There are so many geniuses in the anime compilation! What's wrong with me joining?

Seeing her concern, Sakurakoji Talent shook his head. "It's fine, Ichiyo. You know as well as I do that I'm usually perfectly fine."

"Very well. If anything happens, please, you must call me immediately!"

"I, Yashima, will rush over right away!"

"Alright." Sakurakoji Talent smiled in response, turning toward the mansion gate. "I'm heading out now."

"Take care, Young Master." Ichiyo's expression remained laced with worry.

Stepping out of the Sakura Mansion gates and leaving the residential area, Sakurakoji Talent wandered aimlessly through the streets in the month of January.

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Thick, heavy clouds pressed down from above, with a few rays of sunlight occasionally breaking through to reveal the dawn. Though winter had not yet faded, the white snow had vanished, and the empty streets were devoid of pedestrians.

He had no fixed destination; he was simply struck by a whim to walk around and see how much the scenery he hadn't visited in years had changed.

Although he returned with his Family Members to visit Relatives every year, his parents were always busy with work, sometimes arriving and leaving on the same day, clearly leaving no spare time for him to wander about.

Even if time had permitted, given his condition, he rarely felt the urge to go out and explore.

Taking the Ginza Line, Marunouchi Line, Tozai Line, and various other subways and trains, he wandered from day until dusk, from Minato Ward to Shibuya, then from Shibuya to Chiyoda, Shinjuku, and Toshima...

Sometimes he would walk in circles and end up back at his starting point, but that, too, was a novel experience.

Along the way, he turned heads constantly, drawing attention and being approached several times, all of which he politely declined with a smile.

He was even mistaken for Women a few times. Fortunately, he didn't run into any clueless thugs trying to drag him away; otherwise, if a certain someone found out, there might be another concrete-filled barrel in Tokyo Bay by tomorrow.

"Ah, it's raining."

He extended his right hand to catch a few falling raindrops. Perhaps because night was approaching, the temperature had dropped again, causing the rain clouds hanging in the sky to finally give way.

He hadn't brought an umbrella, but he didn't want to go back just yet. After sending a message to Ichiyo—who had checked in on him—saying, "It's fine, no need to pick me up," he used the awnings of nearby shops as cover and continued his stroll through the rainy night.

He had walked all day, which was practically his total exercise for the past month.

The area was filled with Record Stores, cafes, and bookstores, an atmosphere that made him feel psychologically at ease, and the pattering rain had driven away the otherwise dense crowds.

According to the map on his phone, he was currently in a place called Shimokitazawa in Setagaya Ward, which seemed to be quite famous.

"Heh."

His posture couldn't help but bounce along with the sound of the rain, his long brown leather boots splashing recklessly into small puddles on the ground. At times like these, one's mood can become unexpectedly buoyant.

Humans are quite fascinating, aren't they?

He had walked about half a street like this when, suddenly, his gaze sharpened.

In the corner of his eye, a figure caught his attention.

Through the curtain of rain, the person stood under a covered walkway, sporting short blue hair, their golden pupils seemingly capable of piercing through the dark night.

"Why does that feel so familiar?"

Rainy night, blue hair, golden eyes... wait, you are!

"Chuziliang?"

"Ah, pfft, wrong name. That's... Yamada Ryo?" Sakurakoji Talent questioned.

Although the two were somewhat similar in this setting, it was clearly a woman. She was Carrying on Back an Instrument Case and holding a vibrant green plant in her hand, which looked as if it had just been washed by the rain, and she was stuffing bits of it into her mouth every now and then.

Good grief, she's quite hygienic.

Sakurakoji Talent was stunned, then quickly regained his senses.

Wait, why are you here? Is this for real?

He had thought he had simply transmigrated into some mobile game and become the child of the Female Protagonist, and no one had ever told him that other characters existed in this world.

In his previous life, his only joy was watching anime and manga. Although he hadn't played that specific game, thanks to a certain video streaming site and the selfless efforts of fan-translation groups, he had managed to finish the general plot on his old, broken phone.

Of course, it was the version with the adult scenes removed.

Coupled with the fact that he had never seen any other familiar characters in all these years, he had assumed this world was just the setting of that game.

Wait, man? Is this an Omni-Anime channel?

Sakurakoji Talent was deeply shocked. It was the same abrupt feeling as living peacefully for over a decade, only to suddenly see someone transform into Ultraman right before his eyes.

He took a deep breath to calm his excitement. After a moment of thought, he walked toward her.

"Hello, this... you can't eat that."

Yamada Ryo stood under the bus stop, gnawing on the tender grass she had just plucked from the green belt. It was the end of the month, and to buy a new Bass, she had spent all her pocket money.

With no dinner in sight, she had no choice but to find some greenery to stave off her hunger.

Fortunately, she was experienced. After a few "Shennong tasting a hundred herbs" experiments and several bouts of diarrhea, she could now easily distinguish which green belts were edible.

Even luckier, it was raining today; the rainwater had washed the dust off the plants, and the taste was much better than last time.

The fresh, crisp flavor bloomed in her mouth. The vitality born from the sun, soil, and rain was crushed between her teeth, and the essence of that energy rushed straight to her head—it was simply addictive!

Rainwater paired with tender sprouts had a unique flavor.

"Mmm, mmm."

Honestly, isn't this kind of behavior super rock and roll? I'm so cool!

Suddenly hearing someone speak to him, she turned her head to look at the person who had approached.

"An angel?"

Her golden pupils dilated, as if she wanted to imprint the scene before her into her memory. The powerful impact made her forget to even continue chewing her food.

"Not quite, but close enough."

