Tokyo: Oreimo

Two hours later, Takashiro Ryou sat on the cardboard box, panting heavily.

The stall was basically set up. In order to make it more eye-catching, Phoenix Inu Saori specially bought two 'roll-up banners' that were much taller than herself. These were custom posters that could be freely unfolded and placed on both sides for display.

Above the table, she had set up a rather tall flag, about three meters high, with the Fate/stay night logo printed on it. The flag was made of foam paper, so even without wind, it was easy to see.

"Hey, this flag is way too extravagant! Didn't you consider the difficulty of setting it up at all when you were preparing all this?"

The flag was quite heavy, and it took the combined efforts of three people to firmly secure it to the ground, close to the stall table, using its built-in support.

Ling Nai looked at the stalls in the next row, and none of them decorated their stalls as flamboyantly as Phoenix Inu Saori.

"Well, it's alright, the results are great, aren't they? This is all based on the experience gained from the previous failed exhibitions!"

Phoenix Inu Saori raised the corners of her mouth and pushed up the thick glasses on the tip of her nose.

Looking around, even shorter people can see the bright flag in the entire C area if they get a little closer.

"The key is to grab people's attention! That way, those customers who feel the pre-event buzz will quickly gather around."

"As long as a queue forms, curious customers will definitely join the queue."

"is it?"

Takashiro Ryou looked at her with some suspicion.

"Of course, this was my idea, suggested by your brother. Thinking about it, it makes sense. Even in such a remote and hidden spot, with this flag, people won't have to worry about not seeing it, right?"

"Speaking of which, that's true. If you printed the name Rumiko Takashiro on it, the effect would probably be even better."

At that moment, Mayuko Makoto chimed in.

"Don't give me any bad advice!"

Takashiro Ryouno was startled. If she really did that, the news of her involvement in the production of 18+ games would probably spread even faster.

"The exhibition will be open soon, so I can stay here by myself. You can leave whenever you want to explore the exhibition."

Phoenix Inu Saori took out a small chair, sat down on it, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, stood up and took out three white short-sleeved jackets from her backpack.

"Three uniforms were specially made for the shop assistants, one for each person. If Shi Yuze doesn't come, his uniform will be given to Wu Geng."

She tossed her coat to the two girls.

The designs depict Shirou Emiya and Illya respectively.

Are they a brother-sister set?

Takashiro Ryouno held Illya's coat in her hand, glancing at the one that Hououin was putting on.

She couldn't help but click her tongue.

The only thing printed on that coat was Artoria.

Was the female lead's role as the main heroine unintentional?

Ling Nai couldn't help but recall the scene when she first met this 'female giant'.

—If I could marry you.....

She quickly swapped the clothes in her hands with Gokou Masao.

“That guy is way too big for you. This outfit of mine would fit him better. I’ll reluctantly switch with you. You’re welcome.”

Gokou Masao: "..."

Chapter 78 Let's run!

At the entrance to Tokyo Big Sight, the queue stretched like a long dragon.

Hiroki Suzuki and Shota Kikuchi were in one of the lines, positioned a little further forward than the others.

After all, they had arrived 8 hours early to queue, and they got into the queue at 3 a.m.

"Phew, there are so many people, I feel like I can't breathe."

Shota Kikuchi's face was a little pale. Despite it being the middle of summer, he had deliberately worn a hood, covered his face with a mask, and put on sunglasses.

"You can't breathe because you're dressed too warmly, right? If you're that scared, I can bring it to you; you don't need to come in person."

Suzuki glanced at him speechlessly. His friend had rarely gone out since dropping out of high school.

The other person has social anxiety; when alone with themselves, they always avoid eye contact.

"That wouldn't be good. I want to buy the game myself, and besides, what if there's a purchase limit?"

As he spoke, Shota Kikuchi stiffly pulled his mask down a little, took a few deep breaths, and then put it back on.

"I'm really looking forward to it, I want to know what happens next in the story."

"I'm more interested in its erotic content. If the plot itself is of such high quality, that part should be quite immersive."

Suzuki grinned mischievously and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Hopefully, the number of copies issued by that club isn't too small, otherwise it would be terrible if we couldn't get our hands on any."

"Superficial fellow."

Kikuchi Shota rolled his eyes at him.

The two were chatting casually when suddenly a commotion broke out at the front of the line.

The crowd then began to surge forward.

"It's time to start entering!"

"Can we finally go in?"

"Oh! The holy war has begun! First, I'll grab the first release of Fate, then I'll line up for doujinshi. I'm going to get everything I want today!"

"Where are you going?!"

Shota Kikuchi was practically being pushed along by the crowd; if his friend hadn't been there, he probably would have collapsed on the ground.

too frightening.

After finally getting his ticket checked and entering the exhibition hall, before he could even catch his breath, his arm was grabbed by Hiroki Suzuki, who was standing next to him.

"Sector C! Let's go to Sector C first!"

"Shota! Run!"

"Huh? Run?!"

Is it really that urgent? We're already ranked so high.

But he soon noticed that even the audience members entering from behind were starting to overtake him, and almost everyone was speeding up.

"Don't be silly. If you don't start running, and the club doesn't have enough stock, you might be the one who gets to sell out!"

Why is the CM exhibition called a holy war?

Because to buy limited edition works from your favorite club, you have to be quick to grab them. It's a fierce competition, like a "siege battle"!

At the entrance of the exhibition hall, countless people were rushing.

Shota Kikuchi forced himself to run, trying to keep up with his friend.

.....

Takashiro Ryou was enjoying the feeling of entering early and buying whatever she wanted when she was pulled back to the stall by Gokou Mao.

"What? There are still so many things I haven't bought yet. I want to shop around a bit more."

She started to complain.

"I've already browsed through most of the limited-edition items, so it's okay to buy the rest a little later. To be on the safe side, I'll stay at the stall for a while first."

"The meaning is unclear."

Just as Ling Nai was about to ask further questions.

rumble--

She suddenly noticed that the ground beneath her feet was trembling slightly.

"What's going on? An earthquake?"

"Don't you know?"

Gokou Mao looked at her with some surprise and pointed to the cute Luna watch on her wrist.

It's already 11 o'clock.

"So, what does that have to do with earthquakes?"

"Haven't you experienced the morning session of CM Expo before? Today is the first day."

"Isn't that a certainty?"

Takashiro Ryouko has a strict upbringing and cannot leave home to queue too early. If her father finds out, she will definitely be grounded.

Gokou Mao gestured for the other person to look towards the stadium entrance.

"What's all this mystery...?"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw someone rushing into the venue.

One, two, a dozen, hundreds...

Then there were countless more, a vast, swarming mass, like a charge.

"When the venue opened for entry at 11 a.m., it was like releasing a floodgate; the rush of tens of thousands of people was no joke."

"Get ready to charge, you blond kid!"

At the stall, Phoenix Inu Saori stood up from her seat and stretched her limbs.

"Hooray, it's starting!"

......

"Sector C! Sector C!"

Shota Kikuchi's mind was in complete chaos, but he clearly remembered his destination.

A body that hasn't exercised for a long time will become breathless even after running a short distance.