Anime Crossover: My Online Romance is Megumi Kato

My reading experience has now reached a professional level, and last night I also leveled up my writing to level 4. I can finally start my relaxed lifestyle.

Before this, I had considered rewriting my past life's novel using my own writing skills, but reading it doesn't mean I can write it completely; without a systematic approach, I'll most likely focus on my studies and not consider making money through writing novels.

Lately, I've been using a popular light novel to gain experience; it's called "Love Metronome."

Today, since he rarely goes out, Yuta Kijima plans to wander around and buy the last two volumes of "Love Metronome".

Since his workplace wasn't far from Akihabara, Yuta Kijima naturally decided to go and experience this holy land of anime and manga.

Half an hour later, after getting off the tram, Yuta Kijima arrived at his destination—the largest light novel shop in Akihabara.

Although it was almost evening, there were still many pedestrians on the street, and various shops were located on both sides of the commercial street, making it look very lively.

Yuta Kijima straightened his slightly disheveled collar and walked into the bookstore.

As soon as I entered the store, I saw "Love Metronome" on the top recommendation. No wonder it's a popular light novel right now.

Seeing the crowd of book lovers gathered around the shelves, Yuta Kijima decided to browse the bookstore first and then come back to buy books when there were fewer people.

He casually glanced around the shop.

I don't know if it's a common impression among light novel stores, but the overall color scheme of the store is uniformly yellow and white.

At first glance, it feels like a cozy bookstore, very clean and tidy.

However, the merchandise displayed in front of the store clearly tells customers that this is a store specializing in selling ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games) culture merchandise.

On both sides of the store entrance, there are illustrations of the male and female protagonists of currently popular anime, as well as all kinds of cosplay costumes and props.

Yuta Kijima glanced at it briefly.

"Wow, this is truly the birthplace of anime and manga! They have everything here."

In his previous life, he had always wanted to travel to Japan. After all, a seasoned anime otaku would be doing a disservice to his otaku nature if he didn't visit Akihabara at least once, but life didn't give him that opportunity.

He had plenty of anime figurines and body pillows around him at the time, but compared to the atmosphere here, they were nothing to talk about.

Now, I've finally fulfilled my wish and traveled to an island nation, but I no longer have the passionate enthusiasm I had in my previous life.

The shift from a consumerist to a creative otaku has given Yuta Kijima a glimmer of hope for the future.

However, with the help of the system, there should be no unexpected events.

In the past month, Yuta Kijima's cooking skills have reached level 5. Master Gundam's cooking skills make it hard for him to have an appetite for food outside. Although he is not usually picky about food, enjoying delicious food is an indispensable experience for people to live.

He wondered if, with continued improvement in his culinary skills, he might one day create dishes that glow and explode like clothes.

It seems that, unexpectedly, one can rule an island nation through cuisine.

Yuta Kijima's mind wandered, but when he thought about the trouble that the cooking might cause him if it became addictive, he shook his head without hesitation and dismissed the idea.

I've personally experienced the improvements the system brings. Right now, the bento boxes I eat out every day taste bland and tasteless. But when I reach level 6, probably no dish can compare to my cooking skills.

Dispelling unrealistic thoughts from his mind, Yuta Kijima began browsing the bookstore.

"..."

Yuta Kijima was surprised to find that the bookstore here even sold 18+ doujinshi. However, what was even more surprising was the strange girl squatting next to the bookshelf.

Kijima Yuta wasn't surprised that girls liked these comics; it was the "hehehe!" sounds coming from the girls that sent chills down his spine.

I finally managed to go out to a bookstore, but I'm afraid I'll run into some pervert from Japan...

Chapter 3, Sawamura

Upon seeing the girl squatting beside the bookshelf making strange, unsettling laughs, Yuta Kijima realized he had to get away from her as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, the girl had already noticed Yuta Kijima standing to the side watching.

Why have you been staring at me like that?

The girl's gaze held a hint of doubt, as if she wondered whether she should call the police.

When the girl looked up, Yuta Kijima realized that she was dressed strangely, like a traditional otaku as described online.

The girl in front of me was wearing thick glasses and a hat. Her face was completely obscured by a mask. She was wearing a light green coat, but unfortunately, the words "Liyue" were not engraved on it.

……

Eriri Sawamura Spencer always thought of herself as a winner in life.

She became a well-known illustrator at such a young age, even though it's not a profession that most people recognize.

Unlike the clichéd plots in most TV dramas, despite being born into a wealthy family, she was not bound by so-called elite education.

The parents have a good relationship, the family is happy and harmonious, and there will be no economic or financial disputes in the future.

but!

No one knows what the real Eriri is like. Everyone only knows that Eriri is the ace of the school's art club. No one knows that she is actually an anime otaku and a famous teacher in the industry.

Damn you, Tomoya! Even if you don't approve of me, I can still buy the new doujinshi myself!

