Memorable scenes from various anime and manga crossovers: Starting with Emiya the Great Hero

"Damn it! Even the silent perverted general has fallen..."

"The gap is too big; they are simply not an opponent we can defeat."

The FFF group was instantly enveloped in despair, with cries of lamentation filling the air and even the atmosphere thick with a gloomy, dejected mood.

"Is this all the faith you have?" Just then, Akihisa, who had just been knocked away by Yuuji, stood up, his eyes burning with fierce flames.

"It's just one defeat, just a temporary loss of direction, are you going to give up on your dreams?!"

Everyone was moved by his words and turned to look at him.

Instructor Yoshii, have you still not given up at this point?

"Everyone! Now is not the time to be cowardly!" Mingjiu took a deep breath, suddenly pointed at the petrified, muffled pervert, his eyes filled with utmost sincerity.

"This silent pervert needs everyone's help right now! Give him the light, quickly give him the light!"

The FFF group members fell silent.

So this is what you call a cry from the soul? Giving light to a silent pervert... to a stone statue??

Yuuji stood to the side, veins throbbing on his forehead, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his lips twitching for a long time before he suddenly realized that the punch he'd just landed was 3.5 times lighter.

After being thoroughly reprimanded, Iori pondered her next move in the bathroom: "Damn it, I miscalculated. I didn't expect her to be on guard. What should I do now?"

Just then, Iori was suddenly surprised to find that she seemed to have run out of shampoo, while Chisa's looked expensive, and it wouldn't be good to use it without permission.

"Is there anything that can replace shampoo..." Iori's gaze swept across the bathroom, then suddenly her eyes lit up.

[Iori picks up the bathroom cleaner (for removing mold) from the floor and looks at it thoughtfully: "Will this work...?"]

"Toilet cleaner for shampoo?? No way, this really won't do, bro! I can just skip washing my hair today, it's not worth risking my hair's life."

"You...you're not really planning to use it, are you? I know your thought process is a bit quirky, but...this thing really can't be used halfway!"

Gollum—

Seeing Iori deep in thought, everyone watching the video couldn't help but swallow hard. You can use laundry detergent or liquid detergent, but this is really not an option, bro!

No, it can't really be that cruel, can it?

Chapter 1310 The Land Immortal Who Was Solo Killed by the Dictionary! No, It Was a Double Kill!

The world of spring things

"Should...no...no way..."

Looking at the bottle of powerful bathroom cleaner in Iori-senpai's hand, Hachiman subconsciously swallowed, and even the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched a couple of times.

He had heard that some people, in a desperate situation in the toilet, would use sandpaper as a kind of high-end wet wipe with added antibacterial and moisturizing ingredients...

I thought that was outrageous enough.

Who would have thought that someone would actually use bathroom cleaner as shampoo?!

Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at Iori, who was still seriously considering the situation on the screen, and her lips twitched uncontrollably: "Using this thing as shampoo? Are you trying to polish your scalp like a tile?"

Even Jing Ke'ai, a teacher, was finding it hard to stay calm. Are college students these days so abstract...?

No, it can't even be described as abstract anymore; it's completely beyond the scope of normal human behavior.

"It was probably just a joke." Hachiman touched his chin, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Iori-senpai may have a somewhat eccentric personality, and her thoughts can sometimes be so abstract that they're hard to follow, but... but surely she wouldn't be so foolish as to do something like this..."

Uh.

If the object is Iori-senpai, then it might not be so certain!

"I said, Hachiman-kun..."

Just as Hachiman was still immersed in his internal monologue and ranting, a clear, cold voice came from behind him, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Yukino bit her lip slightly, clutching her skirt and hesitating for a long while before finally speaking with difficulty: "Do all you boys act this... casually when you don't have shampoo?"

“Uh…” 08 Hachiman turned his face away awkwardly, his gaze drifting to the clouds outside the window, and said vaguely, “At least it won’t be as outrageous as Iori-senpai’s.”

He seemed to have heard of many practices like using dish soap to wash socks or using toothpaste as face wash, but at least they were within the "normal" range.

Yukino seemed taken aback by his words, and reached up to rub her forehead in exasperation: "You'd better deny that boys would just find something to replace things!"

"..." Hachiman opened his mouth, but was unable to refute it.

He certainly wanted to immediately shake his head and deny it, but the problem was...

This is something only a guy would do!

The idea that as long as you can lather it up, you can wash it, seems to be ingrained in our DNA, becoming part of our underlying code.

Iori held the bottle of bathroom cleaner, her brow furrowed as she studied it for a long time, as if deciphering some profound academic paper.

