Broly’s Multiversal Foodie Adventure

"Principal, what's the background of this child?"

"He was sent by the Fujimura group."

"Huh? Isn't that the yakuza? Can't we just expel him?"

"When this school was first built, the Fujimura group helped a lot. They still donate money every year to support our educational development."

The principal didn't say much more, but the implication was clear: expelling the child wasn't an option.

"Then how about transferring him to another class?"

"Come on, our school only has so many first-grade classes. No matter where you transfer him, he'll still be in the same pot."

"What about promoting him to a higher grade? Even if his academic level isn't up to par, older kids are more mature and less likely to be affected by him."

After some discussion, the first-grade teachers looked to the principal, hoping he would make a decision.

Not fully understanding why the teachers were so eager to pass the buck, the principal decided to see for himself how troublesome the transfer student was during the afternoon class.

After the first class, the principal understood the teachers' struggles.

Teaching Broly was indeed a uniquely terrifying experience. The classroom was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, with only the child constantly asking questions while the teacher struggled to keep up with his endless, bizarre inquiries.

The root of this strange situation was that Broly had subconsciously equated learning with sparring with his father, Paragus, and was unconsciously releasing his combat aura.

Although he meant no harm, ordinary people couldn't withstand this aura. While it was fine for short periods, a 40-minute class under this constant pressure left both students and teachers feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.

So, to be precise, the first-grade teachers weren't being overwhelmed by Broly's strange questions.

They were being overwhelmed by his aura, which locked onto them as the primary targets, causing them to crack under the pressure of his relentless, peculiar inquiries.

"Alright, let's try moving the child up a grade."

The principal of Mifune Elementary School rubbed his temples and agreed to the first-grade teachers' request to pass the buck.

Thus, on his very first day as a first-grader, Broly was promoted to the second grade.

---

"Class, for the last period this afternoon, we will have a new student joining us. He will be learning with us for this class."

The homeroom teacher of Class 2-A had no idea about Broly's notoriety. She had simply been instructed by the principal to bring a child into her class.

"Alright, come in and introduce yourself."

Broly went with the flow. School was a novel experience for him. Following the unfamiliar female teacher's instructions, he walked into the classroom and stood at the front to introduce himself.

"My name is Broly. I'm a Saiyan."

Broly introduced himself honestly, but the second-graders were left puzzled by his words.

"What's a Saiyan?"

A little boy raised his hand and asked.

"The new kid is weird."

While Broly earnestly answered the boy's question, a girl sitting in the back row whispered to her desk mate.

"Weird?"

Tohsaka Rin thought that boys were just like that. After all, during recess, some of the boys played games about aliens fighting monsters.

"Alright, everyone is very enthusiastic, but it's class time now, and we need to maintain classroom discipline."

The homeroom teacher spoke and was about to assign Broly a seat.

Before she could decide, Broly spotted a girl in the back row.

[Discovered a potential target: Tohsaka Rin. Current happiness level: 0.]

(Note: Happiness points can only be obtained after the host intervenes in the target's life.)

"Teacher, I want to sit there."

Broly pointed directly at the seat next to Tohsaka Rin.

"Alright, then move the empty desk and chair over there."

The principal had instructed her to accommodate the child, so she didn't object.

[Back row by the window, the king's domain!]

As soon as Broly moved his desk and sat down, this phrase popped into his mind.

"He doesn't have any textbooks yet. Tohsaka, could you share your books with the new student for now?"

Seeing Broly settle in, the homeroom teacher asked.

Tohsaka Rin was the class monitor, more mature and capable than the average child.

"Sure, teacher."

The young Tohsaka Rin wasn't yet the aloof "princess" she would later become. At this age, she was cheerful, enthusiastic, and eager to help those around her.

This was largely due to her father's elegant and composed upbringing, which had made her act like a mature little adult despite being only seven years old.

"Hi, I'm Tohsaka Rin. You can call me Tohsaka."

Tohsaka Rin pushed her desk closer, placed the textbook between them, and introduced herself in a hushed voice.

"Hi, Tohsaka. I'm Broly."

