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

"Hey, hey, hey, let's stop for a second, Shinpachi." Just as Shinpachi was about to run out of oxygen from all the吐槽 (tu cao, a form of witty remarking), a lazy voice came from the side.

Gintoki was sprawled on the sofa, holding a Jump in one hand and calmly picking his nose with the other: "Your understanding is far too one-sided..."

"Listen up, Shinpachi." Gintoki put down his JUMP, crossed his arms, straightened his back, and unusually adopted a lecturing posture.

"A man is a creature that unconsciously replicates the DNA code left by his ancient ancestors, regardless of the situation!"

Have you heard this story...?

In ancient times, our ancestors invented this finger-rubbing motion in order to trick female gorillas into giving them bananas.

It roughly means, "Beautiful female gorilla, please share one with me. I will remember your kindness!"

“That means…” Gintoki’s eyes sharpened, and he suddenly pointed as if Conan had discovered the truth.

"What Iori just did! It can't even be described as thuggish coercion!" (Read exciting novels on Feilu Novel Network!)

"That's just a way of expressing gratitude and supplication to the benefactor gorilla, a way that has spanned hundreds of thousands of years and is deeply ingrained in our genes!"

"This is completely wrong—!!"

Shinpachi completely broke down, pointing his finger at Gintoki, his expression twisted just like Iori's at that moment.

"Why is the prerequisite banana?! And why does the giver have to be a gorilla? Does this have anything to do with Ms. Chisa and the tickets?"

"Hmm..." Gintoki stared at the screen in a thoughtful silence for a moment: "I think it's because Iori's expression looks a lot like a gorilla right now."

To put it simply—he's regressed to his ancestral ways!

"Heh." Iori's roguish expression grew even more arrogant, as if he had grasped some sure-fire winning formula: "I won't forget that favor."

Then, as if playing an old movie, a scene from the school festival flashed through his mind—the time when he used marbles to lift Chisa's skirt...

[Iori: Will you forgive me?]

[Chisa: Hmph, you owe me a favor.]

[After the flashback ended...]

[Just moments ago, Iori had been so aggressive, like a yakuza boss, but without the slightest hesitation or pause, he knelt prostrate before Chisa.]

He pleaded with utmost sincerity, "So, would you be willing to let me owe you another favor?"

"Hahaha, I can't take it... I'm dying of laughter... So it turns out you owed her a favor! Then what were you being so arrogant about earlier..."

"Kouhei: I guarded the door, but I couldn't guard my teammates' intelligence! If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have bothered blocking the door at all, I might as well have just knelt down with them."

Seeing Iori kneeling down without any restraint, countless viewers in front of the screen clutched their stomachs and laughed so hard they almost cried.

"How to make the most shameless request in the most arrogant tone"—So you're the one who owes a favor!

Arrogance is one thing, but what's most incomprehensible is that this guy actually has the nerve to use it as a bargaining chip...

Is this the new version of the answer to the problem of owing favors?

Who taught him to use favors so readily?

Chapter 1342 The Battle for Tickets: A Battle That Will Determine Victory and Fate!

Iori's shameless plea, attempting to turn "debt" into "privilege," was naturally rejected by Chisa with a cold, dismissive gaze.

But Iori and Kohei weren't about to give up so easily. Iori instantly switched to a resolute and reliable expression, like a loyal dog.

"Then let me accompany you as your bodyguard!!"

Kohei, equally serious, flexed his muscles, struck a pose as if carrying a sack, and earnestly pleaded, "Then I'll work as a porter!"

"Please make an exception!"

"We can also protect you from being harassed by strange men...!!"

The two chattered incessantly about the potential "dangers" of the school festival, and tried their best to promote their roles, whether as bodyguards or bag carriers.

All the buildup, all the performance, had only one ultimate goal—"Big boss, please mentor me!!"

"Protect Chisa from being harassed by strange men? Dude, aren't the strangest, most dangerous, and most vulnerable men the two of you who are currently pinning Chisa against the wall?"

"The reason given for 'criminal reservists applying for security captain positions' is as absurd as asking wolves to guard sheepfolds..."

Watching the two of them enthusiastically promoting themselves, the people from other worlds couldn't bear to look and covered their faces with their hands. Your existence is the biggest safety hazard at the school festival!

Some even suspected that while all of humanity was striving to evolve towards wisdom and civilization, these two "geniuses" might have secretly retreated back to the primeval jungle.

The way you ask for favors is truly appalling... You two should put your clothes on, you bastards!

