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

Otoya's gentle and reliable personality is like a dimensional attack from another dimension!

The world of spring things

"Ugh...so...so dazzling—!!"

As if Otsuya on the screen were truly radiating holy light, Hachiman Hikigaya instinctively reached out to shield himself.

Those signature dead fish eyes squinted painfully because of this overly "positive" energy.

"This kind of perfect, almost unfair, personality and drive are just too dazzling!!"

The meaningful remark made by Iori-senpai earlier, "concerned about the gap," has now finally received a cruel and perfect interpretation...

It turns out that the "gap" that Busujima-senpai was struggling with was actually the despairing chasm between mortals and angels!

"No wonder Busujima-senpai has always been hesitant to be direct—"

"Anyone would feel ashamed in front of someone so gentle that they seem to radiate light..."

Hikigaya rubbed his eyes, which seemed to be stung. With Otoya-senpai's angelic personality, Busujima-senpai really couldn't bring herself to speak directly.

“You’re right.” Ms. Hiratsuka rubbed her temples and sighed almost imperceptibly. “The contrast is just too stark.”

On one side is the elegant and composed ocean prince, and on the other side is the ocean monkey whose mind is filled only with flammable oolong tea and who may scream and revert to his ancestral ways at any moment.

No wonder Busujima was tempted...

This must be what they call "someone else's child"—it's just too perfect.

Chapter 1401 Poison Island: My Rival in Love is Actually a Humanoid?!

[After this diving trip...]

As Otoya washed his wetsuit, he reflected on the day's events and remarked gently, "Kitahara-kun is surrounded by many unique people."

"Hahaha—" Iori laughed heartily, unconcerned, and casually teased, "They're all sea-obsessed, love-struck, and shut-ins, plus they like to take their clothes off when they drink."

"Thanks to these guys, I've also gotten my fair share of dirty looks."

“But…” Iori turned her head to look at Kohei, Mana, and the others who were still playing around not far away, a sincere smile curving her lips.

"I actually quite like those guys who loudly proclaim their likes."

The appreciation for "truth" in Iori's words was like a pebble quietly thrown into a still lake, striking a chord with Otoya himself, a feeling he hadn't even consciously considered.

Looking at Iori's face, a strange blush suddenly crept onto Otsuya's cheeks...

"Brother, don't you know why people give you the cold shoulder? It's entirely your own fault!!"

"No, wait, wait a minute—! Stop! This…this reaction…something seems off!"

"Iori: Busujima-sama, your biggest rival might not be Nanaka or Azusa-senpai—it's Iori!!!"

Seeing Yi Ya's profile, which clearly showed a hint of shyness, alarm bells rang in the hearts of everyone watching the screen, as if they could hear the sound of something pure about to crumble.

Danger! Poison Island Senior! Danger!

Stop worrying about the difference between humans and angels.

Your underwater angel, the last saint of Atlantis, is almost being won over by this wild monkey on the ground...

This reaction is definitely not right!!

Azure Sea World

"So... therefore..."

Seeing the bizarre unfolding on the screen, far exceeding her expectations, Sakura's eyes completely lost their sparkle, turning into two blank, beady eyes as she blinked dazedly.

"My biggest rival in love... is actually... a man?"

Her brain was like an overloaded old computer, completely crashing from the shocking amount of information that "Otoya blushed in front of Iori".

Sakurako Busujima never imagined in her life that she would lose not to another beautiful girl, but to a man...

It's still Kitahara Iori!

My gaze involuntarily lifted again, focusing once more on Kitahara Iori, who was laughing carefree on the screen.

This look...

Busujima's expression instantly shifted from bewilderment to utter collapse, a mix of resentment, absurdity, and despair washing over him.

"Why does it have to be... a humanoid creature whose very definition as human is questionable?!"

She could accept losing to those two overpowered monsters, Nanaka and Azusa, and she could even accept losing to the cute Chisa...

But she simply couldn't understand why she had lost to that idiot Kitahara Iori!

…………

Meanwhile, outside the diving shop—

Nojima, Yamamoto, and the others who were still holding out their positions turned as black as the bottom of a pot after seeing Otsuya's subtle reaction on the screen.

