Crossover anime, and you call this a slice-of-life story?

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"Hey, Ms. Kamishiro, what's up with your call? I don't have any drafts to show you right now."

In an ordinary residential building, Kasumigaoka Utaha, wearing her pajamas, received a call from Ms. Kamishiro Rize, a reader with whom she had recently gotten along quite well.

She lay comfortably on the bed, her two soft breasts slightly deformed from being squeezed.

As for the reminder that Kirishima Touka gave her on the first day, she had long forgotten it, since the two of them had been chatting happily online during this time.

Rize Kamishiro also provided her with a lot of inspiration for her writing, and the two can basically be considered friends.

This had a significant impact on Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was always alone at school.

Therefore, he sounded very relaxed when he received the call from the other party.

"I'm not here to rush you to finish your manuscript today. I heard there's a light show in Chiyoda tonight. Want to go relax a bit?"

Rize Kamishiro's intelligent and gentle voice came through the phone.

However, Kasumi Akiha hesitated a bit, as she had originally planned to finish more manuscripts over the weekend.

She recently sent her writing to editor Machida, who thought it was pretty good and that if she continued at this level, the novel's sales might increase.

The document library will also apply for relevant publicity for itself at that time.

However, she didn't want to reject him, since he was her only reader and friend in real life.

"Staying at home all the time won't help you come up with good storylines. Going out and having some fun might give you some inspiration, and you might even have a wonderful encounter. Just think of it as a research trip."

Rize Kamishiro's words struck a chord with Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"In that case, well then, it's nice to relax once in a while."

Kasumi Akiha agreed, arranged a meeting time and place with Ms. Kamishiro, put down her phone, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a comfortable hum.

Speaking of her encounter, she couldn't help but think of a certain figure.

When she first met him, she was stunned for a few seconds by his good looks.

Although they often ran into each other at that coffee shop afterward, the two never spoke to each other.

That guy seemed to know the coffee shop staff quite well; I think he was called...Shangguan?

The other person was not only very good-looking, but their voice also sounded quite pleasant...

Lifting her head, Kasumigaoka Utaha patted her face, which was probably red from being covered by the pillow, and shook her head.

"Seriously, I can't believe I'm swooning over a complete stranger I've never spoken to..."

On the other side, holding the phone that had already been hung up, Rize Kamishiro's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

Looking at the bar in front of her, Rize Kamishiro muttered to herself, "Before we have our main meal, let's play a little game with that cool, handsome guy from before."

Chapter 53 The little housekeeper's requests must of course be met.

Inside the bar, Gin sat near a long table, his cold gaze sweeping over the codenamed senior officers of the organization before him, his voice still icy.

"That guy, Tunkou, is already being watched by the police. We need to take care of him before he's formally arrested. Pisco will be in charge of this operation. As a veteran of the organization, you should have no problem with that, right?"

Gin looked at Pisco, whose hair was gray but whose body was still quite robust, and spoke with an unquestionable tone.

"Although I am old, my skills have not declined."

Pisco was very annoyed by Gin's condescending gaze.

He knew that he rarely went on missions anymore due to his age, but he still received a lot of benefits from the organization. The organization had begun to be dissatisfied with him, a veteran, and this operation was also a test for him.

If he completes the task successfully, he will naturally remain a veteran of the organization and the chairman of the car company in the outside world.

If he fails to complete the mission, Gin will not hesitate for a moment to point the pistol at himself and pull the trigger hard.

"Hmph, that's for the best." Gin ignored the other's complaints and looked at the others again. "Chianti and Cohen are responsible for taking good positions and being ready to provide support and cover at any time. Vermouth will be responsible for assisting in secret."

"How boring, I guess we're out of the picture again."

Chianti picked at her nails, looking somewhat absent-minded, while Cohen remained indifferent, showing no expression whatsoever.

Vermouth, drinking the absinthe that served as her codename, gave perfunctory responses to Gin's arrangements.

If she hadn't been invited to the banquet by the same person, she wouldn't have bothered participating in this event.

Even if she doesn't come, Gin can't do anything about her. Even if he reports it to the BOSS, Gin will probably be the one who gets scolded in the end.

But since I'm just idling around anyway, it's not a bad idea to come out and find something interesting to do.

Gin felt a surge of anger rising within him as he watched the others' behavior.

He put so much effort into the organization, but all these guys were just slacking off. The only people who actually worked hard were actually undercover agents from other factions trying to boost their performance.

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became, and he stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in his glass.

Suppressing his urge to kill, Gin addressed the crowd in a chilling voice: "If anything goes wrong with this operation, don't blame me for being ruthless to my own people."

"cough……"

Gin glared at Vodka, who had spoken, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent. "Vodka, what, even you have a problem with this?"

"No, no, brother, there seemed to be someone outside just now..."

Vodka quickly explained that Vermouth dared to mess with Gin, but he wouldn't dare.

As the organization's ace's personal follower, he knew his older brother's temperament all too well. He was always very careful when driving his brother's car, afraid of scratching or bumping it.

His excellent driving skills were honed through gradual practice.

"Ok?"

Gin looked outside upon hearing this, but did not see any suspicious figures.

As a gathering place for the organization, the bar's staff and security personnel are all members of the organization, and if anything unusual had happened, someone would have come to warn them long ago.

