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

[This single name was enough to draw Ichiro Kohei, fully armed, to the rendezvous point.]

Like a knight entrusted with a sacred mission, he uttered a deafening vow in the direction of Senior Azusa: "From this day forward, I pledge my lifelong loyalty to you, my lady!"

[In order to lure Chisa here, Iori went to great lengths, weaving a lie that she was going diving...]

Thus, on the speedboat heading to the deserted island, the following scene unfolded—

[Iori was on all fours, her entire body like a well-designed human luggage rack, firmly planted on the deck, with a huge waterproof bag on her head.]

[Chisaki sat expressionlessly on his back, clutching an oxygen tank, but her throbbing temples and clenched fists betrayed her impending rage.]

Looking at this surreal scene, Otoya couldn't help but ask, embarrassed, "Um... Kitahara-kun, isn't that position... tiring?"

Upon hearing this, Iori, who was lying face down on all fours, gave a hearty laugh: "I'm used to it, it's okay."

"Wait a minute! Got used to it? You can get used to this thing? Your adaptability is just too strong!"

"I remember someone saying 'I hate lying and dishonesty the most,' right, Iori? Your principle is quite flexible, isn't it?"

Looking at the human chair in the picture, which was sitting on all fours, as steady as a dog, and even had a "homey and cozy" feel, the onlookers gradually went from being shocked to admiring it.

What should I say...

How much grueling, inhumane real-world training did they endure to hone their skills with this human chair?!

The most outrageous thing is, how the hell can they get used to it?!

Could you be the legendary genius gamer, "M"?

Gintama World

"I see, I'm used to it..."

Inside the Shinsengumi headquarters, Kondo Isao stood with his arms crossed, looking solemnly at Iori, who was willingly serving as a "human chair" on the light screen, with a hint of mutual sympathy in his eyes.

"That guy must have had a really tough time..."

“Looking back now…” Kondo’s tone suddenly became deep, as if he were lost in distant memories.

"I also went through countless trials and tribulations, and poured out my hard work day and night, before gradually getting used to my current identity and mission..."

“Kondo-san…you…” Upon hearing this heartfelt sentiment, Fourteen, who was standing to the side, was moved and stopped lighting his cigarette, a hint of tenderness flashing in his resolute eyes.

Indeed, they fought their way from the small town of Mushu to Edo, growing from unknown country bumpkins into the beloved Shinsengumi.

It was truly not easy; the road ahead was filled with untold hardships...

Just as Fourteen was immersed in a rare moment of reflection, Kondo Isao said in a deep voice: "To be an excellent stalker—"

"Why is there a stalker here?!" Fourteen suddenly sprang to his feet, pointing at Kondo's nose and roaring wildly, "He's a cop, isn't he?!"

What trials and tribulations? What hard work and sweat?!

So, after all this time, are you summarizing your experiences as a stalker?

Give it back to me! Give me back the feeling I had!

"Hahaha, don't worry, Fourteen." Kondo Isao laughed heartily without any concern, giving Fourteen a thumbs up and showing off his shiny teeth.

"I'm completely used to the new identity of a stalker now!"

"Is this a matter of getting used to it or not?!" Fourteen smirked speechlessly. "What are you so proud of, you police chief?"

“You don’t understand, Fourteen.” Kondo shook his head mysteriously, adopting an air of seasoned experience: “Being a good stalker isn’t that easy.”

Every punch from Miss Tae, every spiked club, even those finishing moves comparable to the Kaioken...

It contains a deep and profound love!

A stalker can't grasp such a deep meaning, which means...

The harder you hit me, the more it proves that Miss A-Miao is hopelessly in love with me!

"A spiked club? Kaioken? What kind of miserable life have you been living, Kondo-san?" Fourteen weakly rubbed his forehead, lit the belated cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"The reason why they can't understand is because a typical stalker would have been killed long ago."

This is an optimistic mindset bordering on the abnormal.

Just like that guy on the screen who was acting as a "human chair" and looked so proud of it...

Fortunately, with the kind persuasion of her seniors, Chisa reluctantly left the human chair, and Iori was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Chisa, I tricked you into coming here."

"Show me your sincerity by showing me the number of ribs you've broken..."

