A crossover anime! The life of a hero!

Alice Nakiri was the first to cry out in pain, feeling her muscles ache, followed closely by Erina Nakiri. However, compared to her cousin, she had much better endurance, having been "specially trained" by her father. Even so, she couldn't help but groan.

As for the only boy among them, he was a boy named Jingxie Qiaoke Taopang Yuanhuan, and he was a boy named Xiao Gua. He ...

"Ha...ha...ha...Alright, let's go back."

Seeing their miserable state, Senzaemon Nakiri couldn't help but laugh out loud. In a sense, this was the first time he had laughed heartily since kicking his son-in-law out of the Nakiri family.

Although it hadn't been long, he could already sense that Erina was emerging from that bastard's shadow.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

"Gokawa... tell me, when did you meet the two young ladies of the Nakiri family?"

Chika Fujiwara, who was very curious about how her cousin knew Erina Nakiri and Alice Nakiri, was sitting next to Gosakawa Hoshino and poking him with her finger while casting a curious glance at him.

Even in the question posed, Hoshino Gokawa could sense an ambiguous irony.

"It's nothing... I just happened to run into you a few days ago."

Seeing the other person's amused expression, Hoshino Gokawa suddenly remembered that Fujiwara Chika seemed to be very interested in the topic of love.

"Really……"

However, Fujiwara Chika clearly did not believe his explanation. After all, if it was just a simple chance encounter, why would the other person remember him so much?

"I think you need to get your brain cleaned up."

Hoshino Gosaka isn't particularly interested in romance or gossip. No, to be more precise, he's not interested in gossiping about himself. However, he would be quite interested if the person in question were Saiki Kusuo or Izayoi Sakamaki.

Chapter 242 Art

"I said, is it really that urgent?! Didn't I already promise you I'd be here for the next few days...?"

When Hoshino Gokawa stepped out of the luxury car sent by the Nakiri family and saw Nakiri Erina and her henchmen, he couldn't help but blurt out his sarcastic remarks.

"No! This is my grandfather's request! He said he wants to see you no matter what and also wants to have breakfast with you."

The reason sounded quite reasonable, but for some reason, Erina Nakiri tilted her head slightly when she said it, avoiding eye contact with Gosaka Hoshino.

"I think you wanted to compete with me as soon as possible, so you made up an excuse for your grandfather and had him invite me."

Hoshino Gokawa, with his eyes slightly narrowed, glanced at her and her follower and instantly came up with a perfectly reasonable explanation.

After all, there's a saying: "Those who are elders bestow gifts, and those who are younger dare not refuse."

As a young man with the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, Hoshino Gokawa is generally willing to help anyone, as long as they are not the kind of elders who make him angry, such as giving up his seat on the bus, even though he has hardly ever ridden a bus in his life.

"And of course, the three of you too."

Then, noticing that the three Fujiwara sisters were getting off the train one by one, Erina Nakiri quickly added another comment.

"Erina-chan~~ Good morning~~"

However, Fujiwara Chika seemed not to hear her and went up to greet Nakiri Erina in her sweet, coquettish voice.

Good morning, Ms. Chika.

Knowing that the other party was the prime minister's great-granddaughter, Erina Nakiri naturally wouldn't be impolite.

"Then please follow me, the four of you, I will take you to the restaurant."

"Um……"

Then Hoshino Gokawa and his group followed the other party toward the restaurant inside the Nakiri family mansion.

As for why Alice Nakiri and Ryo Kurokiba didn't come out to greet them, it's because they were in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Thump... Thump...

After walking for a few minutes, they finally arrived at the interior of the Nakiri family mansion.

Wow! It's huge!

Looking at the dazzling array of decorations inside, it would be a lie to say that Fujiwara Chika wasn't surprised. Although her family was quite wealthy, they weren't as extravagant as some other industry leaders.

After all, political families need to avoid any appearance of impropriety when it comes to money. Otherwise, your competitors might use this as grounds to report you for bribery, and things could get complicated.

As for Hoshino Gokawa's reaction, he was quite calm. After all, he had been here once before, so what was there to be surprised about? Besides, what if he hadn't been here before? Was there anything in this world that could make him react with surprise?

It would be a lie to say that Erina Nakiri wasn't proud of the shock she received from those behind her. After all, these were honors for the Nakiri family, and she was a member of the Nakiri family, so how could she not feel proud?

