Crossover anime, the harem life of a healing sorcerer

In Academy City, geniuses are not surprising at all.

Tsukuyomi was preparing for summer tutoring classes, so Nangong didn't ask her to pick him up and walked alone under the blazing sun.

The sun was still very strong in mid-July, but it was kept at a constant temperature.

"Let me see, where is your parking lot..."

At that moment, a young woman with brown hair was holding a map, looking extremely anxious. Standing in front of her was a mature woman dressed in office attire, who had taken off her coat and was only wearing a shirt.

With her long, shoulder-length brown hair, the most striking feature was her heavy dark circles under her eyes, which marred the delicate features of this melancholic beauty, yet still exuded a mature charm.

"It's so hot."

Nangong greeted her, "Misaka-chan?"

I don't know which Sister number she is. But upon closer inspection, she has a wide range of expressions; it turns out to be Misaka Mikoto (Railgun).

"You're something else, after recognizing me as your older sister, you're now affectionately calling me 'little sister'... Who are you anyway?"

As Misaka Mikoto spoke, she turned around and almost blurted out a popular internet slang term: "Who are you, handsome guy?"

Nangong Xuan merely adjusted his glasses, and the tea-haired girl recognized him. Seeing his "true face" for the first time, without his bulky glasses, his features appeared even more refined.

"It's you! You've come at the perfect time!"

Mikoto was overjoyed and was about to ask the black-haired youth for help.

The mature woman next to her had even taken off her shirt, revealing a pink bra that gleamed with the glow of sweat, showcasing her voluptuous curves.

She wiped the sweat from her face and muttered to herself, "I've been walking in the sun for a while now, and I'm soaked through."

"It's...it's here! The 'stripper' from the urban legend that Saten-san mentioned!" Mikoto stammered. "Wait, why would you take your clothes off in front of boys?!"

Nangong said solemnly, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Although it's only R12 content compared to [X-ray vision].

"Why are you staring at me like that? Turn your head away right now!" The girl was about to explode with shame.

Misaka Mikoto snatched the shirt and wanted to help the woman put it on, but feeling the gazes of the girls around her, she couldn't help but want to run away.

"Look, how horrible!"

"A woman is being attacked. Was it done by that couple?"

Finally, the mature woman, who was only wearing underwear, said, "Young lady, if you take your shirt away, it will be very troublesome for me."

A minute later, the two sat under a parasol by the roadside to cool off.

"So, that woman forgot where she parked her car. Misaka-san was kindly helping her find it?" Nangong finally understood what had happened.

I vaguely remember a scene like that.

Just when I was thinking about [Fantasy Master], the instigator delivered himself right to my doorstep. (Spoiler alert in the comments section.)

"Yes."

Misaka Mikoto was slumped over the table, clearly exhausted.

Seeing Misaka Mikoto's green armband, Nangong asked in confusion, "When did you become a disciplinary committee member? Did you steal Haru-san's armband?"

"People would usually think it's Kuroko's, right? How did you know... wait, I found it!"

"You were dismissive of your friend's job, but eager to try being a disciplinary committee member yourself, and then you spent the whole morning working on it, right?" Nangong revealed a sharp look.

Mikoto could only manage a dry laugh: "Haha..."

Did this guy read the script? How does he know everything?

A moment later, the well-dressed older woman returned from the vending machine with several cans of drinks. Before Misaka Mikoto could react, she felt a heat on her cheek.

"So hot!"

“It’s much cooler here,” the stripper said with a smile. “When it’s hot, you should drink something hot. The spices in curry help relieve fatigue.”

"Thank you."

Nangong Xuan also accepted a can of curry soup. It's a bit of a shame we didn't get to see the famous scene where Misaka Mikoto kicks the vending machine to get a free drink.

"Judging from the teacher's mental state, it doesn't seem to be very convincing to relieve fatigue."

The mature woman was taken aback: "How did you know I was a teacher?"

“Professor Kiyama Haruo, I’ve read several of your papers on AIM diffusion fields. You have very unique insights into brain physiology. My advisor recommended you, and he’s always spoken highly of you,” Nangong said calmly.