Sakurakoji Talent curled his lips into a smile and gently brushed his hair, feeling satisfied with her reaction. The silky sensation sliding across his fingertips put him in a great mood!

Praise me, keep praising me!

I grew up this handsome and put so much effort into my daily maintenance just so commoners like you could praise me!

"Ah, sorry." After snapping back to reality, Yamada Ryo realized that it wasn't an angel, but a beautiful person.

Then again, a real angel should be like Nijika, but even Nijika was nowhere near as good-looking as this person.

"May I ask if you need something?"

"It's nothing major, I just saw you eating that." Sakurakoji Talent pointed to the remaining leaves in her hand. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, this is edible, I assure you."

Yamada Ryo glanced at the food in her hand, then held it up in front of him. With her other hand on her hip, she stood straight, a smile appearing on her face as she explained with full confidence.

"Uh, that's not what I meant... I wanted to ask, why are you eating that?"

"I ran out of pocket money at the end of the month."

As soon as this was mentioned, Yamada Ryo's aura plummeted, and she pitifully crouched on the ground, drawing circles.

I know.

Sakurakoji Talent complained internally, but on the surface, he remained calm and smiling, offering a proposal that Yamada Ryo couldn't refuse.

"Then let me treat you to dinner. Only eating that isn't good for your stomach."

"Really?!"

Yamada Ryo stood up abruptly, grabbed his left hand with both of hers, and starlight began to well up in her eyes.

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Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies : Chapter 4 First Meeting at Starry

A quarter of an hour later, In a nearby Cafe, Sakurakoji Talent was elegantly enjoying the Pork Cutlet Bowl in front of him. The dish was a golden color, and after being drizzled with rich, fragrant sauce, it was enough to make anyone's appetite soar.

Come to think of it, Uncle Iyo seemed to have mentioned before that he would find time to treat him and Ashiri to a meal at some Pork Cutlet Bowl restaurant?

He seemed to like this dish in particular; it was quite surprising.

Across from him, Yamada Ryo was sweeping through the Pasta she had just ordered like a whirlwind. Before he had even taken a few bites, her plate was already empty.

"Do you need to order anything else?"

"By all means!"

Sakurakoji Talent asked considerately, and Yamada Ryo replied without hesitation. He smiled slightly and waved to call the waiter over.

"Excuse me."

The young waitress walked over with small steps, looking at the two of them with a blush.

These two customers are both great beauties, especially the one with white hair. Could they be celebrities from somewhere? No, even celebrities wouldn't be this good-looking, right? I wonder if I could take a picture with them.

After eating and drinking his fill, Yamada Ryo rubbed her bulging stomach and let out a satisfied sigh.

"I've come back to life."

Although one can survive by eating grass, humans really do need to eat proper meals after all. The fragrance of plants was no match for spices.

"Are you full?"

"Mm, I'm full. Thank you for saving me."

Yamada Ryo gave a thumbs up, glowing with radiance and wearing a victorious expression to express her gratitude to him.

"Saving your life is a bit of an exaggeration... hm?"

Just as he was about to shake his head with a bitter smile, he suddenly felt something unusual and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just a moment ago, he felt as if the pain that had been torturing him in his body had eased by a tiny fraction?

After confirming it carefully, Sakurakoji Talent's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. There was no mistake, it had indeed eased a little!

Although the sensation was extremely subtle, perhaps only one in ten thousand. But he had lived with this Strange Illness for over a decade, almost constantly accustomed to the pain it brought him, so he wouldn't miss even the most minute feeling. This feeling was definitely not wrong.

What is going on?

For over a decade, he, the Sakurakoji Family, and the Okura Family had thought of countless ways, spent countless amounts of money, and invited countless top experts, yet none had been able to alleviate his symptoms even slightly. How could there be a reaction today?

No, not today—just now!

He stared fiercely at Yamada Ryo before him, his gaze burning.

There is no mistake, the person before him, Chuziliang! She is the reason for all of this!

"W-what is it? Just so you know, I don't have any money on me!"

Facing his strange gaze, Yamada Ryo felt uneasy. She hugged her arms, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke with a cowering demeanor.

"I don't want money! I don't want money!"

Sakurakoji Talent was ecstatic inside. As long as he could resolve the issues with his body, he would be willing to treat Yamada Ryo to meals for the rest of his life!

Coming back this time was truly the right choice!

In just a few short days, he had discovered clues to a problem he hadn't been able to find for over a decade! Although he didn't yet know the specific reason for this phenomenon, it was definitely inseparable from her, and he just needed to keep a close watch on her.

Considering Yamada Ryo's identity, Sakurakoji Talent couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Someone who plays the Bass shouldn't have such great ability. As expected, does it still have to do with Omni-Anime characters?

Is this scientific? Scientific my ass, it's not scientific at all! But... it is very Omni-Anime.

But why is he the only one receiving this treatment? Is it just because his soul is an outsider? Hilarious, discriminating against outsiders, are we? It makes me so mad!

Depressed as he was, the most urgent priority right now was to further investigate the cause.

"My name is Sakurakoji Talent, what is your name?"

"Ah, excuse me, I am Yamada Ryo. Thank you for treating me to dinner."

Remembering that she hadn't given her name to her benefactor, Yamada Ryo hurriedly lowered her head to thank him and stated her name.

If it weren't for him, she would have been in a tough spot tonight. There are still good people in this world; it would be even better if she could borrow a few ten-thousand yen from him.

"Miss Yamada Ryo, right? Are you heading straight home after this?"

"No, I'm planning to go to a Livehouse run by a friend. I formed a band with some friends."