COSER, summoned by the strongest

12 month 24 number.

light snow.

Christmas Eve.

Otaku Holy Land. Akihabara.

There was a long queue in front of the Bentendo store.

A reporter held a microphone and randomly interviewed people in the queue.

"When did you start queuing here?"

In the camera, a blond-haired and blue-eyed boy appeared. The boy was wearing a red scarf, half of his face was covered with a white cat mask endorsed by Atong. He was wearing a beige coat, and he seemed to have been standing here for a long time.

Facing the camera, he froze for a moment, then obediently replied: "It's around 4 o'clock in the morning."

"Oh! As expected of the person at the front of the queue! You have been in line for 14 hours! Then why are you queuing here?"

"Oh, because I want to buy Owee, my son really wants it."

"Son, son?!"

The reporter lady looked very surprised.

"May I ask how old you are this year?"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy said solemnly: "I'm so rude, how can you ask the age of the heroic spirit? The age of the great swordsman of the universe is of course in light years."

The lady reporter hesitated and said, "Wait, isn't light and light years a unit of length?"

Al looked innocent: "So everyone said that I am the great swordsman of the universe."

reporter:"……"

Completely, totally incomprehensible!Is this the legendary cross-server chat!

The reporter looked bewildered, she held the microphone at a loss and stood there for a while, then turned to face the camera, showing an awkward but polite smile, "It seems that this little brother is playing a certain role in CospalyTwo-dimensional , let's not bother him, let's interview the next one!"

... In a sense, what she said was indeed correct.

So the camera turned, and a teenager wearing black earrings, strange bangs, and a yellow scarf entered the camera.

The lady reporter said enthusiastically: "Hello, when did you start queuing here?"

The black-haired boy replied, "Ah...me? Same as this guy."

The reporter suddenly realized: "It turns out that the two are together, so you are the little brother who is helping to line up to buy a game console...Uh, son?"

The black-haired boy choked, "No."

At this time, the blond boy squeezed into the camera again, and said solemnly: "It's not him, it's another son. After all, I actually have quite a lot of sons."

The black-haired boy: "..."

He pushed the blond boy out of the camera with a blank expression, and was about to say something when a voice cut in.

"What are you doing, Jie, Al, line up for me!"

The black-haired boy rolled his eyes, snatched the steaming oden in a cup from the man, and said to the reporter, "Here, this is his son. You can interview him."

The camera turned again, and a white-haired boy wearing sunglasses and a girl with short brown hair appeared.

The short-haired girl handed Al the oden in her hand, waved her hand, and walked out of the camera by herself, expressing her refusal to accept the reporter's interview.

So the reporter asked the white-haired boy who stayed in the camera, "I heard that this foreign boy is your elder, what is going on?"

"What a mess."

Gojo Satoru said impatiently: "I'm here to buy Owee, they're all waiting in line for me, do you have any questions?"

The attitude is very bad, but it seems that I just have a bad temper, and I have no malice towards the reporters and the camera.

The reporter blinked, "The boy said you are his son..."

Gojo Satoru said perfunctorily: "Cosplay, cosplay, all otaku are like this."

The topic finally returned to normal, and the lady reporter finally had a chance to get to the point. She asked with great concern: "There are rumors that Bentendo's Owee inventory is actually only [-] units, and each person in the queue can only buy one. , are you confident that you can snatch Owee?"

The white-haired boy was taken aback, "Wow, is it true?"

He glanced up.

"...Hey, it's not good, Jie, we're only the 103rd in the line that we've been waiting in for so long, isn't it impossible to buy?"

The black-haired boy said wearily, "Really? Then we'll just go back to school. What's the matter with queuing up to buy game consoles here on Christmas Eve?"

The white-haired boy said dissatisfied: "This is my birthday wish, the birthday is the biggest - that's what you said."

The black-haired boy sighed: "But that was half a month ago."

"Birthday wishes are valid anytime!"

"Really? It's my birthday in two months. How about I make a wish in advance and not queue up to buy game consoles on Christmas Eve?"

"Are you stupid? How can a February birthday wish work in December?"

"Ah? Who are you calling an idiot? Hey, we've been waiting in line with you for fourteen hours!"

"You also said that we've been waiting in line for fourteen hours, you'd be an idiot to think of going back now!"

"Am I just kidding?!"

The lady reporter and the photographer looked at each other, retreated silently, and decided to interview a woman in the front row. The woman wearing black cat ears said angrily, "What is the favorite of the otaku? I don't like this kind of thing." Disgusting thing, I am here to buy game consoles, and I can earn 20% of the purchasing fee!"

Home into the glass: "..."

She silently lit a cigarette.

"There really isn't a single normal person here."

