Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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The girl's request was humble and devout.

This precisely exploited Aoba's weakness of responding to gentle persuasion but not force.

It was late at night, and the night was as still as water.

A grand parade of one hundred demons takes place, a wild celebration on the streets of Tokyo.

Countless people have lost their way in it.

The waves of people rose and fell.

Even when someone has lost all their strength, they still can't stop wanting to continue.

Greed became the best synonym for this moment.

"...I can't take it anymore~~"

"Ah~!"

"I can't go on! I have no strength left!"

"Let me rest for a bit~"

The front area of ​​an izakaya (Japanese pub).

Mad Bone sat on the bench, hugging the skull, his little feet swinging back and forth.

She is a yokai who has just come to Tokyo from the countryside.

I don't really understand relationships between people.

However, since her older sister asked her to keep an eye on things here, she will do so.

only. . .

My older sister was clearly very happy; she even moved her feet along with her.

Why would you order the commander-in-chief to stop?

Isn't it better to have as many happy things as possible?

"What a strange adult~"

The little girl didn't understand the mystery behind it.

He simply propped his head up and teased the little green snake inside the skull with his hand.

"Hi~!"

"Don't bite it, it's very strong."

Time may pass quickly, or it may pass slowly.

In short, when Kyokotsu had already started nodding his little head and dozing off.

As if injured, Yamabuki Otome limped back to the front hall with Aoba's help.

"Big sister~!"

Upon hearing the commotion, Kyokotsu immediately came to greet the two.

Looking at her legs, which were now devoid of their black pantyhose, with obvious concern, she asked in confusion, "Big sister, where did your clothes go?"

"Ahem..."

Before Yamabuki Otome could answer, Aoba, who was standing next to her, coughed and blushed.

cough cough.

I was having so much fun that I forgot there was a little girl outside.

"Hmm~"

However, it is clear that Yamabuki Otome is not ashamed of this matter.

A satisfied smile graced her flushed cheeks, and she gazed at Aoba with deep affection.

"It's okay, we can buy it later."

"Hmm? Okay."

"Go and tell them we're leaving."

"Leave it to me, my 10th sister!"

With just a few words from Yamabuki Otome, Kyokotsu smiled and disappeared into the izakaya.

Only Aoba and she remained in the entire shop.

"Got to go?"

"Ah."

Aoba stared blankly at Otome, who was still looking at him.

to be frank.

He quite likes Otome's personality.

Although we don't know what the fox spirit girl went through before, she is now a completely different person.

Gentle, understanding, and generous.

Aside from being a bit gluttonous like Rize Kamishiro, there's really nothing about Aoba that he dislikes.

"If Lord Aoba can't bear to part with me, I can stay~"

In Yamabuki Otome's dark eyes, only Aoba's figure could be seen under the bright yellow light.

Memories of Hagoromo Gitsune and Yamabuki Hana no Nushi.

She has completely absorbed all the memories inherited from both of them.

She transformed from an ordinary human girl into a powerful demon capable of commanding a hundred demons at night.

All of this originated from Aoba.

It can be said that Aoba created her and made her who she is.

She could give everything she had to Aoba.

Tonight, he leads a procession of a hundred demons, but it's all just for a fleeting, illusory dream.

The dream of leading monsters to live openly and honestly in the human world...

"..."

Aoba looked into those very serious eyes.

He looks like an ordinary high school student, but he seems to have lived for hundreds of years.

He smiled.

He was laughing very happily.

His handsome face appeared even more ethereal under the lights.

"No."

Aoba looked at her intently and shook his head.

"Kyokotsu... trusts you a lot, doesn't she?"

"Although I don't know how you monsters get along with each other, it's not good to betray the expectations of others just because you want to be yourself."

"This is true even in human society."

"They gave you everything..."

The night breeze whispers softly.

The boy's voice sounded particularly long and drawn out.

"Don't let them down."

"Besides... isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

Otome looked at Aoba's very serious face.

He suddenly laughed.

She, who was usually serious and unsmiling, blossomed before Aoba's eyes like a blooming wildflower.

"I understand."

The girl suddenly stood up, lifted her skirt, and bowed to Qingye.

"I will show you... about my future."

"Similarly, I hope that you, Lord Aoba, will be my witness in my future."

Otome's sudden vow brought a satisfied smile to Aoba's lips.

"Yes, I will."

"Then I'll be going, Lord Aoba."

"Wait~"

Suddenly, something came to mind.

Qingye quickly returned to the kitchen and packed the braised bear paw slices into a takeout box.

"Here... take this."

"Hmm? Wasn't this a gift from someone else?"

"Ahem... You're not just anyone anymore, are you?"

Aoba looked openly into Yamabuki Otome's teasing eyes.

If he likes someone, he will never hide it.

Generous and generous.

This might be called blatant favoritism.

Of course.