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

"I see. Then let's go back and eat." Nanjiro scratched his head.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he rushed up to the little girl with a "QAQ" expression on her face with a smile.

"Feiniao, you have such great talent, it's such a waste that you don't play tennis. Are you interested in learning tennis? You can become my student."

"At that time, Longma will conquer men's tennis, and Feibiao will specialize in women's tennis..."

Tonics, oh, so Asuka-sama will be a lazy bum in the back office for the rest of his life—

When Asuka saw Ryoma walk up to them, her eyes lit up, and she saw him as her savior.

At that moment, she forgot that her health bar was almost depleted and her mana bar was empty. In a final burst of energy, she dove behind Ryoma with almost instantaneous speed.

"Longma, save me!"

Nanjiro's eyes lit up even more.

That speed is incredible; it would be a shame not to play tennis.

Hehe, archery doesn't require speed either, let's leave the talent to the tennis world!

Nanjiro, who was secretly plotting his own scheme, beamed with joy.

The tip of my nose was filled with the fragrance of unknown flowers.

What flower is blooming?

After a moment of surprise, Ryoma realized that it might be the scent emanating from the bird.

As Nanjiro approached, he instinctively shielded the person behind him.

"Dad, Mom doesn't know about the photo album you hid under the carpet, does she?"

His threat was very effective; Nanjiro's face stiffened, and he instantly forgot about finding another little monster for the tennis world.

"Ryoma, don't tell Mom, or I'll tell Asuka about when you were five and still wetting the bed."

Huh? Senmo Senmo? Senmo was five years old and still wet the bed.

The bird cautiously poked its head out, its beautiful eyes blinking.

Oops, I accidentally let it slip.

Nanjiro put his right hand behind his head, made a "=w=" expression, and stuck out his tongue.

It was impossible to tell whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally.

Before Ryoma could get angry, Nanjiro quickly slipped away while Ryoma wasn't looking, leaving behind a message before he left.

"You brat, don't forget to bring Asuka home!"

Dangerous individuals have temporarily left the scene.

The bird breathed a small sigh of relief, now that it was safe.

"Thank you, Ryoma~"

Because it was a special expression of gratitude, her voice unconsciously tightened slightly, but it didn't sound deliberate; instead, it made people's hearts race.

Ryoma walked a few steps to the side, away from her, expressionless.

Asuka was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Ryoma, why did you run so far?"

why?

It smells so good, it's almost intoxicating, and it makes my heart beat faster.

Longma thought for a moment and decided to be more tactful and say it in a different way.

"The bird smell is too strong."

Asuka: "???" Are you serious?

"Little Flying Bird—Dragon Horse—"

Just as Asuka was questioning the meaning of life, Aunt Rinko's voice came from behind her.

"We've found you!"

Rinko appeared before them.

"Honestly, it's almost time to eat and Nanjiro still brought you guys out to play tennis. He just ran home by himself without bringing you guys back with him."

Rinko complained gently.

"Let's go home together."

The observant Rinko noticed that Asuka seemed a little down, so she went over to her and asked what was wrong.

Before she could even get close, the pretty little girl ran off.

"Flying Bird, why did you run so far?"

The similar question appeared again.

However, this time different people received different answers.

"Aunt Lunzi, stay away from me, I smell too strong."

Although she had just taken a shower that morning and smelled wonderful, she couldn't smell the odor on her body.

But Ryoma said that if the smell is strong, it can't be fake, right? (╥╯^╰╥)

"Huh? What is Little Bird saying?" Rinko asked, puzzled.

Even though she was some distance away from the little bird, she could still smell its sweet fragrance.

It has a sweet floral scent, but it doesn't quite smell like perfume. It's gentle, not overpowering, and refreshing.

Rinko quickly walked to the autistic little girl's side, took her arm, and said, "Little Flying Bird smells so good."

Asuka, who couldn't dodge in time, had tears in her eyes. "Really, Aunt Rinko? Actually, you don't need to comfort me. I can accept it."

"It's true! Whoever is spreading this nonsense, find them and give them a good beating!"