Crossover Anime: The Heroine's Savior in the Other World

"Remember to wipe the oil off your lips first, otherwise your brother will have to suffer a huge hemorrhage if he doesn't want it anymore."

The shop owner kindly offered this reminder.

Ellie nodded hurriedly. Following the shop owner's instructions, she first ran to the sink outside the shop to wash her hands and the snack crumbs on her mouth. After drying her hands with a tissue, she couldn't wait to run into the fitting room with the clothes in her arms.

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Chapter 179 Who are you?

Ellie walked out of the dressing room wearing a blue knight's gown, twirled in front of the mirror, lifted the hem of her skirt to look at herself from left to right, and nodded in satisfaction.

To match her long dress, Ellie even took off her headband, letting her waist-length golden hair cascade down her body. Combined with her fair face and sculpted features, she truly looked like a knight princess from some country.

"You idiot, Sosuke, what do you think?"

"suitable for you."

Kitahara Sosuke was slightly amazed. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and this outfit was the perfect size, as if it were custom-made for the girl. Although the gauntlets, breastplate, and other accessories had not yet been put on, the little female knight was already beginning to take shape.

"Hehe, the young lady has a great figure, and she looks good in it."

The shop owner behind the counter looked on with satisfaction as Kitahara Airi wore her creations.

She sells about a dozen similar cosplay outfits a year. She has seen all kinds of customers, tall and short, fat and thin. Although as a boss she shouldn't judge her customers, it is indeed a happy thing to find a suitable buyer for her work.

Hearing the shop owner's praise, Ellie was even happier and wished she could buy the clothes on the spot and wear them home immediately.

Unfortunately, the human wallet that appeared this time was Kitahara Sosuke. The girl could only tug at Kitahara Sosuke's sleeve with hope, her red lips opening silently: "Go pay!"

“We’ll take this one.” Kitahara Sousuke shook his head helplessly, then took out a bank card from his pocket. “Can you pay by card here?”

The shop owner took out a POS machine and said, "Of course."

With a casual swipe, tens of thousands of dollars disappeared, but it doesn't matter, Kitahara Sosuke is not short of money these days.

"If you'd like a more accurate recreation, we also have Saber's sword here. Would you like to take a look?"

"The Sword of Victory in Contracts?"

Kitahara Sousuke immediately became interested.

Since it's a cosplay of the dashing King of Knights, we can't forget the classic Sword of Contract Victory. A King of Knights without his sword is like someone without a soul, incomplete.

So, on the shop owner's recommendation, Kitahara Sousuke picked out a finely crafted and expensive Sword of Contract Victory as a cosplay prop.

The armor on the clothes was made without metal to reduce weight and improve the wearer's comfort. However, there was no such consideration for the props. Kitahara Sousuke specifically chose a sword with the highest degree of accuracy to the original.

The sword is quite heavy, with a substantial feel in the hand. It is about 1.1 meters long, with a long blade that is about 80 cm long from the hilt. The material is an unknown metal, and it is also unusually equipped with a scabbard.

Overall, it's fantastic!

"Crescent Moon Chong!"

"Starburst air current slash!"

"One-Sword Style, Lion's Song!"

He waved it in his hand, then twirled it a few times, and a happy smile appeared on Kitahara Sosuke's face. Men are boys until they die, and there is always a strange sense of satisfaction in a boy's hands when he holds straight, long, thin objects like swords, spears, and clubs.

It is said that this preference is engraved in genes. The scientific explanation is that in ancient times, human ancestors relied on hunting and foraging for food. At that time, most human ancestors were men who fought with a simple weapon.

A straighter stick is better suited for actions like stabbing, thrusting, and poking, thus better aligning with biological instincts and survival needs. Although humans have evolved, this gene is still preserved in the DNA of males.

Kitahara Sousuke remembers that when he was very young, he once took out an old mop from home, peeled off the cloth strip from the head, and made a handy weapon.

Holding the wooden stick, he suddenly felt like he was possessed by Miyamoto Musashi. As he swung it around, the children around him looked on with envy. Unfortunately, it was left at the door and soon it was stolen by someone. He was quite disappointed for a while because of this.

I'm satisfied now. After Ellie finishes her cosplay, I'll put this sword in my bedroom. I can play with it a bit when I have time, and if any classmates come over, I can show it off...

Damn it, I feel like my chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is about to relapse.

After coming and going, with just a change of clothes, a sword, and a fox mask toy that Kitahara Airi had her eye on, Kitahara Sosuke's savings had dwindled by nearly a double digit.

However, it was still worth the price.

As he walked, Kitahara Sosuke carried a box containing a knight's long skirt and armor in his left hand and a box containing a sheathed longsword in his other hand.

Ellie walked ahead, wearing a red and white fox mask. The girl wasn't interested in the longsword or anything like that, but she was quite fond of the mask that the shopkeeper had enthusiastically recommended.

In short, both of them were very satisfied.

"You idiot, Sosuke, when are we going home?"

Ellie was in a great mood. She was out having fun and had someone to be her wallet and help her out. The girl skipped and hopped ahead, then suddenly turned around, and a sweet voice came from under her mask.

"Help me carry something first, and I'll tell you."

Kitahara Sousuke rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"No!" The girl grinned and hugged Kitahara Sousuke's arm, pointing to the snacks next to them. "I'm hungry, let's go eat dango."

