Anime Crossover: Love in Supernatural Everyday Life Has Big Problems

Clutching her handbag, with her adorable big eyes wide open, she spoke with indignant excitement.

"They've already put in a lot of effort to recruit new members and make arrangements for the cultural festival."

"But that big idiot president of the company actually fell asleep in his chair while I went out to prepare other paints!"

That concludes the discussion.

Usami Mizuki paused for a moment.

Several black lines suddenly appeared on her fair forehead, her eyes were unfriendly, and her slender knuckles made a slight cracking sound as she pinched them.

It's as if what's about to happen is something that will incur divine wrath and public resentment.

He paused for a moment to prepare his tone.

as predicted.

next moment.

It seemed as if she wanted to express all the grievances and anger in her heart.

As if suppressing her emotions, Mizuki Usami's cute and clear voice rang out indignantly.

"I had already given up hope on the club president, but he actually fell over and spilled paint while he was sleeping! It's all over the club!"

"The promotional posters that were almost finished and the decorations that I had worked so hard to prepare were all stained with paint, making a complete mess."

"It's still red paint that can't be washed off! The whole club is red now, and the club president hasn't finished cleaning it up yet!"

"Even if I don't have class tomorrow, there's no time to prepare anymore."

"Haha... Club president, you really are..."

Seeing Usami Mizuki's angry expression, she couldn't help but raise her fist and clench it tightly.

He looked like he wanted to beat up the club president right now.

Xiaoshan's face stiffened; he didn't know how to comment or offer comfort.

"That's really...unique..."

I pondered for a long time.

Xiaoshan could only offer such a "tactful" evaluation.

'So, how did the club president become the club president...?'

Vaguely.

Koyama only remembers that the club president was "elected" by the students who graduated from the previous art department.

I don't remember exactly what small mountain I was interested in.

'Could it be because he's the oldest...?'

thinking in mind.

Xiaoshan also fell silent.

Probably, maybe, probably not...

………………

The best solution Koyama could think of was to recruit new members through a performance at the cultural festival.

But the president ruthlessly blocked this path as well.

The two wanted to complete several days' worth of work, including detailed drawings and posters, in just one day tomorrow.

That's obviously unrealistic.

All of a sudden.

None of them spoke.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The increasingly dim and yellowish twilight seeped into Mizuki Usami's heart.

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'It's all that idiot president's fault, is there still no way to fix it...?'

She gently bit her lip, her fair hands unconsciously gripping her skirt tightly, creating wrinkles.

His eyes drooped, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"Okay... alright, thank you, old man..."

She forced a smile.

Even if they were unwilling, they didn't want to leave the club they had been in for a year.

The last resort also went wrong.

Just as Usami Mizuki was about to accept the results and prepare to go back and give it her all one last time.

Sudden.

A calm voice rang out.

"What do you think of this painting, Usami-san?"

"Hey, this... painting?"

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Chapter 87: I accepted the invitation! It was actually a junior?!

He heard his name called.

Usami Mizuki was slightly taken aback, a hint of dazedness appearing on her fair and adorable face.

'Is it that huge painting?'

react.

Usami Mizuki immediately perked up, suppressing her disappointment and becoming somewhat curious.

Upon entering the office, Mizuki Usami saw this enormous canvas.

After all, with such a large canvas standing so brightly in the background, it's hard not to notice it.

Although he was blocked by Nohara-sensei standing in front of him.

But the painted marks visible above and beside her made Usami Mizuki realize that this should be a painting.

However, I was curious.

However, because she was anxious about the club being disbanded, Mizuki Usami didn't pay much attention to it.

Now we hear Nohara's question.

Usami Mizuki also took a few steps forward, wanting to see more clearly.

Just as Nohara smiled and turned to leave, revealing the canvas behind him...

Suddenly.

The moment the painting came into view.

Usami Mizuki was stunned.

"This...this is..."

A tremor ran through her involuntarily.

Usami Mizuki's clear, bright eyes widened in shock, her pink lips parted as if an egg could fit inside, and her hands, which had been tightly gripping her skirt, fell limply as if all their strength had been lost.

As if frozen in place, they stared blankly at the painting before them.

Rapid heartbeat.

An overwhelming sense of shock welled up within me.

I saw.

Each character is distinct and imaginative, perfectly and meticulously depicted with skillful and unrestrained lines.

It has no color at all, just black and white lines.

The figures seem to leap off the canvas.

I saw.

Under the boundless sky, they converge at the summit of the plateau.

Nearly a hundred characters are seamlessly integrated with an unimaginable layout and artistic skill.

A demon king with a ferocious face and raging demonic flames.

A brave warrior with a resolute and courageous expression, ready to fight and conquer.

Adventurers, captivated by its allure, respond and seek it out.

The town's residents looked on with great anticipation and confidence.

…………

“How strange…”

He murmured to himself unconsciously.

Mizuki Usami felt as if she had entered this incredible world within the painting.

Join the heroes on the road to "Victory".

Evil, courage, passion, friendship, faith...

All sorts of emotions were clearly conveyed to myself through the thin layer of canvas.

Join us.

Is the hero in the painting inviting me...?

In a trance.

It was as if I could see a hero smiling and extending his hand to invite me.

Look at the very center of the canvas.

It was clearly the smallest of the small.

It lacked the awe-inspiring presence of the towering wooden Buddha, the terror of magic covering the sky, and the impact of a casual wave that caused countless demons to swarm around one's side.

He was simply dressed in the most ordinary hero outfit that you could see in any common game.

but.

But it was what truly stirred Usami Mizuki's heart.

Standing at the forefront of the heroes.

It is closest to the Demon King.

Surprisingly, he never looked at the Demon King.

Turn your head to the side.

The high-altitude wind ruffled a few stray hairs, but couldn't obscure the brightness in her eyes.

He was looking back at his companions.

Usami Mizuki even seemed to sense that Mizuki's gaze was looking at her through the canvas.

There was no excessive passion in his eyes, nor any fear whatsoever.

All that remains is peace, confidence, and gentleness.

It was as if the Demon King, who stood high above the Demon City and whose demonic flames burned the sky, was nothing more than air.

Clearly, this hero had great confidence in his companions.