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

“Sakurai-kun, we don’t mind if you come over for a glass of milk, but you’ve been coming over a bit too often lately.”

The bartender handed a glass of milk to Sakurai and couldn't help but smack his lips.

He originally thought he could go out and relax for a couple of days, and also relieve his frustration that his eight-sided bright silver hammer had been kidnapped by Sakurai.

As soon as I lay down on the beach in Hokkaido, I sensed Sakurai showing up, so I had to rush back.

"Simply put, have you heard of the Three Fox Valley Shrine?"

"I need relevant intelligence."

After thinking for a moment, Sakurai decided to get straight to the point and state his purpose directly.

"Oh ho..."

"Sakurai-kun, you really did pick an amazing name."

"That place is a forbidden area in this region."

"Even I don't want to get involved with that madman so easily."

"Besides, under normal circumstances, no one should be able to find that place."

The bartender frowned and stared intently at Sakurai, waiting for him to explain what had happened.

"The assistant and her friend accidentally wandered into that place and formed a bond with the big fox inside."

"After leaving behind the number 'three,' the big fox eliminated the supernatural entity that had been following her assistant's best friend all along."

"What? Is it dangerous there?"

Turn on your phone and open the photo that Miko Yotsuya sent you.

Sakurai's expression was somewhat grave as he briefly recounted what had happened.

"Then it's not surprising, that makes sense."

"The assistant's best friend was born with powerful life energy, which can be said to be almost on par with the spiritual power of gods."

"And if we add that the assistant sees it very clearly..."

"And considering the connection between them and Sakurai-kun, there is indeed a way to get there."

The bartender nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he roughly understood.

"What Sakurai-kun means is..."

"You're going to interfere, aren't you?"

"Sakurai, you need to think this through. You're not the same as the Aragami who has fallen into supernatural form."

"That fox, in a sense, is a genuine [god]."

The atmosphere was somewhat somber, a welcome change from the past, and the bartender hoped Sakurai would reconsider.

This isn't something you can just interfere with, even if Sakurai were immortal...

It's possible that it will load.

The bartender didn't want the person he was dealing with to fall into trouble after all the trouble he had gone through to get things done.

Those old friends would laugh at me.

“She is my assistant. Although there are various reasons for this, she is my person, and I will take responsibility for her situation.”

"It's that simple."

Sakurai's response to the bartender was the expected one.

"I can't eat what the Slit-Mouthed Woman dropped."

"Consider it a deposit."

He took the scissors that the Slit-Mouthed Woman had dropped from his shoulder bag and pushed them in front of the bartender.

Then Sakurai fell silent, standing straight and quietly waiting for the bartender's response.

He found out...

This guy can definitely give me what I want.

and...

The only person he could turn to was the bartender.

17. Three days of intensive training, 1.7 times the physical fitness.

Sakurai-kun...

This time they're serious.

Does he seem indifferent to everything, but is he actually more serious than anything else?

No matter when, Sakurai looks exactly the same.

We're incredibly unlucky to have gotten entangled with such a guy.

If we don't help, he'll probably just rush in on his own.

It was the same before.

He may seem unapproachable, but he's actually more kind-hearted than anyone else.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have turned out like this.

The remains of the Slit-Mouthed Woman. It's the first time I've ever seen a ghost story about someone dying.

Let's make an exception this time, since these are collectibles we've never seen before.

Really are...

Sakurai-kun, you're always causing us trouble.

That was true in the past, and it is true now.

"Three days."

"I need three days to prepare, and then I will give you a definite answer."

Finally, the bartender snatched the milk from in front of Sakurai and drank it all, his voice somewhat muffled and low.

"Thank you..."

"Trickster."

Having said those words once again, Sakurai extended his right hand, clenched his fist, and placed it in front of the bartender.

"Don't die, we're still waiting for you to come of age so we can have a proper drink together."

Three days! This old man of mine actually managed to get moving again.

We need to hurry.

Sakurai, you better come back alive, or we'll have to fight with our families to get you back.

That's no joke.

We don't want to pay such a high price so easily, so...

You absolutely have to come back alive.

Hey bro.

If it really comes to that, even we...

It'll be hard to resolve this situation.

The bartender gave Sakurai a deep look and then raised his fist.

"must."

The two fists collided, and then the bartender disappeared.

……

……

Three days?

The preparation time is excessively ample.

This is not entirely...

Is it more than enough?

Taking out his phone, Sakurai entered a series of URLs into the search bar and entered an anonymous paranormal forum.

Before the great battle that followed, Sakurai felt he needed to practice and strengthen himself, so he chose a location based on his intuition.

"Hello... Mafuyu-nee, it's me."

"Yes, I need to take leave, tentatively for four days."

"Yes, yes, four days is enough."

"If things go smoothly, it should be more than enough."

"I'll go see you as soon as I've finished dealing with things here."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Your student is very strong."

After hanging up the phone, Sakurai hailed a taxi at random.

......

There is a famous tunnel on a mountain at the north exit of Kawabe-cho, a suburb of Tokyo.

As a place highly regarded by those in the community, it is very likely to have remarkable paranormal activity.

This is the perfect appetizer.

So...

Give it a try.

Sitting in the back of the taxi, Sakurai closed his eyes with his arms crossed.