Crossover Anime: This is not pure love at all

"By the way, Brother Goto, it's rare for us to have such a pleasant conversation."

Hiroshi Nohara suddenly suggested enthusiastically, "How about we go to an izakaya for a drink later?"

"this……"

Upon hearing this, Goto Naoki hesitated.

Since starting work, he hasn't had many private drinking sessions with friends outside of work and home.

Back in his younger days, he formed a band, played music, and often got drunk in bars with his buddies.

Back when he was still in school, he even wrote a piece that was accepted by the local government.

The band just never really took off.

Later, because Michiyo said, "If you don't find a proper job, we'll break up," he gave up the band and found a proper job.

Naoki Goto had no regrets; on the contrary, he was very satisfied and happy with his current life.

It seems my daughter found a boyfriend recently, and my younger daughter is also growing up healthy and adorable.

Just thinking about all this, and counting the days, he realized that he hadn't had a proper drink in many years.

"Okay, I'll call my wife and tell her first!"

Naoki Goto nodded heavily, then took out his phone and turned his back.

"Hello, Michiyo? It's me. I met a friend I clicked with today and I'd like to go have a couple of drinks... umm, I'll be back a little late, you and the kids eat first... Okay, I got it, I won't drink too much."

After hanging up the phone, Naoki Goto's face beamed with a long-lost relaxed smile.

"Let's go, Nohara-kun!"

……

"Wow—I really couldn't tell!"

Hiroshi Nohara took a big gulp of beer and looked at Naoki Goto with a slightly tipsy expression.

"Brother Goto, you look younger than me, but I didn't realize your eldest daughter was already so grown up!"

"No, no..."

Naoki Goto was rather introverted, and after hearing what Hiroshi Nohara said, he was actually a little embarrassed.

"Speaking of which, I used to play in a band when I was young!"

After three beers, Goto Naoki became more talkative, and his cheeks flushed.

"Let me tell you, I once wrote a piece that was picked up by a local guy! Back then, I was a fairly well-known guitarist in our area!"

"Really?!" Hiroshi Nohara looked at him with admiration. He had always wanted to learn guitar when he was a child, but in junior high school, he joined the astronomy club to appear more sophisticated...

"Brother Goto, you have this skill?! You'd better show me!"

"Well, I guess I'll have to go buy another one..."

"I gave the one I had to my daughter, and now..."

Goto Naoki's tone carried a hint of melancholy, followed by a relieved smile.

According to the boy who brought Ichiri back earlier, the guitar was possessed by a monster called the Otherworld God, who then smashed it.

What a joke, you bastard!

"What a pity."

Hiroshi Nohara sensed from Naoki Goto's tone that there seemed to be some hidden story, and he sighed slightly.

His only hobby, playing golf, often drew criticism from Misae.

Occasionally, when I want to play golf on the weekend, I'll be told that I "don't take my family out for a drive" and they'll put dumbbells in my golf bag.

Men have it so tough!

"But it's good as it is now. With Michiyo, Ichiri and Niri, the whole family is safe and sound, which is better than anything else."

"Well said! Cheers to our families!"

"Cheers!"

In the slightly noisy izakaya, the wine glasses of two middle-aged men clashed heavily together.

……

Night was falling.

Naoki Goto and Hiroshi Nohara walked out of the izakaya arm in arm, both of them a little tipsy and unsteady on their feet.

"Brother Goto... hiccup... Where do you live? I'll take you home..." Hiroshi Nohara hiccuped.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight... plan..."

Naoki Goto slurred his words and couldn't speak for a long time.

The two of them pushed each other back and forth, and then slowly turned into a quiet alleyway that was a shortcut.

There were no streetlights in the alley; only the faint light from the neon lights of the distant commercial street shone through.

"rustle……"

Just then, a series of footsteps, not belonging to the two of them, rang out from the other end of the alley.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Hiroshi Nohara groggily raised his head and glanced behind him.

"Feed...be careful...don't do that..."

Hiroshi Nohara's words were cut off midway through his sentence.

The footsteps behind me didn't belong to someone in a hurry.

Instead, it was a monster covered in slime and wearing a loincloth!

"Approaching...more..."

The slug Gurongi walked towards the two of them step by step.

With each step, a trail of slime-covered footprints was left on the ground.

As he drew closer, Hiroshi Nohara could even hear the sticky sound of his feet separating from the ground.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

"Goto-nii, let's run!!!"

Hiroshi Nohara yelled and quickly shook Naoki Goto, who was clearly more drunk than him.

"Hmm? Hmm... Let's take a taxi back... I'll treat, I'll treat!"

Hiroshi Nohara was so anxious he was almost in tears.

"At a time like this, forget about getting home, okay? If we don't run now, we're doomed!"

"It's all over...?"

"My wife makes delicious egg rolls..."

When Hiroshi Nohara heard Naoki Goto's drunken ramblings, tears welled up in his eyes. He grabbed Naoki Goto's collar tightly and dragged him back with all his might.

"Goto-nii! Wake up! Now's not the time to eat omelets! If we don't run, we'll turn into omelets and get eaten!"

However, Goto Naoki, who was completely drunk, was like a lump of mud at this moment. No matter how hard Nohara Hiroshi tried, he just leaned limply against the wall, mumbling incoherently about things like "Ichiri" and "guitar".

"Godol...Miku...Daba...Ziba!!!"

The slug Gurongi let out a chilling, hoarse whisper.

Under the dim light, Hiroshi Nohara gradually made out its "face".

No! That's not a face!

It was a grotesque, worm-like head, devoid of facial features, with only a few slits constantly secreting disgusting mucus.

There was nothing in the two small gaps above, just an empty space.

And the gap below, which looks like a "mouth", is filled with rings of sharp, tiny teeth!

As it approached, a nauseating, fishy stench assaulted the senses, nearly causing Hiroshi Nohara to faint.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The slime dripped down its twisted arms onto the ground, corroding and emitting a pungent white smoke.

The slug Gurongi slowly raised its right arm, which resembled a tumor, and aimed it at the two middle-aged men who were leaning against the wall, powerless to resist.

In its eyes, these two "Lindo" who reek of alcohol were nothing more than two insignificant numbers on its murder game counter.

"It's over...it's all over..."