Thanks to the gentlemanly knowledge imparted by a certain man yesterday, Broly didn't rudely call her "wife" right away.

"You already said that earlier on the podium. You also said you're a vegetable warrior from a warrior race, right? Of course, if you can eat a plate of boiled green peppers without flinching, I'll believe you."

Young Rin made a little joke.

"Boiled green peppers? Are they tasty?"

Broly's attention was immediately captured. He was very interested in food.

"No, they're bitter."

Tohsaka Rin answered seriously. Her mother had once made her eat boiled green peppers, claiming that mature adults could handle them, which forced her to choke down a few.

Broly: "..."

He immediately lost interest in boiled green peppers because he didn't like bitter flavors either.

"In this class, we'll review multiplication. Let's see how well everyone has learned…"

The homeroom teacher began speaking at the front of the class. Broly raised his hand.

"Teacher, what's multiplication?"

"You don't know multiplication?"

A boy turned around and asked. Broly shook his head.

"I only learned addition and subtraction today."

He answered honestly.

"Haha, you're a first-grader, aren't you?"

The boy laughed at him.

"Shinjo, did the teacher teach you to mock others?"

The homeroom teacher immediately scolded him.

"Broly just started school today. It's normal for him to be behind. Tohsaka here is our class monitor and also the academic representative. If you have any questions, you can ask her."

"I can teach you!"

Tohsaka Rin loved the feeling of being trusted by adults. With an air of [I'll take responsibility for helping the new student catch up], she enthusiastically offered.

"So, what's multiplication?"

Broly didn't hesitate to ask.

"Multiplication is the operation of finding the sum of several identical addends. If you know addition, it's not hard to learn…"

Tohsaka Rin quietly explained the basics of second-grade math to Broly. Unlike his earlier behavior in the first-grade class, where he kept asking questions and exuding a confrontational aura, Broly sat quietly in the corner, listening attentively. The class soon ended.

---

"How was it, Ms. Kawasaki? Was that child difficult to handle?"

After school, some first-grade teachers came over to ask the second-grade homeroom teacher about Broly.

"Not at all. The child was very well-behaved the whole class."

The homeroom teacher was baffled.

Broly had been very well-behaved during class.

At the very least, he didn't exhibit the hyperactivity common in mischievous children.

"Wait, he didn't ask you any questions?"

"He did. Why?"

"And you could answer them?"

This only confused her more.

In elementary school, were there really questions that teachers couldn't answer?

"You couldn't answer them?"

She asked cautiously.

"That child was too difficult to handle. There were some questions we couldn't answer."

Some of the first-grade teachers admitted honestly.

"Well, I didn't answer them either. I had our class's academic representative, a very reliable child, help explain things to him."

The homeroom teacher thought for a moment and gave a tactful reply.

"Wait, that works?"

The first-grade teachers looked at each other in surprise.

"Maybe children understand each other better."

After some discussion, the first-grade teachers came to a conclusion that, while not perfect, was at least somewhat plausible.

---

"So, how was your first day at school?"

In the evening, when Fujimura Taiga returned from school, she immediately sought out Broly to ask about his day.

"It was great. I asked the teacher a lot of questions and learned how to write five characters correctly, as well as addition, subtraction, and multiplication. It feels like my brain is growing."

Broly honestly recounted his achievements for the day. Before today, he hadn't even known what arithmetic was.

"Good job! I knew you were a smart kid."

Fujimura Taiga didn't hold back her praise.

"Oh, and I met a new wife."

Broly added, remembering something.

"Huh?"

Fujimura Taiga was startled but quickly realized what Broly meant by "wife" and calmed down.

"Did this new wife give you something to eat?"

"No, she didn't give me anything to eat."

Broly shook his head.

"But she taught me multiplication."

He said.

"Ah, well, um…"

The three consecutive interjections highlighted Fujimura Taiga's inner turmoil.

"That's a good wife you've found. Make sure to get along well with her and be friends, okay?"

Finally, she smiled and gave Broly this advice.

There's a saying that you become like the people you associate with. By befriending someone who excels in learning, Broly might pick up some good habits.

