Anime Crossover: Many Children, Many Blessings; Yukino, the Wife from the Apocalypse

Aki Tomoya didn't stop him. Instead, he quietly reached into the box next to him, and a series of plastic rubbing sounds came: "Crunch, crunch."

The box contained a few pieces of bread and several packets of snacks. Only one piece of chocolate had been given to Eriri Sawamura; the rest he had kept for himself.

It was dim and lifeless, and he only dared to steal a bite while Eriri Sawamura was fast asleep.

He felt that being able to offer a piece of chocolate to Eriri Sawamura was already a great act of kindness.

Using the dim light, Eriri Sawamura approached a Self-Defense Force member and politely said, "Hello, I am the daughter of diplomat Mr. Sawamura. My father called to say that if I encounter any difficulties, I can seek help from the Self-Defense Force, but I was refused before. I have come again hoping to get some food. After the disaster, my father will definitely... he will definitely be grateful to you."

After listening to Eriri Sawamura's self-introduction and requests, the Self-Defense Force members remained polite, even though food was extremely precious in the building.

With the Self-Defense Forces and a few dependents, the food reserves are only enough to last for half a month. Adding one more person would mean that others would have to reduce their quotas, and no one would agree to that.

"We can't help you."

As the self-defense member spoke, he reached for his waist pouch, which contained his cherished compressed biscuits—his reserve rations.

After much internal struggle, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to give it up, and instead gently persuaded Eriri Sawamura:

"You should go back upstairs and stay there. At least it's safer there. Besides, you can continue searching for supplies on the upper floors. We haven't searched the floors above the sixteenth."

Faced with the Self-Defense Force members' cold rejection, Eriri Sawamura's eyes were filled with disappointment:

"Really...can't it be done?"

The dim light illuminated her face. The Self-Defense Force members looked at the diplomat's daughter and felt a pang of sympathy, yet they were also well aware of their own limitations.

If I give her my spare rations, I will go hungry;

And once this precedent is set, there's no guarantee there won't be subsequent requests for assistance.

Left with no other option, he could only apologize again:

"sorry."

Eriri Sawamura sadly embarks on her journey home.

Two more days passed, and she only received half a loaf of bread, which was "gifted" by Aki Tomoya.

Until the heavy rain submerged the eighth floor, a cruise ship broke through the waves and sailed towards this storm-stricken city.

39. Mai Sakurajima, trapped

Inside the luxury cruise ship, Louisa Lisita, dressed in elegant attire, is listening to a work report from a member of the conglomerate.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her face showing a hint of anger and coldness.

"Didn't I repeatedly emphasize the need to protect against rain? I told you to wear rain boots, so how come people are still getting parasite infections?"

The reprimanded subordinate hung his head dejectedly, not daring to look the young lady in the eye. He knew all too well Louisa Lisita's ruthless methods; the slightest misstep would result in being thrown into those cold, dangerous waves.

He was unwilling to risk his life, after all, one try could mean never seeing his loved ones again.

Despite her lingering anger, Luisa Licitta remained calm and issued the orders:

"Immediately isolate the infected individuals and concentrate them in one place. At the same time, ensure their food supply. Continue sailing to ToraAsa as originally planned, taking extreme care during the voyage to avoid collisions with other buildings or grounding of other vessels."

Her subordinates responded repeatedly and respectfully withdrew from her cabin.

After the others left, Louisa Lisita frowned, her heart filled with worry:

"After arriving in ToraAsa, will we be able to successfully rendezvous with the main government forces?"

Not far from ToraAsa stands the second tallest building—Toranomon Yamanouchi Building.

At this moment, Mai Sakurajima was hiding in a lounge on the eleventh floor, clutching a sharp kitchen knife she had taken from the kitchen, watching the ever-flowing crowd of refugees warily.

"The rainwater has reached the eighth floor. Will rescue really come?"

She stared at her phone, which was now switched off, and muttered to herself.

In the early stages of the disaster, due to food shortages, she risked her life to drift to Toranomon Mountain on a plank.

At this moment, the power is out, the cell phone has lost signal, and I cannot contact my mother.

Furthermore, due to the rampant parasites, she dared not wade back to the original spot.

As the refugees climbed upwards, the rest room that originally belonged to Mai Sakurajima became extremely crowded.

She had no choice but to wrap herself tightly in the blanket, retreat to a corner, and press the hidden food firmly under the blanket.

