Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

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The three days passed very quickly, and nothing particularly noteworthy happened during that time.

Through mutual consultation, the new members of Chaldea successfully formed two well-equipped teams. They had undergone comprehensive evaluation by Yang Nai before being recruited.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's request for them to form their own teams was merely a test of their self-awareness, and they demonstrated professionalism. They largely followed the roles of assault, support, and cover, ensuring multi-layered coverage of long, medium, and short-range firepower.

With the equipment and weaponry provided by the Beamwood Mud Boat, they also gained the ability to pry open the strange creature's hard shell at crucial moments. However, in terms of combat strength...

"I still can't defeat you, BOSS." Sasagawa Yagoko raised his hands, removed his dual pistols, and looked at the wooden sword that was just an inch away from falling above his head, his body trembling with cold sweat.

My teammates were lying sprawled on the ground, groaning and crying out in protest.

"Boss, aren't you being a bit too rough with that?"

"That's right, I want a physiotherapist to soothe my soul."

"Weren't you the one who kept extending the time last time? I'm going to kill you!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and sheathed her wooden sword, sticking it diagonally into the ground. She gestured angrily to the side and said, "Why don't you go next door and get a beating from the pretty girls?"

The joking complaints vanished instantly, and everyone looked silently towards the next room.

Within the magically reinforced barrier, Yukino brandished her sword-wielding feet, engaging in a fierce battle with Yui and Utaha.

Amidst the flashing blades and flying spells, the three women, relying on their superior physical strength and the protection of their heroic spirit armor, clashed head-on, leaving no room for maneuver. Their relentless, gritting-teeth attitude once made the story of the three women vying for a man a popular topic of conversation among the new members.

Although it subtly pointed out the truth, the instigator was soon given a severe beating. Ironically, the potions produced by Bei Mu Ni Zhou were of quite good quality, ensuring that the gossip maker didn't miss a single training session.

From then on, both teams trained with Fujimaru Ritsuka. Yukino, enjoying the peace and quiet, sparred with Yui and Utaha, and even challenged Abigail to practice when the new members left the mansion to rest. As a result, Yukino's understanding of cats was completely refreshed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at them and curled her lip in disdain: "Seriously? You're already chickening out? Hey, you know the saying 'the more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed in wartime'? You guys need to get more experience."

Boss, shut up. Just because we can endure hardship and training doesn't mean we're so tactless as to be courting death.

The new members thought so, but they didn't dare say it out loud. They nudged Sasagawa Yagokoro and asked him to be the elected representative.

Sasagawa Yagokoro had already talked to others about it, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Boss, after these three days of training, haven't we almost finished? Shouldn't we get down to business?"

The matter he had asked Yang Nai to handle had already been taken care of, and his sister had entered the recovery and recuperation phase. Therefore, he was sincerely grateful to Fujimaru Ritsuka for keeping her promise and not keeping him hanging on, and wanted to do something meaningful for Chaldea.

Others also harbored aspirations; they hoped to contribute to this new organization and earn the opportunity to be promoted to superhuman or gain new abilities. And they indeed received the promised benefits.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced over and saw faces filled with longing and determination, and she naturally understood what they were thinking.

Chaldea promised all combat members priority access to materials, based on combat points. These people were like the peasants of the Qin Dynasty, destined to toil in the fields their entire lives, only to be told that their heads could be exchanged for titles. Now was the time to charge!

However, after three days, the members, who already possessed a certain level of combat strength, were able to begin fighting like a squad. It seemed that the cleanup plan for Chiba City could begin.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat down cross-legged and decided to change her mind slightly: "We'll start tomorrow. Let's rest for half a day today to recover our strength and condition."

"Yay!" the people lying on the ground cheered.

"And you will be the main force tomorrow."

Everyone started looking at each other in bewilderment.

I've encountered strange beings before, and frankly, their combat strength is definitely not up to par. Even with superhumans by my side, it seems a bit...

"We'll lead the team, but we'll only be observers. Don't worry, you won't die. However, if you do intervene, we'll deduct points. But after the operation, we'll determine who contributed the most, and they'll receive extraordinary materials for free." Fujimaru Ritsuka said meaningfully.

Everyone's breathing became heavy. As the saying goes, "If a man dies, he will die; if he doesn't, he will live forever." Those who were a little hesitant before now all had only one thought: "Hurry up!"

110, One Color: Ah, so I'm just the background? (Two-in-one, 4/4)

"This place is quite remote, huh? Senpai, what made you think of coming here? Did you come here to go on a date with Isshiki-chan? Hehe~" The cute soccer club manager, Iroha Isshiki, struck a pose with (>??) and maliciously acted cute.

The football team members were melting at the sight of the mischievous junior's playful smile; some even unconsciously drooled.

However, Hayama was not so easy to deal with, and Miura Yumiko was even more so.

She laughed coldly, as haughty as a queen, and said condescendingly, "Isshiki-kun, as a mere soccer club manager, all you need to do is help with logistics and prepare training equipment. There's no need to comment on the soccer team's training camp activities."

"Wow, senior, Miura-senpai yelled at me, and she's not even on the soccer team, so why did she come along?"

"What did you say?"

"A little bit~"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Hayama could only try to smooth things over: "Alright, Isshiki-kun. Yumiko always supports our team, so it's only natural that she came along this time."

The two still seemed unwilling to let the matter rest. Hayama Hayato smiled wryly and pointed behind him: "Besides, we've already crossed the torii gate and entered the abode of the gods. Making a scene at Jishu Shrine, even if it's a branch shrine, is a great act of disrespect."

Miura Yumiko and Isshiki Iroha were both speechless.

Hayama and his friends are now in their second year of high school. Half of the older members, including Hayama, plan to continue their studies after entering their third year, so they can no longer participate in club activities.

To ensure the team's daily training routine, they had already planned to hand over duties ahead of schedule. At someone's suggestion that they "need a little ceremony," they decided to go to Jishu Shrine together this weekend in early June to pray for good luck in Soubu High School's upcoming Japanese high school soccer league.

Jishu Shrine, whose main shrine is in Kyoto, is even older than the famous Kiyomizu-dera Temple, and its main deity is Ōkuninushi. This branch of Jishu Shrine is quite cunning; in addition to following the head shrine's lead in promoting "romantic matchmaking" services, it has also invited Seidaimyojin from Shiramine Shrine to serve as an assistant deity.

Seidaimyojin, originally the guardian deity of the Asukai family, a noble clan renowned for their waka poetry and kemari (Japanese football), is now regarded as the guardian deity of ball sports such as soccer and baseball. Although the branch shrine is not as efficacious as the main shrine, this service truly meets the needs of Chiba residents and even Tokyo dwellers who live far from Kyoto. As a result, this local shrine in Chiba is currently very popular.

However, to Iroha and the others' surprise, even though it was the weekend, the number of people coming to pay their respects was far less than they had heard. They occasionally saw a few tourists, who didn't seem to be locals, and they all appeared to be in a hurry.

Especially on the road leading to the neighboring temple, there are hardly any people passing by.

Although they didn't know what was going on, they were still somewhat pleased with the fact that there weren't many worshippers. After first paying respects to the gods inside, then praying and hanging up ema (votive plaques), Hayama led the group of members towards the torii gate at the shrine entrance, explaining the Soubu High School Future Soccer League to them as he went.

Iroha Isshiki didn't get involved: her motives for joining the soccer team were impure, and her interest in the sport was only so-so, so she didn't join the group of men pretending to be excited about being selected for the national tournament next year.

On the contrary, it was Miura Yumiko, who kept taking pictures with her phone, that piqued her interest.