The two male classmates behind her were arguing in full swing, causing the people around them to back away automatically. The housemate felt that she was exhausted in the [-]-hour queue, and she said tiredly: "When is the Bentendo store on earth?" open?"

Al took out his phone and looked at it, "There is still half an hour, but if there are really only a limited number of [-] units, we probably won't be able to queue up."

Jia Ruozi sighed: "Wu Tiao will definitely not let it go. The release date of this broken game has been postponed again and again, and now he is still doing this kind of hunger sale. He has already given birth to obsession. If he can't buy it, he will definitely make a fuss."

Al thought about it and thought it made sense.

After all, it's Wu-chan's birthday wish, so let's think of a way for him. If it catches up with the first release, there should be special gifts and the like.

He patted a man in line ahead.

The man standing in front of him turned his head with earphones on, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Al handed him the steaming oden, "Want to eat it?"

man:"……"

His stomach grumbled in due course.

A group of people like Al and the others line up together, and they can take turns to go to the nearby supermarket to buy a drink or something to eat, but if there is only one person in line, they can only stand still until the game console is released. He is actually hungry. up.

"Yes, can you?"

"Okay, but we have to change places."

The man glanced at Jiarui Nitzi, Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu behind Al, and hesitated, "Should I trade with you, or with you?"

These four people wore scarves of different colors, but at first glance they looked like scarves of the same style.

Al said frankly, "Of course it's just me."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and readily changed places with him.

——Oden is still steaming, well, I am so touched!

Almo made a gesture of raising his hands and cheering.

"Yeah, I made it one place!"

I was fortunate enough to watch the whole process of the house into the glass: "... Is this really okay?"

Al said bluntly: "Well, of course. Both 102 and 103 are a hundred miles away, so there is no problem with using the food meter. For Wu-chan's game console, I sacrificed my favorite food!"

"...Indeed. But even if we become 102, we still can't rank Owee."

"Well, you're right."

Al probed to observe the few people in front, and quickly locked on to the new target: "Glass sauce, help me find the location."

He trotted forward a few steps and patted a woman on the shoulder.

This woman is the one who just yelled at the reporter that she was here as a purchasing agent.

Al showed a harmless expression, and said in a low voice, "Sister, can I buy your place with money?"

The woman was taken aback, and then resolutely refused: "Huh? Do you know how long I have been queuing here? I came to line up at midnight, how could I give you my seat!"

Aldao: "I will pay ten times the purchasing fee."

"..."

"Twenty times."

"..."

Al turned around and left: "Don't forget it."

"Wait!" The woman grabbed him and showed a warm smile: "Sell it! But twenty times the purchasing agent fee is this price, and I will charge it now!"

She stretched out five fingers, and Al nodded calmly: "Wait a minute."

He turned around and walked to Wujo Wu, pulled Wujo Wu's clothes, and stretched out a hand with a calm face: "Wu-chan, wallet."

Gojo Satoru, who was having a passionate exchange with his best friend: "..."

He froze for a moment, took out the wallet from his pocket, and handed it to Al with a suspicious expression on his face. Al took the wallet, took out a few of the largest tickets from it, and handed it to the woman.

The woman counted the money, and gave up the seat to Al without saying a word.

——If you can make more money and save half an hour of freezing, a fool will refuse!

So Ashiti ranked 72nd.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Home into the glass: "..."

Jiajin nitro slowly exhaled the smoke ring.

"When some idiots only quarrel with elementary school students, some heroic spirits have successfully advanced into the upper circle."

Gojo Wu & Xia Youjie: "..."

They were deeply ashamed, and they stopped quarreling at the same time.

Half a month ago, Al finally broke away from the personality of "Minami Raimitsu" and turned back into a blond boy, but the strange thing is that he did not change their titles back to Master, but kept his mother's personality. "Wu Jiang", "Jie Jiang" and "Zhi Zi Jiang" call them sons from time to time.

When Xia Youjie asked strangely "Why do you still call us sons", Al replied very calmly: "You have always been my good sons, Dad will always love you."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Come on, come on, this familiar feel who doesn't want to communicate normally, this guy is simply a master of pretending to be stupid, right?Always communicate normally only when you want to!

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned around, "What, is it on fire?"

Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nizi also looked back, there was a bonfire about dozens of people away, and the familiar trio from Gintama High School were sitting there warming up.

The staff of Bentendo wondered: "Well, customers, can you warm up here? Everyone is queuing up, and your appearance will scare other customers."

"Huh? We have queued for ten hours, can't we even have a fire? We just want to keep warm!"

"No, this is no longer the level of heating, this is already a small fire."

"..."

Xia Youjie complained, "Have all the idiots in Tokyo gathered in Akihabara? Is this a concentration camp for idiots?"

