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

Qian Sha had her head down, and the ever-spreading black resentment revealed her current mood.

Although Nana-chan still wore a gentle smile on her face, it seemed as if countless dark shadows were writhing behind that smile.

In the corner, Aina huddled up, hugging her knees, surrounded by a palpable gray, oppressive atmosphere, with her muttering voice faintly audible.

"...I was the one who started it...whether it's a social gathering...or liking someone...why does it always end up like this..."

The most terrifying one was Kohei, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was emitting a low growl that was difficult to understand.

Holding a buzzing chainsaw, it searched for its target, much like a berserk Unit-01.

“Uh, Iori…” Azusa-senpai’s brain raced, but she came to a desperate conclusion: “This… is indeed a bit difficult.”

To be fair, Iori seems... probably... really... didn't do anything wrong? It was all an accident.

The scene instantly became a hellish battlefield, and no one could really handle it.

But...

After weighing the pros and cons in a fraction of a second, Senior Azusa made the wisest decision, pulling Iori out like a chick.

"Given the current situation, the only thing I can do is ask you to die, Iori—!"

"Wait! Senior Azusa?! No!!!"

As expected, after gulping down several mouthfuls of the "water of life," Chisa instantly became intoxicated, her eyes becoming unfocused and unfocused, and she could barely stand.

Left with no other choice, Iori greeted the seniors and decided to carry him back to his room first.

[When Chisa got drunk, she seemed like a completely different person. Her usual aloofness vanished without a trace, leaving only a series of incoherent ramblings about diving.]

Iori turned her head, listening to the professional explanation that reeked of alcohol, her expression somewhat perfunctory: "Hey, really, I've taken such good care of you, at least say thank you."

"You're welcome, and there's no need to thank me." Chisa suddenly raised her voice, shouting like a child in a huff, her head bobbing restlessly.

"Because...you still owe me a favor..."

Iori's heart skipped a beat. She was still hoping to get away with it while Chisa was drunk: "Huh? Really?"

"Yes, I still owe two."

“So… Iori…” Chisa’s voice softened again, carrying an unusually sincere worry: “You need to start working… to save some money…”

Iori turned around in disbelief: "Huh? You mean you want me to repay a favor with money??"

"I see now, these two's progress bars are all driven by alcohol... I told you to save money, don't you understand?"

Seeing Iori's steely reaction, everyone was exasperated. Dude, it was Chisa who was drunk, not you! Can't you show some real manly reaction?!

Look at this configuration...

Under the moonlight, in the school corridor, with a beautiful, drunk girl telling the truth on your back, isn't this the epitome of romance?

But the result?

All you can think about is those two stupid favors you owe, right?!

Chisa told you to save money, you idiot!!

The world of spring things

Gazing at the romantic scene on the screen, Ms. Hiratsuka blushed slightly, her eyes darting around, and she even stammered, a rare occurrence for her: "W-w-is this a wedding invitation?"

"Uh, although I really don't want to say this, teacher." Hachiman Hikigaya glanced at the inexplicably excited adult woman beside him with dead fish eyes, and habitually reached out to scratch his cheek.

"But which frame in this picture... allows you to interpret the word 'marriage'?"

This atmosphere looks more like a drunkard rambling and complaining.

Could this be the so-called intuition of older single women...?

Is this the ultimate form of wishful thinking that can forcibly misinterpret all interactions between opposite sexes as a sign of impending marriage?

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A precise and skillful "Knight's Fist" struck Hachiman's abdomen once again, interrupting his dangerous mental activity.

"It hurts..."

"Hachiman, don't think that I don't know you're thinking some very rude things again."

Hachiman clutched his stomach, wincing in pain. Was this the intuition of an older, single woman? It was terrifyingly accurate!

"As for how I figured out they were married?" After dealing with the students who had acted recklessly, Ms. Hiratsuka crossed her arms and explained in a tone that implied that these children would never understand.

"I told him to go deposit money! Idiot! Isn't the hint obvious enough?"

A girl, especially a girl like Chisa who is usually calm and slightly arrogant!

What does it mean to abandon all reserve and, fueled by alcohol, pressure a man to make money?!

