Crossover Anime: I'm Kasumigaoka Utaha's Brother

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"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a map. Even if it's gone, will we still get lost?"

His friend (aeej)'s words of comfort had no effect; in fact, they acted as a fuse, igniting the man's already explosive temper: "What do you know! Tickets are limited. If you have a map, you can get to other facilities faster than others, which means you have a greater chance of getting a ticket... Damn it!! In a game, this kind of mistake would be fatal!"

"Not bad, it might even give you a notification like 'Important clues lost'!" The people around him looked at the uncle with "pleasant" smiles, not forgetting to add a few sarcastic remarks. As expected of "loving" comrades, they showed no mercy when they started!

The hall buzzed with discussion once again. Of course, only a very small number of people threw away the map after receiving it. The vast majority of people were holding the map up to their eyes, carefully examining the routes on it, hoping to find the most efficient "treasure hunt" route. In their minds, the tickets to the Muse concert were already synonymous with "treasure"!

"The game ends at 6 PM. Regardless of whether the 2,000 tickets have been distributed by then, the ticket sales will end. However..." Baili Xiao looked around, his eyes filled with excitement: "Judging from everyone's expressions, I'm afraid the 2,000 tickets will be sold out in no time, right?"

The image of "a group of people standing at the entrance of a roller coaster, anxiously watching the cars rushing past and constantly muttering, 'Why isn't it stopping yet?'" flashed through Baili Xiao's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Here, I hope that nothing unpleasant happens during the treasure hunt... I know that some of you here possess powers beyond the reach of ordinary people, but if you are found to be 'bullying the weak,' you will be disqualified from participating in the concert, and even... any future works created by our [Huaxia] Studio will no longer be open to such people!"

As he finished speaking, Baili Xiao deliberately lowered his voice and made it much more somber—the "personal information network" in this world had been perfected to the extreme, and anyone who dared to recklessly test the boundaries of Baili Xiao's rules should be prepared to be "blacklisted by the [Huaxia] Studio"!

At that time... neither light novels, nor manga, nor animated films will be available to this person anymore (of course, you can buy them through other people, but that would definitely not feel good)!

"Don't worry, Teacher Baili, our power isn't for bullying fellow anime fans!" A figure shrouded in a thick black robe responded loudly—he came from the icy kingdom ruled by Emilia in the north, and his entire body constantly emanated a chill that was enough to insulate him from the sweltering heat of summer. Moreover... this was only because he had deliberately covered himself with thick clothing!

If he were to remove his robe, the intense cold would be enough to freeze all those around him who were "cooling off" into icicles—but he would not do that, never.

Why? Because everyone around them is a fan of the "Name" party! Already at a disadvantage under the "bombardment" of the "5 Centimeters Per Second" party, they should unite even more now!

"Yeah, Teacher Baili, using force to suppress fellow enthusiasts in this kind of matter, no matter how you look at it, you'll be laughed at, right?"

"Teacher Baili, if you discover anyone bullying the weak, please let us know. We will definitely give that 'comrade' a 'friendly' 'condolence' after the concert!"

The responses rose and fell, and Baili Xiao silently thought to himself, "These are the friends who love anime." He nodded slightly and said, "Those who have already won online tickets, please try not to interfere with other people's treasure hunt. Of course... in order to allow everyone to relax and have fun, we have prepared wonderful performances in a specific area for those who have already obtained tickets. Don't miss them."

With her hands gently clasped together, Baili Xiao's smile grew even wider.

"Now, the game officially begins!"

Chapter 0183 Macaron's Musical Theater! (First update, please subscribe)

"Shute! Shute! Where are we going now?" Alessa followed closely behind Shute as they ran out of the convention center. Her golden and blue eyes looked around, and the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily. Just like an international marathon, there were crowds of people running everywhere. The sight of thousands of people pouring out of the convention center at the same time was extremely spectacular, which not only shocked Alessa, but also the tourists who had just entered the park.

"Huh? What happened? Was it a terrorist attack? Is that why everyone's fleeing the convention center like madmen?"—This was the first thought that popped into the minds of many new visitors. Of course, this thought vanished after they learned what had happened inside the convention center, and they themselves became what was called "madmen"...

"Alessa! Stop daydreaming! Quick, find the furthest attraction on the map!" Schut said, his eyes rapidly scanning the map for the target. Just a few seconds later, he had a plan: "Follow me!"

"Huh? Huh? Why choose the furthest one? Isn't that a waste of time?" Alessa asked blankly, but despite her words, she still followed closely behind Schutte, her black high heels clicking crisply on the marble floor. From childhood to adulthood, Schutte had always done better than her at everything. Although she didn't say it, Alessa held the belief in her heart that "Shutte is much smarter than me."

