Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

To Ruka Urushibara and Ryouka Totsuka, it seemed empty.

But to people like Marin Kitagawa, Mitsuha Miyamizu, and Saki Kawasaki, there was a petite girl in a shrine maiden's outfit, hands behind her back, looking around the shrine with an air of overseeing everything.

As a powerful deity who had accumulated boundless merit and saved the entire town of Itomori, the Matchmaking God, like Menma, could choose to appear before whomever she wished. Therefore, even Marin Kitagawa, who was just an ordinary person and did not possess the ability to "observe," could see her.

Mitsuha Miyamizu thought, 'Worshiping a god?'

'Am I really a qualified shrine maiden? Worshiping… I certainly am worshiping, but the deity my family has worshiped for generations is now following me to Kyoto, and who knows what will happen in the future…'

It's hard to say.

"This shrine of yours… hmm…"

The Matchmaking God strolled around the shrine, then looked at the members of the Overlimit Club and slowly said,

"I can't see anything. I don't know anything about shrines."

Hearing this, the Matchmaking God and Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at each other, both with somewhat bewildered expressions. Mitsuha Miyamizu wanted to ask, but Ruka Urushibara was still nearby. If she saw her talking to the air, she might think she was possessed.

The Matchmaking God scratched her head, obviously feeling a little embarrassed for not being able to help.

She really didn't know anything about shrines.

The Matchmaking God didn't even understand why Mitsuha and Yotsuha had to perform that strange dance at the shrine rituals every year.

And that kuchikamizake thing…

She didn't like those kinds of offerings at all!!!

"It's normal that you don't understand."

Compared to Mitsuha Miyamizu, who was concerned about Ruka Urushibara, Yozora didn't care at all and just said with a smile,

"Shrines don't need to really have gods. The so-called rituals are not for the gods to see, but for the people who come to worship."

Hearing the sentence that shrines don't need to really have gods, Ruka Urushibara felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but ask,

"Yozora… are you… an atheist?"

"Yes."

Just as Marin Kitagawa, Saki Kawasaki, and Mitsuha Miyamizu were wondering, thinking that there was clearly a god standing next to you, why would you lie and say you were an atheist, they heard Yozora add,

"I want to drive all the gods out of this world, leaving none behind, and create a world without gods."

Hearing this, Ruka Urushibara paused slightly, her eyes flashing.

Although she was a shrine maiden and felt that these words were a bit disrespectful to the gods, but…

For some reason, she felt it was so cool.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

Noticing the way Mitsuha Miyamizu and the others were looking at her after Yozora declared that he would drive all the gods out without leaving any behind, the Matchmaking God just took out a red bean bun from her pocket and took a small bite, saying casually,

"I'm not a god. I'm a member of the Overlimit Club named the Matchmaking God. I'm an exorcist."

Under Yozora's subtle influence, the members of the Overlimit Club now had a peculiar concept.

Evil spirits and gods are both inferior creatures.

The true apex predators are exorcists like themselves.

"Speaking of…"

Yozora looked at the desolate scene inside the shrine, turned to Ruka Urushibara, and said with a light smile,

"Doesn't your shrine have any exciting programs?"

"Pro… grams?"

"Yeah, like wearing shrine maiden outfits and dancing, making kuchikamizake or something."

"Ku… ku… kuchikamizake!?"

Ruka Urushibara's face flushed red, feeling like she was about to overheat and overload, and she hurriedly waved her hand, saying,

"I… I can't do that kind of thing…"

Mitsuha Miyamizu, hearing about her dark history, also looked a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, saying,

"Yozora doesn't mean to have you make kuchikamizake, but as a shrine maiden, you have to do something… um… how should I put it…"

"You have to be entertaining."

"Yes, that word is more fitting."

Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at the environment of the shrine, then turned to Ruka Urushibara, frowning slightly, and said,

"How do you usually raise funds to operate this shrine?"

"Raise funds…"

Ruka Urushibara replied cautiously,

"The money put into the wishing well is offered to the gods… and then we have a donation box…"

"Donation box?"

Mitsuha Miyamizu was dumbfounded, looking incredulous.

"What about the rest? Merchandise or something? For example, our shrine weaves and sells knotted cords as amulets, and there are those who offer money every year. During festivals, we give out some handmade trinkets as thanks for their offering to the gods."

"This… we don't have that…"

"How have you managed to maintain it until now…"

Mitsuha Miyamizu sighed helplessly, unable to understand how Ruka Urushibara and her father had managed to maintain the shrine until today with this kind of operating method.

Ruka Urushibara pursed her lips, put her hands on her chest, and said softly with her head lowered,

"Usually… some people will voluntarily make offerings to the gods, money too… and some strange things too… we put them there as offerings…"

"You can't do that…"

Mitsuha Miyamizu held her forehead, looking speechless, then walked to Yozora's side and lowered her voice, saying,

"Speaking of… Ruka said that many people who came to her shrine to worship got seriously ill after returning home. Is this the work of evil spirits?"

