"Don't waste your time on me. Twenty years have passed, that's enough."

“You deserve a bright future, not to remain stagnant in the present and refuse to take the first step.”

"Move forward into the future, you deserve it."

The ball of light landed on Sakurai's hair, as if plugging the ears of a girl who kept talking about her capricious whims, rejecting Sakurai's persuasion.

Having satisfied their sole obsession, they didn't care about such things at all.

They now only want to follow Sakurai and repay his kindness.

They also knew that compared to these benevolent spirits who couldn't even defeat the weakest supernatural beings, they probably couldn't offer any help at all.

Can it be unique?

What if Sakurai encounters difficulties?

Even if it's just for a second, they want to help Sakurai.

From the moment Sakurai killed their last remaining obsession, they decided to express their gratitude on behalf of many other girls who, like them, perished at the hands of the Aragami.

These guys are just too naive.

A bunch of idiots who are full of self-pity and completely ignore the actual situation.

so...

They were merely human beings, yet they were able to accomplish the great feat of binding the gods.

The power of emotions is limitless.

If anyone can create miracles, it must be someone like this.

A bunch of idiots.

Looking at the shimmering golden light in the mirror, Sakurai was both annoyed and amused.

but...

Yet it also carried a touch of emotion.

"They're such a bunch of annoying idiots," Sakurai thought.

3. Redemption between each other

"You guys are really stubborn."

Sakurai sighed softly; he was utterly helpless when dealing with this type of guy.

After all, even the most violent person...

Who would resort to violence against well-intentioned fools?

At least Sakurai can't do that.

He is not that kind of person.

"Alright, I'll grant you one request."

"I will try to protect more people."

Sakurai extended a finger and held the ball of light in his palm.

Like a cat being teased, the ball of light rubbed against Sakurai.

"So, let's take it as a promise."

"I will definitely extend a helping hand to those whose hands can reach."

"In your place, please go to the Pure Land."

“I think you kind people wouldn’t want to see more people suffer in situations similar to yours, and I, who have the ability to help them, would choose to stand by and do nothing because of this.”

With things having progressed to this point, and even a threat being uttered, the ball of light, which had been pretending not to hear, could no longer remain silent.

They ultimately couldn't win against Sakurai.

Ultimately, how could a group of underage girls possibly overcome the bad temper and male chauvinism of a man who was just a group of girls in life?

The stubborn Sakurai would never allow a group of girls who should have had brighter futures to follow him down a road of no return with no end in sight.

The halo was filled with the feeling of "it's too much" and "I really can't do anything about it."

A golden ball of light rose from Sakurai's palm and lingered, nuzzling against Sakurai's cheek.

After shaking up and down twice, the lingering light, reluctant to part, transformed into countless golden rays.

The dazzling light filled Sakurai's entire field of vision.

It wasn't dazzling, but incredibly warm.

The swaying golden lights, trailing their tails of flame, disappeared in all directions.

perhaps...

This time, he has truly gone to the afterlife.

He maintained a tough expression but breathed a slight sigh of relief; even he hadn't expected that this method of threat would actually work.

Fortunately, it was feasible, otherwise he would have been in a difficult situation.

These guys are really kind.

If even people within reach are ignored, even he would feel annoyed and unhappy.

By then, we really won't be able to do anything about these stubborn guys who come with good intentions.

As an immortal being, and as a human being.

What Sakurai feared most was this kindness that was completely devoid of malice.

Kirisu Mafuyu is like that, and so is the bartender...

Yotsuya Miko can be considered half a [someone/something].

because...

That's just the kind of person my mother is.

So even if you lose your memory, you'll still have instincts...

I feel close to them.

I turned on the tap, and icy cold water splashed onto my face.

Sakurai went into the bathroom to wash himself.

Only after confirming that there was absolutely no musty smell on him did he leave the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel, completely satisfied.

then...

She met the eyes of Kirisu Mafuyu, who had a blank expression and exuded a certain aura.

"Mafuyu-nee."

With her hair still damp, Sakurai's mind went blank. It was the first time Sakurai had spoken to Kirisu Mafuyu since recalling the past that she managed to utter those few words with great difficulty.

Ruined...

Because of the benevolent spirits, he had forgotten that there was still Kirisu Mafuyu outside.