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

"I thought monsters could live a carefree and unrestrained life..."

Perhaps because she received an answer different from what she had imagined, the girl looked up, her eyes filled with obvious disappointment.

“I was very obedient from a young age and followed all my parents’ decisions.”

"In order to make friends at school, I tried to change myself and fit into their circle."

"I guess I could call it a success. I did make some friends, but even though I'm surrounded by a lot of people, I still feel so empty."

"I'm not happy at all. I feel heavy-hearted when I'm with my friends. Is this normal?"

"Is it normal to always try to be someone others like, to always be afraid that others won't like you, and to do things that make you unhappy?"

The girl kept talking, her eyes gradually becoming vacant, and all the questions she asked seemed to be directed at others or questioning herself.

"If you feel unhappy interacting with friends, then don't interact with them."

To "force oneself" when given a choice is incomprehensible to Asuka.

She is good at assessing situations, but she can also be willful, and likes to do whatever she wants, provided it is permissible.

“But…” Fujiko said dejectedly, “If I don’t have any friends, I’ll be considered a freak.”

She heard the monster girl's soft laughter, which made her turn her head again.

I couldn't see anything clearly, not even its expression. No matter how wide I opened my eyes, it felt like a fog was shrouding everything in front of me.

This made Fujiko somewhat discouraged.

I really want to see it.

"I don't like your kind side. Can you turn into a bad person?"

Fujiko's eyes widened slightly at the words of the monster lady.

Her parents always taught her to be a kind child, because it's hard to become a bad person.

She looked conflicted because of this sudden "request".

Asuka was amused by Fujiko's serious expression. "Isn't this almost the same as 'I don't like the way you are alone. Can you make a friend?'"

"If one day, friends become an emotional burden, then throw away the burden."

"As for your parents, have you shared your thoughts with them?"

Fujiko was still immersed in the previous sentence, and it took her a while to slowly reply, "No..."

"They don't know your thoughts, so how can they respect your choices?" Asuka asked innocently.

"Why not try speaking out? It's much better than reminiscing about the past ten years later and saying, 'If only I had spoken back then,' right?"

"Isn't it a pitiful thing to leave regrets in a short life?"

That does seem to make a lot of sense.

"As expected of Miss Yokai, she knows so much." The gloom between Fujiko's brows dissipated, and a smile bloomed on her face.

After all, Lord Asuka is a great Onmyoji who has lived for 1,500 years _(:3」∠)_.

The girl is so sweet-talking and knows how to please people.

While the bird was still indulging in self-admiration, an unexpected change occurred.

"Miss Yokai? You've left?" Fujiko suddenly stood up, her movements hurried, and frantically circled the room. "I can't see you anymore."

The bird, still sitting in place, was momentarily stunned.

Could it be that the limited-time trial card has expired?

Asuka also stood up and circled around Fujiko, who was standing in the middle of the room, twice. After confirming that Fujiko couldn't see her, she became somewhat annoyed.

What a rare find – a little fangirl!

Although he felt the other person might not be able to sense it, the ghostly bird still comforted the trembling girl with a hug and whispered in her ear.

"I hope you can do what you want to do and become who you want to be."

Fujiko raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

She heard it.

But I didn't have a chance to say thank you.

Outside the art studio, Yukimura's hand was on the doorknob, but he hadn't had time to press it down yet.

A gentle breeze caressed my face.

The fragrance of gardenias fills the air.

The boy in the dark green school uniform looked out into the empty corridor. At the end of the corridor, through the transparent glass window, a few cherry blossom buds had opened, and the gentle spring sunlight poured in.