Looking at the boy in front of her, who exuded an aura of being a "normie," Eriri's eyes were filled with disdain.

"Why is a 'real-life' person in this shop, and why is he standing there staring at me?"

Completely unaware that she had attracted attention by making strange noises while browsing her favorite book, Eriri decided to give this pervert a little shock.

"Hey! What have you been doing standing here staring at me since just now?"

Satisfied with her interrogation, Eriri smiled contentedly beneath her mask.

We must now severely punish these "normies" in front of us and prevent the voyeuristic trend from spreading in the island nation.

As Eriri thought about it, she proudly crossed her arms, ready to refute the sophistry of the person in front of her.

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.

At this moment, Yuta Kijima spoke volumes without saying a word, for he had already recognized who was standing before him.

When I was wandering around the school after school to familiarize myself with the environment, I once went to the vicinity of the school's art club.

I was mainly attracted by the crowds at the entrance of the art club. It happened to be when Eriri entered the studio that I caught a glimpse of her, but I remembered it vividly.

With the system's support, Yuta Kijima's memory has reached the level of photographic memory. It's no exaggeration to say that he will now have no problem achieving the top academic ranking in the entire school.

The reason is that the original owner's grades were not very outstanding in the class, and it was best not to be too high-profile after being in the island country for a month.

As he gradually improved, Yuta Kijima decided to take first place in his grade during the final exams.

He hasn't started writing the novel yet, so he's trying to save money wherever possible, but he's confident he can earn enough to live on after he finishes writing it.

After arriving in this world, he discovered that the light novels, comics, and games from his previous life did not exist in this world.

Without the system by his side, Yuta Kijima wouldn't have been confident he could bring his light novel works from his previous life to this world, because reading novels and writing novels are completely different things.

Even if I was a struggling writer in my past life, I wouldn't have been confident enough to write a complete account of all the anime works I've watched.

Now that he has the system and has already leveled up his writing skills to level 4, which is equivalent to that of a professional writer, Yuta Kijima believes that if he continues writing, he will reach the level 5 master in less than a month.

The reason I considered starting with light novel writing is because it's the easiest way to gain experience in writing skills; all I have to do is read current light novel works every day.

They quickly rose to fame with light novels, then adapted them into anime, which in turn spawned a series of products such as games, fan works, and figurines. As long as they created one good work, they could live off it for a lifetime.

Everything will get better gradually.

Closer to home.

I saw Eriri by chance when I saw the student in charge of recruiting for the art club criticizing those students who couldn't draw but were blocking the door.

He couldn't say that Eriri's disguise was meaningless, but it was utterly useless.

Of course, it might be because of her photographic memory. Her golden hair wasn't covered by the hat, and her eyes were as blue as the sky. Although she was wearing glasses and a mask, it didn't seem to help much. In fact, anyone who knew her well would easily recognize her.

Yuta Kijima paused in his breathing, leaned slightly forward, and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Sawamura-kun, what are you doing here?"

The girl's eyes were large, like the deep blue of the ocean.

Her skin was translucent and fair, like a freshly peeled egg, moist and radiant.

As you get closer, a faint, sweet fragrance of a young girl wafts over.

Their eyes met for only a moment.

The girl's eyes clearly reflected her own image.

As Yuta Kijima uttered those words, Eriri felt the surroundings suddenly fall silent.

The girl in front of him opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Eriri's figure suddenly seemed like a long-neglected puppet, her joints as if stuck, and she spoke in a low voice after a long while.

"You! Who are you? How do you know my name?"

Eriri puffed out her cheeks slightly, her canine teeth poised to bite the person in front of her to death.

Eriri is panicking. She has absolutely no recollection of the boy in front of her, which means she doesn't know him at all.

Then there's only one other possibility: the person in front of you knows you.

It seems the pampered young lady persona she's been putting on a show for is about to be torn to shreds.

He wouldn't use this secret to threaten me, would he?

After all, the people who frequent this shop are mostly anime and manga fans, so they're bound to have incorrect ideas about the young ladies in real life.

If he were to say something like, "Sawamura-kun, you wouldn't want people at school to know you're a two-dimensional person, would you?"

What should I do?

Should we call the police? That damn Tomoya! I just asked you to bring me a notebook, and now look what happened!

Looking at Sawamura in front of him, Kijima Yuta felt very strange. It was as if she had suddenly crashed, as if her soul had become a Buddha.

After a moment's thought, looking at Eriri who was almost dressed up like a polar person, Kijima Yuta should know what Sawamura was afraid of.

"Are you worried that I'll tell everyone that we met here? Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who talks big."

"I only came over because I heard some strange noises nearby. I didn't expect to run into Sawamura-kun here."

Yuta Kijima spoke calmly. He wasn't very familiar with this ace of the school's art club, and he never commented on what people liked.

Hopefully, Sawamura-kun won't think too objectively of himself; he doesn't look like a bad person, does he?

I clearly looked in the mirror before going out.