Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Fujimaru Ritsuka: OMO

Yukino recalled for a moment and said uncertainly, "Although some of the body donors were unclaimed bodies, I vaguely remember this one. It seems to be a teacher from the school on the school's body donation record."

"Yeah, I remember that too, and the old man didn't seem to have any ill intentions... By the way, Fujimaru-kun, can you stop acting like an OMO? Go and use your host charm to chat him up."

I still feel like Ms. Kasumigaoka Utaha just used some extremely derogatory words to describe me, but oh well, I really can't go on OMO right now.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped out of the crowd, coughed lightly, and attracted the attention of the old man who appeared before her: "Old sir, I wonder why you are here?"

Sasagawa Yagokoro breathed a slight sigh of relief: he had seen many strange things in the past, but few possessed wisdom, and he had never seen anyone who was not hostile and naturally cared for him like an elder. This made Sasagawa Yagokoro, who had grown up in an orphanage, extremely uncomfortable.

The old man turned his face, and upon closer inspection, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but admire Sasagawa Yagokoro's mentality: he was wearing a tattered white coat that was corroded, revealing large areas of skin. There were large patches of lividity on his feet and thighs, and his skin was loose and loose, with stitches everywhere. Even his face had several stitch marks, the shape of which looked like his entire skull had been opened.

His face was indifferent and expressionless, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Oh, there are so many people here! That's great! There are even people who have come to visit their teacher."

...ha?

The old man grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's wrist and warmly invited him inside, saying, "Come, come, Yamamoto and Matsuda must be very happy that their student is willing to visit us."

The old man didn't use much force; the skin on his hand that touched Fujimaru Ritsuka's wrist felt slightly cold, and the distinctive smell of formaldehyde on his body was extremely pungent.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not resist, but instead gave a signal to the people behind her, indicating that they should follow.

The others hesitated: At this time and in this place, with such enthusiastic hospitality from these people, is it even necessary to go in? Maybe we should just blow it up.

Yukino snorted and followed after them with the two girls.

The other men looked at each other, then mustered their courage and followed.

The boss and his team are definitely not going to abandon the mission, so what else can we say? We can only follow along, the sooner we die, the sooner we'll be reborn.

The old man, a corpse, pushed open the gate, and one by one, the living stepped through it. When the last person stepped through, the gate, made of rotten wood, gently closed itself.

Then, the door returned to its metallic appearance, just as the mortal realm returned to the real world.

Abigail, standing outside the building, thoughtfully looked up towards the medical department: "The captain's presence has vanished; it seems he's entered a strange place. But it's alright, the Command Seals are still intact, so we can still get there if needed. Let the captain play the hero."

She sighed like a little adult, realizing how much she had worried about her brother, the troupe leader, so it was only right to secretly eat a piece of chocolate.

She looked around and saw no one was there. She happily opened the snack bag, then froze: there was only one chocolate inside, and the rest were just filler to make up the numbers.

"You wicked captain!"

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"Achoo~" Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her nose, feeling that her tricks in the snack bag had probably been discovered.

"What's wrong, young man? Oh, I forgot, you might find the smell a bit strong. I'm sorry, I haven't been very attentive." The old corpse man earnestly rowed the boat.

They are now aboard a small boat, drifting on a long and wide river. [In the river], there are cadavers, moving about as if they were alive, with bubbles rising to their faces as they speak.

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched calmly as the boat pole poked several cadavers, causing them to tumble inside, while their close friends laughed silently on the sidelines.

“Something’s not right. The morgue under Chiba University shouldn’t be that big.” Yukino looked at the completely unexpected scene and felt it was utterly absurd.

Of course, and it's impossible to put such a large boat in here.

Fujimaru Ritsuka added a sentence to Yukino in her mind, then approached the old man who was rowing the boat and asked him, "Where are you taking us, sir?"

