A crossover anime, where people are in Classroom of the Imaginary Era, and behind the scenes, the ki

It can be said that Koro-sensei perceived all of this simply through his extraordinary senses.

therefore.

Knowing all this, Ayanokoji Atsuomi naturally couldn't let this awkward misunderstanding continue to fester.

"Koro-sensei, please don't misunderstand."

A deep male voice came over the radio:

"We communicate privately, which is also for the sake of confidentiality."

"Otherwise, once some things are leaked out, they can easily cause unnecessary trouble, which is completely unnecessary for either of us right now."

Koro-sensei merely snorted dismissively at this:

"Since that's the case, let's get straight to the point while there are no outsiders here."

"Otherwise, once we're in the back room, we won't have time to play any more negotiation tricks with you."

Ayanokoji Atsuomi smiled upon hearing this, and explained helplessly:

"Actually, my proposed collaboration with Su Wei is quite simple."

"As long as upon his return, there is a confirmed surviving explorer from the White House in the inner space of his 'Map of Mountains and Rivers'."

"As long as he is willing to release the person, he can choose any item from our underground prop warehouse based on this head."

“I know that some of you possess ‘item catalogs’ that can appraise items. When it comes to identifying the quality of otherworldly items, you are far more authoritative than us blind folks. This is a sure win for you.”

"There is only one item that is absolutely not allowed for you to choose and take away."

"As for Ryuen-kun..." Ayanokouji Atsuomi paused for a moment, "Due to its special nature, we can only explain the specifics after you enter the back room and witness firsthand the temporary laboratory we have set up inside."

"Of course."

To demonstrate the White House's sincerity, Atsuomi Ayanokoji decisively offered his bargaining chip:

"To show our sincerity, I can let you choose any three items for self-defense from our outer storeroom before you officially enter the back room!"

however.

These seemingly generous words had barely faded from his lips.

Sakayanagi Arisu, who had arrived here earlier with the first large contingent, suddenly stepped forward and questioned:

"Mr. Ayanokouji, as far as I know, the ownership of these unusual items in the hands of the White House is not entirely in your possession, is it?"

"Is it appropriate for you to use shared public property to engage in private favor-buying and selling?"

Ayanokoji Atsuomi remained noncommittal, his voice coming coldly from the radio:

"I can only say that these items used as bargaining chips are not included in the scope of my previous transaction with your father."

“The youngest daughter of the chairman of the Advanced Development Institute… You don’t need to call me here.”

She was met with astonished gazes from the White House staff who were unaware of her identity.

Sakayanagi Arisu turned her head slightly, too lazy to pay attention to Ayanokouji Atsuomi's seemingly tough but actually guilty response, and continued to press:

"With your intelligence network, it shouldn't be difficult for you to know what the most pressing issue we're facing right now is."

"I hope your so-called cooperation, and that mysterious forbidden artifact, are truly worth it..."

"Don't waste our precious time."

Ayanokoji Atsuomi toned down his sharp tone and said earnestly:

"I can't guarantee anything else, but I'm confident that I'm not bad at seizing opportunities."

"I won't waste any more time with words. You'll find out everything once you enter the white laboratory in the back room."

With that, a soft "click" sounded, and the broadcast was unilaterally cut off, silencing Ayanokoji Atsuomi.

Only a group of people were left looking at each other in the spacious underground space.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru, who had been standing in front of the crack in the back room that emitted an eerie yellow light, suddenly pulled down his blindfold, his six pale blue eyes staring at the edge of the crack.

He held up his finger.

Looking around the crack, one sees a massive mechanical gate, clearly made of metal by humans, used for observation and stabilizing the passage.

Gojo Satoru turned his head, flashed a confident smile at everyone, and said:

"Although the shape of this entrance is slightly different from the ones that occasionally appear in my world."

"But the essence of this distorted space remains unchanged."

"Teacher, I'll go in first and scout it out for everyone."

Jiraiya stroked his chin and placed his hand on the scroll at his waist, then followed Gojo Satoru into the doorway that emitted a dim yellow glow.

The remaining students, of course, couldn't just obediently stay where they were and wait for the two teachers inside to confirm that it was absolutely safe before going in.

People like Sakayanagi Arisu and Ryuen Sho have at least participated in the Black Ball exam multiple times.

It's not like they wouldn't dare to take such a small, unknown risk, and wouldn't be satisfied until the teacher chewed the food and fed it to them.

Almost when Jiraiya was halfway inside the door frame.