Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Why are they still here...?

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the members of the Soubu High School soccer team and felt at a loss for words.

They were unsure what Itohori Yuuma had said to them, and they clearly heard a loud noise coming from the temple, but they weren't too afraid. They just looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, who were surrounded by monks, with complicated emotions.

Not intending to say anything more, Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to get into the car when she was stopped.

"Fujimaru-kun, is Yui... alright?" Miura Yumiko impulsively stepped forward and asked.

The yakuza members, including Itohime Yuuma, wisely refrained from interfering. Fujimaru Ritsuka gave them an approving look, then nodded solemnly to Miura: "Don't worry, I'm here. I'll be back soon."

"That's good. I wish you good fortune in your military endeavors..." Miura bowed deeply, as if asking the other party to protect his good friend.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave her a thumbs-up and smiled gently and warmly, which calmed Miura Yumiko down, and she retreated back into the crowd.

Without saying another word, he, Shiyu, and the team members got into the car and drove off smoothly.

Yumiko Miura watched the car drive away, clutching her chest, remembering what Yuuma Itohori had just said: they told her to go and report what happened today to the police, that it was a special countermeasure operation under the government and could withstand scrutiny.

So, that brat Yui probably didn't go astray, right?

Beside her, Iroha Isshiki's eyes were shining: Is this the hero who walks in the darkness? Cool!

111, Love at First Sight (3k5, Intro)

With the moon high in the sky, Chiba University, unlike in the past, turned off its lights early, and the campus was completely silent.

"This is it." Fujimaru Ritsuka gazed at the building in the distance. That was the location of Chiba University's Faculty of Medicine, the last mission site in Chiba City.

In four days, they swept through the entire city of Chiba, rounding up and eliminating all the discovered or lurking anomalies, leaving only this final task. To deal with this particular anomaly, they all rallied together.

"Once we've got Chiba University's medical school sorted out, we can head to London!" Yui Yuigahama said optimistically, shaking her head.

"With me here, it's a piece of cake." Yukino Yukinoshita tossed her beautiful hair dismissively.

Kasumigaoka Utaha found the name increasingly familiar and couldn't resist a playful urge: "There's only one monster on the other side. If we attack together, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, understanding perfectly, chimed in: "The opponent is just a weakling with a combat power of only five, I'm so incredibly excited!"

Sasakawa Yagokoro watched them recklessly plant death flags, then sadly lit a cigarette: "Boss, I suddenly have a stomachache. How about we just blow this building up with an explosive device?"

"Even if you could come up with the savings to buy bombs, you still couldn't afford to pay for this building." Fujimaru Ritsuka comforted her capable assistant speechlessly. "Don't worry, don't worry, what kind of powerful people could be in here? I've seen it all. Do you know Rimuru and Mammon? I can chat with them like old friends."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was so afraid that bullets wouldn't sell this month that he was acting wildly and recklessly. Yukino had no choice but to stop his rampage immediately: "Fujimaru, after you finish spouting nonsense, bring them over and repeat the information."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged, pulled out a camping table and chairs and portable lamps from the RV, spread the scroll on the table, and then pointed at the ten-person team.

During this period, Mr. Sasakawa Yagokoro repeatedly proposed horrific acts that violated human morality, such as directly blowing up buildings, filling in underground spaces, and throwing bombs into morgues, but these were all rejected by the unscrupulous capitalists.

They need to make a living, right? If they just threw weapons into it, would Chiba University's Faculty of Medicine really offer 20 million yen for the job?

Not to mention, Fujimaru Ritsuka explained in detail to Sasagawa Yagokoro and the others the information released by the Special Affairs Bureau in the [Innovation Association], telling them what rewards they would receive if they received excellent ratings for all missions throughout the year: vouchers for exchanging storage formulas and storage materials, as well as several other benefits.

Everyone in the team said: "Giving me only 100 isn't the kind of person you're going to be; giving me 100000 is just asking for trouble."

In an instant, the team members were in high spirits and began writing their wills with great enthusiasm.

"Hey, do you guys need to look like you're going to your deaths?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was exasperated, wishing she could make a sweaty face to tell them that that was enough.

Sasakawa Yagokoro, representing the team members, grumbled, "Boss, it's not that we think you're sending us to our deaths, it's just that this wave is quite dangerous."

He counted on his fingers, recounting the bizarre challenges: "First, we had to enter the underground morgue, which, although vast like the sewers of Paris, was still a sealed space. Second, according to the report, there were nearly a thousand bodies sealed in formalin [the river]. Third, the specific bodies were unknown; there were only reports of them being missing."

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched him speak eloquently, but what he really meant was: "Boss, please mentor me."

"Alright, alright, don't worry. We'll definitely go down with you. Did you think we'd just stand there waiting to be cannon fodder?"

Sasagawa Yagokoro and his teammates exchanged glances, then threw down the suicide note in their hands: "Yay!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin, feeling a little strange: "You guys didn't always think we'd wait for you to go down and investigate before following us, did you?"

They chuckled, scratching the back of their heads without saying a word. The ten burly men acted so awkwardly that it was impossible to look at them directly.

Seeing their attitude, Fujimaru Ritsuka decided not to pursue their distrust any further, rolled her eyes, and told them to prepare for departure.

As they packed up their gear and prepared their supplies, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to talk to her three friends: "I didn't expect that what Haruno-nee said was true."

“Well, before encountering the strange creature, we should send others to scout ahead. Although it’s militarily justifiable, it’s a bit much to send ordinary people with no means of self-defense to face a strange creature that they obviously can’t handle…” Shiyu said with great reluctance.

Yukino pointed out the key point: "It's mainly what the Special Affairs Bureau usually does. Other than that, it's just some small organizations with bad reputations that use bounties to lure mercenaries or bounty hunters."

"Hey, you guys, stop being so loud! Abby's still sitting inside~" Yui nudged them, who were speaking a bit too loudly, and gestured for them to look inside the RV.

This RV was a thank-you gift from a wealthy man who had been plagued by nightmares and suffered from severe nocturnal emissions for days on end. The interior was comfortable and luxurious, and one could spend a whole day inside without feeling stuffy. Abigail was sitting near the open door, engrossed in a picture book in her hands.

She knew about tonight's operation and insisted on coming along no matter what.

"Captain, you should know that my combat strength is quite good, you know. Are you sure you don't want me to come over here and hold back a bit?"

These words touched Fujimaru Ritsuka, and he eventually brought this little darling over, leaving her a picture book and some practice tools.

This is definitely going to be a sure thing. Even if there are big monsters down there, I can just wave my hand and Abby can wipe them all out!

Abigail seemed to hear someone mention her name, looked up from the picture book, and gave Fujimaru Ritsuka a sweet smile.

"...Sometimes I'm quite jealous of you. There's a pretty and strong girl who overcame countless obstacles to come to you." Yukino snorted, the sourness in her voice obvious to everyone else. "Melte Lilith too. She charmed him so much in no time that he'd risk his life for you."

"Yeah, Fujimaru-kun, how many good little sisters do you have?" Utaha smiled sweetly, but her words were as cold as ice.

I seem to be offending Tai Sui (the Grand Duke Jupiter) quite often today...

Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to find an almanac to look it up, but he could only spread his hands and say, "Good sister, isn't it all here?"

"Pah." x3

They were really tough to deal with. The three of them remained completely unmoved, except for Abigail, who seemed to have heard them. She laughed heartily and even made a peace sign.

Abby, my angel.

Taking advantage of the banter, Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand: "Well then, let's get started and then we can all go on vacation to London."

"They were clearly going to fight to the death, honestly... let's go."

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Sasagawa Yagokoro and the others led the way, proceeding in a dispersed manner according to the rehearsed formation, while Fujimaru Ritsuka and the other three followed not far behind.

With the key provided by the school, they were able to easily access the medical school building.

The building at night lacked the bustling student crowds of the daytime, and the pervasive smell of disinfectant made it feel very different from any other place. It reminded one of hospitals filled with sighs and groans, making one's heart tremble with unease.

Following the floor plan provided by the school, they found the entrance to the underground morgue.

But once the main door is open, there is another door, and a passage leading upwards.

"Is this the secret passage the school was talking about?" Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand, signaling them to stop, and then squatted down in front of the passage to observe it carefully.

In regular anatomy classes, the cadavers used for dissection are respectfully referred to as "silent teachers." Like other medical universities, the medical school, in order to maintain respect, builds a passageway between the storage area for the cadaver teachers and the dissection room that is inaccessible to ordinary students.

This passageway is only accessible to lecturers transporting cadavers to the five anatomy labs in the medical school.

