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

“Well then, Kondo-san,” Okita Sougo said expressionlessly, raising a finger, “how about you tell me now that what you actually like is your breasts?”

"Is it your breasts that you like..." Kondo Isao stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and praised, "Not bad, Sougo!"

This cleverly avoids the risk of the other party becoming jealous, and also doesn't seem hypocritical.

It also gives people a sense of sincerity, as if you are the only one in my eyes!

Perfect! There couldn't be a more standard answer.

"Not bad my ass!" Fourteen finally couldn't hold back any longer, veins popping on his forehead, and roared at the two of them, "This is blatant sexual harassment, you bastards!"

"Whoa..." Sougo's sadistic eyes immediately locked onto Hijikata, and a dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, our righteous Demon Vice-Commander, Mr. Hijikata, must have a better answer that can both preserve his integrity and perfectly resolve this situation, right?"

"Cough cough...this...that..." Hijikata, who had been suddenly outmaneuvered, panicked instantly. His eyes darted around, he coughed twice, his brain working frantically, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Right...right! I'll say I don't like breasts, but rather butts, so...how about that?"

“Terrible…” Kondo shook his head, pulled out a small sign that read “2 points” from somewhere, and flashed it.

"Not innovative enough." Sougo followed suit, expressionlessly holding up another sign that also read 2 points.

Fourteen was so angry he gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his face flushed red—those two bastards!!

So, what exactly are you scoring?!

And what the heck is this scoring standard?!

Why do I only get 2 points?!

Is it already beyond saving...?

"No—!!" Just as Iori's consciousness was about to be swallowed by darkness, and she was about to give up thinking and accept her fate of being slapped, [the sentence was incomplete].

A powerful fighting spirit surged from the depths of his heart like wildfire. His brain, which had been on the verge of shutting down, was instantly activated, as if injected with a vial of highly concentrated flammable oolong tea!

"I need to think about it one more step! Then I'll find an answer that's both affirmative and negative..."

[Think fast! My brain!!]

Immerse yourself in that boundless ocean of thought, and dance freely beneath that sky woven with logic and sophistry!

The most suitable answer to this question is—

“I…” Iori’s eyes were firm as she uttered the best answer she had come up with after much thought: “I only like the right… breast!”

"Genius—!! I can't think of any other word besides that to describe my admiration at this moment..."

"It's hard to imagine that this is an answer that a carbon-based organism's brain could deduce; it's simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

At this moment, Chisa might think that asking about sexual orientation directly is a perfectly normal question.

The top-tier intellectual battles in "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" fill all onlookers with complex admiration—a sense of awe at the limits of human intelligence.

The ultimate answer to "Both Affirmation and Denial"—he actually found it!

Just when everyone thought this was a lifeless, logical dead end, they actually carved out an unprecedented path in that dark wilderness with their unconventional thinking...

Faced with this seemingly invincible answer, even Chisa was stunned without a word, and the scene suddenly fell into an eerie atmosphere.

What kind of answer is this? Or does he have some strange fetish?

[And ultimately, what she really wanted to ask was whether he liked women or not, so why was she just being idiotic...]

"You're just spouting nonsense!" Chisa said, rubbing her forehead in exasperation.

The world of spring things

"She's just spouting nonsensical nonsense..." Hikigaya looked at Chisa on the screen, who had finally given up on communicating. He couldn't bear to look at her and covered his face with his hands, letting out a sigh filled with complex emotions.

"Senior Chisa, before you criticize others, you'd better reflect on your own problems first!"

Do you like breasts? — That's a really strange question!

It's already quite an achievement that Iori-senpai was able to find an answer that could avoid being slapped in such a short time...

He even admired Iori-senpai's answers; they never disappointed him.

Although this answer seems... (For super exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Well, it is a bit perverse, but at least it really avoided the vicious cycle of getting slapped, right?!

Ms. Hiratsuka sighed softly, "There isn't a single normal person in this group..."

This passionate teacher, unusually, did not light a cigarette. She held her forehead, her face filled with a sense of helplessness about what was wrong with today's youth.

She even felt that her teaching career was facing an unprecedented challenge—all of them were people with incomprehensible thought processes!

In stark contrast to Hikigaya's "admiration" that resonated with a strange sense of unease, Yukino and Hiratsuka shared a similar view: regardless of how Iori answered the question, his essence was perverse.

Because the very premise of this problem is already deeply marked by "perversion".

"Enough, I'll just ask Shiori directly." Unable to contain herself any longer, Chisa pulled out her phone; asking that way would be faster.

