In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

Whatever comes to mind comes to mind.

At that moment, Gen Chiya suddenly turned around, and through the gap in the door that was not completely closed, his gaze met that of Toka, who was looking this way from the outside corridor.

Toka was clearly startled by Minamoto Chiyo's sudden turn of her head. Her head, which was pressed against the doorway, moved backward noticeably, and her eyes widened slightly.

But Gen Chiya seemed quite at ease, smiling slightly: "Good morning, Toka."

Rikka turned around and saw her older sister, greeting her energetically, "Good morning, sister! What are we having for breakfast?"

"Good morning... Today we're having pan-fried fish, tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet), vegetable salad, and tofu miso soup."

"Not bad."

"Thank you for your hard work, Shihua."

Shihua shook her head, not feeling that she had worked hard at all.

She pushed the door open and walked in: "What are you all doing here...?"

"Oh, Chiya and I are discussing how to give back to the fans who have supported us all this time."

Rikka didn't think much of it and simply raised her phone to show it to her.

He glanced around the room and saw the rather candid looks in his sister's and Qianye's eyes.

Although my sister's pajamas were rather disheveled, it was probably just due to her usual terrible sleeping posture.

Shihua realized she was overthinking things and didn't say anything more.

After saying "Dinner will be served in half an hour," he left the room without closing the door.

After Rikka sent the message, she waited for several minutes, but there was still no reply.

"They're probably not awake yet. After all, it's only a little past six in the morning. Not everyone is as diligent as me."

"It's amazing that you can say such a thing without blushing."

Gen Chiyo pinched Rikka's little face.

Rikka chuckled foolishly, not only not running away, but actually enjoying this little interaction between siblings, and took the initiative to bring her face closer.

"Alright, let me know if she replies later. I'm going to practice my sword now."

"Understood, sir!"

Gen Chiya chuckled and left Rikka's room.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It's 6:30 in the morning.

The Sawamura family.

Mr. Spencer woke up on time, as always.

My wife wasn't by my side; she must have gone to prepare breakfast.

He hadn't noticed, probably because she was moving very quietly so as not to wake him.

Even after so many years of marriage, his wife still loves him so deeply.

Ugh, it's all my fault for this damn charm.

With a happy smile on his face, he entered the living room, where his beloved daughter had turned on the TV and tuned it to the morning news that he watched every day. There was also a small plate of freshly washed cherries on the coffee table.

Mr. Spencer's smile widened.

Not only his wife, but now even his daughter is becoming more sensible.

Not only did she prepare my favorite TV shows in advance, but she also washed fruit for herself so we could enjoy them together while watching. What a thoughtful daughter she is!

He walked slowly over, coughed softly behind the sofa, which attracted his beloved girl's puzzled look as she turned to look at him. Then he leisurely sat down in front of the sofa.

"My Eriri has really become so sensible." He exclaimed with deep gratitude.

"Huh?" Eriri's expression was even more puzzled.

He smiled slightly; girls of this age are indeed like that.

When praised and affirmed, especially by her great and beloved father, they feel embarrassed and will therefore react in other ways to control their shyness, which is quite normal.

He understands everything.

So Mr. Spencer didn't say much, he just stared at Eriri with a smile that made her start to feel a little uneasy.

Then, he crossed his legs, picked up a cherry, and put it in his mouth.

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, he saw the look of disgust on his beloved daughter's face.

"Dad, what are you doing?!"

"Huh?"

"Hey what? If you want to eat it, go wash it yourself. Besides, you didn't brush your teeth when you just woke up, did you? Oral bacteria multiply all night, and you just eat it directly. Aren't you worried about hygiene?"

Eriri complained, took the washed cherries in her hand, moved her little bottom to sit at the other end of the sofa, far away from her father.

The good mood came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Mr. Spencer's face turned pale, and his eyes gleamed with the last remaining glimmer of hope.

"Eri, didn't you wash this for Daddy to eat?"

"No, I wanted to eat it myself."

He raised his hand shakily and pointed at the television.

"Then this news..."

"I need to watch it myself too. The interview with Chiya is going to air later, and he specifically mentioned that I helped Man with the illustrations in it, saying that it was a great help to him! I have to record it." Speaking of her handsome and gentle childhood friend, Eriri's impatient expression instantly turned into beaming joy, and the word "excited" was written all over her face.