I read through all the text on the bottle until my gaze settled on some small print in a corner—

"It won't damage the bathtub..."

These words struck him like lightning; Iori's eyes lit up instantly, and a strange equation rapidly formed in his mind.

A cheap shampoo that won't damage the bathtub or harm your skin; it's usable as is.

"That means—it works!!"

Suspect O Ba Temple Instrument Thoughts (5,) Liu Yue-Yi [And so, in the previously quiet diving shop, a deafening wail suddenly erupted: "My eyes...!"]

Hearing the screams, Chisa rushed to the bathroom, finally pushing open the door: "Iori?!"

In an instant, a pungent odor, a mixture of chemical cleaning agents and hot water steam, assaulted my senses.

[Iori was squatting on the ground, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls, pleading bitterly with a heavy nasal voice.]

"Chisa...please, just today, I want to use your shampoo."

Seeing his pitiful state, Chisa was somewhat puzzled, but she didn't care about the request; it wasn't a big deal anyway.

"Hiss—I thought I was ruthless enough by washing my hair with laundry detergent, but I didn't expect there were experts! Dude, you're really ruthless."

Those who witnessed this scene swallowed hard in fear, their hands instinctively touching their scalps as if they could feel the burning pain of the chemical through the air.

His eyes held fear, disbelief, and a hint of indescribable admiration.

It's worth noting that washing your hair with laundry detergent is a dark chapter in the history of many people's "daredevil" behavior during puberty, and one wash can leave your scalp feeling numb for days.

Compared to Iori's method of directly applying bathroom cleaner, it's nothing.

It's no exaggeration to say that even among guys, this would definitely earn you the highest praise—you're amazing!!

[Iori, using a towel to dry her wet hair, walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed, only to find Chisa lying on the sofa reading a magazine.]

For some reason, the slight sense of distance and wariness I felt towards him just moments ago has completely vanished, as if I've returned to my usual self.

In an instant, as if realizing something, Iori abruptly stopped, her eyes gleaming crimson, a sinister smile curling at the corner of her lips.

[Opportunity! This is absolutely a golden opportunity!]

[Chisa's attention is completely focused on the magazine right now. As long as I move quietly, I can get away with it without anyone noticing...]

The next second, Iori suddenly seemed to have all her strength drained away. With a thud, her knees slammed heavily onto the floor, and she clenched her fists, angrily pounding the ground.

[Frustrated to the point of almost going crazy: "Damn it, I changed my clothes—!!"]

The arrogance and confidence he had displayed vanished instantly, replaced by a dejected sigh: "I have no choice but to give up."

"Hey bro, I know this might sound a bit weird, but...aren't you going to check the clothes in the bathroom?"

Seeing Iori suddenly become so dejected, everyone was speechless. Wasn't your purpose in going to the bathroom not long ago to sneak into someone's pockets while they were showering...?

Now that you have such a great opportunity, why don't you go and check it out?!

While it might be difficult for the average person, it should be a basic operation for a shameless pervert like you, brother.

Azure Sea World

"Baka yarou—!!" Yamamoto punched Iori in the face in a fit of rage. "Don't give up so easily, you pervert!"

"Have you forgotten?" Nojima followed closely behind, grabbing Iori's collar and pulling him forward, his eyes burning with rage.

His tone, however, betrayed a sense of urgency and disappointment: "As long as you don't give up, your dreams will eventually come true."

At this moment, the two of them wore an almost sacred solemnity. (Read exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)

His usual carefree and scumbag-like demeanor vanished, leaving only heartache for the "lost youth" who so easily gave up on his "dream".

This scene left Chisa stunned, especially by the exaggerated sincerity of the man's expression; she almost believed it herself.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Iori clutched her throbbing cheek, her other hand firmly gripping Nojima's wrist. "What are you two talking about? What kind of dream is this...?"

etc--!!

Iori stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking, her eyes instantly turning sharp as knives as she stared intently at the two people in front of her: "You two, you wouldn't happen to want to see that precious photo too, would you?"

"..." As soon as the words were spoken, Nojima and Yamamoto, who had just been looking "sacred," suddenly froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Iori breathed a slight sigh of relief. Just now, they were talking about dreams and encouraging each other not to give up, which almost made him think that these two had suddenly turned into saints.

"Ahem, you can't say that..."

Nojima broke the silence with a dry cough, then scratched his head, glancing elsewhere: "We're just trying to encourage you to pursue your goals..."

Yamamoto followed with a somewhat forced smile: "Yes, yes, as long as we keep moving forward, our dreams will always continue to grow."