However, just as Chisa was about to dial the number, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps sounded behind her, accompanied by the clanging of metal.

A voice they knew all too well, yet which now sounded strangely relieved, came through: "Are you trying to contact Xiao Shiori? That's good... I made it in time..."

[Kouhei was seen embracing a large chainsaw, with two katana swords slung across his waist like a samurai.]

Even more chillingly, his left arm was covered with a whole row of objects resembling hand grenades, bound together with industrial tape and what appeared to be detonators!

[And under his arm, he tightly tucked a large bundle of seemingly unstable cylindrical explosives.]

"You made it?! What did you make it to?!" Both Iori and Chisa were somewhat astonished by the striking outfit.

"Dude, where did you pull all that stuff out of?! Three hand grenades, three detonators—this equipment is ridiculous! Are you planning to blow up a bunker?!"

"Holy crap, the most outrageous thing is that he actually said he caught up with it! Caught up with what? The opening of World War II?"

"This can't just be described as 'slightly hardcore,' this is a fucking mobile arsenal!!"

Looking at Kohei's exaggeratedly armed outfit on the screen, which seemed to have stepped out of an arms smuggler's dream, some people from the everyday worldview were already covered in cold sweat.

Hand grenades, detonators, bombs...

Are these really toys that an average college student could get with their pocket money and free time?!

Just look at this outfit...

Everyone started to suspect that this guy might have worked part-time for some mercenary group; this was definitely the attire of a top-tier terrorist!

Chapter 1408 Lord Busujima, whose man was stolen by another man! It hurts so much…

Type-Moon Fate/ZERO World

Inside Einzbern Castle...

Looking at Kohei's equipment on the screen, equipment powerful enough to start a local war, Emiya Kiritsugu, known for his ruthless rationality and willingness to "do whatever it takes to achieve his goals," fell silent.

The cigarette between his fingers paused in mid-air, a rare occurrence, and he was completely unaware as the ash fell.

A look of utter disorientation appeared on that weathered face, a face usually reserved for concealing all emotions: "Do students these days really need to arm themselves with extracurricular activities?"

Chainsaws, samurai swords, grenades, detonators—melee combat, ranged attacks, and targeted demolitions are all prepared; the scene created by combining these elements...

He seems even more "professional" than many of the mercenaries he's dealt with; all he's missing is a sniper rifle!

Irisviel's scarlet eyes turned to Kiritsugu, who was a professional: "Where did he get all these things?"

"This question—" Kiritsugu Emiya paused, looking up at the screen, his tone somewhat complicated, "I want to know too, Alice..."

He is known as the "Magician-Killer" who has roamed the dark corners of the world and dealt with the Magic Association, the Holy Church, and even military organizations of various countries.

Kiritsugu believed he had seen all sorts of vicious and unconventional armed men.

Even he never imagined that he would see such a "plenty" and "reasonable" firepower configuration in a seemingly ordinary college diving club member!

Chainsaws and samurai swords... he could understand that, as they were sold in certain hardware stores or craft shops.

But what about those grenades, and the detonators and explosives?

Can this thing really be bought at the nearby Don Quijote outlet store or on Amazon?

Meanwhile, the chaotic scene outside the window was also observed by Otoya and Busujima inside the shop...

"Is it really that interesting to watch them act up?" Busujima looked at Otsuya with some confusion. "In my opinion, they're just a bunch of mentally ill people."

"Hahaha." Ottoya turned around at the sound, his face showing no disgust or helplessness, but instead a pure and clean smile like sunshine.

"I think it's because everyone here can show their most natural side without any reservations."

Busujima gazed out the window at the chaotic scene, sighing as if talking to herself, "Kitahara always leads others astray, making me sometimes say very harsh things too."

“But, Miss Sakurako—” Otoya tilted his head, looking at her with his clear, untainted eyes, a genuine look of confusion on his face.

"Since Kitahara-kun came, you've become even more energetic than before."

"Eh..." Busujima was momentarily stunned.

"Outside the window is Resident Evil, inside is a teen romance movie set. This is basically people from different servers forcibly playing cross-server online..."

"In my opinion, they're just a bunch of mentally ill people—goodness, you've figured out the truth, Busujima-senpai."

"You were corrupted by Kitahara? And even made you say such rude things? No, no, no, this is just your true nature being revealed."

Watching the belatedly aware Poison Island, the viewers in front of the screen seemed to see the fate of every newcomer to PaB, and they all closed their eyes in anguish, letting out a cry of disappointment.