But after she finished speaking, she looked at her father again and her expression of dissatisfaction returned.

"So Dad, stop causing trouble here. I can use the TV this morning. By the way, go brush your teeth. You ate garlic last night, didn't you? Your breath smells awful."

Eriri covered her little nose, while waving her other hand back and forth in front of her in disgust.

"..."

Mr. Spencer sat on the sofa, looking dejected. For a moment, even his thick blond hair seemed to be turning gray.

What happened to the promise that daughters are like warm cotton-padded jackets, the most considerate and heartwarming sweethearts from a past life?

When did things turn out like this? For more than ten years, I have cherished my daughter like a treasure and have never neglected or separated from her. But in the end, she can't compare to the importance of her childhood friend.

Mr. Spencer became even more distressed after realizing this.

But at this moment, Mrs. Sawamura, the soul of the Sawamura family, probably overheard the conversation between the father and daughter in the living room. She felt that her daughter's words were a bit too much, so she hurriedly came over with two cups of coffee.

Mr. Spencer looked at his beautiful wife, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

really.

Daughters are only at their cutest when they are very young.

As she grew up, matured, and developed her own ideas, her innocence gradually faded, replaced by endless disdain and deep estrangement.

His wife was the best. From being attracted to each other to loving each other, and finally walking hand in hand into the hall of marriage, they have been loving and devoted to each other ever since. They have been through thick and thin together, and I believe they will continue to be so in the future, until they grow old together.

When love evolves into kinship, that is your true life partner, your soulmate!

Mr. Spencer smiled with a sense of relief and reached out to take the coffee from his wife's hand, who seemed to radiate holy light from behind.

But Mrs. Sawamura ignored him, even disregarding his outstretched hand, and sat down directly next to Eriri, handing her the extra cup of coffee.

"Eri, it hasn't started yet, has it?"

"No, they're still running ads."

"Phew, luckily I acted quickly. Let me see how Chiya behaves in the interview, and most importantly, how he praises my Eriri."

"Mommy~"

Eriri blushed and gave a coquettish reply.

The two then clinked coffee cups together.

Then, only then did Mrs. Sawamura notice her husband's stiff gesture of extending one hand towards her, and she asked curiously,

"Honey, what are you doing? I didn't have time to cook this morning. Go heat up some toast for yourself. Also, you should shave your beard; it's all messy and looks awful."

Your voice smells bad...

It's messy and ugly...

puff puff!

Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Spencer was hit twice, both critical hits, and his health bar instantly dropped to zero.

If his daughter's previous words were like a knife stabbing into Mr. Spencer's heart.

Now, instead of healing with holy light, his hopeful wife's arrival brought him the Eye of Medusa, which petrified him, stole his soul, and plunged him into the abyss of darkness.

Mr. Spencer nodded mechanically. No longer needing to exist, having lost something important to support him, his eyes also lost their light. He slowly stood up.

The wife and daughter were unaware of anything amiss with the breadwinner of their family.

Or rather, you discovered it, but couldn't be bothered to deal with it.

Because the news has already started.

The first news item the announcer broadcast was about Yuan Qianye. After a brief introduction, the camera switched to a scene of on-site interviews.

The young man, with several microphones shoved in his face, had striking features and a handsome appearance, exuding the same domineering charm as always.

His achievements are clearly marked in bold font below the television.

He displayed remarkable poise and elegance when interviewed by numerous reporters.

Mrs. Sawamura covered her mouth in surprise: "I really didn't expect to see Chiya like this on TV. Speaking of which, he's really photogenic. Did he put on makeup before the interview?"

Eriri watched with delight: "No, Chiya's skin is naturally very good, and he also pays attention to exercise, so he doesn't have pimples on his face like other boys. This is his most natural appearance."

"Ah, speaking of you, Eriri! He said your illustrations were a huge help to him, perfectly capturing the effect he envisioned. You really did help out seriously during that time. I thought you were just using that as an excuse to go and have some fun with Rikka."

"Shh, Mom, stop talking! We can't hear Qianye's voice anymore!"

Eriri grabbed the remote and slammed the volume up.