Anime Crossover: The people the Saniwa knows are all over Japan

The bird's cheeks were puffed out, and its beak never stopped.

The navigation system directed them to stop in front of a detached house.

"Ah, I'm home." Murasakibara said regretfully.

"Ugh, get home already (Purple Hairy Fungus, get home already)." Asuka swallowed a mouthful of snacks with difficulty, patted his waist, and said, "Let's go to the gashapon machine together next time."

No doubt about it, this guy is the kind of person who ruthlessly takes advantage of his good friends!

Actually, Asuka wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but because of the height difference... well, let's not dwell on sad things.

Murasakibara was rather naive and didn't feel like he was being used. Instead, he was happy thinking about being able to go out and play with Asuka again next time (and eat lots of snacks).

"Goodbye, Asuka-chan." Murasakibara waved. "I'll ask Ao-chan for his ID."

"Okay, remember to check if your phone has enough battery next time you go out."

"Bye~"

Murasakibara stood at the door until Asuka disappeared from his sight before turning around and going inside.

Having completed its task, the bird stretched and planned to find a secluded corner to teleport home.

Asuka-sama is exhausted today. She made five new friends, caught a bad guy, got into a fight, and even "robbed" more than a dozen gashapon machine shops.

She absolutely will not step out of the citadel again tomorrow, Sunday!

Thinking about this, he ventured into the woods, a place virtually untouched by humans.

Surely there won't be any more personal injury incidents that Asuka-sama needs to handle now, right?

Although she's not a saint who helps everyone, she can't help but step in when she sees tragedy unfolding before her eyes.

The woods were quite secluded, and Fei Niao wasn't the only one who thought so; she spotted two other people as soon as she entered.

A woman was facing a man, tears streaming down her face, speaking emotionally, her body swaying precariously.

The blond man, looking helpless, put his hands on the girl's shoulders and said something.

Just then, Fei Niao, who was about to form a hand seal, caught a glimpse of a fleeting silver light out of the corner of his eye.

Seriously... It's Saturday! Can't we just relax and have a nice day?!

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Asahina Kaname, male, 25 years old, male host and monk, is handsome and good at reading people, so he is very popular.

However, sometimes being too popular isn't a good thing.

A female customer who often asked him to have heart-to-heart talks invited him to the woods behind the shop, saying she had something very important to tell him.

Having encountered this kind of thing many times, I roughly know what she wants to say.

Although I didn't really want to keep this appointment outside the store, I was worried that this mentally unstable female customer might do something dangerous, so after thinking it over again, I decided to go to the woods as agreed.

He believes he is upright and has nothing to hide, and he never flirts with customers or has any contact outside the store or online, let alone engage in in-depth communication.

I did this job simply because I found it interesting, not to make money or become a playboy. I'm considered a breath of fresh air in the store.

After all, ambiguity carries risks, and he was well aware of that.

However, perhaps because of his charming face and eloquent tongue, he has already been confessed to by no fewer than ten guests.

Upon seeing him, the female guest hesitated for a moment before confessing her true feelings.

I was mentally prepared to refuse, but I was very careful with my wording, trying not to embarrass the other party.

But it was no use. The female customer became agitated, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and she even became unsteady on her feet.

Carefully support her shoulders, minimizing skin contact, and speak softly to soothe her.

But it didn't work.

I initially thought the female guest was hiding a small bouquet of flowers behind her, since that would fit the scene of a confession.

She then pulled out a knife.

And the tip of the knife was pointed at him.

Those encountering this for the first time will be completely bewildered.

"Crack~!"

The knife was knocked away and fell to the ground with a barely audible sound.