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

24. The fierce battle reveals the true form of the Mountain God?

"Outcasts, die a miserable death like ants."

As the mountain god spoke, he grabbed Sakurai, who was in mid-air.

Sakurai, whose hand was being held, remained silent, having already anticipated this outcome when he opened his mouth.

He knew perfectly well what would happen next.

Even the fox priestess under the Mountain God's command can manipulate gravity, so there's no reason why the Mountain God wouldn't have the same ability.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that he had long been mentally prepared for this.

He provoked the mountain god with words in order to test the opponent's abilities as much as possible before the formal battle began.

Then find a solution in countless timelines.

Immortality and the ability to foresee the future are the only reasons why he dared to challenge the Mountain God alone this time.

Too...

This will surely lead to victory.

As Sakurai pondered, his body was continuously compressed by gravity, eventually turning into a cloud of blood mist that dripped from between the mountain god's fingertips.

Drop by drop, it turned into a pool of blood mist on the ground.

Then, amidst the mountain god's eerie laughter, it solidified once more.

"This is truly unreasonable strength. Is this the power of the indescribable level?"

"However... it's still within my expectations for now."

Sakurai muttered expressionlessly, reaching out to grasp the octagonal, bright silver hammer on the ground, which was stained with a mixture of his own blood and flesh.

"Aragami Fang, begin to devour."

"Eat me as fast as you can."

The moment Sakurai spoke, the Arakami Fang tucked into his waistband shone with a dazzling light.

Transparent, invisible flames coiled around him, and the fire of his soul licked at Sakurai's soul, using it as fuel.

The raging flames transformed into an invisible cloak, protecting his body from external disturbances.

In Sakurai's understanding.

If the Mountain God's ability to control gravity is His indescribable "authority," then the only thing to counter it must be the "Soul Flame," which also comes from a "god."

From Sakurai's perspective, this is how he thinks.

So--

Let's begin, my turn.

"Can it burn for about a minute?"

"We can't possibly use it all."

The gilded eyes seemed to burn with flames.

Sakurai gripped the octagonal, bright silver hammer with both hands and stepped forward.

Come--

war! ! !

Sakurai, who had only taken one step, was sent flying at an even faster speed, crashing heavily into a pillar in front of the shrine, in exactly the same spot as the fox shrine maiden had been not long before.

His entire body was imprinted on it.

It took a lot of effort to finally pull myself off the pillar.

The sound of bells rang in my ears, accompanied by bursts of hoarse laughter.

Without a doubt...

This is the mountain god mocking Sakurai's overestimation of his abilities.

To Him, who has lived for an unknown amount of time, Sakurai, who can call himself the "supernatural killer," is just a slightly larger ant.

At most, it only adds some fun to His long life.

[Immortality]?

Throughout His long life, He had seen countless individuals who possessed this ability.

Now...

Those guys are all dead, and even if they aren't, they'll be destroyed and disappear at some point.

But He has continued to this day.

As someone whose identity is indescribable, even if he's just a goalkeeper, he's not someone Sakurai can easily provoke.

The Mountain God has a perfectly reasonable confidence and self-assurance in this regard.

Troublesome guy.

Thinking this, Sakurai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up again, holding his breath.

His dislocated bones healed as he stood up, and he is now fully recovered.

That is to say...

The one-minute countdown restarts at this moment.

The tentative goal for this time is...

At least we should be able to dodge one of their attacks.

Countless timelines flashed before his eyes. Sakurai had read the future timeline and acted accordingly.

Taking a breath, Sakurai mounted his horse again, spear in hand, and charged forward, swinging his eight-sided silver hammer.

As he took two steps, he leaped half a step to the right front, just in time to dodge the mountain god's descending arm.

Very good, that's me for you.

So...

The next goal is to familiarize myself with the Mountain God's attack methods within ten lives.

Sakurai thought to himself, treating the mountain god as if he were the boss.

Flip, shift, move, slide, dodge.

Sakurai, wielding an octagonal silver hammer in one hand, struggles to survive amidst the playful attacks of the mountain god.

In order to adapt to the opponent's attack and launch a counterattack.

Once, twice, three times...

As the number of deaths gradually increased, from being crushed to death before he could even move forward, to later being able to dodge the opponent's attacks and get close to the opponent's location, in this arena battle limited to the mountaintop, Sakurai had become familiar with the opponent's attack trajectory.

finally...

After being resurrected once again, Sakurai successfully reached the Mountain God and took a half-step back, narrowly avoiding the Mountain God's descending claws once more.

With a single step, he stood firmly in place and raised the octagonal bright silver hammer in his hand.

Using his lower legs to drive his waist, and then his arms, he raised the gleaming silver hammer high and slammed it down hard on His tail.

Golden ears of wheat drifted in all directions, and one of the nine ugly tails was deeply embedded in the ground, along with Sakurai, who was smashed to pieces by the opponent's falling arm.

The churning flesh reformed, and Sakurai, looking down at his hunting robe still intact, nodded in satisfaction and took several steps back.

"I said, Lord Mountain God..."

"I've had enough of this cat-and-mouse game with you. I can say I've passed the 'Red Light, Green Light' game."

"Now, can you be a little more serious?"

With a snap of his fingers, during what could be called a "halftime break," Sakurai casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued speaking.

"For example, how about I see your true form?"

"You may not look good now, but it's not your true self, is it?"

"An indescribable supernatural being disguised as a fox spirit?"

It repeatedly struggled to survive amidst the enemy's attacks, and had to rotate 360 ​​degrees in the air before successfully landing.

Sakurai, having just narrowly avoided the mountain god's descending claws, swung his hammer and smashed it hard against the mountain god's fingernails.

Satisfied with the effect of his attack and the power of the octagonal bright silver hammer, Sakurai raised the hammer in his hand.

He stepped on the other person's toenail, which he had smashed, and asked them softly.

25. Does God bleed?

"Outlier, you are stupid."

"Wasting time for something that is impossible."

"They've wasted their lives here."

"A mindless, boring, and meaningless choice."

As the mountain god spoke, to Him, Sakurai's performance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, thinking himself omnipotent but actually only ignorant.

"Maybe so, what can I do when I have such a troublesome assistant?"

"As a boss, you have to take on the most basic responsibilities."

He licked his lips, swallowing back the blood and entrails that had been ruptured by the mountain god's blasphemous words, and Sakurai's eyes shone even brighter.

His bright eyes were filled with invincibility and determination.

Holding this awareness and belief—

Sakurai dragged the eight-sided bright silver hammer back to the Mountain God, transferring all his strength into his palm, and his body spun two and a half times with the weight of the hammer.

He took a deep breath, and then—