Anime Crossover: My Part-Time Job as a Giant of Light While Studying Abroad in Chiba

"Let the student council handle the rest of the troublesome coordination work."

"after all……"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's tone became somewhat self-reproachful.

"I forced you to take on this mess. You're not even a student council member, yet I made you shoulder such a heavy responsibility as the school-wide disaster prevention drill, and you still have to face those unreasonable accusations."

"There's nothing to apologize for, Hiratsuka-sensei."

Yukino Yukinoshita tilted her head slightly, her hair sliding down her shoulder.

"Since I accepted the commission myself, no matter how absurd the process may be, I will take full responsibility. That's my principle."

"That's true..."

Looking at the girl's stubborn expression, which refused to be persuaded, Hiratsuka Shizuka knew that further persuasion would be futile.

This child's pursuit of "real things" and her insistence on rules destined her to be battered and bruised when dealing with such slippery interpersonal relationships.

Hiratsuka Shizuka reached out to pat her head, but stopped halfway through.

"In short, you've had a tough few days, so don't be too hard on yourself, and don't take all the blame and malice on yourself."

"Even if the sky falls, the teachers are here to hold it up."

Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her hand:

"Go back and take a nap. Get some sleep and don't be late for your afternoon classes."

“…I understand. Please take care of yourself, Hiratsuka-sensei.”

Yukino Yukinoshita gave an impeccable bow, then turned and left the office.

With Yukinoshita's departure, only Hiratsuka Shizuka remained in the office.

"Really... they're all a bunch of troublesome brats."

Hiratsuka Shizuka scratched her hair in frustration and leaned wearily against the edge of her desk.

She picked up her phone from the table, glanced at the chat history again, and then tossed it aside in frustration.

The phone screen was still lit, and the name "Diye Jin" was prominently displayed in the chat history.

[Diye Jin]: That transfer student is very interesting; it makes me want to stop time.

Whether it's the rambling, nonsensical Rei or the stubbornly endearing Yukinoshita.

These kids, who are clearly in the throes of youth, are forced to confront a world that is already beginning to crumble.

"Seriously, that lunatic... please don't make things worse at a time like this."

Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed helplessly.

On the other side, in the old town of Chiba.

Because of the weather, the coffee shop had already put up a "CLOSED" sign on its door early on.

Inside the bar, Hibino Mirai held a fountain pen in her hand, her head down, diligently writing something in a brand-new notebook.

"Hey, Future, what are you writing all by yourself over there?"

Hong Kai crept up from the other side of the bar like a ghost, a damp towel draped around his neck to wipe his sweat.

"Ah, Kaisan."

In the future, he looked up and smiled.

"Since the store is closed, I thought I'd take this rare break and decided to write a diary to record our lives in this universe."

"Once it's full, I'll give it to Duan Jun as a record of his growth as a Warrior of Light."

"Wow……"

Hong Kai couldn't help but smack his lips, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"You're starting to look more and more like a worried mother. If you keep this up, that kid might never find a girlfriend in the future."

"After all, how many people in this world are more concerned about the future and more kind-hearted than anyone else?"

He smiled and patted the future on the shoulder.

"It's not that exaggerated, Kaisan."

Future scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

As he spoke, Hong Kai craned his neck to look at the contents of the notebook and read them aloud:

"May 7th, the weather was extremely hot."

"Duan Jun went to school and seemed to be in good spirits. When he left, he complained a couple of times because he didn't like the green peppers in my breakfast."

"Kaisan went to the beach to train again this morning, and came back covered in sand..."

As he read this, Hong Kai's lips twitched slightly, and he turned to look at the future.

"Hey, Future... why is this exactly like a primary school student's summer vacation observation diary? Are you planning to have Duan Zilian hand it in as a primary school Chinese homework later?"

"Ah, Kaisan! Don't make fun of me like that!" Future's face flushed slightly, and she quickly covered the notebook with her hand.

"I just wanted to record things in detail, after all, every day of peace is precious."

"It's too dry; that's called a lack of literary cultivation! Writing a diary requires 'soul'!"

Hong Kai patted his chest and asked excitedly, "Can I write something? Write a message for that kid."

"Of course, after all, this is everyone's diary."

In the future, she generously pushed the notebook and pen over.

"What message would Kaisan like to leave for Duan Jun?"

"Heh heh, watch closely, let a true literary wanderer show you his skills."

Hong Kai took the diary and pen, turned around gracefully, and straddled the chair next to him.

