Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

"This one, the grilled pork ochazuke set meal." Kerry chose a set meal that looked fairly normal.

As the two sat down amidst greetings, the man at the other table glanced at his daughter, who had instantly become tense.

"It seems that only your Xiuhua district in Tokyo is on holiday because a student witnessed the murderer. Those two young men look to be about your age. Why don't you go and say hello?"

The pink-haired girl, whose pronunciation sounded like "one person" or "one li" (which is actually written as "du"), shook her head repeatedly.

"No... no need."

P.S.: Goto Ichiri: From Lonely Rock

Description: Socially awkward, likes to be praised, honest, and easy to bully.

PS2: I really want to play pachinko every day and have Goto Ichiri play guitar to support me! (And then she cheats on me with Kita Toshio!)

PS3: Speaking of which, friends in the old book group should know that the original storyline was for Xiangzi, but it was too tragic and might attract criticism, so it was rewritten. 22

Chapter Seventeen: Birth and Debut

He Zhen's meal was served very quickly, while Kerry's was served a little slower.

There were no chairs here; the seats were futons, and people would kneel on the futons to eat. However, Kerry sat in a standard undead sitting posture, with one knee raised and his hand resting on it.

Kerry watched as Kazuma leisurely poured the raw egg onto the rice, then sprinkled on the sauce, stirred it, and looked troubled.

Kazuma noticed Kerry's gaze.

"Do you want some? How about we exchange some food later? I haven't eaten yet."

"No."

"I'm starting to eat," Kazuma said softly, then lowered his head to eat.

Kerry declined He Zhen's hospitality, and after his food was served, he looked at the bowl, which was only the size of his fist, and shook his head.

Japanese people generally eat very small portions; a normal Chinese person could eat about two servings of food at once.

I broke open a disposable chopstick, put a piece of pork into my mouth, and was immediately overwhelmed by the sweet and pungent smell.

Yes, most inexpensive restaurants in Japan feature sweet flavors.

The beef rice bowl is sweet, the grilled meat rice bowl is sweet, the hamburger patty sauce is sweet, the pork cutlet rice bowl sauce is sweet, the eel rice bowl is sweet, and all the side dishes in the bento boxes are sweet.

Moreover, the pork tastes much stronger than the neighbor's. I don't know if the reason is because Japan still relies heavily on imported meat, and animal protection associations in those countries have stepped up their efforts, resulting in incomplete bleeding.

Fortunately, Kerry had already gotten somewhat used to the taste after eating it in the mental hospital.

After eating the meat and half of the rice, I poured the tea soup into the rice and finished it all. As for the various side dishes that came with the set meal, I wasn't very interested.

Seeing that the two had finished eating, Tian Gong, who was standing nearby, came over again. He seemed to have already eaten and was just resting there.

"How is it? Are you satisfied? The country dishes here are not as good as those in Tokyo. I heard that many small shops in Tokyo are opened by graduates or ex-students from Totsuki Academy, and the taste is amazing."

"It's fine," Kazuma replied.

"By the way, I haven't asked your names yet."

"Sato Kazuma." Kazuma didn't think much of it and just gave his name.

“Shimura Danzo,” Kerry said without batting an eye.

Upon hearing Kerry's words, Kazuma Sato almost couldn't hold back, forcibly controlling his facial muscles to make a suppressed laugh expression.

However, he clearly held it in, but the people at the other table couldn't.

Even if you're not into anime, any young Japanese person who frequently goes online is bound to know about this national phenomenon.

"Yili! How could you be so careless and spray all the soup out? I'm so sorry, boss lady!"

"It's alright, it's alright! Mr. Goto, you can leave it there, I'll wipe it."

While the proprietress was busy wiping the tables, the girl known as Yili stole a few glances at the two people at the next table.

I realized that my family's suggestion to take her out for a walk was really wrong, and sure enough, we ran into some strange guys.

And that taller young man, Goto Ichiri felt like she'd seen him somewhere before...maybe on TV? Was he some kind of celebrity?

I really want to go back to the closet and practice guitar...

Even after Kerry used the fabricated information to chat with Tian Gong again until the other party left, Kerry still didn't see the person from the car appear in the lobby.

After hesitating for a moment, and confirming that the hotel prices were cheaper during the off-season and that the gold coins he had obtained from the village chief were more than enough, Kerry decided to let Kazuma book a room.

However, Kerry later realized he was overthinking it. He could go by himself; at this place, you only needed to register your name with pen and paper to book a room, without any electronic devices.

Kazuma felt as if he had been saved when he got the key. He happily went upstairs, opened the door, and took out two sets of blankets from the closet without caring about anything else. He even thoughtfully laid one on the floor for Kerry and then lay down on it without taking a shower.

"I was really tired before, but it seems like I always come back to my best state after I die, but I haven't slept all day now."

Ah! It's the blanket! I missed you so much! Waaah! I never realized you were so important to me before!

Even after lying in bed, Kazuma was still talking to Kerry in a disjointed way. When people are sleepy but force themselves not to sleep, their rationality fades, and they are more likely to express thoughts that they usually try to control themselves from saying, just like when they are drunk.

