Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

Because of the art exhibition's disbandment, a small number of people without friends chose to go straight home.

This includes Yukino Yukinoshita.

She was holding a book and reading as she walked, completely unaware that a person holding a dagger was staring at her from ahead.

"Here it comes, here it comes. For Tomie's sake, please just die."

Kimura Hirotomo muttered to himself, watching the approaching figure, gripping the dagger in his hand tightly, his face bearing an almost crazed expression.

Yukino Yukinoshita remained oblivious, engrossed in reading the book on eight hundred recipes for British cuisine and ancient poison-making techniques.

Ten meters... eight meters... five meters...

The distance is getting closer and closer.

"Go to hell, Yukinoshita! Blame it on yourself for messing with the wrong person!"

Kimura Hirotomo raised his dagger and charged forward!

There was no fear of killing in his eyes, only a sense of sacredness in completing the mission.

Normal people would be terrified and at a loss when faced with a sudden attack, but Yukino Yukinoshita would not.

After a brief moment of surprise, he assumed the starting stance of Aikido, "Little Mi, don't attack!"

Her flowing hair fell silent again after hearing the loud shout.

She nudged Yukino's lingering lip to express her grievance.

At this moment, Yukino Yukinoshita had no time to comfort it, as an attack was imminent!

He turned to the side, then to the side, grabbing his wrist for leverage—a series of fluid movements.

Kimura Daitomo lost his balance and staggered forward a few steps. Before he could regain his footing, Yukino Yukinoshita had already circled around behind him.

The knee struck his lower back, and with a twist of the hand, the bone snapped with a crack!

"ah!!!"

Kimura Hirotomo let out a scream, fell to his knees, the dagger fell to the ground, and his two wrists were twisted in a bizarre position.

He raised his head, staring at Yukino Yukinoshita with venomous eyes, "You... how dare you..."

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes were cold as she stepped on his back. "Who sent you?"

Upon hearing this, Kimura Daitomo's face broke into a maniacal smile.

"You bitch, blame yourself for messing with the wrong person!"

Before he finished speaking, four more men wielding daggers rushed out of the nearby residential building.

"This is..." Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes widened.

She recognized one of them, a student at Shuchiin Academy, who was also Tomie's simp.

His appearance made Yukino Yukinoshita realize who the attackers were.

"Tomie!" she cursed through gritted teeth, her movements swift and decisive, crushing Kimura Otomo's ankle.

With another scream, he picked up the dagger, stood up, and charged at the others.

"The first one."

As Yukino Yukinoshita spoke, she slashed his arm with a backhand stroke, then turned and stabbed him in the stomach with the dagger.

The Shuchiin student collapsed to his knees amidst screams, rendered unable to resist.

The remaining three men, seeing this, exchanged glances and surrounded Yukino Yukinoshita from three directions.

But clearly, it didn't work.

As three screams rang out, Yukino Yukinoshita stood among them, covered in blood.

"Who sent you?" Even though she already knew the answer, Yukino Yukinoshita still asked.

Perhaps the pain awakened a sliver of reason, because someone actually answered.

"It's... Tomie... it's Tomie-sama!"

"She said she would only agree to have dinner with me if I got rid of you."

Upon hearing the answer, Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes grew even colder. She raised her foot and kicked him directly in the face.

They repeated the process until all five people were unconscious, then took out their phones and dialed the police.

……

Red Moon Orphanage.

With all the children gone to school, only Edogawa Ranpo, an elderly man living alone, remained here.

Sitting in a wooden rocking chair in the courtyard, holding a palm-leaf fan, I enjoy a rare moment of peace and quiet.

Perhaps because he didn't have many days left to live, the old man would often reminisce about the past.

Investigate evil people, eliminate evil spirits, slay demons, and seal away monsters.

In his later years, he retired to a life surrounded by his children and grandchildren, and he had no regrets in his life.

The old dean smiled contentedly, and two faint beeping sounds could be heard.

I opened my eyes and saw an ice cream truck parked in the yard.

The old dean seemed to have anticipated all of this, and didn't even change his sitting posture.

"Yas, are you here to collect this old man's corpse?"

"Don't joke around. I'm still young and don't want to die so soon."

A handsome ice cream vendor got out of the car and handed two ice creams to the old dean.

"Your time is running out. Haven't you thought about extending your life?"

The old dean didn't answer, but took the ice cream and took a bite.

The strawberry flavor was cloyingly sweet, but it was a normal ice cream.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Yas's expression became more serious. "Ranpo, do you remember our promise?"

"What, I'm not even dead yet, and you're already eager to start killing again?" the old dean said casually.

His pact with this demon also stemmed from a game.

The winner makes a pact.

He won by sheer luck thanks to Reiko's help.

Therefore, while he is alive, As must not attack humans, and must step in to deal with other monsters when they come to Neon.

This is why As faced off against Nefui and almost got killed.

"So live on." As crouched down to be at eye level with the old headmaster. "As long as you live, this promise will remain valid."

The old dean laughed, like a playful old man.

"You're afraid that after I die, no one will be able to control them, aren't you?"

Yas's expression changed. After a long pause, he simply stated the matter directly: "Yes, you must know how dangerous they are. That guy named Mercury, and Tomie, even Yoshimura Eto—after you die, will anyone be able to control them?"

"I'm just an old man, a withered tree and a decaying stump." The old headmaster picked up his palm-leaf fan again. "To die peacefully in one's sleep is quite good."

Yass fell silent, looking at the old man before him with a complex expression.

He's known this kid for over sixty years.

From a spirited young detective to a frail old man.

I have witnessed too much, and I have also lost too much.

"Ranpo, I can help you," Yass said in a low voice.

Ever since Nefui almost killed him, he was genuinely afraid that a few more madmen would appear.

Of course, there may be reasons why he doesn't want to talk about it.

A friendship from the devil.

The old dean remained silent, and that in itself was an answer.

"Ranpo! That energy you had when you were young..." Asa said anxiously.

"As," the old dean interrupted him, his eyes filled with nostalgia, "it is because of the brevity of human life that we can shine so brightly, just like Reiko. I miss her a little."

"Ranpo..."

"Stop being so wishy-washy," the old headmaster interrupted him again. "You're a demon, a demon! Can you really feel sorrow for humans?"

"Yes, you are the first person to make the Great Demon sad."

Yas didn't say those words aloud. He silently stood up and walked towards the ice cream truck.

"Ranpo, I will come to mourn for you in a month."

This was the most heartfelt blessing he could utter.