Enoshima Junko was just passing by Mitarai Ryota as usual.
In that fleeting moment as they brushed past each other, Junko Enoshima's exceptional analytical skills came into play.
Junko Enoshima's pupils slowly dilated, and then she immediately turned her head and grabbed Ryota Mitarashi's shoulder.
"Ooh!"
Ryota Mitarashi was startled by the sudden movement and cried out in surprise.
Junko Enoshima grabbed Ryota Mitarai's scarf and stared at him with her big eyes.
Ryota Mitarai looked at Junko Enoshima with some fear and said...
"What's wrong?"
Enoshima Junko's response to Mitarashi Ryota was a simple and straightforward one.
"Who are you?"
"I am Ryota Mitarai."
Then, Junko Enoshima loosened her grip on the scarf and hugged Ryota Mitarai tightly.
At this moment, Junko Enoshima was very happy, as if she had found her hope.
Junko Enoshima laughed heartily while holding Ryota Mitarai in her arms.
Ryota Mitarai, who was still unaware of the current situation, quickly said.
What are you going to do?
Enoshima Junko continued, hugging Mitarai Ryota with a happy expression.
"I have no idea."
"Although I don't know, I'm telling myself."
"This is another fateful encounter!"
Ryota Mitarai looked at Junko Enoshima with hopeful eyes, and blushed shyly.
The only thing that could give Junko Enoshima hope was despair.
So this must be a desperate encounter with fate.
"Ryota Mitarai, what talents do you have?"
Junko Enoshima released Ryota Mitarai, then put her hands on her hips and asked curiously.
The catching-up warrior, Mukuro, also stood beside Junko Enoshima, looking on with curiosity.
Let's see what kind of person this is, that he could make his little shield love him so much.
"I am the Ultimate Animator."
Ryota Mitarai, somewhat embarrassed, glanced away, avoiding looking at Junko Enoshima as he spoke.
"Huh, that's strange! I'm not really interested in anime or anything like that!"
Enoshima Junko was indeed very surprised after hearing about Mitarai Ryota's talent.
Although Junko Enoshima's own superb analytical abilities reminded her that the person in front of her was extremely important to her.
However, Junko Enoshima genuinely had absolutely no interest in things like anime.
"Animation...and the like."
Upon hearing Junko Enoshima belittle the anime, Ryota Mitarai clenched his fists, showing his dissatisfaction, and muttered to himself.
Because Ryota Mitarai spoke so softly, Junko Enoshima didn't hear him clearly.
Then Junko Enoshima tilted her head and said...
"What?"
This time, Junko Enoshima was met with a reprimand from Ryota Mitarai.
"Animation is a wonderful culture too!"
Seeing Mitarai Ryota's excited rebuttal, Enoshima Junko smiled and said in her mocking tone.
"It's here! Hahaha!"
"The anime otaku, his face flushed red from being provoked."
Ryota Mitarai retorted again, clearly annoyed.
"If you've seen the animations I make, you won't say things like that."
"Then, let me take a look."
Junko Enoshima stepped forward, grabbed Ryota Mitarai's cheek, and said...
The scene changes, and Mitarai Ryota, along with Enoshima Junko and Ikusa Mukuro, arrives at his small room where he makes animations.
Ryota Mitarai turned on his computer and then played the animation he had created for Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikuba to watch.
Soon, Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba were immersed in the world of the anime.
"Um... how was the animation I made?"
Ryota Mitarai stood to the side, somewhat anticipating Junko Enoshima's evaluation.
Seeing that Enoshima Junko hadn't spoken yet, Mitarai Ryota continued.
"Although it's only a semi-finished product, about half of it is still line art from the shooting."
Junko Enoshima, who was moved to tears by the anime, said with great relish.
"Domination, domination confirmed! After watching anime like this, watching other anime just won't satisfy me."
"What kind of garbage is all the anime I've ever watched?!"
Junko Enoshima was so moved that tears streamed down her face.
Then, Junko Enoshima pulled out a baseball bat from somewhere, walked up to Ryota Mitarai's anime collection shelf, and continued speaking.
"I don't need any more animations. Smash all those discs and stuff."
After saying that, Junko Enoshima swung her baseball bat and smashed all of Ryota Mitarai's collection of anime.
Upon witnessing this scene, Mitarai Ryota's face turned pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat, reaching out his hand and screaming loudly.
"My collection!!!"
At that moment, Mukuro Ikusagi placed his hand on Ryota Mitarashi's shoulder.
When Mitarashi Ryota turned his head, he saw only Senjiro Mukuro, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"Waaaaaahh ...
Ryota Mitarashi was also startled by Mukuro Ikusa's expression, which was a little funny, a little scary, and a little strange.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Junko Enoshima stopped swinging her baseball bat and explained to Ryota Mitarai, who was sitting on the ground in fright.
"Even this super flat-chested perverted woman was moved by the animation you created."
Immediately afterwards, Junko Enoshima squatted down and looked at Ryota Mitarashi with curiosity, asking him a question.
"I asked you, why are your animations so moving?"
"The animations you create can't be just simple animations, can they?"
Ryota Mitarai nodded, then turned to look at the animation he had created on the computer and said...
"Yes, the animation I create can interfere with the viewer's brain and directly produce pleasure."
"Interfering with the brain? What technologies did you use? Was it some kind of subconscious technology?"
"It's all of them."
"all?"
"Yes, we use color changes to stimulate the visual center. We use eye movements to induce cognitive operations for memory. We use sound to control concentration. I've used every technique at my disposal. And the animation even includes something called brainwashing technology."
When explaining the animation he created, Ryota Mitarai had a look of pride and confidence on his face.
After explaining the technology, Ryota Mitarai then explained the underlying principles.
"Just like gunpowder, depending on who uses it, some of it is made into fireworks, and some into bombs."
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