Meanwhile, Otoya learned of the two's romantic relationship from Kotobuki-senpai and excitedly approached Chisa.

"What do you like about Kitahara-kun?"

"Eh... ah... this..." Chisa froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, her eyes darting around in panic, cold sweat instantly soaking her back.

One minute has passed—

"Uh... well..." Faced with Otoya's expectant eyes, Chisa's brain raced, but she found she couldn't list a single decent advantage.

Three minutes have passed—

[Sweat streamed down Chisa's face, her brow furrowed, her expression one of struggle and anguish, as if she were facing an unsolvable world-class mathematical conjecture.]

[After five long minutes of agonizing waiting—]

Chisa's mind trembled violently, and she finally managed to squeeze out an answer that even she herself couldn't believe: "For example... he... he can eat a lot...?"

"I see!!" Otsuya exclaimed excitedly, as if he had heard a romantic confession, "Anything else??"

[Another five minutes passed in despair—] (For super-exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Chisa pressed her hands tightly against her overloaded, spitting-out head, and trembling as she squeezed out an even more absurd answer: "When...when you eat...do you chew slowly...?"

"Hahaha... What the heck is this slow and careful eating? I never thought that one day it would actually be a good thing."

"Enough, Otsuya! Let Chisa go! She's really squeezed herself dry in her efforts to dig out something from Iori's barren wasteland of merits."

Watching Chisa's breakdown on screen, from panic to confusion, from confusion to pain, and finally almost losing her soul, everyone was already laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Look what you've driven the child to! If you keep asking, your brain will really be overloaded.

After all, that's Iori!

A man whose merits are so scarce that they need to be painstakingly extracted from basic life activities such as "eating" and "breathing".

"Large appetite" and "slow and careful chewing" are already medical miracles.

Qingyin girl world

"Iori-senpai's strengths..."

The lawyer crossed her arms, grimaced, and thought for a long time, her face contorted like a mask of pain. Finally, she slumped onto the table like a deflated balloon.

"No, this question is way beyond the syllabus!! It's even harder than the last question on the math final exam!!"

Ritsu clutched her short hair in despair, feeling like she was beginning to understand the despair Chisa-senpai had felt back then—

It's like the helplessness of trying to dig out treasure in a barren desert—there's simply no way to start!

"Advantages...advantages..."

Daiyu was drawing circles on her head with her fingers when suddenly her eyes lit up, and it was as if a physical light bulb was flashing above her head: "I've got it—!!"

"Senior Iori never lies, isn't that a virtue (Wang Wang Zhao)?"

Although his way of speaking and expressing himself is strange, it's precisely because he insists on not lying!

"I suppose so... but, Yui."

Akiyama Mio pointed helplessly at the screen and reminded him, "Didn't he just lie and trick Chisa-senpai into going to the deserted island?"

Daiyu froze instantly, the light bulb above her head went out with a "snap," and she continued to count on her fingers, unwilling to give up: "Well... so being straightforward is definitely a good thing, right?"

"You mean he often runs around naked?" Sawako-sensei casually picked up a snack from the table and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling, "That's certainly quite frank."

"Eh... eh? What about the fact that you can hold your liquor really well?"

"The basic requirement for joining this club is your alcohol tolerance, right..."

"So, after diving and coming ashore, they'll drink alcohol and play guitar??"

Do you consider this an advantage?

Uh—stay—

With a soft "bang," Daiwei's overworked brain finally shut down, white smoke rising from her head as a sign of overload, and she slumped limply into the chair.

"I'm sorry, Iori-senpai..." Yui struggled to get up, rested her head on the table, and murmured, "I've done my best."

P.S.: How about the next world, the Stone Age? Maybe some primitive scientific marvels?

Chapter 1432: Being able to do subtraction...is that a good thing?

Just as Chisa's CPU was about to burn out completely, Iori suddenly snapped her fingers proudly, drawing everyone's attention.

"Smack—"

[I saw that Iori's face was full of smugness, urging me to keep praising him. He spoke in his broken, broken English, "Oh Honey, can't you mention any good qualities besides eating?"]

As soon as he finished speaking, Chisa seemed to be pushed into a deeper mental predicament, her face scrunched up in pain, feeling an unbearable headache.