Jia Ruozi laughed at him: "It's good that you know."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Al asked them, "What's going on, Jay-chan?"

Xia Youjie replied: "It's nothing, it's just that those people from Gintama High School appeared in the team behind."

Gojo Wu analyzed: "They are deliberately creating chaos. Based on what I know about them, they should want to take advantage of the chaos and take advantage of the opportunity to jump in the queue."

Sure enough, Ginpachi Sakata of Gintama High School brought a group of his students to make trouble. It was a bonfire, a hot pot, and a bath... It was full of tricks. If you look carefully, he brought more than two or three students this time, stupid students The number directly doubled several times.

The order of the team was messed up by the guys from Gintama High School, and they took the opportunity to squeeze forward, and they advanced behind the high school trio in a short while.

Sakata Ginpachi eagerly stretched out his claws to them again: "Hey, brothers and sisters in front, have you been queuing here for a long time? Do you need a warm baby to keep warm?"

Wujo Gojo, Xia Youjie, and Jiarui Glass turned their heads at the same time, looking at Sakata Ginpachi expressionlessly.

Sakata Ginpachi: "..."

The silver-haired young teacher was stunned for a moment, and then warmly said: "Hey! So it's you! Really, Akihabara is some kind of idiot concentration camp, where all the idiots in Tokyo gather!"

"..." The high school trio said in unison: "It's good that you know."

Sakata Ginpachi: "..."

Xia Youjie said sternly: "Anyway, give up, your crooked ways have come to an end, and you all line up for me."

Sakata Ginpachi scratched his hair, and said helplessly: "I said, don't be so rigid. Your position is not within a hundred, right? Let's join hands and drive away all the guys in front. This way, the limit is only one hundred." This Owee is all in our pocket, if it is resold, it will definitely sell a lot of money."

"...Is this what the people's teacher should say?"

"The teacher also wants to earn some extra money. Who can support that poor salary? The favorite game of young people, the Owee I bought can just be sold to my dear students..."

"Be careful that we record and report you, you bastard teacher."

Kagura glanced at the front: "The people in front seem to be battle-tested masters, so it's not easy to attack at first sight, Ah Yin, what should we do? Do you want me to rush over and vomit?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Gojo Satoru pressed her head expressionlessly, "You are not allowed to jump in line, especially in front of Al, I'm sure Owee is pretty sure, so don't make trouble for me."

Al?

They were about to crane their necks to see who Al was, when the door of Bentendo opened suddenly, and the staff in overalls shouted: "It's time, Owee from Bentendo, start selling! Please follow the order you have arranged, don't rush and don't run away , according to the guidance of the staff, each person can only buy one, and Owee is limited to one hundred—"

"Come on!!!"

Sakata Ginbachi rushed in first.

Kagura and Shimura Shinpachi followed closely behind, and under their bad influence, more people in the back rushed into the store regardless.

"Hey! What are you doing!" The staff panicked: "Are you listening to us?!"

"Who cares about you! The rule of this world is the law of the jungle!!!"

The scene suddenly became a mess.

The lady reporter shouted excitedly: "The scene is in chaos! The scene is in chaos! The competition for the limited edition Owee kicked off, this is really too dangerous, this is really too dangerous——! The war of otaku It started!!!"

Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth, "This is no longer a level of chaos, it's simply a riot."

Gojo Satoru said confidently: "Don't worry, Al won't lose."

Sure enough, Al's figure was no longer there.

The two male students who are 1.9 meters tall and 1.8 meters tall are natural fortresses, and no blind guy dares to bump into them.

She complained: "The game released on Christmas Eve caused riots on Christmas Eve. It is possible that Owee may suspend the release after the incident becomes serious."

Gojo Satoru: "!!!"

"Then what to do!" He hesitated for a while, and was about to rush into the store to join the melee when the lights of Bententang suddenly went out.

"?"

In the store, a middle-aged man dressed as Doraemon appeared on the elevator, and said loudly: "Hahahahahahaha—you, do you want Owee that much?!"

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, "Who is that?"

Xia Youjie hesitated, "Uh...maybe it's the store manager?"

The store manager of Cosplay Doraemon said passionately: "Since you are so enthusiastic, I have no choice but to change the original rules for you! Games - you should get them in the form of games, this is the real player! Come on, Come and participate in my betting game, let us select customer representatives, and have a game duel on the spot, and whoever wins the bet can get the right to buy Owee—"

Al punched Doraemon on the head.

boom--!

The manager of Cos Blue Fatty fell to the ground, and before he could cry out in pain, he was picked up by his collar.