Hoshino Gokawa's reaction was a bit unexpected. No matter how valuable the artwork was, it couldn't affect Hoshino Gokawa in the slightest, as if the artwork didn't exist in his eyes.

But the reality is --------------------------

“So abstract.”

To be honest, even Hoshino Gokawa, who was observing carefully from a normal person's perspective, couldn't understand why these drawings could be called art. Even if he could replicate them exactly, he still couldn't understand them because they were just too abstract.

Besides, there's a saying that there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand works!

Everyone's feelings about this painting are different, so how can you be sure that what you feel is the meaning the artist wanted to express, since you've never met the artist?

Moreover, there is another very interesting thing: the paintings that the writer painted during his lifetime are not actually worth much. Even if he sold them to make a living, he would not get much money. So why do such works become artistic treasures after the writer's death? Is it just hype?

"Forget it, I'm not going to watch it."

After glancing at the portraits a few times and finding no real interest in them, Hoshino Gokawa stopped paying attention.

Just because he doesn't understand doesn't mean Fujiwara Chika doesn't understand, or perhaps she has some kind of artistic talent.

Anyway, Hoshino Gokawa, who was following the other party, could hear exclamations of surprise coming from Fujiwara Chika's mouth from time to time.

"You can appreciate it?!"

After listening to her wailing for a while, Hoshino Gokawa finally couldn't help but ask her a question.

"Of course! I can feel how much effort the creator put into it!"

"One hundred and twenty years, eighty years, two hundred and thirty years... Why can't I feel it?!"

Even though Hoshino Gokawa could accurately determine the age of a painting and the amount of effort put into it from the pigments used, he still couldn't quite understand how it could be called art.

If it's truly a work of art created with a lot of effort, shouldn't it have become sentient? Why is it still hanging there like an ordinary painting?

Since I can't understand this so-called art, I'll just look at it from the perspective of an extraordinary person. And the extraordinary person's thinking is that everything except things that are also extraordinary is garbage.

In other words, all these paintings are garbage!

In a sense, Hoshino Gokawa is right. Unless you can bring the dead to life like the protagonist in the story of "The Finishing Touch," what's the difference between your work and everyone else's? They're all just lifeless objects that won't move.

This statement would be wrong in a world without supernatural powers, but it is undoubtedly true in a world with supernatural powers.

"Wait, can't you feel it?!"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Fujiwara Chika quickly turned to look at him with a look of great surprise. Although she didn't say anything extra, Hoshino Gogawa could sense that she was saying, "Finally, there's something you don't know."

"I can't feel it..."

"Ha ha……"

Just as Fujiwara Chika was about to break into a happy smile, the next thing the other person said caught in her throat.

"But if you give me the right materials, I can make an exact copy for you."

"...Are you kidding me?"

"Have it?"

Silence—a deathly silence—

"Get out of here! I don't have a cousin like you!"

These past few days, Fujiwara Chika has been dealt a blow by Hoshino Gokawa in certain matters, and for a moment she completely lost her composure.

Of course, anyone with eyes can tell that this was a joke, but even so, you can feel Fujiwara Chika's deep frustration, and the biggest reason is probably the instrumental performance last night.

Chapter 243 The Past

I won't go into the specifics, but basically, Fujiwara Chika's mentality was also blown away by Hoshino Gokawa. She, who also had the talent of elementary school music and even won a major award, was actually being crushed and humiliated by someone.

She had just played a piece for her cousin, and he learned it and his skill level was almost the same as hers. What's even more amazing is that this was just the beginning, because Hoshino Gokawa then started playing the world-famous song "Ode to Joy".

To be honest, at that moment, Fujiwara Chika almost thought the other person was Beethoven. However, because he had not experienced such a difficult life as the original, Hoshino Gokawa's emotions were not as strong as the original. But even so, he can still be called a world-class musician.

More importantly, these were merely hobbies of Hoshino Satoru, not his main profession. You can imagine how much this affected Fujiwara Chika. Fujiwara Chika truly felt how Nakiri Erina and the others were feeling at that time.

You consider yourself a genius in a certain field, but you get easily crushed and humiliated in the same area you excel at. Who would be happy about that?

To be honest, just learning casually has already made her this good. Fujiwara Chika can't even imagine what kind of monster she would become if she focused on a specific profession! She might even become a "god".

Fortunately, Fujiwara Chika has a rather naive personality. Although she might be upset about it, she won't hold onto it for long. She'll forget about it as soon as she finds something fun to do, provided that she doesn't think about it again.