"Heh heh, of course, this is where we should go." The old corpse man chuckled when he saw the drastic change in the expressions of the people behind him, though his pale skin made his smile seem particularly eerie. "I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I'm taking you to see those missing people. Isn't that what you came for?"

Let's be frank and end this charade!

If she hadn't heard him mention the missing persons, Fujimaru Ritsuka would probably have said that and started a BBQ.

"Oh dear, young man, you're in such a hurry. But there are still a few minutes' journey ahead. How about I tell you a story?" The old corpse man didn't care about Fujimaru Ritsuka's slightly irritable appearance and started telling a story without waiting for his reply.

It was a sunny afternoon two years ago, and the spring weather was perfect. The medical doctors from Chiba University were sitting together in neat rows, seriously attending an anatomy class.

This is their 12th year of medical school. Six years for undergraduate studies, six years for master's, and six years for a combined master's and doctoral program, with annual tuition of 2.5 million yen. But all of this is worthwhile. If they can get through this year, they can become doctors that everyone envies, leaping into the upper-middle class of the island nation.

While cleaning the scalpels and stitching up the cadavers, they casually remarked that the number of cadavers at the school had recently shown signs of decline. One student jokingly suggested donating their bodies to the school after they died. The 16 people present outwardly agreed. At this moment, the professor who had been observing approached and enthusiastically encouraged the student who had started the conversation, telling him to spend more time at his internship hospital and accompany him on the operating table.

Amidst everyone's insincere exchanges, these past sordid incidents will eventually become memories for the privileged few. But then, the building collapses.

The earthquake completely collapsed the floor of the second-floor autopsy room, and even created a large hole on the first floor. Everyone present fell into the formalin river where the morgue was located.

When the rescue team arrived, only two people were rescued, both of whom were students.

Besides the mild corrosion marks from the formaldehyde solution, they also had many strange handprints on their bodies.

The bodies of the other victims could not be found.

Considering the negative impact, the school quickly allowed them to graduate early and assigned them to suitable hospitals.

"Speaking of which, those students made a pact to have a class reunion every two years after graduation..." The old corpse grinned, revealing his pale white gums, and chuckled.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shifted her gaze to his face: "Did they also invite you to the party, Professor Shirahoin?"

"Hmm, I didn't expect anyone would still remember me." The corpse-man Shirafujiin stroked his beard with satisfaction, then awkwardly discovered that his beard had long been corroded away.

He casually stroked his chin and raised his head: "Looks like we've arrived at our destination."

The river had been obscured by mist, but when the boat touched something, the mist dissipated.

In front of me was an open classroom, without any walls to block the view, and the room was filled with a humid mist.

In the lecture hall, a cadaver was lying horizontally, enthusiastically taking out one organ after another from the abdominal cavity and explaining something.

There were sixteen students sitting in the classroom below the podium. Their clothes were wet and smelled pungent. Only two students were dressed in dry clothes, looking terrified but unable to move.

At the back of the classroom, several strangers stood stiffly, some in police uniforms and others in school janitor uniforms, watching the scene with blank expressions.

"Class, have you all learned enough? So, who's next?"

“It’s me,” a student slowly raised his pale arm.

"Come on, Shan Xia, it's your turn to demonstrate."

The student named Yamashita sat in the spot cleared out by the cadaver and used a scalpel to cut from his chin to his abdomen, explaining his medical knowledge in a heartfelt manner.

The people on the boat felt cold.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face darkened, and she said to the corpse-man Shirahoin, "So... it's a change of cadaver every day, right? When will it be the turn of those two [survivors]?"

"Uh... survivors? You could say that." Shirafuji didn't answer immediately, but instead asked with great curiosity, "Why are you angry? It's normal for a cadaver to teach anatomy. The students there, like me, all agreed to be cadavers back then."

"But they're not dead yet!" Yukino's pupils contracted, her expression filled with intense displeasure and a cat-like intent to pounce. She spoke each word with deliberate precision. "They're still alive."