Partly to ease the tension, and partly out of genuine interest, Isshiki asked Miura Yumiko curiously, "Senior, are you planning to send all these photos to your friends? They all look so beautiful."

Miura didn't really want to talk to Iroha Isshiki, but her question really hit a nerve with Miura Yumiko, and she couldn't help but complain: "That's right, I just want to show Yui Yuigahama the scenery at the shrine. I want her to know how many fun things she'll miss if she takes a long vacation."

"Seriously, Yui took a long leave of absence. And the gloomy guy, the transfer student, and Yukinoshita all took leave too. What on earth is their club up to?!" Miura Yumiko was getting angry just thinking about it and started nagging incessantly.

Iroha Isshiki, who was well-informed, had also heard about this. After all, it was quite a surprise that four students in the same grade were taking extended leave at the same time, all of whom were from the same club, and there were two boys and two girls. Except for one dead-eyed student, all of them were very good-looking, which inevitably made people think about it.

However, Isshiki knew that this senior student in front of her was, in a sense, one of the top figures in the Soubu High School's social circle, and had gone to great lengths to stop those false rumors, even standing up for people who weren't even at the school...

"Sigh, if someone had told me before that I would personally step in to shut up those gossipy guys for that expressionless Yukinoshita, I would have laughed my head off." Miura Yumiko felt utterly hopeless. After all, Yui was her friend, and at this point, she could only grit her teeth and let the other three guys benefit.

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Iroha Iroha greatly admired and longed for Yuigahama-senpai: How powerful she was! She manipulated Miura-senpai so easily, and even after leaving, she could still influence Miura to deal with others for her. That kind of ability was something only a pink-haired devil could possess! I really wanted to learn it!

She has a lot of inner monologues, but on the surface, Isshiki Hatake keeps saying nice things like "Hmm, senpai, you're so amazing, senpai, wow!" which makes Miura's impression of her improve.

While chatting, the two of them gradually caught up with the main group and arrived near the torii gate, where they saw Hayama and the others standing blankly in front of the torii gate, motionless.

"Huh? What's wrong with Hayama-senpai?" Isshiki Iroha was greatly surprised, and only after walking out of the torii gate did she realize why they were standing there in a daze.

One after another, black sedans streamed in like a river, almost completely blocking the fork in the road in front of the torii gate. When the traffic stopped and the doors opened, burly men with fierce faces and sunglasses stepped out. Several of them, wearing short sleeves, not only had elaborate arm tattoos but also unusual skeletal tattoos on their fingers.

"Hiss... Could it be that the temple next door offended the Yakuza and started lending money without consulting them?" Iroha Isshiki lowered her voice, and when she heard her friends around her agree, they thought that was probably the case.

They were huddled together, quite conspicuous, but the vigilant members of the East City team didn't bother with them. Someone diligently opened the trunk of the car behind and laboriously pulled out several heavy cello cases.

Members of Zongwu High School Soccer Club: !

At that moment, members of the East City Group respectfully opened the door of the last luxury sedan and silently lined up to welcome the important figure inside.

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The onlookers, including Iroha, were already quietly moving their feet, wishing they had never been there at all, but they dared not run away, fearing that their older brothers might pull out Browning pistols from their pockets and shoot them to silence them.

Just as their legs were trembling, five men, even more imposing than the other burly men in black, stepped out of the car. The one leading them, wearing a cowboy hat, in particular, though seemingly friendly, reeked of gunpowder, making everyone tense.

Iroha Isshiki and Yumiko Miura stood at the very back. She gripped Miura tightly, her face pale, tears welling in her eyes: "Senpai, are we going to be sunk in Tokyo Bay? I feel like I can't hold it in any longer..."

Her voice was soft, but her strength was immense. Miura was in so much pain she almost cried, but she really wanted to praise this younger student:

That's a good pinch! You pinched it well! If it weren't for the pain, my bladder would have given way!

