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

Emiya Family's Meal World

"This...how is this possible..." Rin Tohsaka couldn't hold back any longer. She almost dropped the teacup in her hand in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Among a group of perverts, there actually stands out a normal person with a sane mind???"

This answer, so standard it couldn't be more perfect, practically textbook material, was something she could hardly believe came from that group of abstract thinkers.

Not only did they perfectly grasp Chisa's needs, but they also demonstrated absolute sincerity and a sense of security in the most simple and unpretentious way...

This move doesn't seem like something they would do.

"It's truly unbelievable." Ilya, standing beside her, was also deeply shocked, her voice filled with bewilderment: "Is this guy really human?"

For them, who were already used to the various abstract operations of Iori and others, the sudden appearance of such a logically normal person gave off an extremely strong sense of eeriness!

It's like suddenly mixing a few identical shredded ginger pieces into a big plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes!

You'll never know if this is a real potato (Wang Qianhao) or a spicy trap if you don't try it yourself.

"..." In the kitchen, Shirou Emiya skillfully stirred the food in the pot, a somewhat embarrassed and helpless smile on his face.

Is everyone's reaction a bit too much for Fujiwara-senpai, who was just speaking the truth?

They've even started to doubt each other's human identity.

"We can't give up so easily!" Seeing Chisa already wavering, Iori gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, preparing for a final struggle.

“These guys are only after the woman, so it doesn’t matter if we give up, but I…”

[Nanaka's gentle yet terrifying smile reappeared before my eyes, like the call of death. (Neighbor)]

Iori's eyes widened suddenly, and she let out a roar of resentment from the depths of her soul: "What I bear is completely different from what you shallow people are carrying!"

"It's ignited! This is a final struggle to survive. In the name of Hokage, let's go, Iori!!"

"Iori: You have no idea what I'm carrying? There's no way we can win, I don't understand..."

Seeing the scene suddenly escalate to a fever pitch, the people from other worlds were speechless, burdened by the reason that they could not lose, and fighting for their lives.

You bunch of abstract artists are just fighting over tickets, why are you making such a dramatic and tragic show of it, you bastards!!

Chapter 1347 Friends? Not anymore! Let's fight!

[Bearing the weight of her own life, and with a determination to defend herself to the death, when Kohei and the others had all given up in despair, Iori—moved!]

He stomped forward with his left foot, his muscles tensing instantly, his right arm bulging visibly, veins coiling around it like a writhing dragon.

[Left hand casually rests on right arm, gathering all strength and determination, charging forward: "Oops, my foot slipped..."]

[Accompanied by this seemingly casual remark, his right elbow shot out like a cannonball, a strike imbued with all his conviction—Stella (a meteor shower)!!]

"Oops, I accidentally hurt my elbow..."

【Bang--!!】

A deafening crash echoed throughout the classroom, but to everyone's disbelief, Fujiwara's left hand had somehow appeared behind him, blocking the blow.

Iori's pupils suddenly contracted, blood vessels instantly filling the whites of her eyes, and she let out a defiant roar: "KI Sama—!!"

His all-out attack, fueled by unwavering conviction, was blocked so effortlessly?

"Heh, just as I thought..." Fujiwara slowly turned his head, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "I saw right through your schemes!"

"Wait...wait a minute...isn't your style a little off? Even Fuyuki City next door isn't this hot-blooded!!"

"Holy crap, an elbow strike with sonic boom and shockwave? This is the 'Companion Selection Tournament,' not some world's greatest martial arts tournament..."

Seeing the fierceness and passion that Iori exuded on the screen, almost overflowing from the screen, even people from other worlds were filled with disbelief and amazement.

It's obvious he really wants to live!

Judging by the power of this elbow strike, some people even doubted whether this guy went to high school in the anime/manga series "Elbow Technique Kaisen".

He's almost on par with that sports student, Tiger. Even if Iori unleashes a 487 "Black Flash" the next second, it wouldn't be surprising...

Azure Sea World

"So you're going to resort to a sneak attack just to win? Haki Kitahara, you bastard..."

Kohei stared blankly at the figure standing backlit in front of him, seemingly tinged with a tragic air, his pupils filled with shock and confusion.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible scene had shifted—

The two were no longer in the bustling Grand Blue, but on the edge of a cliff where the wind howled, with waves crashing against the rocks below them.

Kohei had somehow donned a long overcoat, the hem fluttering in the wind. His voice was dry and hoarse from shock: "Kitahara... what is it that... compels you to fight?"

"Who exactly are you fighting?"

Although Fujiwara doesn't have any outstanding features and his presence is so faint that he's like a background character, he's still their "best friend" no matter what!

Even if one of the three spots is lost, it's absolutely not worth risking one's life, dignity, or even betraying a fellow countryman... uh, cough cough, except in necessary circumstances.

"Kouhei, the one I'm fighting is..." Iori slowly lowered his head, his gaze heavy as he looked at the crystal-clear water of life in his hand.

The glistening liquid refracted a cold light under the lamp, like a mirror reflecting his resolute gaze.

In that instant, countless fragments of memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern—

Chisa's gaze at the scumbag, Nana's "kind" smile, and the "care" from her close friends.

Iori suddenly raised her head, her eyes burning with an unwavering flame: "It is destiny, and what I fight against is destiny!"

From the moment he agreed to pretend to be Chisa's boyfriend, he embarked on this irreversible path of hell.

If you don't fight, you will die.

To avoid having two related headlines appearing on the front page at the same time: "Shocking! Top University Student Becomes Murderer" and "Tragic! Young Talent Dies Tragically at Home."

He has to tap out!

Even if the opponent is a close friend, even if the methods are despised—only victory can earn the right to survive.

“Kitahara, you…” Kohei’s shock and confusion gradually faded as he murmured, “Fighting for destiny?”

Then Kohei smiled with relief and solemnly extended his hand to Iori: "In that case, let me lend you a hand, Kitahara."

“Kouhei…” Iori seemed moved by this deep friendship, wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and also reached out her hand to hold Kohei’s hand tightly.

"Thank you so much. Having you as a close friend in this life makes my life complete."

"Haha, don't say that, Kitahara! We're best friends, it's only right that we lend a helping hand."

Then, the next second...

"Kisama, do you think I would say that? Kohei (Kitahara), die—!!"

At the same time, incredibly terrifying muscle lines erupted on the arms of both men, with veins spreading wildly across their foreheads and arms like twisted earthworms, their faces contorted into a ferocious expression, like demons crawling out of hell.

"Wait...wait a minute...hey, what are you two bastards doing?!"

Watching the two instantly switch from deep brotherly affection to an ugly and vicious mutual slaughter, Aina roared in a frenzy.

Weren't they just showing their brotherly bond and about to fight side-by-side? This change of heart is way too fast!

"What are you doing? Is that even a question?"

Their right hands were still wrestling wildly, their necks turning red from the exertion. They simultaneously turned their heads, their eyes filled with greed as they looked at Aina.

"Of course, we should eliminate all the competitors and then monopolize the sole ticket to the dreamland—One Piece!!"

Ai Lai covered her face in exasperation. Why did everyone's thought processes have to be so united in this inexplicable place...?

Fujiwara, anticipating Iori's sneak attack, smiled disdainfully. His left arm muscles bulged, and with overwhelming force, he easily deflected Iori's powerful elbow strike.

[His right arm seemed to ignite with invisible fighting spirit, rising high as if preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the unbalanced Iori!]

[But then, something unexpected happened...]

A plain white handkerchief, exuding a dangerously sweet scent, silently attacked him from behind like a venomous snake, precisely and firmly covering his mouth and nose!

The sinister smile on Fujiwara's face froze instantly. A strong wave of dizziness engulfed his consciousness like a tsunami, and his right arm fell limply to his side.

“You…you…bastard…”

Before he could finish speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed completely, and his body collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, losing consciousness entirely.

Standing behind him, Kohei slowly put away the sinful handkerchief, his face cold and indifferent: "Hmph, I'm truly sorry."

"My hand slipped, and I accidentally pressed a handkerchief soaked in medicine onto your face." (Read thrilling novels on Feilu Novel Network!)

Thus, in this battle filled with betrayal and scheming, contestant number 6, Kenta Fujiwara, who was originally the most likely to win, was tragically eliminated.

"Fujiwara!! Sigh, I expected what they meant, but I never imagined their despicable nature would be so far beyond my wildest dreams..."

Watching Kohei and Iori's exhilarating combination attack, the people from other worlds were once again collectively petrified, their worldviews being shaken like never before.

Is it a body double?

That's definitely a Stand attack!!

If I'm not mistaken, this guy's Stand name should be SweetDreams (Sweet Dreams Handkerchief).

Otherwise, how can we explain it...?

Why would a college student casually pull out such a "sleeping handkerchief" that is clearly not something that should appear in daily life?

Now that things have escalated to this point, the last shred of pretense has been torn away, and a fierce, desperate glint flashed in everyone's eyes.