Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

My name is Juuzou Suzuya, and I've lived in "hell" since I was a child.

That's right, it's "Hell." That's the name my companions, who were my pets, gave to that place.

I don't think it was hell, it was just a bit painful.

It was tough at first, but later on, the pain became a daily occurrence.

I never thought the ghoul who adopted me was a bad person, nor did I ever hate her.

At least, she kept me alive.

Of course, if I had the chance to kill "Mom", I would definitely kill her without hesitation.

It just seems like there's no hope left in this lifetime.

Until that incident happened...

The ghoul restaurant was slaughtered by another group of ghouls!

"Mom" was also killed in the chaos. I saw with my own eyes that Mom was trampled into a pulp by a huge one-eyed monster.

Just when I thought I was going to die too, the monster didn't make a move.

Instead, they threw me into an orphanage.

There, I met a strange old man, whom we usually called the old dean, and a few other relatively friendly companions.

The old dean said I should call them older sister and younger sister.

And so I stayed at the orphanage, where the old director would teach me things that normal people would learn every day.

It's said to be helpful for future campus life.

That's right, it's time to go to school.

This is what she is doing right now.

……

Let's turn our attention back to the present.

Juuzou Suzuya sat in the passenger seat of the supercar, curious about everything inside.

What intrigues me most are the two people glued to the driver's seat.

The old dean had told her about these two, one named Tomie, and the other named Mo... Moli?

The woman was on the bottom, and the man was on top, all squeezed into a small driver's seat.

That's right, the woman is on the bottom.

"You son of a bitch! Move forward a little!" Tomie put her hands on either side of him, gritting her teeth as she braced herself against his back.

She felt like the physical device on her chest was being squeezed into a two-dimensional shape.

"Don't move, just hang in there. It's uncomfortable for me to sit on you." Mercury tried to suppress his smile, one hand still casually resting on the steering wheel. "There are only two seats. You insisted on coming along. I can't exactly hold this kid in my arms."

"Who do you think this is your fault!" Tomie roared, slamming her fist into his "thigh." "From now on, you're not leaving my sight unless you break up with that bitch."

"*! You, Wu Zetian, are widowed and have lost Li Zhi!?"

Upon seeing where Tomie was going to strike, Mercury quickly squeezed his legs together, trapping her hand inside.

That bitch, she's fucking ruthless!

"Since you're going to use it on that bitch anyway, you might as well let it rest for a while."

Upon hearing this, Mercury shuddered and adopted a deadpan expression.

This is absolutely outrageous.

How exactly do those time-travel protagonists manage to sort out their emotions so clearly?

He even enjoyed the blessings of having multiple wives.

That's simply impossible.

Not to mention Tomie, Yukinoshita Yukinoshita is first-rate.

Even someone as fierce as Yui Yuigahama wouldn't share her husband with another person.

Mercury glanced at Tomie and decided to change the subject, "Let's send this kid to school first."

Juuzou Suzuya: "ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ……"

Is it all done?

She was quite eager to see this farce unfold.

……

the other side.

Inside a yakitori (rice porridge) shop in a quiet corner of Tokyo.

The old dean was drinking with an old man named Qi Er.

A few strings of lanterns, eel, and Wagyu beef paired with sake create a unique and appealing dish.

"Speaking of which, it's been quite a few years since we last met." Keiji raised his sake and clinked it against the old dean's.

"It's been about five years." The old dean took a sip of his wine, his gaze falling on his old friend's wrinkled face, his tone tinged with melancholy, "You've aged quite a bit."

They have known each other for decades.

It seems that this old friend is now in his twilight years.

"Hahaha, I really don't have many years left to live." Keiji raised his glass, his eyes showing no fear of death whatsoever.

"I should have died long ago. If it weren't for you and the Medicine Seller, I probably would have been a puppet of that sword for who knows how long."

As he reminisced about the past, Qi Er's eyes gradually became hazy, the effects of the alcohol rising in his head, and even his tone became tinged with melancholy.

His grandfather was resurrected by the Resurrection Sword, and he himself was even resurrected once.

For some reason, he killed the previous host of the Resurrection Sword.

Then he became the puppet of the Resurrection Sword in this generation, until he met Edogawa Ranpo and the Medicine Seller.

They rescued him directly from the abyss of being a puppet and even sealed the sword.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed...

"Ahem, let's get down to business," the old dean interrupted his reminiscence.

I was just an assistant in that matter; the one who really put in the effort was the medicine seller.

"Yes, yes, let's get down to business. People just love to reminisce when they get old."

When it came to serious matters, Keiji's expression also became serious.

"Do you know that the ghoul you adopted... I mean, that girl, has already crossed the line that we can tolerate?"

And that boy who could salt things, although not quite lawless, was still quite unscrupulous.

And then there's that guy named Matsuzaka Satou. An investigation revealed he actually dressed up as Spider-Man, broke into a wealthy man's house, and used the stolen money to register a company.

At this point, his expression turned serious. "Ranpo, I've suppressed all these things for you, but this society isn't about reasoning with fists. You have to restrain them."

The old dean didn't reply, and took another sip of wine.

He knew better than anyone that when a person possesses power far exceeding that of ordinary people, chaos and arrogance will inevitably arise, and conceit will be unavoidable.

Only by letting them experience things firsthand can their minds truly mature.

Over the years, he has also been instilling correct values ​​in his children.

However... the results were far from ideal.

Keiji: "Ranpo, are you even listening to me?"

"What's the panic?" the old dean said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Keiji nearly suffered a heart attack.

"You've already lost your mind? Aren't you panicking?!"

Why are you so agitated?

"How can I not be excited?" Qi Er glared angrily, pointing out the window, "The safety of the entire Japan, including the capital, the prefecture, the county, and the forty-three counties, and more than one hundred million people, rests on my shoulders!"

Upon hearing this, the old dean put down his wine glass and gently stroked the rim with his fingertips.

"Qi Er." His voice was low but steady. "What I bear on my shoulders is how they will live their lives in the future."

Qi Er was taken aback, and the effects of the alcohol seemed to dissipate somewhat.

"They are not ordinary children; each of them has a fatal flaw," the old headmaster said.

Tomie's alluring desires, Sugar's twisted emotions, Eto's utopian dreams, Natsume's excessive gentleness, Mercury's disregard for rules...

He cannot restrain, he can only guide.

He also believed that these children would never kill innocent people indiscriminately.

"Sometimes, having power itself makes people uneasy. Let these kids keep a low profile. As for the rest, if those people dare to say anything again, I'll slap them across the face." With that, Qi Er clinked glasses with the old dean again.

"Haha, are they scared?" the old dean joked.

"Some people are scared, a bunch of cowards," Qi Er readily admitted.

Where could the Bronze Tree missile land?

What if that little monster assassinates a high-ranking official?

Why do their superiors want to crack down on the parasites? It's because they're afraid they'll grow stronger.

They're always afraid of this and that, but why aren't they afraid of things crawling out of the sea?

"A bunch of scoundrels," Qi Er cursed again.

"Let's not talk about them anymore, come on, let's drink." The old dean raised his glass again.

He neither agreed to nor rejected Keiji's proposal.

"Sigh~ Let's drink."

"drink."