“Every facility has its own limits. Nearby tourist attractions will definitely be crowded... Instead of wasting time queuing there, why not try your luck in a more remote place!” Schutt’s eyes gleamed with an unusual light, and his bright red fingernails pressed heavily on a point on the map—marked with the words “Macaron Musical Theatre”.

"A musical theater? This amusement park has that kind of attraction? But..." Alessa glanced at the other locations marked on the map, her eyebrows twitching slightly as she chuckled, "These markings are way too small! They can't compare to other places—like the Ferris wheel..."

As she said, the words "Macaron Musical Theatre" are easily overlooked on the diagram if you don't look carefully.

"That's good, maybe we can get ahead of the game." Schutt carefully placed the map into his backpack, took a deep breath, and strode into the shady path ahead. "Let's hurry! It's hard to guarantee that no one else is thinking the same thing as me, we need to make the most of our time!"

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"Macaron, do you think anyone will come here today?" In the newly renovated "Macaron Musical Theater," Tiramisu asked Macaron beside him listlessly, her head hanging low. As two of the three most famous (former) mascots of "Gan Hui," Tiramisu and Macaron seemed somewhat dejected.

Since the major renovation of "Gan Hui", the number of visitors has increased dramatically every day. Almost all the mascots have been loved by visitors, except for the rides run by Tiramisu and Macaron, which are rarely visited.

There are several reasons for this, but the two most important ones are: first, the location they were in was too remote, accessible only by a narrow path.

This was unavoidable. When designing the "Macaron Musical Theatre" and "Tiramisu Garden Adventure," the designers intended, "Since it's a musical theatre, let's choose a quiet, atmospheric location!"... Paths, green lawns, various flowers blooming on both sides of the road, and brightly colored butterflies appearing from time to time—from every angle, it perfectly matched the original design plan...

But! The designers forgot that tourists come here to have fun, not just to relax and listen to music.

That's why, after "Gan Hui" was completely renovated, "Azure Ocean," which resembles Big White (a two-headed shark mascot), attracted many tourists because of its "water park" nature. In addition, the occasional performances such as "Iron Beard Pirate Ship" transformed it from "nobody" to one of the most popular attractions!

For example, Rublum (a giant red dragon who often plays the villain in performances) caused a huge sensation on the internet after his first performance because of his "majestic appearance" and "rare dragon race". Countless tourists visited his training ground just to catch a glimpse of the dragon race!

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The second reason is a bit embarrassing to talk about—many of the mascots' facilities were rebuilt with the help of Kopoli (the Earth Fairy) and Taramo (the chairman of Mole Construction Company), but the facilities for Tiramisu and Macaron... were only renovated...

You have to understand that even the most perfect renovation is still just a renovation. How can it compare to "brand new"?

"Phew, what can we do even if no one comes?" Macaron sat in his chair, a look of utter disappointment on his face. "Everyone else got plenty of funding, the kind where the budget and special effects are both explosive, but the two of us are just... what you'd call 'AV quality'..."

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His disappointment was clearly evident in his words; even his usually energetic catchphrase, "Dragon," sounded much hoarse.

"What can we do, Mimi? Even if we ask for the reconstruction of the facilities, Isuzu will refuse on the grounds of 'insufficient funds,' Mimi! Ugh! So frustrating, Mimi!" Tiramisu also showed his middle-aged face, and even his accent had changed, which showed that he was extremely frustrated, just as he said.

"Sigh, the event should have already started, right? Nobody's here yet, and I'm afraid even less will come later..." Macaron waved his hand helplessly, and the two of them sighed heavily at almost the same time, then fell into a long silence.

“Or…” Tiramisu looked around, making sure that he and Macaron were the only two people in the room, before a knowing smile appeared on his face: “Since no one else is coming, how about we go for a stroll in Big White’s Azure Ocean? It’ll be packed! Full of girls in swimsuits, hehehe, maybe even some innocent little girls!”

"Hehehe..." Macaron's expression instantly became interesting—he knew Tyrami's character very well, after all, the two had worked together for so long: "Tyrami, you still want that after all, don't you?"

"Hehehe, don't you want to kiss me?"

P.S.: White is macaron, pink is tiramisu.

Chapter 0184 My Smoothbore Gun is Just a Toy! (Two Chapters, Please Subscribe)

"I do want to, but today is a different day, Dragon. Isuzu said that if anyone dares to mess things up today, without even needing to ask Teacher Baili for blame, she'll first use that smoothbore musket..." As she spoke, she used her fingers to make the shape of a "gun" and pressed it against Tiramisu's forehead: "Boom! That will definitely be a very satisfying sound, Dragon!"

"..." Tiramisu's face instantly turned ugly—in Gan Hui Li, he and Macaron were among those who were "frequently shot," to the point that it was "commonplace," so they naturally knew very well what it felt like to be "boomed": "Are we just going to stay here like this on this rare day?!"