Another World Quartet World

"Sigh... To be honest, if I were Chisa-senpai... I probably would have agreed to bring 710 and the other two along."

Watching his two seniors' abstract behavior, Kazuma raised his hand to his forehead, his face filled with indescribable helplessness, as if he were facing Aqua.

"Ah?"

Upon hearing this, Natsuki Subaru turned his head sharply, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

He took two steps closer, scrutinizing Kazuma from head to toe with a probing gaze, his tone full of suspicion: "Kazuma-kun, when did you become so soft-hearted? This is completely unlike you!"

It's worth noting that when faced with the pitiful, tearful moral blackmail of that "euthanasia girl," He Zhenke didn't even blink and refused without hesitation.

His heart was as hard as the corner of the Axel wall, but this time...

"How could you soften your heart in the face of such perverted entanglement and pleas from Iori-senpai and Kohei-senpai?"

Subaru Natsuki frowned deeply, his eyes sharpening as he adopted a boxer's stance: "Whoever you are, get out of my good brother's body right now...!!"

"What are you talking about, Subaru?" Kazuma rolled his eyes speechlessly, then pointed at the screen: "I'm not being soft-hearted."

"I just want to get rid of those two perverts who are only wearing their underwear!"

Even Tanya, who had maintained a calm military demeanor from a short distance away, found these words utterly unbelievable: "You actually care about this?!"

"Kaz, have you lost your mind from a fever? You're spouting such obvious nonsense."

The king of sadism in the world of perverts actually said he wanted to get rid of the entanglement between two perverts...

In her view, for someone as perverted as Kazuma to utter the word "shame" is comparable to a demon saying he should believe in God.

Subaru Natsuki approached Tanya, glancing at Kazuma every now and then, and said in a low voice, "That's why I said he might be possessed by something strange."

"..."

Just how despicable am I in your eyes, you lot?!

Although I admit that I am somewhat... uh... careless about details, I still have at least a sense of shame and a little bit of integrity (probably)!

Isn't it normal to feel ashamed when faced with two naked men harassing you...?

But soon, the two were kicked out of the women's party, and having no other option, they decided to try kneeling again the next day.

So the next day, before the first class...

The two respectfully placed the gifts on the ground, then knelt down, sobbing uncontrollably, their silent weeping speaking volumes.

[Before the second class began...]

Two more gifts appeared on the ground. Having somehow gotten wind of it, Nojima and Yamamoto also knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, pleading in her direction.

[Lunch break...]

Several more gifts appeared on the ground, while the line of people crying and begging below had expanded like a virus, growing from the initial two sources to six people.

After school...

The gifts on the ground were countless, and the number of kneeling people had grown from two or three to a sea of ​​people, with heart-wrenching sobs constantly emanating from them.

"Hahaha...no...I can't take it anymore...I'm dying of laughter at this scene, are all the boys in the department offering sacrifices here?"

"Brother, I know you're crying because of that ticket, but what are you all crying about? Anyone who didn't know better would think this was someone's funeral."

Seeing the grand and solemn "funeral" scene before them, the people watching the video completely lost control of their expressions, clutching their stomachs and laughing so hard they could hardly breathe.

A large group of people knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, with a mountain of miscellaneous items piled up in front of them, resembling offerings.

Yes, it definitely felt like a collective mourning!

Anyone who didn't know better would think that what Qian Sha was holding wasn't just tickets, but the lifeline of her entire group.

The most tragic... no, the most "dedicated" ones should be Iori and Kohei...

These two pioneers, from the very first bell ringing, diligently and meticulously howled until school was over!

With that kind of stamina and focus, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the king of mourning.

Seeing her competitors swarming in like cockroaches, Iori finally realized that if things continued this way, not only would tickets be lost, but Chisa's patience would also be completely exhausted.

He then abruptly stood up, his face revealing a ferocious expression comparable to that of a hellhound, and chased everyone unrelated to Chisa out the door.

Finally, the classroom became a little quieter, but six core members remained.

[This is the cheating (scumbags and perverts) group that formed an "unbreakable" alliance during the German language exam.]

However, reality is cruel. There are six hungry wolves present, but the precious ticket in Chisa's hand can only bring in a maximum of three people.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, and the six people who had just been barely considered "comrades-in-arms" were now filled with a strong sense of competitive tension.

"Hmph, what's the point? Since there aren't enough spots, let's just have a real man's showdown. That would save us all the trouble!"

"No, wait!"