"Oh, what do you think our future will be like? Once this money is all spent, will we be sleeping on the streets again...?"

We seem to be able to deal with monsters. Could we set up a group to eliminate monsters? But what if we get captured and sent to a US military base for research?

I never imagined that ordinary life could be such a blissful thing, not having to worry about what to eat or where to sleep tomorrow. Honestly, I used to think this kind of life was boring and wanted to go on an adventure. What was I thinking...?

Kerry gave a few disjointed replies until the other person started breathing evenly... no! It was a loud, freaking snoring sound that stopped him.

Kerry felt that he was not sleepy at all, so he asked for a charging cable to charge his phone. He wandered around the room and found a small stone that he didn't know if it was for decoration. He picked it up and took out his dagger to start sharpening it.

At the same time...

When the Goto family, who had dragged their two daughters out on a trip because their daughter was on vacation, came upstairs, Koda got up and nodded to the landlady.

"Master Jingxin's idea is that since that family looks like tourists, they shouldn't be allowed to come out at night. If they still don't leave after these few days, then we can consider other options."

"I'll go report to the master about these two lads."

"Okay," the proprietress nodded.

"By the way, your husband should be back tonight. Remember to come with him to the Dharma assembly."

"it is good!"

As he spoke, Tian Gong put on his clothes, walked out of An Tian's house, and headed straight for the only temple in the village.

The temple door was knocked rhythmically, and soon a welcoming monk came out to greet the farmer.

It's hard to imagine that a temple in such a remote area has more than one monk.

The two stepped over the threshold and entered through a side door into the back.

Here, a very refined-looking, bespectacled, white-haired young man is sitting cross-legged under a Buddha statue, his back to the doorway, seemingly chanting scriptures.

"Come in, Mr. Tian."

Without turning around, he called out the name of the person who had come.

"Hehehe! Master Jingxin, it's fine for outsiders to call me that, but how dare I call myself the president in front of you?"

With a fawning tone, Tian Gong stepped forward, first kneeling before the Buddha statue, then sitting down on a chair nearby.

"Master Jingxin, two more outsiders have arrived in the village. They seem to be students from Tokyo, both young people. What do you think...?"

"There are too many people now. If we continue with such large-scale actions, I think it will be too conspicuous."

The white-haired monk, known as Master Jingxin, opened his closed eyes, looked at the Buddha statue, and spoke.

"But...but, the richest man in Yamada said that the most urgent thing now is to recruit more of our own people, preferably into the circles of those political families."

As long as we have enough food reserves, and once we have half the seats in the Senate, as long as we don't offend the Americans, we can do whatever we want.

"We're not some small organization like the Inugami-gumi. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department wouldn't dare investigate us, and the local police department is full of their own people. There's no need to be so cautious, is there?"

"Human greed is endless. Don't you even listen to what I'm saying?"

The white-haired monk turned his head and looked at him very calmly. The farmer, who had been chattering incessantly, immediately fell silent and trembled all over.

No! You've misunderstood!

P.S.: 1

A book on Python.

Introduction: Maiser: My name is Maiser, I am 24 years old, live in the villa area north of Tremont, and am unmarried.

I provide butler services for the Ubika family, working overtime until 10 PM every day. I smoke, but drink only in moderation. I can't go to bed until 11 PM; I spend my time around the stargazing area playing KD (a type of online game), then set off dozens of scary boxes before returning to my room, ensuring I only get six hours of insufficient sleep each night. Before bed, I urge the young lady, who is still stargazing, to rest early, then I take a ten-minute shower and cleanse myself before going to sleep, usually sleeping soundly until dawn.

All matters and dangers have been dealt with and eliminated, ensuring there is absolutely no threat to Miss Xingji; these will be left for the next day. The doctors all say I'm mentally ill.

Texas: What... what are you talking about?

Maisel: What I mean is, I have no other desires than to be by the young lady's side forever. I dislike arguing about winning or losing, because that would put the young lady at risk... I am a perfect butler, and that's what I've always done. If it comes to a fight, I won't lose to anyone.

Having said that, his aura was finally revealed without any attempt to conceal it—the terrifying legend of Colombia, the Demon Clown!

The Demon Clown of the Ark

Chapter Eighteen, Pochi? When did he arrive?

As dusk fell, there was a knock on the hotel room door.

"Boom boom boom!"

Kazuma woke up groggily after a long afternoon nap and saw the landlady, Mieko, talking to Kerry.

"This is dinner. Our hotel includes breakfast and dinner with the accommodation. If you feel that the dishes are not enough, you can order extra. We also have some homemade wagashi (Japanese sweets)."

"Okay, trouble."

As soon as he saw there was food, Kazuma sat up. The hotel room was not big, basically just a living room. If you weren't sleeping, you could put the blankets in the closet and move the small table over to move around. When you were sleeping, you could move the small table to the side and take out the blankets to sleep.

Kerry took the wooden tray from the other party, placed it on the small table, and closed the door.

"Sorry, sorry, I overslept. Did you see those people?"

Kazuma asked Kerry if he had seen the people who were tracking them during the day.

"No, even though the car was parked here, I heard someone come downstairs twice this afternoon to open the door and check the situation. It was that pink-haired girl."