"..." This time, Macaron fell silent. After a few seconds, as if she had made up her mind, Macaron stood up and walked to a corner of the musical theater, where she took out a delicate little box from a hidden compartment.

"Hey, '360' actually has a hidden compartment? Macaron, what good stuff are you hiding?" Tiramisu was stunned at first, then became excited—what could it be that made Macaron risk "a fate worse than death" (if Isuzu found out, she would definitely shoot endlessly, since pain bullets are super cheap) to make a hidden compartment for?

(Maybe it'll be one of those videos with a mature woman in black stockings and a little girl in white stockings, hehe, macaron! Good job!) Tiramie secretly gave macaron a thumbs up in her heart, craning her neck to look at the box: "Quick, open it and see!"

"Let me warn you beforehand! If Isuzu finds out, we're both doomed, Dragon!" Macaron warned solemnly.

“I know, I know! Isuzu doesn’t have time to come here! She’s too busy with other things!” Tiramisu nodded repeatedly, her short, fluffy little hands urging Macaron on, “You’ve already taken it out, what are you worried about! This isn’t like you, Macaron!”

“Hmm, that’s true.” Macaron chuckled and slowly opened the box—inside, several bottles of liquor sat quietly, along with several discs reflecting a faint light!

"Wow! Macaron! I'm starting to idolize you, Mimi!" Tiramisu cheered, reaching for the bottle, when he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye—a figure he knew all too well!

A perfect figure that rivals any idol star, an icy beauty with a cool and aloof face, and long legs clad in adorable white stockings—everything about her is so beautiful and pleasing to the eye—if only she weren't carrying two smoothbore muskets!

"Hehe, how about it? This is my most treasured collection of dragons! Today, let's drink and enjoy some action movies! Tiramisu! Admire me to your heart's content!" Macaron didn't notice Tiramisu's abruptly stiff movements and kept showing off his "treasure": "Tiramisu, you have no idea, getting these movies cost me a lot of kung fu!"

"Uh...well..."

"And these bottles of wine are all top-quality goods from Great Britain! I originally intended to enjoy them myself, but since we're in the same boat today, I'll share them with you!"

"Oh..."

"Hey! Don't be so indifferent, Long! What's wrong with you, Tiramisu?" Finally noticing that something was wrong with Tiramisu, Macaron took a bottle out of the box, unscrewed the cap, and turned his gaze to the former.

Macaron wondered if it was just his imagination, but he noticed that Tiramisu's pink fur was fading, especially her little face, which was almost pale!

"Tiramisu? Are you alright? If you keep fading like this, you'll look just like me...hehe." Macaron teased, bringing her nose close to the top of the bottle and taking a deep breath: "Wow, this aroma is simply irresistible..."

His words abruptly stopped, and Macaron's movements suddenly froze—a cold object was pressing firmly against the back of his head!

This feeling... is all too familiar, like having an Isuzu musket pressed against your hand!

No, we should remove the word "like" and make it "is" instead!

Screwing the bottle cap tighter bit by bit, and slowly placing the bottle into the box, as if to "avoid leaving any residue on his hands," Macaron vigorously rubbed his hands on his clothes before stiffly turning his head and looking at the cold-faced Isuzu with a fawning smile: "Oh, isn't this Lady Isuzu? When did you arrive, Dragon?"

"When you open the box," Isuzu replied coldly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she placed her finger on the trigger. "Macarons, tiramisu... drinking is not allowed in the park. As veterans of Gan Hui, you should know this rule, right? Especially on such an important day..."

"If Lady Latifa hadn't been worried about the two of you and specifically sent me to check on you, I'm afraid future visitors would have seen 'two mascots drinking and watching adult films'?"

As Isuzu spoke, she slowly pressed down on the trigger, and just as a loud gunshot was about to ring out, the doors of the musical theater were suddenly knocked on!

"Boom boom boom!"

"Squeak~" The door opened, and two blonde beauties peeked out, their gazes simultaneously landing on Isuzu, who was "holding two smoothbore guns, the muzzles pressed against the foreheads of two cute mascots"...

After a moment of surprise, Alessa and Schutz trembled: "Y-yes, I'm sorry, we interrupted! Please continue! Please continue..."

(Robbery? Intimidation? Why think so much? Is this what we should be doing right now? Running away is the most important thing, isn't it?) Alessa and Shute had no doubt about the power of the smoothbore gun. From the two mascots' trembling legs, which were almost kneeling on the ground, they knew that it must be a powerful weapon... Slowly, they withdrew their heads and carefully closed the door. They dared not make too much noise. If they attracted the attention of the girl inside, everything would be over!