"Perhaps, but… look there."

Following the direction Nightstar pointed, Miyamizu Mitsuha saw a slightly smaller bungalow next to the shrine's residence. A light golden bell hung outside, chiming crisply and pleasantly as the breeze blew.

Seeing this, Urushihara Luka quickly explained.

"That's where we store the offerings for our family. Usually, no one goes in except when I'm cleaning."

In the eyes of Urushihara Luka and Kitagawa Marin, it was just an ordinary little house, nothing special at all.

But in the vision of Yui Kamuro, Nightstar, Miyamizu Mitsuha, and Kawasaki Saki, they could clearly see wisps of ominous and eerie black mist flowing out from the crack in the door of that room.

"Let me guess…"

Nightstar looked at Urushihara Luka.

"Some time ago, someone offered something to your family's shrine, and then people who came to worship started getting sick, right?"

Urushihara Luka was taken aback and murmured.

"Now that you mention it, Nightstar-kun, it does seem that way…"

Kitagawa Marin was curious.

"What was offered?"

"A sword, it looks quite old."

"Who offered it?"

"It was a… a man around thirty years old. I hadn't seen him before, but we don't refuse anything that can be kept, after all, it's an offering to the gods, not for us."

"Okay, case closed."

Nightstar walked to the door of the small wooden house and pointed to the locked door.

"Open it."

Although Urushihara Luka didn't know what he wanted to do, she quickly responded.

"Okay… okay, I'll go get the key."

"No need."

Nightstar shook his head, simply took out a wire-like object from his pocket, and poked it into the lock a couple of times. The whole process didn't even take half a second, and the crisp sound of the lock opening rang out.

Then, he said with a smile.

"It's open."

Urushihara Luka looked surprised.

"Nightstar-kun, you can pick locks?"

"A little."

As for Kitagawa Marin, Kawasaki Saki, Miyamizu Mitsuha, and Yui Kamuro, they were already used to this scene. After all, professional exorcists have so many skills, although most of them are useless and purely for entertainment.

Like that kazoo and that suona.

But as the saying goes.

It's always good to have more skills.

The scene that greeted Urushihara Luka's eyes when the warehouse door opened caused her expression to change involuntarily, and she gasped in surprise, covering her mouth.

"That sword… that sword is…"

A katana with an ancient appearance was floating in the air, the blade constantly trembling, and Nightstar and the others could clearly see that this sword was the source of that black… aura.

Not all weapons with spiritual power can have a warding effect.

On the contrary, most items with spiritual power actually attract the attention of evil spirits and monsters, causing those who possess them to be targeted by evil spirits and monsters, affecting their physical condition, and making them feel very tired every day, which is the so-called inviting misfortune.

Obviously, this long sword was the culprit for the illnesses of those who came to worship.

"The sword… the sword… the sword is floating…"

Seeing Urushihara Luka's pale face and her inability to speak clearly, Kitagawa Marin, Kawasaki Saki, and Miyamizu Mitsuha didn't find her reaction to be anything shameful.

They just suddenly realized…

That they seemed to be the abnormal ones.

For ordinary people, seeing a long sword floating in the air is indeed scary enough.

But what if it were a member of the Overlimit Club?

Don't be silly, bro, not to mention being able to transform into a human form, dressed like a * * *, constantly thinking about getting closer to the master, like Onimaru Kunitsuna, Yotsuya Miko's Mikazuki Munechika, Touma Kazusa's Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, and Shinomiya Kaguya's Dojigiri Yasutsuna, not to mention floating, they can automatically seek out enemies like high-tech missiles.

It can only be said that they've seen it all before.

Just as Urushihara Luka was at a loss and looked flustered, the katana floating in mid-air suddenly changed direction, its tip pointing at her standing outside the door, and quickly stabbed over.

"Ugh…"

"Clang!"

Urushihara Luka's frightened cry and the sound of metal colliding rang out almost at the same time.

When she opened her eyes, the scene that greeted her made her begin to wonder if she was dreaming.

A long sword, black all over, was pressing down on the back of the katana, holding it firmly to the wooden floor.

Although it was just a sword, for some reason, Urushihara Luka had a very strange feeling.

The trembling appearance of the katana, and the unwavering stability of the black long sword…

It was as if one person was being stepped on by another, realizing the huge difference in strength, and beginning to beg for mercy humbly.

Under the suppression of Onimaru Kunitsuna, this katana with an evil aura, although it could be considered a spiritual object, obviously had no ability to resist. Unlike its arrogance when it tried to assassinate Urushihara Luka just now, the blade was now constantly trembling, making a crisp sound that made people feel humble.

"What should we do with it now?"

Hearing Yui Kamuro's question, Nightstar glanced at the long sword pressed on the ground by his Onimaru Kunitsuna and waved his hand casually.

"Destroy it."

"Crack."