"But I clearly saw it just now..."

"Enough! Remember the plan for next Friday night. I don't want to see any unexpected situations."

He felt that Vodka had been killing too many people with him lately and was as prone to hallucinations as he was.

After this mission, he planned to temporarily suspend his rat-catching activities and first find a psychologist from the organization to help him recover.

In the past, if someone told him he needed to see a psychologist, he would have shot them without hesitation.

Gin has killed countless people in his life, how could he possibly have psychological problems!

But recent abnormalities told him that even he, Gin, needed to see a psychologist.

Vodka felt wronged after being scolded; he really did see a woman outside staring at them.

She even licked the corner of her mouth at him, her tongue sticking out so long it was quite frightening.

But whatever my brother says goes.

The figure Vodka had just seen was none other than Rize Kamishiro.

With Rize Kamishiro's hearing as a ghoul, she could clearly hear the conversation inside the bar, even from outside.

This made her abandon her original plan to go straight in and chat with that cool and handsome guy.

"Murder game? I love it! Want me to help you?"

Rize Kamishiro was thinking about how to make her gaming experience the best it could be.

'That square-faced goofball is quite interesting. Let's start with him. I wonder what your expression will be after all your men are dead?'

What Rize Kamishiro didn't know was that while she was setting her sights on others, she herself had become someone else's target.

A hound wearing a mask with an eye pattern was following behind Rize Kamishiro, watching her every move, while passersby completely ignored the strange hound.

“Father, this woman is probably the same kind of person as the two guys we encountered before, right? The eyes she had when she killed people that night were the same as those two guys, and four tentacles appeared behind her.”

Nora, dressed in a kimono, stood on the rooftop, next to Fujisaki Hiroto, who had been scared away by Shangguan Yun.

Hearing Nora's words, Fujisaki Hiroto stroked the railing with one hand, watching Rize Kamishiro's departing figure, and chuckled, "She is indeed that kind of monster, and this woman's strength is much greater than those two good-for-nothings."

"What should we do? Capture her for research?"

Nora's voice carried a hint of eagerness.

"No, since she's no different from a human, why not try communicating with her? Maybe she can become a good helper in our fight against 'Heaven'."

"But she shouldn't be a match for those gods in Takamagahara, right?"

Nora was a little confused. Although the opponent was stronger than the two ghouls he had encountered before, it was still no match for a god with a divine weapon, unless it was a weak god.

“It doesn’t necessarily mean she has to fight against the gods. Doesn’t she want to kill people? Let’s create opportunities for her to kill more people. That will cause some trouble for ‘heaven’.”

Hiroto Fujisaki has always enjoyed doing things that can annoy the heavens.

With the current severe climate change, if more people die, many more monsters will surely emerge.

If the gods who come down to exterminate demons are not strong enough, then don't blame them for hunting them down one by one.

Over the long course of history, quite a few gods have died at his hands.

'And that kid Yato, he's been idle for too long lately, it's time for him to get some exercise. He was born from the desire to kill, Yato isn't a good kid if he doesn't kill.'

……

Evening arrived quickly.

"Ai, it's time to go."

Shangguan Yun looked at Ai Haibara, who was leaning against the doorway, covering her mouth with her small hand and yawning incessantly, and waved to her.

He seemed to have never seen this girl not sleepy; she always had a look on her face that said, "I want to sleep."

"Okay," Ai Haibara replied, and went into the restroom.

After quickly washing up and changing into clean and neat clothes, I picked up the designer bag I had bought with my previous salary and prepared to leave.

"You don't need to bring a bag just to go out for barbecue, right?"

Shangguan Yun asked, puzzled.

Ai Haibara rolled her eyes at Shangguan Yun. "Who told you we were just going to eat barbecue? I heard there's a light show in Chiyoda tonight, and I want to go see it."

Seeing Ai Haibara's expectant eyes, what could Shangguan Yun say? Of course, he had to fulfill his little butler's request.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked forward in the golden glow of the setting sun.

Chapter 54 Ai Haibara is no longer alone

Because they were going to Chiyoda to see the nighttime light show, Shangguan Yun and Ai Haibara gave up on the idea of ​​finding a barbecue stall.

If you've already filled your stomach beforehand, what's the point of going to the party?

The most interesting thing about attending a gala is eating your way along the street.

By the time the two arrived at the venue for the party, it was already completely dark.

But looking around, the area was illuminated by lights of various colors.

At the very center is a "Lantern Mountain" that is six meters high and decorated with many exquisite lanterns.

Accompanied by ancient melodies, the sounds of flutes, drums, and bells echoed through the streets.

An atmosphere comparable to a grand festival enveloped the visitors, and the lantern dolls were also lit up, revealing a completely different appearance under the night sky compared to the daytime.

The occasional fireworks in the sky added a touch of romance and solemnity to the entire ceremony, and the light show was made even more enchanting.

Shangguan Yun held Ai Haibara's small hand to prevent her from being separated from the crowd.

Ai Haibara's eyes were full of curiosity as she looked around.

Watching the women dressed in traditional yukatas and wearing gold and silver lanterns on their heads dancing on the high platform, she was captivated by all the novel sights.

In her more than ten years of life, this was the first time she had ever seen such a lively scene.

She never imagined that so many people gathered together would be so joyful.