"Little girl, could you share half of your blanket with me?"

A plump elderly woman with glasses and a full head of naturally curly white hair walked unsteadily toward her, her tone slightly pleading:

"My old bones really can't withstand the cold."

Faced with the old lady's request, Mai Sakurajima's expression was resolute as she resolutely shook her head:

"I'm sorry, you'd better try someone else."

Seeing her so indifferent, the old lady's expression changed drastically.

She had noticed earlier that one corner of the blanket was bulging, and guessed that there was food hidden inside. She had intended to ask for the blanket and get the food at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Mai Sakurajima refused to part with even the blanket, which revealed the old lady's true colors, causing her to throw a tantrum:

"Young lady, you stole my blanket and you're trying to deny it? This blanket is worth over 200,000 yen, and now you're keeping it for yourself, leaving me to freeze in this freezing weather. You're practically trying to kill me! This is murder!"

The old lady's screams attracted the attention of those around her, and the bright beams of several flashlights instantly focused on Mai Sakurajima, making it difficult for her to adjust. She had to close her eyes temporarily to adjust.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, her gaze icy:

"Some elderly people deserve sympathy, while others behave like scoundrels in the marketplace."

"The carpet you mentioned is the 'Silk Isfahan' carpet, which has a market price of four million four hundred and fifty thousand US dollars. You said you bought it for two hundred thousand yen? When did the yen come to have such purchasing power?"

Mai Sakurajima spoke clearly, and everyone around her could hear her clearly.

In fact, she deliberately inflated the price. Although the blanket was indeed a replica of "Silk Isfahan," its value was far greater than the old lady claimed.

Upon hearing this, the old woman realized her accusation was unsuccessful and was about to find another way to retaliate when the onlookers began to criticize her.

"This old lady is outrageous! Even a replica of 'Silk Isfahan' costs tens of millions of yen!"

"So the little girl wasn't lying after all; that old lady really was wicked!"

"But this girl is really pretty, I didn't even notice her before..."

Faced with the criticism and ridicule of the crowd, the old lady blushed and was at a loss for what to do, so she had to resort to her shameless tricks again:

“My child bought this for me. They lied to me and said it was only 200,000 yen. If I had known it was so expensive, I would have asked them to return it!”

Just then, Mai Sakurajima suddenly stood up, the kitchen knife in her hand gleaming coldly under the flashlight.

Seeing this, the old woman was so frightened that she quickly got up and retreated into the crowd, trying to use the crowd's protection to shout loudly:

"She has a knife! What if a young girl with a sharp weapon hurts everyone? Make her hand over her weapon!"

"Look how bulging there is under the blanket, there must be a lot of good stuff hidden there, hand it over!"

"Yes, yes, we can't be selfish!"

A storm is brewing on both the cruise ship and the building, and how the fates of the two women will intertwine remains to be seen.

40 heroes rescuing a damsel in distress? Conditions must be added!

These past two days, Yukino Yukinoshita has been giving completely wrong directions, failing to find a single landmark.

The towering building before them became Chang Wei's only salvation after days of drifting at sea.

"Drive that way!"

Chang Wei stared at Yang Nai, who was already skilled at steering the ship, and gave the order without hesitation.

Yang Nai nodded solemnly: "Understood!"

With a buzzing roar, the light speedboat's engine roared to full power, hurtling straight toward the tall building.

At this moment, a fierce storm raged, and the signage at the top of the building was already blurred and illegible.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the speedboat, battered by the fierce wind and rain, slammed into the glass curtain wall on the ninth floor of the building, instantly scattering glass shards everywhere.

The collision severely damaged the triangular ram at the front of the speedboat, but fortunately the engine, located at the stern, is still operational.

The residents on the ninth floor who had not yet evacuated witnessed the speedboat breaking through their windows and were all shocked.

By the time Chang Wei, Yukino Yukinoshita, and the others had finished moving the supplies, a crowd of over a hundred people had gathered around.

"Are they moving in to take refuge?"

"What a waste of a speedboat to be smashed like this!"

"Where did they get so many supplies? There are over a dozen bags of them!"

"Five girls and one boy, will they be able to use all this stuff?"

"Judging by their builds, they don't seem like they're trained fighters."

In the apocalypse, resources are scarce, and greed inevitably arises in people's hearts.

Chang Wei looked around and pondered to himself: