Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

The melancholy beauty in front of him seemed a little scared, shrinking back like a small animal. Unconsciously, Yuuma took a step forward. His wild thoughts clouded his judgment, and he didn't notice that he was getting closer to a dark alley.

Thud! Itto Yuuma was hit hard on the back of the head and staggered to the ground. In his dazed state, he heard the roars of his two underlings, which quickly turned into screams of pain before falling silent.

"Damn it, there's hardly anyone around here. The floor is so cold at the end of April..." Yuma Itohori, unconscious.

11. Cold, shivering...

Cold, shivering... The moment he woke up, Yuuma Itohori tried to jump up from the ground, but he found himself unable to move, his hands and feet tightly bound with thick hemp rope. He looked around in panic, his mind momentarily confused with the street scene before him and the abandoned warehouse, but a few seconds later, he snapped out of the confusion.

"Not bad, you are the most well-mannered person among those who came this time." A muffled, cold voice, as if coming from underground, rang out.

Yuuma Itohori turned his head and saw a person wearing a gas mask staring coldly at him. This person was dressed in cheap clothes that could be found anywhere, and his head was covered up, revealing only a pair of cold blue eyes.

(Foreigners? Here to check things out? What's their purpose? And what are they related to?)

Yuuma Itto's mind raced, and he subtly scanned the surroundings. His two henchmen lay unconscious beside him, bound by rope. This was clearly an abandoned old warehouse, and the tremors he'd felt earlier must have come from a passing train. It definitely wasn't the Chiba Line! Was it the location of an old train? That should be less than a kilometer from where they'd just been!

As the assistant to the head of the Tojo Clan and a trusted and capable junior officer, Itohori Yuuma was quite capable. After confirming the location, he felt a slight sense of relief—the relocation wasn't far, indicating the other side was outnumbered and outmatched. Recently, due to the investigation, everyone had established a policy of timely communication; if there was no contact within an hour, the group would definitely send someone to look for them. Besides, he was carrying a tracking device!

With that in mind, he decided on his course of action: delay for a while, and once everyone in the group has arrived, you'll realize you're wrong!

Yuuma Itohori spoke up decisively: "Friends in the underworld? Do you know that our Tojo-gumi is the head of Chiba, a direct subordinate organization of the Yamaguchi-gumi? Huh? If you know what's good for you, let me go, cut off your little finger as an apology, and we can still be friends!"

With a trilled tongue sound characteristic of the Yakuza, Goto Yuuma showed no fear!

I'm not going to back down! What if the group calls and finds out I chickened out? Yakuza people care about their reputation the most! The group leader is the most concerned about his reputation. If he finds out, he might just wave his hand and order me to commit seppuku! At worst, I'll get a beating and a few wounds, which will at least salvage my reputation from being ambushed and knocked down.

Yuuma Itohori gritted his teeth, looking like a hardcore yakuza, but then he suddenly remembered something—the other party had kidnapped him in front of that girl, so they definitely wouldn't let the witness go, and he didn't see the girl next to him!

He roared, "And what else! What did you do to that girl?!"

"what?"

The masked voice masked Fujimaru Ritsuka's slight surprise. Itohori Yuuma misunderstood and flew into a rage: "You demon! I've made up my mind! Whether you threatened that girl to set a trap or just killed her on the spur of the moment, I'm going to fill you with cement and sink you into Tokyo Bay!"

The masked man, Fujimaru Ritsuka, chuckled as he touched his chin, though he had only touched the leather of the gas mask—"Do I really look like such a villain?"

Completely ignoring his furtive appearance, he uttered a muffled voice from beneath his mask: "Huh? Not begging for mercy, but threatening me?"

"I'm not threatening you, but I'm going to give you a good beating later and then increase the reserves for Tokyo Bay!"

"Very good!" Fujimaru Ritsuka strode over to Itohori Yuuma with an air of indifference, and squatted down. "But don't worry, I don't intend to do anything to you."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "The East City Group should be here by now, right?!"

"!!!" Yuuma Goto's composed expression wavered violently. He remembered a flaw—the scheduled contact should have resulted in the phone ringing. Could it be that he had already answered the phone?!

This time, he'd been tricked! It dawned on him that the other party was still so calm even after knowing about the scheduled contact time, which meant there must be a trap. So, he was the bait on the hook.

"Ahhh~" He lowered his head in regret, roaring, worried about his teammates who had rushed over, and sincerely hoping that they could be more laid-back.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up, spread her arms wide, and burst into wild laughter!

In a dark corner, Yukinoshita nervously nudged Hachiman: "Hey, Hachiko, why do I feel like we're the villains?"

"Who's the Eight? You're the Eight!" Hikigaya suppressed the urge to yell and said in a low voice, "Anyway, we're going to create the identity of a madman so that the other side won't know the truth after the incident. We're a backup plan; let Fujimaru handle it for now." The two ended their brief exchange. Due to the influence of the Heroic Spirit, their greatly enhanced hearing allowed them to hear the roar of multiple engines in the distance.

Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned crookedly: "Heh, you're here?" He turned around, picked up a bag full of golf clubs, slung it over his shoulder, secured it, and then strolled leisurely toward the warehouse door, where the roar of cars was already quite close.

Yuuma Itto looked completely bewildered. He had initially thought the other party might have taken the tracking device, but that was clearly not the case. But what if it was a trap? He was all alone, and the only weapon he had was a golf club!

As soon as the warehouse door opened, a blinding light shone in, and a motley crew of thugs dressed in various styles got out of the car, brandishing knives.

"Alone?" "How could that be?" "Goto is the Demon of the East City." "Hmph, even demons have fallen? Looks like the East City's number one henchman is about to fall into my hands!" "What's that on his back? Hahaha, a golf club?"

A burly man brandished his katana a few times, shouting arrogantly, "You brat, why don't you kneel down and tell me where your accomplices are? You dare to kidnap the assistant of our East City Group's leader? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't say anything, but simply pulled out a golf club from behind her back and leisurely tapped it in her hand.

"Hmph, too scared to even speak, probably about to wet his pants. Hilarious, carrying a golf club!" The burly guy swaggered forward, thinking smugly: "Tch, those guys are worried about an ambush and won't dare charge. Who cares how strange the situation is, I'll charge first, and then I'll be the first to charge. Besides, what can a golf club do?"

In a flash, a silver light traced a beautiful arc and struck the burly man's cheek hard, sending him flying to the side where he lay on the ground, never to rise again.

"Who says golf clubs can't kill people... Oh, I held back, I used the back of the club, so it's fine now." Fujimaru Ritsuka's leisurely voice rang out, but after being filtered through the gas mask, it sounded like a sinister murmur from hell.

The noisy crowd fell silent for a second, then erupted into a frenzy like boiling oil meeting water: "You brat! You dare to lay a hand on me?! Kill him!"

"Hmm, very good, very energetic. Don't worry, I'll hold back and let you do the work. After all, I'm not some kind of devil!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's words were drowned out by the shouts of charging. He tugged at his collar, and the smile under his mask was very kind!

12. I'm here to make a deal with you!

Although the members of the Tojo Clan are dominant in Chiba and don't have many opportunities to fight with other teams, the forty or fifty members of the execution team dispatched this time are responsible for the use of force within the group. Each of them has worked hard in swordsmanship training and has seen blood.

With flashes of light, a series of samurai swords viciously slashed at Fujimaru Ritsuka's limbs. Even a contemporary master of swordsmanship would find it difficult to withstand the strikes of four or five long swords!

But Fujimaru Ritsuka did it easily!

The katana seemed to possess a will of its own, unwilling to harm him, and he easily dodged it at point-blank range. A golf club was swung violently, instantly knocking the burly men who had surrounded him to the ground!

The members of the East City Group are fearless! No matter how tough you are, if forty or fifty people take turns attacking you, you'll eventually turn into a carpet of spring mud and contribute to the blooming of cherry blossoms in our hometown!

Shouts, yells, and screams rang out as sharp samurai swords relentlessly attacked Fujimaru Ritsuka!

One of the team members swung his long sword with all his might, and Tang Zhu's downward slash was executed flawlessly, surpassing his previous performance. However, he just stared wide-eyed as Fujimaru Ritsuka dodged to the side as if she had eyes on her back.

I can't cut it! Why can't I cut it?!

Before he could come to an answer, he was struck hard in the chin by a golf club coming from below, and fell unconscious.

His question was the same question everyone present had. His opponent's ghostly movements easily evaded everyone's attacks, as if he were performing a dangerous yet magnificent waltz.

(Oh dear, I really have to thank Senko Muramasa; a father's love is indeed the strongest.)

Fujimaru Ritsuka casually swung her club, knocking out another Tojo Clan member who missed his swing.

【Sword Aesthetics】is an inherent skill possessed by Senji Muramasa. With his rich experience, he can grasp the usage of weapons that are not used as Noble Phantasms with just a glance, and can provide suggestions to allies and see through the enemy's weaknesses and attacks.

This skill wasn't something I possessed while in the cave, but rather something I gradually mastered after using the [Eye of Karma]. At first, it was a bit rusty, but fortunately, the opponent's level wasn't at the terrifying level where everyone possessed divine martial arts skills.

His opponent's katana attacks were now as clear as the lines on his palm, and he even had time to mentally analyze the shortcomings in his opponent's technique. Furthermore, by using [Flame] to reinforce and strengthen his golf club, his opponent could only watch in despair as the club, having blocked countless strikes, remained as gleaming as ever.

Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively swung her sword again, only to find herself surrounded by emptiness.

"Huh?" Only then did he realize that there was only one person left on the other side.

Under the pale moonlight, men lay on the ground, some unconscious, some muttering softly. Knives were scattered everywhere, and bright red blood and pale white teeth adorned the desolate open space.