She saw Broly as a younger brother, but now she also felt a maternal urge, genuinely hoping that he would make friends with excellent, studious children.

"Okay."

Broly nodded, taking Fujimura Taiga's words to heart.

Even if she hadn't said it, he would have gotten along well with his new wife.

After all, he needed to increase her happiness points, which could be exchanged for food from this world once he returned to Planet Vampa.

---

Three days remained until Broly's return to Planet Vampa. That night, the Einzbern Castle on the outskirts of Fuyuki City was attacked.

The attackers were the Caster duo, who had just been marked as [prey] with a Command Seal bounty earlier that day.

This pair had been recklessly abducting and killing children, blatantly exposing the existence of magecraft. Their actions had infuriated the overseer of the Holy Grail War, the priest in charge of Fuyuki City's Holy Church, who deemed them the top priority for elimination.

As a result, the Holy Church temporarily halted the Holy Grail War.

In addition to Caster, who had poor judgment, the Clock Tower Lord, who had survived Kiritsugu Emiya's building demolition and freefall stunt the previous night, also decided to return the favor. He and his Servant launched an attack on the Einzbern Castle.

That night, the Einzbern Castle was filled with the sounds of battle. The Clock Tower Lord, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, underestimated his opponent and was struck by Kiritsugu's Origin Bullet, which destroyed most of his Magic Circuits.

During the chaos, two Servants with a strong sense of chivalry fought side by side, developing a mutual respect—only to each betray their Masters in their own way.

One failed to stall the enemy, allowing Kiritsugu to nearly kill Kayneth. The other saved his severely injured Master but didn't take the opportunity to eliminate Kiritsugu when he had the chance.

Compared to the power of Servants, Masters were fragile. Kiritsugu, as a ruthless mage killer, couldn't understand the actions of his own Servant, Saber, nor those of the enemy Servant, Lancer.

To put it more bluntly, this man named Kiritsugu Emiya couldn't comprehend the chivalric code upheld by these two heroes from ages past.

---

Meanwhile, in the Zenjou family's villa in Mifune, the town next to Fuyuki City.

"Sakura, did you know? Today, a strange kid joined our class…"

Tohsaka Rin shared the day's events with her sister, who listened with great interest, swinging her legs as she sat on a chair.

Being back with her parents had clearly healed the wounds inflicted by her time in the Matou household. As the saying goes, you don't know what you have until it's gone.

Young Sakura now cherished every moment with her family, and her happiness points continued to rise.

From his futon in the Fujimura residence, Broly watched this with immense joy.

It was like an old stock trader watching the stocks they had just bought skyrocket in value.

1 point of happiness value is equivalent to 100 happiness points. Among the items available for exchange in the Crystal Palace, Broly particularly likes the "Happy Water," which costs only 2 happiness points.

The skyrocketing happiness value of young Sakura plunged Broly into a delightful fantasy of achieving "Happy Water freedom" once he returned to Planet Vampa.

Of course, besides Happy Water, Broly also loved cake, pork cutlet rice, pudding, barbecue, ice cream...

The prices of these items were all within 30 points, which was completely acceptable.

"Once I go back, I'll let Father taste the food from this world too."

Broly muttered to himself under the covers.

"Rin made a new friend at school? That's such a happy thing. Here, I've peeled and cut some apples. Come and have some."

Aoi Zenjou brought over the peeled and sliced apples and called her two daughters over.

"This piece is the biggest. Here, Sakura, it's for you."

With her sister's return, Tohsaka Rin cherished her even more, wanting to give her the best of everything.

"Thank you, Sister."

Young Sakura felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Whether it was her parents or her sister, everyone had been extra kind to her since her return. Her earlier worries that they wouldn't let her come home now seemed like unnecessary anxiety.

"By the way, Sakura, did you make any new friends at the Matou household? Did you have any happy moments there?"

But suddenly, the gentle mother's question caused young Sakura's expression to freeze.

The Matou household was a place of nightmares. Although there were two people who seemed to care for her, compared to the horrific experiences in the worm-filled basement, Sakura didn't want to recall any of it.