Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

"Original?!" Eriri and Utaha both looked surprised.

The risks of creating original animation are far greater than those of adapting existing popular IPs. Is Seiji Fujiwara taking such a bold first step?

Really unexpected.

“That’s right.” Seiji Fujiwara nodded. “I want to make an anime with a ‘magical girl’ theme.”

"A magical girl?" Eriri was even more surprised.

This subject matter is way too...child-oriented, isn't it?

This is completely out of step with market expectations.

Shiyu frowned as well. She couldn't understand why someone as talented as Seiji Fujiwara would choose such an outdated subject.

Seeing their reactions, Seiji Fujiwara smiled.

“You’ve misunderstood,” he said slowly. “What I’m making isn’t a fairy tale for children, full of love and hope.”

"It is a dark fairy tale about 'hope' and 'despair' dedicated to adults."

His voice seemed to possess a magical quality, instantly captivating the two young girls.

"The core of the story will be extremely cruel. It will deconstruct all the beautiful fantasies surrounding the concept of 'magical girl' in the past. It will explore the price of making wishes, the cruel truth behind heroism, and so on..."

Its name is—

Looking at the two girls in front of him, Seiji Fujiwara uttered, word by word, the name that would one day shock the entire anime world.

"Puella Magi Madoka Magica".

After he finished speaking, the living room fell silent.

Eriri and Utaha were both stunned.

A dark, cruel magical girl anime that explores despair?

This is simply unheard of!

But for some reason, an irrepressible excitement and anticipation rose in their hearts!

While they were still in shock, Seiji Fujiwara's gaze fell on each of them.

Are you interested in participating in this project?

He looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Shiyu, you can join the scriptwriting process."

He then looked at Eriri Sawamura Spencer.

"Eriri, I can join the original animation team too."

"The company has many experienced industry veterans. You will definitely gain a lot from participating in this project."

Hear these words.

Eriri and Utaha were both smitten.

This is an opportunity that others might struggle for five or six years, or even more than ten years, to obtain. They have it within their grasp, so how could they possibly miss it!

“I…I do!” Eriri answered loudly.

There was no longer any shyness or coyness on her face; her eyes burned with a fierce fire.

Shi Yu nodded in agreement and replied with a smile, "I certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity."

"Then wait for my notification, and I'll arrange for you to join the crew at any time." Seiji Fujiwara smiled.

As the boss, one phone call is all it takes to place Eriri and Shiha, two "connected" individuals, into the project team.

……

……

After settling his two "wives" at home, Seiji Fujiwara boarded a plane to Tokyo.

He wants to meet with headhunters to poach a large number of professionals for [Genesis].

at the same time.

Setagaya Ward, Tokyo.

In a detached luxury mansion.

Although it was a mansion owned by a wealthy person, it was filled with a deathly coldness.

Yamada Ryo curled up on the sofa in the living room, her eyes vacant, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air.

A year ago, a devastating fire not only destroyed the hospital my parents ran, but also claimed their lives. What followed was malicious framing by business rivals and an astronomical amount of debt.

Yesterday, bank staff came to the door again and posted an ultimatum.

The mansion where she grew up will be forcibly auctioned off next week to pay off debts.

Even so, the remaining debt is still an astronomical figure that she cannot afford.

Next, let alone going to school, even making a living became a problem.

"I don't have money to find a new place, so I have to stay in an internet cafe."

Yamada Ryo muttered to himself, took out a few crumpled blades of grass from his pocket, and put them in his mouth to chew.

The familiar bitter taste made her feel even more bitter.

"Now, we really will have to live on grass." Yamada Ryo let out a long sigh.

She sat there silently for a long time before standing up like a walking corpse, slinging her bass over her shoulder, and walking out of the mansion that would soon no longer belong to her.

She wandered aimlessly through the streets, her legs, guided by muscle memory, unknowingly leading her to that familiar place—Shimokitazawa, in front of the "STARRY" Livehouse.

"Oh right, I also need to work part-time."

Yamada Ryo rubbed his face with his hands, trying to cheer himself up.

She didn't tell anyone about what happened at home, not even Hongxia.

Because it's no use saying it.

No one can help with that debt.

"Although I'll most likely be discovered eventually, let's hide for a while longer before we are." Yamada Ryo took a deep breath, preparing to push open the door as usual.

Just then, a black sedan drove past her on the street.

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The car window rolled down, revealing a young and handsome profile in the back seat.

That face made Yamada Ryo freeze in his tracks.

Seiji Fujiwara!

That eighteen-year-old genius I saw in the newspaper!

Yamada Ryo's heart skipped a beat.

Seiji Fujiwara, inside the car, did not notice her.

He glanced casually out the window, and a flicker of interest crossed his eyes as his gaze swept over the "STARRY" sign.

'Lonely Rock'...'

Seiji Fujiwara thought of the works he had seen in his previous life.

"Unfortunately, I have an appointment with a headhunter today; business is more important."

"Come back and take a look around when you're done with your work."

He pondered for a moment, then looked away.

The car didn't stop at all, drove straight ahead, and soon disappeared around the street corner.

The whole process took only a few seconds.

But for Yamada Ryo, those few seconds were like a thunderbolt, splitting open her dead, dark world.

Yamada Ryo's mind began to race.

Why don't you try going to see him?

The mere thought made her tremble all over.

Shame, fear, and a hint of excitement that even she herself found unfamiliar were mixed together, assaulting her reason.

But soon, Yamada Ryo calmed down.

Putting aside how outrageous her behavior is, even if Seiji Fujiwara had ideas, how much money could she possibly make from it?

Can it resolve the debt?

Yamada Ryo stood there, stunned.

Just as the Livehouse door opened, Ichiji Nijika's energetic voice rang out: "Ryo! What are you standing there for? Come on in, it's time to start practicing!"

Yamada Ryo was pulled into that familiar and warm basement, her thoughts interrupted.

0 ... 0

She suppressed her thoughts and followed Hongxia into the practice room.

Every afternoon, she would come here to practice with Hongxia, one playing bass and the other drums, preparing to form a band, perform on stage, and even become a star!

……

Soon, the practice began.

Yamada Ryo put aside all distractions and focused entirely on the bouncy ball.

"Qiang——!"

Her fingers danced across the strings, her body instinctively producing the most perfect performance.

Hongxia is as enthusiastic as ever.

The bass and drums played in harmony in the small practice room.

During a break from practice, Hongxia sat on the ground, her eyes shining as she dreamed of the future.

"We must find enough people to form a band for the new school year!"

"Then, we can go to all sorts of music festivals! Then release an album, go on a concert tour! And finally, perform at the Budokan!!"

Yamada Ryo was silent for a moment.

Looking at her friend's bright smile, and then thinking about her own tragic future—a future where she had decided to give up music and life—a huge sense of guilt and resentment welled up in her heart.

Do not……

I don’t want to give up just like that.

I don't want Hongxia's dream to be shattered because of my departure.

Yamada Ryo quietly clenched his fist.

So, let's take a gamble!

Since her life is already ruined, what is there to be afraid of?

Yamada Ryo narrowed his eyes.

After practice, instead of staying to get a free drink as usual, she was the first to leave the Livehouse.

……

……

Back to that cold mansion.

Yamada Ryo found the old newspaper.

She spread the newspaper out on the floor and looked at the report with a serious expression.

In the photo, Seiji Fujiwara's smile is confident and carefree. To his left is a stunningly beautiful girl with long, straight black hair and a cool demeanor. To his right is a blonde girl with twin ponytails and a touch of haughty elegance.

The two of them nestled intimately against Fujiwara Seiji in an extremely natural manner.