Anime Crossover: The people the Saniwa knows are all over Japan

Tsuchimikado, who had only uttered one sentence, smiled grimly, opened the white porcelain bottle he carried with him, and after a burst of green light, a tall tree-shaped monster appeared.

The grass spirit that had been hanging on Longya as an ornament suddenly became excited and kept calling out to the tree spirit in a language that was incomprehensible to her.

Long Ya's ears hurt from the noise. He picked at his ears with one hand while still trying to unlock the door with the other.

"Stop yelling, stop yelling! Your boss is being controlled by that bastard and can't hear you."

As if in response to his words, Tsuchimikado commanded the tree spirit to attack.

The tree spirit hesitated for a second, but obeyed the command, baring its fangs and claws as it stretched out thick vines to attack them.

The Dream Eater and many grass spirits stood in front of Ryoma, forming a defensive barrier for him.

Longya quickened her pace, removed the last lock, and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Standing up, he laughed arrogantly, "Hey, old man, do you know why I told you to choose a few more burial plots? Because my savior is coming."

what? !

Tsuchimikado and Sakura Fubuki's expressions changed.

"Is the savior referring to me?"

Arrive before anyone arrives.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bird wielding twin blades severed the attacking vines with a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, and finally appeared before everyone.

"Oh dear, I'm almost late."

The little girl pointed the knife downwards, patted her chest, and made a gesture of letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Please forgive my slight lateness, considering how much I've cooperated with Ryoga's efforts to impress him."

Moreover, Long Ya didn't consult her when making the plan. If she hadn't come this time, all of them—one person and several demons—would have been lost.

"Well done, little chubby bird, I forgive you." Long Ya shamelessly pushed her luck.

"You wicked woman!"

"Puff~"

A flicker of surprise crossed Fei Niao's eyes.

However, the most pressing issue right now is dealing with Tsuchimikado and his wealthy patron.

Hmm, I can't remember the businessman's name.

"Monobe, are you planning to help the yokai?" Tsuchimikado roared, his face grim.

"What are you talking about?" Asuka rolled her eyes. "I was clearly helping my friend."

"But you, you used a formation that Seiji and the others explicitly forbade to summon the Zashiki-warashi and the Baku. Isn't that obviously asking me to punish you?"

Based on the scene and the information that Shizuka had told her, Asuka roughly guessed what had happened.

The Baku and Zashiki-warashi have an aura that doesn't belong to this era, and they even know her, so they are most likely from the same era as the Flying Head Ban.

The reason Tsuchimikado was able to prosper was probably because he obtained a summoning circle by chance and successfully summoned two yokai.

However, his strength was limited, and he was already struggling to control even one Zashiki-warashi, so he could only watch helplessly as the Baku escaped.

Zashiki-warashi are considered lucky charms for the household, bringing good fortune and wealth to the homeowner.

Tsuchimikado offered her to Sakura Fubuki in exchange for wealth and power, and successfully gained a powerful patron.

Later, with the help of Sakura Fubuki, Tsuchimikado captured the tree spirit, using it as a supplement to his fighting force.

After the Baku escaped, it still wanted to rescue the Zashiki-warashi. On the way, it encountered a grass spirit who came looking for a tree spirit, and they temporarily formed an alliance.

Longa appeared out of nowhere, and it's unclear why she decided to help them.

Thinking did not affect Fei Niao's actions; she slashed at the tree demon with her sword.

Seeing that the tree spirit was unharmed, Tsuchimikado's wildly beating heart finally calmed down a little.

He snarled, "So this is all geniuses are made of! Tree spirit, attack!!"

However, no one paid him any attention.

Tsuchimikado was a little confused, and then he saw the tree spirit's vines move.

Before he could even feel happy, he realized that the vines were sweeping towards him.

Sakura Fubuki ran awkwardly down the ship's passageway, her once meticulously styled short hair now slightly disheveled.

"Alright, Mr. Sakura Fubuki."

With a sigh, a black-haired, black-clad man, like a demon from hell, blocked his path.

"I regret to inform you that the game is over."