"Of course—save money and then get married!!"

If that stubborn, clueless junior, Iori, doesn't understand, how could I, an experienced, mature, and reliable adult woman, not understand?

“Then, teacher.” Yukino Yukinoshita tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with pure curiosity: “Since you understand love so well, why are you still single?”

"..." Just moments ago, Ms. Hiratsuka, who was full of vigor and seemed like a master of love theory, was instantly petrified.

A thick, dark resentment emanated from her almost visibly, accompanied by the mournful sound of a erhu in the background.

"Heh...hehe...yes...why is that..."

"Teacher, I really want to know the answer to this question too!!"

In an instant, the entire Service Department was enveloped in an atmosphere of melancholy unique to adult single women.

“If…everyone says they want to go diving overseas…Iori, you…you’re such an idiot…” Chisa’s words were broken, but her logic was exceptionally clear: “They’ll definitely…not be able to go because they don’t have the money…”

Her voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost a mumbled murmur, and her head slumped completely onto his shoulder.

"And then...like before...I'll feel...very lonely..."

"It's about that incident last time." Iori's gaze fell on the sleeping Chisa, her tone softening. "What a worrier you are."

"I'd bet all of Kohei's treasured anime waifus and his life that if this weren't a confession, I'd dip this screen in the water of life and eat it right now..."

"I can't even imagine how ashamed I'll feel when Chisa sobers up tomorrow and remembers what she said and did."

As everyone listened to Chisa's almost delirious murmurs, their faces revealed extremely complex and subtle expressions, their eyes filled with excitement and disbelief at discovering such a shocking piece of gossip.

Could it be that the alcohol triggered a hidden code she herself was unaware of?

Did they reveal all the truths they would never normally say?

[The scene shifts to a few days after the summer camp ended, in a uniquely decorated café—]

"Hello everyone, I'm a newbie, Kitahara Iori." Iori, wearing a waitress uniform that she clearly wasn't used to, bowed respectfully to her senior colleagues.

"Please continue to guide me in the future..."

Before he could finish speaking, a whole glass of water was poured over his head without mercy, instantly drenching him completely.

[Bukushima's tone rose, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his eyes full of mockery: "You prefer beer over juice, don't you?"]

Looking at Busujima, whom I had doused with beer before, Iori instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He was about to turn and run when Busujima grabbed him.

"Don't rush off, let's get along well from now on, junior~~"

"Oh no, I'm doomed! Although I looked really cool standing up for Kohei last time, what goes around comes around..."

Seeing the iconic wicked smile of Poison Island on the screen and Iori's disheveled appearance, soaked from head to toe, everyone watching the screen immediately understood the situation perfectly.

Everyone understood that Iori's seemingly ordinary part-time job had likely undergone a profound transformation.

The difficulty should be no less than the Twelve Trials!

Chapter 1391 My Heart is Ugly! The Land Immortal Continues to Exert His Power!

Azure Sea World

"Tsk... what a coincidence that's infuriating..."

Seeing her "surprise" reunion with Kitahara Iori in the coffee shop made the real-life Busujima Sakurako clench her teeth.

Is this world really that ridiculously small?

In this vast sea of ​​people, how could I possibly encounter this troublesome group again in a place like this where I'm just working?

Sakurako Busujima stared at the scene that felt so familiar, and couldn't help but sigh again: "This is really terrible."

To be honest, deep down she refused to have any kind of interaction with this creature named Kitahara Iori!

However, this classic scene of "enemies meeting again" on the screen still made Dokjima feel very uneasy...

A feud, an unexpected reunion, and meeting again at the workplace—isn't this the clichéd plot that those overused teen idol dramas love to follow?

So... what role am I playing in this mess?

"Could she be a vicious female supporting character?" Busujima murmured thoughtfully, resting his hand on his chin. "The kind that's specifically tasked with creating misunderstandings and trouble for the male and female leads?"

Ok.

This positioning seems alright; after all, the pleasure of tormenting others far outweighs the pleasure of being tormented.

"Or perhaps... just a random passerby? The kind who shows their face but has no role?"

That would be great.