The blond boy said with a blank expression: "Are you kidding me? I was the 72nd one. It is a matter of course that I can buy Owee. Immediately, immediately, give me Owee. My son is still waiting to play the game."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Home into the glass: "..."

This scene, this line, this momentum, who saw it and didn't want to yell Dad! ! !

The store manager whose hood was knocked off flinched and said, "That, that, please don't use violence against the store manager..."

Xia Youjie also said: "...Well, Al, I support you 100%, but don't bully the weak."

Although Al is obviously very very very restrained, but, but——

The blond boy grabbed the store manager with one hand and stepped on the fat blue man's hood with one foot. He turned around and said confidently: "But Doraemon is not weak."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Al: "Are you looking down on Doraemon? Jay-chan."

Xia Youjie... Xia Youjie turned off the microphone.

——No one can look down on Doraemon!nobody! ! !

So Al turned his head back, facing the panic-stricken store manager, he calmly said: "Give me Owee, and my companion, we are all in the top 100, so we have to have one, or we will kill you .”

Store manager: "..."

High school students: "..."

Al, Al! !Al, who has the personality of the great swordsman in the universe, was also such a violent character before? !And we are not in the top [-] at all, don't lie to him seriously! ! !

Five minutes later, the blond boy left Bentendo's store with four boxes of Owee in his hand, and the three high school students followed him helplessly and silently. When they walked out, they heard a commotion behind him stand up:

"We also want to buy Owee according to the original rules, you bastard store manager who goes back and forth with marketing!"

The store manager yelled angrily, "Shut up! You nerds who only know how to play games! Go to school! Go to work! Don't hide at home and play games all day long! You bastards who only spend your mother's money! "

High school students: "..."

After they walked a long way, Gojo Satoru patted Al on the shoulder and said, "Thank you, Al."

Al gave him a thumbs up.

"I said before, I will definitely fulfill Wu-chan's wish."

Gojo Satoru was rarely moved.

Since the depersonalization of "Minato Raimitsu", the blond-haired and blue-eyed Heroic Spirit is still the same inconspicuous otaku swordsman, but they vaguely feel that something has changed.

Not the kind of superficial changes, but deeper, core changes.

Al felt it himself.

After fulfilling Gojo Satoru's birthday wish, the obsession in Al's heart finally calmed down slightly, and he regained his previous heart (wu) peace (jing) energy (da) and (cai).

Al stopped and looked at the giant in front of him.

"...A bronze statue of Gundam?"

Three high school students looked up at the same time and saw a huge bronze statue of Gundam standing on the square in Akihabara, covered with Christmas decorations, snowflake lanterns, star lights, sock pendants, Santa Claus pendants, elk dolls ...

Jia Ruozi complained: "Why did you hang these on the bronze statue of Gundam?"

Gojo Satoru analyzed: "After all, this is Akihabara, maybe the bronze statue of Gundam was used instead of the Christmas tree."

As expected of you, Akihabara, the holy land of otaku!

Al asked them: "Masters, do you want to take a photo together?"

The four high school students looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so they quickly moved under the bronze statue of Gundam, and took a photo with this strange "Christmas tree".

"eggplant--!"

Click.

Xia Youjie looked at the photos he had taken and asked, "Don't you think it would be great to replace the bronze statue of Gundam with a statue of Pikachu? For Christmas, Pikachu is cuter, right?"

Jia Ruozi took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"I think you are too poisoned by Pikachu."

Al, however, patted Xia Youjie on the shoulder and said encouragingly, "Well, if Jiejiang doesn't become a magician someday, you can try to run for mayor."

"...Huh? What does running for mayor do?"

Al said seriously: "You can replace the bronze statue of Gundam with Pikachu when you become the mayor. Well, Jay-chan, I'll wait for you for ten years!"

Wujo Wu laughed loudly, and he said with emotion: "Jie, I will also give you ten years. After ten years, you must come back to us as the mayor, okay?"

Jiajin Nitzi couldn't help laughing: "Well, you're so ambitious, Xiayou."

Xia Youjie complained, "Don't run for mayor just because of such a boring thing, and it's not under the mayor's control."

Al's eyes were shining, he raised his head slightly, looked at the fine snowflakes falling from the sky, and stretched out a hand.

"I mean, ten years from now, we will spend Christmas Eve together, Masters."

This is the first time he has spent Christmas Eve with his "family" since he was 12 years old.

Wujo enlightened: "Nonsense."

Xia Youjie also took it for granted, "Of course."

Jia Ruozi lit a cigarette, and said coolly: "Well, if you don't work overtime, it must be fine."

Anyway, the four of them are very strong, even after ten, twenty, or thirty years, they must all be living well.

Al looked forward to it: "Happy Christmas Eve, Masters."