"Wait!" Just as the door was about to close, Isuzu's cold voice suddenly rang out!

Shute trembled slightly, biting his lower lip to keep his mind from wavering, and pulled harder—but the expected door closing sound did not occur. Instead, a small, slender, white hand, seemingly weak, yet firmly held the door shut, preventing him from advancing an inch, appeared between the door and the door frame.

With each inch of her fair hand exerting force, the door was pulled open once more. What Alessa and Schutz saw was Isuzu's cold, even somewhat gloomy and ferocious face (Isuzu trying to put on a smile).

(It's over, everything is over. Forget about going to the concert, it's uncertain whether we can even survive in this person's hands...) Shute and the other girl looked ashen-faced. Just as they were about to give up their last resistance and struggle, Isuzu's apologetic voice reached their ears.

"I'm so sorry! You two are tourists here to search for treasure, right? I'm sorry you witnessed such an unpleasant scene. I'm Gan Hui's manager's secretary, and I was just reprimanding my staff. As for that smoothbore gun... it's actually a toy, well, just a toy..."

Chapter 0185 The tickets are yours! (Third update, please subscribe)

"Playing, with toys?" Schut chuckled dryly. Such an obvious lie was easy to spot, but even though she realized Isuzu was lying, she didn't expose her.

“Yes!” Isuzu nodded vigorously and stepped aside to make way for them. “Since you two are here, why don’t you go and enjoy Macaron’s musical performance? Although this place isn’t very big, Macaron’s musical talent is undeniable.”

"Oh! You're that... girl handing out flyers at the amusement park entrance!" Alessa didn't pay attention to Isuzu's words, scrutinizing her for a while before finally exclaiming in surprise—it was understandable that she hadn't recognized Isuzu at first, since she was wearing a regular employee uniform when distributing flyers, but now she was wearing her own "Guardian uniform."

Nodding slightly, Isuzu extended her right hand in a "please" gesture: "Please come in. I'm sure Macaron and Tiramisu will give you a wonderful performance!"

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"Macaron... are you alright? You absolutely have to give it your all in this performance! Otherwise..." Backstage at the musical theater, Tiramisu stared at Macaron, who was tuning her violin, her expression complex. After a few seconds, she continued, "Otherwise... Isuzu really will..."

The fluffy little hands made a "kill" gesture at the neck, and even without saying anything, the meaning was extremely clear.

“Hmm, I know about dragons…” With a heavy sigh, Macaron felt for the first time the immense pressure on her, a pressure that concerned her life and fortune—and of course, Tiramisu's as well: “What are you afraid of! I’m a music fairy! This time, I’ll show them the real me!”

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"What? Professor Baili has become the acting manager of the amusement park? No wonder... this time, the new book launch and concert were held at Gan Hui Amusement Park..." With only a few dozen seats available, Isuzu accompanied Alessa to sit in the front row—the best spot for the view.

Seemingly to make up for her "violent" image in the eyes of Aresa and the other woman, Isuzu unusually talked to them a lot, including questions like "Why did Hyakusei-sensei choose to hold a concert here?"

"Thanks to Teacher Baili, the amusement park was able to attract a large number of visitors in such a short period of time, which solved our biggest problem."

The image of Baili Xiao appeared in her mind—the past few days, no matter what time of day, whenever Isuzu had something to report, the former was always in a meticulous working state, whether it was drawing giant posters or teaching Muse to sing and dance, etc.—thinking of this, the corners of Isuzu's mouth turned up slightly, but she quickly returned to her original expressionless face.

"Today's visitor numbers will probably break all previous records, right? Even compared to the world's most famous amusement parks, it's not far behind."

As soon as she finished speaking, a huge amount of music filled the entire venue. Isuzu's eyes narrowed slightly, and her already "expressionless" face became even colder. What filled her ears was a heavy metal rock style, which was completely different from the "soothing and gentle" violin music that Macaron usually played!

(Could it be that Macaron...)

The thought had barely formed in Isuzu's mind when Macaron appeared in her field of vision—a tight leather jacket encasing her round, white body, huge black sunglasses, punk-style studded gloves, and a brightly colored guitar, Macaron had transformed into a "Bōsō-zō-zō" (a derogatory term for a group of people who go on a rampage)!

(This is simply... ridiculous!)

Isuzu's fists clenched, tracing the exposed skin between her knee-high white stockings and skirt—she could freely draw or sheath her musket from any exposed skin, choosing her thighs simply because it was the easiest place to draw it—as was her habit, the next second, no, even just a split second, the musket would appear in her hand, followed by a "boom" that barely required aiming, ending this farce...

However, Alessa's whispered excitement interrupted her instinctive action: "Wow! Punk style?! I thought it would be a super boring instrumental performance, but now I'm actually looking forward to it!"