Dango is a type of Japanese confectionery. If we had to pinpoint its origin, it would be that it originated from Fuzhou glutinous rice balls in China, a local snack commonly known as "mi-shi".

The preparation method is somewhere between Yuanxiao and Tangyuan, and it is made by kneading semi-wet glutinous rice flour. There is no filling. It is boiled in boiling water and then coated with bean flour, black sesame seeds, white sugar or peanut powder before eating.

After being introduced to Japan, it was combined with local specialties and incorporated Japanese national characteristics, thus forming the dango that is popular in Japan today. Its sweet and soft texture is especially loved by girls.

"Okay, then you stay here and keep watch, don't get lost too."

Kitahara Sosuke reluctantly handed the things to Airi. His little sister had a big appetite and her mouth was always busy when they went out, but the girl's body remained slender and slim. He wondered where all the food she ate went.

"I'm not a little kid."

Ellie stuck her tongue out at her brother, but unfortunately, the mask obscured it, so he couldn't see it at all.

The box was placed on the ground, and the girl, holding the heavy Sword of Victory, waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Go quickly, I want the strawberry flavor."

Watching her brother walk away, Kitahara Airi opened the box out of boredom and began to examine the longsword in her hand. Its heavy weight and cold touch made her completely baffled as to why boys would like such a thing.

She tried waving it a couple of times, and immediately felt some strain on her arms. The thought of having to hold this up and pose for photos made the girl's face fall.

Just then, a male voice, tinged with anger, suddenly came from behind: "Eri, what are you doing here!"

Ellie subconsciously turned around and saw a boy with black-rimmed glasses staring intently at her.

"Who... is this guy?"

Chapter 180 They look so intimate

Half past ten in the morning.

Location: Detective Hill.

Characters: Aki Tomoya, Kasumigaoka Utaha, and the unassuming Kato.

"This is where I first encountered fate."

Aki Tomoya gazed at the long slope, his voice filled with emotion, "It was only during spring break, but it feels like so long ago..."

Please put away your sentiments.

The senior student crossed her arms, her long, black-stockinged legs twitching restlessly beneath her dress, her long black hair swaying gently in the breeze. "Get the camera out, we're about to start shooting."

"Wait a moment, Eriri hasn't come yet."

Aki Tomoya pushed up his glasses, a confident expression on his face, as if he had everything under control.

"Didn't that arrogant guy say he was sick?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha asked impatiently, "Aki Tomoya was already late, and now Eriri is too. Why do all the people I know have no sense of time?"

"Um, I think I actually saw Eriri just now. She should have come over, but she seems to still be angry with me and doesn't want to see me..."

Aki Tomoya awkwardly admitted that his attitude in the group chat yesterday was indeed a bit bad, which resulted in Eriri not replying to his private messages afterward.

As he spoke, Aki Tomoya looked around, trying to spot the blond figure, but to no avail.

“That arrogant blonde…” Kasumigaoka Utaha pouted, somewhat helplessly, “I’ll call her and ask her, otherwise it’ll be lunchtime if we keep hiding.”

"Ah...ok."

Aki Tomoya took out his phone and dialed Eriri's number, waiting anxiously for the girl's voice. But the call was cut off as soon as the beep sounded.

"Eri, she's dead..."

Aki Tomoya was also a little embarrassed and looked awkwardly at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Then let's not wait any longer. Let that guy watch from a distance if he likes. Let's get ready to begin."

With her last bit of patience exhausted, Kasumigaoka Utaha's tone began to turn unfriendly.

She and Kato arrived at the agreed time of 9 o'clock, and they had been waiting for more than an hour, but the event had not started yet. If it weren't for the fact that the organizer of the game club was Aki Tomoya, given her senior's temper, she would have turned around and left long ago.

"But……"

Aki Tomoya was still somewhat unwilling to give up and wanted to wait a little longer. Today was a good opportunity to ease the tension with Eriri. If he was patient, the girl might eventually be unable to hold back and come out.

"that."

A light, airy voice interrupted Aki Tomoya's words. Kato Megumi continued, "Are we still going to have the event? If not, I'm going home. My mom will worry if I go home too late."

"Right away, right away, let's start now."

Aki Tomoya quickly added, "My senior is already getting impatient, and now Kato is too. If we drive one away and then another one leaves, it'll be a losing proposition."

So Aki Tomoya turned to look at Kato Megumi standing behind him. Today's goal was to recreate the scene of their fateful encounter, to inspire the script for his senior, and to record the heroine's changes in expression at that time.

"Kato-kun, I'm counting on you." Aki Tomoya bowed.

Kato Megumi spoke calmly and without a trace of emotion, holding the white beret in her hand: "All I have to do is throw the hat, okay?"

“That’s right, all you have to do is throw the hat.” Aki Tomoya nodded, raising the camera in his hand. “Leave the rest to me.”

Aki Tomoya jogged a few steps, stood in the middle of the slope, and used his camera to find what he thought was a good angle: "Kato-kun, that's enough, throw your hat."

"Oh."

Kato Megumi responded calmly and threw the hat in her hand. Unfortunately, due to the angle and force, the white beret only rolled less than five meters before spinning and stopping on the ground.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked: "That's it?"

What a fateful encounter! I actually thought this trip might inspire me, but it turns out I was just playing some silly role in a comedy movie with this guy.