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

Unfortunately, based on the information displayed on the screen, this is not the case.

My two friends are just ordinary bystanders in the background!

"...Could it be that most terrifying possibility—the background female lead?!"

She's the kind of character who initially dislikes the male lead, argues and bickers, but inexplicably ends up together!

"Eek—!" Just thinking about this possibility made Busujima shiver violently, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

No, this is the only one that absolutely cannot be done.

She likes incredibly handsome guys!

Kitahara Iori, with her "plain and unremarkable" silly face, who can only be considered human at times, is simply a creature excluded from her aesthetic system at the genetic level!

"Yes, that's right, I must be overthinking it..." Busujima tried to reassure herself, attempting to suppress the panic in her heart. "Hallucination, it's all an illusion... It can't scare me!"

Who knows, maybe I'll end up with the script where the villainous female supporting character is persecuted...

"Call me Lady Sakurako!"

After successfully detaining Iori for "exclusive training," Sakurako Busujima rested her chin on one hand, casually draped the other hand over the back of the chair, and arrogantly crossed her long legs.

[She looked down at Iori, who sat upright on the ground, with the air of a queen surveying her subjects.]

"Sakura...Sakura-sama??" Iori was a little confused by this sudden title, blinking in bewilderment. "You don't usually call someone by their first name, do you?"

"Logically, that should be correct." As if some unpleasant memories had been stirred up, her tone unusually carried a hint of irritation and dejection.

"But I just really hate my surname..."

"Your surname?" Iori's gaze descended in confusion, landing precisely on the name tag pinned to Sakura-sama's chest—clearly bearing the name Busujima.

Driven by her powerful instinct for self-destruction, Iori practically blurted out the worst possible homonym: "It's Poison Island (ugly woman)."

[The veins on Busujima's forehead bulged instantly, and he stomped precisely on Iori's face: "You bastard, who are you calling ugly?!"]

Instead of being angry at being treated violently, Iori found it rather strange: "Isn't it unnecessary to take it so seriously?"

“That’s exactly what I care about,” Busujima retorted defiantly. “I was always being gossiped about when I was a kid.”

“But…” Iori looked at the other person and said matter-of-factly, “No one would still think you’re ugly after seeing you, right?”

Busujima looked at the clear shoe print on Iori's face with some surprise. She hadn't expected that this stupid face would say something like that.

"Hiss—is this the true value of a terrestrial immortal? He's subtly increased her favorability! The most lethal kind of flirting is the effortless one..."

“Iori is right. Sakurako Busujima’s looks, figure, and aura... if she can be called ugly, then are there any beautiful women in this world?”

Watching the reading and writing training sessions on the screen, viewers couldn't help but fall into deep thought. It seemed like these two were getting along quite naturally...

The Daily World of High School Boys

"Hey! Tadakuni! What are you standing there for..." Hideaki pointed at the screen with exasperation and roared excitedly, "At this crucial moment, hurry up and take notes!!"

A casual, honest remark from Senior Iori. (Read thrilling novels at Feilu Novel Network!)

In an instant, the negative favorability rating that had plummeted to the bottom was pulled back to the safe zone, and it might even have turned slightly red!

What is this? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a science fiction film...

"There's no mistake." Hideaki's eyes became incredibly certain, as if he had seen through the truth: "Iori-senpai is the ultimate creature who hides his gentle and kind skills under the guise of being an idiot!"

This ultimate creature often attracts the attention of many beautiful girls with its wickedly gentle nature.

It looked like a series of random moves, but it actually dealt a critical hit with true damage!

This strategy, which requires no modeling, no economy, and absolutely zero configuration, is practically the best strategy guide for male high school students.

“But, but… Xiuzhi…” Tadakuni, standing to the side, looked around blankly, unsure of what to do. “Tell me… what exactly should I memorize?!”

"I just can't do anything with you, Chung-bang." Hide immediately put on his classic "this guy is hopeless" expression.

He shook his head in anguish, as if mourning a piece of rotten wood that could not be carved: "The ready-made guides and tutorials are right in front of you, and you actually say you can't understand them?"

No wonder you only deserve to say something as devastating as "supermarket chips are on sale" to a girl in that romantic, top-tier atmosphere of sunset...

Yoshitake looked at the two of them, beads of sweat gradually forming on his forehead. He lowered his voice and asked softly, "Um... Hidenori... honestly... what kind of notes should I take? I didn't quite understand them either..."

“Of course…” Xiu Ze’s momentum faltered instantly, and he paused, remaining silent for several seconds.

Then, feigning composure, he suddenly waved his hand and used a loud voice to cover up his nervousness: "Baka yarou!"

"It's like copying homework! You'll never grow if you rely on others for everything."

"Use your hearts to feel it, and fill in the blanks with your barren imaginations! You bastards!"