"I knew it... there must be one! That guy!" Nojima's hand holding the shovel was trembling.

"Ah... absolutely!" Yamamoto nodded vigorously, his eyes burning with fierce determination, and said with absolute certainty, "Hypnosis that can make others like perverted things!"

Everyone here is a scumbag and a pervert, yet that bastard can seduce both men and women. What is this if not hypnosis?!

This unscientific personal charisma is itself the most powerful evidence...

"Well then, everyone's worked hard, cheers!"

At the party, Kohei frowned and looked at Busujima: "Seeing you like that just now, I was wondering if we've met somewhere before?"

Busujima broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately forced a smile, saying, "H-How could this be...?"

While Kohei was still trying to retrieve his memories, Busujima grabbed Iori and pulled him close: "What are we going to do now?!"

"What else can we do?" Iori smiled subtly. "Just beat him until he loses his memory."

[Bukushima was taken aback for a moment, then a knowing smile spread across his face: "To be honest, I really like that about you."]

Then, with a beaming smile, Iori hooked her arm around Kouhei's shoulder, who was still deep in thought, and walked towards the door...

"Kou-hei!! This is hell ahead, you know! That man... he's 100% serious about beating you to amnesia!"

Watching Kohei, completely unsuspecting, walk arm in arm with Iori towards the darkness outside the door, everyone swallowed hard, as if they could already foresee the "tragedy" that was about to happen outside.

Run, Kohei!

Your empty brain certainly can't withstand his hardcore physical formatting operation.

Otherwise, why do you think those fishermen wear helmets like they're going to defuse a bomb when they go out?

It's not about guarding against fish, it's about guarding against indiscriminate physical memory erasure masters like Iori.

Detective Conan World

"I hope...it's not for real."

Watching Kohei being tricked into leaving the house on the screen, Conan's lips twitched uncontrollably as he tried to use rational thinking to soothe his shaken worldview.

"No matter what, beating someone to the point of amnesia... that's too hardcore and too unscientific."

There should be limits to joking.

We can't end up like Louis XIV, in a way that leaves people completely baffled, can we?

At that point, it won't be physical amnesia, it will be a physical shutdown!

"You mean he was just joking?"

Ai Haibara, standing to the side, picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and asked with a subtle, probing look, "Do you think this is possible, Great Detective?"

"..."

To be honest, he didn't even believe it himself as soon as he said it.

After all, this seemingly simple and brutally hardcore method is exactly the kind of thing that Iori would do.

After sighing, Haibara added another incisive point: "What's most terrifying might not be that Iori can propose such a plan without batting an eye..."

Conan, regaining his composure, pushed up his glasses, a strange light flashing across the lenses: "So it was Busujima who accepted everything almost without hesitation, and even expressed admiration!"

This way of thinking resonated strongly with a certain dangerous frequency, from the perspective of criminal psychology...

Their relationship can no longer be called that of partners; it should be called a "criminal gang."

Upon hearing the phrase "I really like it," Ailey's eyes lit up, her face darkened, and she stood up, temporarily leaving the table.

A moment later, when Mana reappeared, she had already completed her "transformation"...

Heavy foundation, exaggerated eyeliner, and bold lipstick create a hard "armor," and the weak Elle is gone, replaced by a powerful, charismatic "fake corpse."

Ailey slammed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and demanded with overwhelming force, "I have a few questions for you. Did you come here with ulterior motives?!"

To Busujima, these words sounded as if her intention to get close to Otsuya Shinya had been exposed, thus beginning a fierce battle of wits and strategy.

"Heh..." Busujima elegantly crossed his legs, arms crossed over his chest, striking a defiant pose: "So what if it is (Nori's)? No good, huh?"

In her "corpse-beast" form, Ai Lai transformed all her timidity into aggression: "I didn't say no, I just wanted to get to the bottom of this!"

Facing Ai Lai's all-out attack, Busujima remained completely unfazed, his tone calm yet sharp: "I think... everyone comes to the club for different reasons."

"I won't be satisfied with this kind of childish relationship."