He rested his chin on his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were composing some masterpiece, his eyes so deep they were almost frightening.

"Since this thing is ultimately meant for that kid, it has to be imposing, it has to make him feel the weight of his seniority, like a mountain..."

Hong Kai pondered for a full three minutes, then his eyes sharpened.

As the pen danced across the paper, Hong Kailong wrote a long passage on the back page of the future elementary school student's diary.

"Snapped!"

Hong Kai slammed his pen on the table with a flourish, then proudly thrust his notebook at the future.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

In the future, he leaned closer and began to read it carefully:

[To the idiot who's read this far: If you're lucky enough to live to read this diary, please bow three times to the sun every day to thank this great man for turning you from a loser into a warrior with this newspaper.]

Also, stop getting entangled with those rich girls and young ladies all the time. Show some manly spirit! You have a long road ahead of you! Don't let yourself regret it!

Finally, even when your mentors are no longer by your side, remember to always move forward! Always maintain your love for life, and never forget the teachings they gave you! Be a responsible warrior of light!!

[—Your greatest senior, Hong Kai!!]

"Wow……"

In the future, her eyes sparkled, and she nodded vigorously.

"It's really good! It's full of Kaisan's personal style! I wish I could write such good words!"

"Of course!"

Hong Kai laughed heartily, his nose almost touching the ceiling fan.

"That's the weight of experience!"

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked towards Sobu High School through the gap in the blinds.

Speaking of the future.

Hong Kai turned his head and suddenly made a suggestion.

"How about we go out for a walk? Let's go check out that kid's schools. He keeps talking about Soubu High and Shuchiin High School, but we've never been there even once!"

Future paused for a moment, then said with a happy expression.

"Great! I'd love to see how Duan Jun usually lives at school."

"Let's go! Let's give that kid a surprise!"

Two bored Ultra Warriors embarked on their journey to the merged campus of the two schools with great enthusiasm.

Chapter 84 Each in Their Own Footsteps

Yukino Yukinoshita walked alone down the corridor back to the classroom with her head down.

Hiratsuka-sensei's words were still echoing in my mind.

"Don't take all the blame and all the malice upon yourself."

She knew, of course, that Hiratsuka-sensei meant well. But knowing is one thing, doing is another.

Although Yamamoto and his group were pulled into repairing the campus and were punished, which sounds fair and just, the underlying conflict was not resolved at all; it was only buried deeper.

They'll just keep this to themselves and then grumble behind their backs:

"As expected of the second young lady of the Yukinoshita family, even the teacher favors her."

In the corridor, several girls from other classes whispered as they passed by her, and Yukinoshita knew without a doubt what they were talking about.

Aside from the acquaintances in Class 2-F, opinions about her have always been terribly polarized.

This kind of thing is all too common for her.

When she was in elementary school, her indoor shoes were hidden and her textbooks were covered in malicious graffiti.

She was too smart, so she was envied; she was too beautiful, so she was hated; she always pointed out other people's flaws, so she was disliked.

Every time, she believed she was right; she upheld the rules and the truth.

But each time, she also tasted the price of insisting on being "right".

She was always right. The teacher always punished those who made mistakes, and those who made mistakes always bowed their heads.

But bowing one's head and agreeing are two different things.

After the punishment ended, they returned to their own circles, while she remained alone.

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped in the shadows of the corridor, looking at the scorching summer sun in the sky. She suddenly thought of her older sister, Haruno Yukinoshita.

She lowered her eyes.

If it were her older sister, she probably wouldn't have offended everyone so thoroughly.

My sister knows when to speak, when to laugh, when to make people feel like they've won, and when to concede and thus naturally take control of the situation.

That's something she'll never learn.

"Yukino, you're taking this too seriously."

My sister's voice seemed to be ringing in my ears again.

“Being serious is certainly a good thing, but if you want others to listen to you, you must first make them feel that you are listening to them.”

"You always manage to throw the right answer right in someone's face. While you're certainly accurate, the person being hit won't thank you."

She knew her sister was right.

But if you know the correct answer, yet pretend to be ignorant and deliberately slow down to wait for those who are unwilling to think... isn't that a betrayal of the "true thing"?

She didn't know, so she could only continue to be the one who insisted on being right.

She stubbornly persisted in what she believed was right.

Even if in the end, she is the only one left at the finish line.

Yukino took a deep breath, pulling her wandering thoughts back to reality.

She patted her cheeks and straightened up again.

At least for now, she has exercises to attend to and doesn't have time for self-pity.