And it's also seen in the plot.

Kiyama asked curiously, "Who is your mentor...?"

"The teacher didn't want to reveal his name, but everyone called him 'The Soul Chaser of the Underworld'."

"It turned out to be him."

Kiyama Harumi unpacked a can of hot drink and gulped it down. Meanwhile, Misaka Mikoto was still rubbing her hands together, holding the can of curry soup, lacking the courage to try it herself.

"I heard that the elder recommended an outstanding student to take the medical exam this year. It turns out it was you."

Nangong asked, "Is Professor Mushan here to be the chief examiner?"

No wonder I didn't know the way.

Unexpectedly, she was a somewhat naive woman, completely oblivious to the fact that she was undressing in public. Geniuses are often solitary, perhaps because they are so completely immersed in their field of expertise.

"They only provided part of the exam content, a few questions about brain pathology."

Kiyama Harumi placed her hands on the table, like a gloomy interviewer. She asked Nangong about his answers with great interest, a satisfied expression appearing on her face.

"That's right, no wonder he's a student trained by that elder."

Mikoto asked, confused, "What were you all talking about just now? Hydrocephalus and all that?"

"It's a condition caused by hydrocephalus, resulting in lesions in the frontal, temporal, and parietal lobes, which can cause visual or auditory hallucinations or epilepsy," Nangong explained. "It's commonly known as 'water getting into the brain.'"

In a sense, psychological manipulation is a man-made disease.

"I know about this stuff, don't treat me like an idiot! You're definitely cursing me in secret!" The brown-haired girl blushed.

"No."

Kiyama smiled and said, "Are you two a couple? You seem to have a really good relationship."

"No way! He has a girlfriend, and she's... the young lady from Tokiwadai," Mikoto muttered.

Nangong thought for a moment and said, "There are many."

There are only about 10,000 girlfriends priced at 180,000 each.

They've already kissed, leaving an unforgettable memory in their minds. Shouldn't that count as dating the clone sister?

"Huh? You shamelessly said it out loud, what a playboy."

Misaka Mikoto's sour tone was perhaps just the competitive spirit between girls. She didn't know that what Nangong didn't say was, "Every single one of them is like you."

Watching the two getting along "harmoniously," Kiyama Harumi couldn't help but smile, as if she were recalling her former students. During her student days, there was only monotonous academic work, with little to no youth to speak of.

"It's great to be young."

Nangong politely said, "Teacher Kiyama looks to be only in his twenties."

She was considered young for a researcher. However, years of overwork had made her look haggard and sickly.

"My age? I can't even remember it myself."

“If you’ve just forgotten where the parking lot is, I have a way to make Mr. Kiyama remember,” Nangong probed. “However, it will require me to use my superpowers to read your memories.”

"When will you still have this ability?" Mikoto asked with a suspicious look.

Why does it sound so much like an annoying woman?

"Then forget it. I can't just show my brain to anyone."

Over the next few days, Nangong Xuan and Kiyama Haruo exchanged many academic views, finding themselves in agreement on many points. They forgot everything else when discussing their profession and chatted happily.

Misaka Mikoto felt out of place and was sullen.

"I'm a top student, after all..."

How can there be such a huge difference between people? Even Level 5 would be impressed by this guy's intellect...

"Newcomer Misaka-san, so you've been here. You can't slack off while on duty."

Another bespectacled woman wearing an armband walked over excitedly; it was none other than Kofumi Miwa, whom I had met once before.

It has to be said that [X-ray vision] is Nangong's most favored ability to date.

“Yes, Senior Kofuku…” Mikoto was completely deflated.

Kofumi pushed up her glasses and looked at Nangong, saying, "Ah, you're the one from last time... Sorry, we have to go to work now."

The current "Railgun" can only obediently play the role of a junior. It's still quite clumsy and always seems flustered when it comes to the work of the disciplinary committee.

Nangong Xuan just watched from afar, which was quite amusing.

“Go help her,” Kiyama suddenly said. “That’s what you should think.”

"Hey?"

Kiyama smiled and said, "The concern in your eyes doesn't lie. It's okay, I'll just sit here and rest for a while."