The last member of the East City Gang witnessed a scene of carnage, a veritable hell on earth. His hands trembled, his katana slipped from his grasp, and his face was deathly pale as he stared at the approaching demon: "Demon, you're a demon... Don't come any closer... Don't come any closer!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka easily dodged the chaotic slashes, striking the opponent squarely in the abdomen and knocking him unconscious. This warrior, who had fought to the very end, closed his eyes and fell, leaving behind a single tear.

He looked around at the battlefield, littered with the dead and wounded, and felt very aggrieved: "How could I be a ghost? I'm a good person who's here to save the peace of this place!"

"I'll fight you to the death!!!" The black sedan started up and charged straight at Fujimaru Ritsuka, ignoring her companion who was still lying in front of her!

"Huh? There's still one left!" How could Fujimaru Ritsuka allow him to harm his comrade and reduce his support by one? He stepped over the "corpse" and activated his skill [Trial Slash]!

The golf club was instantly reinforced to the material's limit, and Fujimaru Ritsuka keenly seized the opportunity, swinging both hands and chopping down!

With tremendous force, the cue stick easily tore through the car's hood, destroyed the engine, and pinned the black sedan firmly in place.

The occupants of the car felt a jolt, even the rear of the car swayed slightly, and then came to a stop. He stared blankly as the golf club on the hood shattered into pieces right in front of him.

"Knock knock!" A hideous mask was pressed against the window next to his ear, and a devil's murmur rang out: "Good boy, get down, it's time to get to work."

He felt a warm flow seeping out of his pants and finally fainted in the face of this bizarre event.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head and sighed, "Sigh, this generation of 'tools' is a bit of a letdown. With such poor mental fortitude, how are they supposed to survive in the yakuza world?"

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Yuma Itto crawled on the ground, trying to rub against the rope, clinging to a sliver of hope that he could rush out to help his companion.

As he tried to break free, he heard various sounds: the shouts of the seemingly rough but actually cunning guy in his group, the yells of the other group members brandishing their knives, and the clang of swords clashing against metal. But soon, only screams remained on the battlefield. Quickly, after a loud bang, all the sounds disappeared.

What exactly happened? How many people came to ambush our Tojo Clan? Were they the Kobe Yamaguchi Clan members who rebelled?

Yuuma Goto stopped what he was doing, a chill running down his spine. He was furious that these guys hadn't brought any guns. Even though they didn't sound like they were using firearms, couldn't they, as local bullies, be a little more shrewd?

"Tap~ tap~" Heavy footsteps sounded, and black shoes stopped in front of Itohori Yuuma. He wriggled and turned his head to look up. It was the man wearing a black gas mask.

His mask was covered with specks of blood, and his cheap clothes, which offered no protection, were only stained with some mud and blood, without a single wound.

He let out a muffled laugh, as if he had just finished a long run and was quite cheerful, but the sound was creepy.

He began, "Mr. Yakuza, now we should be able to sit down and have a calm and rational discussion, right?"

Yuuma Itohori gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Even if our East City Group's execution team falls, we will not let you go! Deep hatred will eventually be avenged! The entire East City Group of 2000 people will fight you at all costs."

"Even if I only knocked out your companion?"

"Even if you're a white-collar worker in the Kobe Yamaguchi-gumi... huh?"

Yuuma Goto was completely bewildered. Before he could figure it out, the other party became impatient: "Judging from what those people said, it seems that you have a pretty high status. Never mind, I'll take you over to talk."

Yuma Itohori felt his body tense up as he was easily lifted up with one arm. He then noticed that the eyelashes of his two underlings next to him seemed to be twitching nervously, and their hands and feet were trembling unnaturally.

Damn it, you woke up and didn't even greet your brother! When I get back, I'll make you cut off your little fingers!

Goto Yuuma cursed inwardly, but he knew that his two underlings must have seen something—the gap in the warehouse door that had just been opened. Although Goto Yuuma couldn't see it due to his position, his two underlings next to him probably saw it clearly.

Yuma Itohori, who was being lifted up, finally saw the battlefield. He was sweating profusely as the man placed him in front of the black car with its hood smashed flat.

Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke up: "Hey you, I'm here to make a deal with you."

13. The man's last thought was of her (2.5k)

Are you trying to mess with me?

The restraints on Itohori Yuuma's body were loosened. He moved his limbs, which were not circulating properly, and looked around.

As the number one fighter in the East City Group, he knew very well that all the fallen brothers had been knocked unconscious by one person.

And the tracks on the car behind... it must have been forcibly stopped by someone?

wtf……

There was no smell of gunpowder, and you couldn't even see any other instruments on the brothers' wounds; all you could see were the serrated marks from golf clubs.

So he didn't dare to make a move at all, and respectfully knelt on the spot to await his fate—hey, if you can't beat me, then be a dog. I'm a member of the Yakuza, I can bend and stretch. If the demands are too much, then I'll go back and grab a gun!

Although I have some doubts, can a gun really do anything to this tough guy who can take on fifty people without even breaking a sweat?