Alright, back to the main topic. After a little hiccup on the way, they finally arrived at the restaurant. When the door opened, they saw Senzaemon Nakiri and the other two little ones already sitting at the table waiting.

As for the breakfast they made, it was brought up by the maids and arranged one by one. Although I haven't tasted it yet, it should look pretty good.

"Our little guests have arrived! Please have a seat! Make yourselves at home and don't be shy!"

Sitting in the main seat, Senzaemon Nakiri couldn't help but chuckle and stroke his beard, as the lively scene in the restaurant reminded him of the family reunion when Erina Nakiri was just born.

At that time, his daughter sat on the right, his son on the left, and his wife sat beside him. It can be said that this harmonious scene was the happiest time in the life of Nakiri Senzaemon.

However, their happiness was short-lived. His daughter and that scoundrel son-in-law fell apart because of Erina Nakiri's God Tongue, and even his wife didn't want to see this old geezer anymore.

However, his son couldn't stay here for long periods due to work, which resulted in the huge Nakiri family becoming increasingly deserted. Despite having many servants, you just couldn't feel any "warmth" of cooking or cooking inside—note that this isn't in a physical sense.

"Excuse me for disturbing you, Mr. Nakiri! My father asked me to convey his regards to you!"

As the eldest daughter of the Fujiwara family, it was natural for Fujiwara Toyomi to greet Nakiri Senzaemon, the leading figure in the culinary world, on behalf of Fujiwara Daichi.

"Ha...ha...I know, I even attended your one-month celebration when you were born."

As the top figure in the culinary industry, Senzaemon Nakiri naturally knew the other party's great-grandfather, who was the current prime minister.

"Yes...yes."

Fujiwara Toyomi could be lazy with others, but not with this one, because Nakiri Senzaemon was a formidable figure of the same generation as her great-grandfather. Whether as a junior or out of the proper etiquette of a large family, she had to respect him.

"Ha...ha...don't be nervous, sit down."

"Yes!"

At this moment, Fujiwara Toyomi suddenly regretted coming along, because the pressure was just too great, especially since he was the only adult present.

Perhaps because it had been a long time since he had chatted with anyone else, Senzaemon Nakiri suddenly started rambling on about trivial but, in a sense, quite important things.

Even Hoshino Gokawa forgot—or rather, his guess was correct—that the excuse Nakiri Erina had given was actually something they had relayed to the old man, who then gave the order to do it.

"How about it?!"

While Senzaemon Nakiri was chatting with Toyomi Fujiwara, the other three were also busy asking Gosho Hoshino about the taste of the breakfast.

"Hmm... that's already very good."

As Hoshino Satoru savored the food in his mouth, all he could say was that to continue making progress, he needed supernatural power, either by injecting his own emotions into the process or by controlling all the steps to an extremely exaggerated degree.

For example, you can control the temperature at any time to ensure it doesn't get too high, or stabilize the steaming or cooking time to within milliseconds or even nanoseconds, and you might even need to use a dimensional slash when necessary.

In short, if they want to continue making the dishes they did this morning, they must step into the realm of superhumans, and a single divine tongue won't be enough.

In other words, they have already done a very good job at their age. Even if it were Dojima Gin and others, they could only add some embellishments to their original level, but they would not be able to build the work to a higher level, because that is already the limit of normal human physical function.

"But... are you sure you don't want to go take a nap?"

Looking at Alice's heavy dark circles, Hoshino Gosaka couldn't help but ask them with concern.

After all, they don't have superhuman physiques, so how could they withstand staying up all night to devote themselves to cooking?

Not only them, but even Erina Nakiri and her assistant secretary had dark skin. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now, looking closely, he could see through their foundation to their dark skin.

"No need...we...haa~~"

Erina Nakiri, who refused outright, couldn't help but yawn with extreme drowsiness, and even tears welled up in her eyes.

"..."

Seeing that they all looked rather unwell, Hoshino Gokawa honestly didn't recommend that they continue their cooking competition. After all, the kitchen is not a place to play around; a fire could easily break out if one is not careful.

But if they were allowed to go to sleep like that, Hoshino Gokawa estimated that the others would not comply, because if they went to sleep, they would at least sleep until evening, which would be a waste of their opportunity to improve their cooking skills.

How could they possibly accept this?

So Hoshino Gokawa had no choice but to cook some slightly "special" dishes to replenish their exhausted spirits.