"Huh? Miura, and Hayama too? What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice rang out, and Miura Yumiko looked up in surprise. Among the line of men in black, surrounded by five men who looked like mercenaries, the one with a boss-like aura was not some yakuza leader, but Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had taken a long leave.

No, perhaps from now on, Fujimaru Ritsuka = ​​Young Master of the Yakuza.

"Fujimaru-kun, is this someone you know?" A beautiful girl wearing a white headband got out of the car and looked at the soccer club members around her with a strange expression.

There was murderous intent in her eyes! Hiss... Is this the young master trying to maintain his image of benevolence by not wanting to harm the classmates who stumbled upon the mission, but his lover is taking the initiative to eliminate the witnesses?

Miura Yumiko and Isshiki Iroha exchanged a wry smile: "I never imagined that in my final moments, the person beside me would be someone I wasn't exactly on good terms with."

Others probably had similar thoughts. One or two boys even cried silently, and someone raised their hand, choking back tears: "For the sake of being in the same school, can I leave a will?"

"Huh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise.

The person who spoke trembled, and the dissatisfied click of the tongue... Oh well, even if I can't leave a will for my family, I shouldn't anger him and invite the cruel torture of being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Even the seemingly all-powerful and sunny Hayama Hayato was powerless. After hearing the click of his tongue, his face became a little more transparent, but he still mustered up his courage: "Young Master Fujimaru, we can also keep the secret..." A pledge of allegiance could indeed be made.

He swallowed the rest of his sentence. Perhaps he was good at compromising, but he still needed to stick to his bottom line.

Looking at the farce unfolding before her, Fujimaru Ritsuka really wanted to sigh: What's wrong with everyone?

He gave a look to Itohori Yuuma, who had followed him over, and shouted loudly with a booming voice, "Shut up! And listen to me! Anyone who's still making a scene, I'll chop them up and feed them to the dogs later."

Ah... my reputation is going to be completely ruined...

Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes, too lazy to care about Itohori Yuzuru's discipline, and gestured for Sasagawa Yagokoro and the other four to follow, heading to a temple near Jishu Shrine.

"It's clearly written in the file: a ghoul that seems to be lurking in the cemetery. The temple is too corrupt to handle the situation with its powerful monks, but you've already dealt with the Tunnel Granny, the writhing monster, and several other oddities—you all know now that solid, unremarkable oddities are the least useful. Go on." Fujimaru Ritsuka yawned, pointed to the cemetery ahead, and shooed them over.

"Hey!" They went into battle mode.

Sasagawa Yagokoro took out his pistol and checked the bullets. The assault operative checked whether the enchanted bullets were properly loaded into his melee pistol. The support and sniper took out their auxiliary and activation spell items from their pockets to confirm their effectiveness, while the last person carried out a light machine gun, surveying the area where this weapon, which offered more of a restraining effect than a destructive one, could be placed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in satisfaction. After training ended on June 1st, the Chaldea team split up, and under his and Yukino's separate leadership, they swept through the strange occurrences in Chiba City.

At the beginning of the actual combat phase, there were a few mishaps, but with the support of Fujimaru Ritsuka and Kasumigaoka Utaha, they managed to get through them without any major incidents. The graveyard ghoul in front of them was the second to last anomaly.

After preparations were complete, the team began their operation.

They first dismissed the monks in the temple, then took out a compass-shaped magic probe to confirm the direction. After starting with a lightweight detonator, they used light machine gun fire as a supplement, and enchanted bullets and spell items as the main attack, easily digging out more than a dozen guys hiding underground and turning them into ghoul sauce.

Standing calmly in place, Fujimaru Ritsuka yawned, checked off the task list in her hand, and nodded. Of the many tasks listed, only one remained: Chiba University School of Medicine.

The battlefield was cleaned up extremely quickly. After clearing away the remnants and picking up the wreckage that could be used as materials, as well as a couple of iron nails, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group returned to the fork in the path, accompanied by the temple abbot and others.