Yoshitake suddenly realized: "Oh! I see! So that's how it is!"

With tears welling up in his eyes, Chung-pong exclaimed, "Oh! You're right!"

The next second, the three of them seemed to be completely ignited by this empty but passionate speech. With tears of emotion in their eyes, they hugged each other tightly, their blood boiling with excitement.

It's as if I can already see myself transformed by this "notebook," becoming a bright and successful person in the mainstream!

They completely forgot the incredibly cruel fact that they were attending an all-boys school.

“Is that so…” Busujima responded softly, the extremely aggressive and wicked smile on his face unconsciously fading away: “What you said makes sense.”

"So, that's what I'm saying." Seeing that the other person seemed to have taken it to heart, Iori immediately seized the opportunity and put on a serious expression.

"If someone really says your face is ugly, just reply to them like this..."

Suddenly, Iori reached out and placed her hand on her chest with utmost sincerity, declaring firmly, "My heart is ugly—"

In an instant, Iori was once again drenched in a water glass by Busujima, and besides that, two heavy bricks landed on her knees.

"Genius!! This is textbook-level chatting! I've finally grasped the essence. Wait here! I'm going to chat with a girl right now..."

"Hahaha, as expected of you, Iori! Besides your effortless flirting, I almost forgot, your talent is also your effortless self-destruction!!"

"Brother, I'm begging you, if you're so good at talking, please publish a book. I'll definitely buy it... not for any other reason than to use it as a negative example for reference."

Watching Iori seamlessly switch between his gentle, god-like demeanor and his reckless, daredevil persona on the screen, completing his combos, the viewers outside the screen almost burst out laughing.

I've never seen such a cool skill combo.

The maneuver of precisely completing a waltz in a minefield while simultaneously detonating all the mines...

Without a doubt, this guy is an absolutely rare and unparalleled master!

Chapter 1392 Waiter Training! Instinct Embedded in DNA…

Baka and Test: Summoning World

"I said, Yuuji..."

"What's wrong, you idiot?"

Akihisa silently pointed at Iori on the screen, who was suffering the double torture of "brick pressing on the knee + water pouring over her head," his face filled with shock and confusion.

Then she slowly turned her head and asked a question that came from the depths of her soul: "Is this kind of torture a common interrogation method used on girls all over the world?"

"Perhaps..." Yuuji's gaze drifted into the distance, his expression becoming incredibly weathered and melancholic, like an old soldier who had survived a brutal battlefield.

"But at least on our side, we don't need to deal with the additional magical damage from being doused with water."

No matter how you look at it, Iori-senpai's "meal" on the screen is definitely more severe...

First, his face was distorted by the "Unbreakable Grip," then chilled to the bone by ice water, and finally, his knees had to bear the weight of two bricks.

"But it must be said that—"

Yuji suddenly changed the subject, his tone carrying a professional-like appreciation: "The Undying Grip technique of Busujima-senpai is really well-reproduced, isn't it?"

"Whether it's the suddenness of the start, the coverage area of ​​the palm, or the precision of the force exerted by the knuckles, it's impeccable..."

Puff——

Before he could finish speaking, a slender, pale hand, yet imbued with terrifying power, precisely covered Yuuji's face, its five fingers clenching tightly.

"Ah yes, yes, that's the feeling... Ouch, ouch, ouch... Waaaaaah... It's going to split open... My handsome face is going to split open, ahhh...!"

Yuji, who was still giving his professional critique, immediately let out a painful wail that felt very familiar.

Shoko Kirishima held Yuuji's face and delivered her final verdict in a flat voice: "Yuuji, you're not allowed to stare at other girls for too long."

"When did I... in pain... stare at it?!"

Not far away, Minami Shimada and Mizuki Himeji watched this scene, their hands clasped together in front of their chests, their eyes sparkling.

There was not a trace of pity for Yuuji's miserable state in her eyes, only pure envy: "What a loving couple..."

Akihisa, who had just raised the fundamental question, couldn't help but nod as he watched Yuuji screaming in agony in Shoko's hands.

"Yuji is right, Busujima-senpai's Undying Grip is indeed very accurate! It's just that the power is a bit lacking."

Under the combined "transformation" of the icy pouring water and the heavy bricks, Iori, who was being tortured, instantly entered an unprecedented state of obedience.

[Even the tone of voice unconsciously adopted a respectful form: "So, how should I address you from now on?"]

Busujima also felt that having this clueless idiot call her "Sakurako" directly was too intimate, so she simply allowed Iori to use her surname.

[That is—Lord Busujima!]

Iori was speechless for a moment: "You've already given special permission, why are you adding adults too?"

Busujima loosened his collar and clapped his hands dismissively: "If you're the kind of handsome guy I like, then call me whatever you want."