"Yukino, did Haruno-nee mention that the anatomy classes at the medical school have been discontinued?"

"There hasn't been a single anatomy class since April," Yukino replied definitively, recalling the contents of the case file.

So, what is this?

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her Eye of Karma; there were many long drag marks on the ground of the passage.

These drag marks were faint in reality, but in the eyes of the wisp of energy, they were stained with black mist, making them exceptionally clear—they weren't wheel marks from heavy loads. Some of them were discontinuous, like the clumsy soles of feet occasionally dragging on the ground.

Others look like objects that have fallen over and are being dragged down and rubbed on the floor.

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed his eyes. He imagined several stiff-faced corpses emerging from the morgue, using their less-than-flexible limbs to walk through the passageways to the various autopsy rooms. Soon, they returned laden with their [companions], and the peace returned.

"Tsk... Sasakawa, send someone to check which door inside has any strange marks. Kasumigaoka, if the door hasn't been opened, use an exorcism ritual to test the lock."

When Sasagawa Yagoko heard his boss's request, he naturally understood what clues he had discovered. He called up one of the team members who was skilled in this area, and then said with some horror, "Boss... this door doesn't seem to be locked."

"Huh? Captain, what are you saying? Isn't it locked?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha silently took out a fan, covered the lower half of her face, and softly sang: "'Meeting on the river and sea, it's hard to recognize the face of my old friend. The moon in the clouds at midnight, fleeting and without a trace,' go!"

Utaha understood Fujimaru Ritsuka's intention, but she thought about it more deeply: as someone with the Caster class, she should be highly sensitive to various magical energies, but when she entered the building, she only felt a slight sense of oppression, just like everyone else. If Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have noticed anything unusual at all.

Therefore, she mustered her magic and activated the special ability bestowed upon her by Murasaki Shikibu, [Poem of the Kasen: A].

With a wave of the fan in his hand, the cool light, accompanied by a gentle breeze, softly bumped against the door in front of him.

Like the crisp sound of shattered glass, the disguise of the gate was stripped away. The previously heavy metal gate had been completely transformed into a tall gate that looked like it was made of rotten wood.

Strange characters are carved on the surface of the door, but it is difficult to identify the language family they belong to upon close inspection; all that can be felt is a sense of familiarity. There is no place to hang a lock on it; it is more like a simple wooden gate commonly used in farmhouses, only taller and full of an alien feel.

At this moment, everyone felt the chilling aura surrounding them; the previous hair-raising sensation was entirely due to the sharp drop in temperature.

"What? It's almost 8℃ already?" someone exclaimed, rubbing their entire body. Then, their teammate next to them impatiently pointed out that everyone possessed a similar protective charm for environmental adaptation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also looked at the door at this moment—yes, it was a black aura similar to the one she had just encountered, but although this aura was not good-looking, it did not have the twisted and nauseating feeling of the strange creature she had encountered before.

"Boss, how about we head back home? I'm feeling a bit unwell!" Sasagawa Yagokoro was rambling on when Fujimaru Ritsuka nearly kicked him through the door.

He braced himself with both hands on the ground, raised one hand, and complained, still shaken, "Boss, you're so rough, sob sob, but thank you for pulling me up, uh, why did you pull me forward?"

Sasagawa Yagokoro raised his head.

A pale hand grabbed him.

112. I am ready to fight to the death, why have you surrendered first, my dear minister? (5K long chapter)

Sasagawa Yagokoro's breath caught in his throat. His hand had already touched the cold grip of the gun, and he could pull it out in the next moment and use the 7.65mm to smash the skull open on the corpse in front of him.

(Speaking of which, why didn't the people behind make a move at all? Boss, why didn't you do anything?!)

"Hey young man, what's wrong with you? You're so young and you've already developed physical incoordination?"

"what?"

The scene was so harmonious that Sasagawa Yagokoro's pistol was completely useless.

His face was pale, definitely the strange presence of a corpse. But out of kindness, they pulled him up, brushed the dust off him, and nagged, "You're such a grown man, and you still don't pay attention to hygiene. Your unhealthy lifestyle will cause you to come back too soon."

Fujimaru Ritsuka: OMO

"What's going on? Uh, the old man seems perfectly lucid, and he's even chatting with Sasagawa Yagokoro?" Yui shrank back behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, poking his back, looking as helpless as a primary school student seeing Picasso's wild masterpiece for the first time.