"But everyone has to die, so what's the difference between dying sooner or later?"

"Tsk... So you're nothing but a fake who obtained Professor Shirafuji's memories, aren't you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed her eyes and sneered.

"Ah... indeed, human emotions are hard to understand." The fake Shirofuji shook his head, stepped off the ship, completely unsuspecting.

Sasagawa Yagokoro, itching to get his hands on the weapon, looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka: Boss, should we give him a good stab, maybe a backstab?

Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: Are you sure this is the real person?

Sasagawa Yagoko remained silent.

At that moment, Shirahoin entered the classroom and greeted them: "My dear students, you're all planning a gathering, aren't you? This is clearly an opportunity for advanced anatomy lessons, but this gentleman is objecting. What should we do?"

Yamashita touched the back of his head, lifted his skull and moved it around until he felt comfortable, then asked Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Hey, are you willing to donate your bodies for the future development of Chiba University and the advancement of medicine?"

Her voice possessed an alluring magic, brimming with incredibly positive emotions, so sincere that it was impossible to resist.

Sasagawa Yagokoro nearly blurted out "I do," but at the crucial moment, the amulet he carried burst into flames at an unprecedented speed, allowing him to regain a sliver of clarity. The other team members were in the same boat, wiping away cold sweat as if they had escaped a terrible ordeal.

Fujimaru Ritsuka refused outright: "Don't talk nonsense. Chiba University doesn't lack supplies. Give them to the universities that do."

Yamashita looked relaxed: "Then what are you doing here?"

"Take away your two classmates, and the rest of the living people."

Yamashita shrugged and complained to Professor Shirafuji, "Professor, Professor, why do you always do things like this?"

"Huh? I just wanted to increase the number of residents so you could practice." The pseudo-White Fangyuan panicked, seemingly completely unable to understand.

At this point, the other students also began to stir up trouble:

"Yes, Professor, no, Your Majesty, it was already excessive of you to drag us down and not let us leave back then, and now you dare to pull this stunt again?"

"Although I've gotten used to the zombie life, I have to say it's awful. Couldn't they have waited until they were dead before bringing them over?"

From the moment he entered, Fujimaru Ritsuka tried to use his Eye of Karma to find the strange core of this place, but he couldn't find it. The corpses and the river were all the same color. But then he opened his Eye of Karma and was surprised to find that both the living and the fourteen dead students had completely different colors.

The pseudo-White House panicked at this moment. He seemed to fully understand what Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes had seen, and hurriedly stuffed the two living students and the previously missing people onto the ship. His cooperation was so good that even Fujimaru Ritsuka, who wanted to cause trouble, had no excuse.

He rubbed his hands together, his face full of flattery: "Well, now that you've completed your mission, can we just leave each other alone?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored him and instead looked at Yamashita, who had spoken first: "Yamashita-kun, have you ever thought about getting rid of this?"

"Uh, no... Besides, this is the Land of the Dead, shouldn't we stay here?"

The fake White House froze, as if the truth had been exposed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the fake Shirofuji with a smile: "Heh heh, cosplaying as the great goddess Izanami, huh?"

The fake Bai Fangyuan raised his hands in surrender: "Boss, you should have seen my aura just now. I have never killed anyone on purpose. I also destroyed the consciousness of all the rebellious corpses back then. So can you spare me?"

"A solution?" Fujimaru Ritsuka took out the Twilight Muramasa, a blade so powerful it could kill souls that the fake Shirofuin shrank back and immediately confessed.

"Actually, you can just use the Shinto method. Every night, bring a stone and place it at the gate, then surround it with a rope. Our place will be destined to drift further and further away from reality and be completely cut off."

"Shiyu, get that guy a contract confirmed."

The pseudo-White Fangyuan stopped talking, obediently boarded the ship, and confirmed the contents of the document with Kasumigaoka Utaha before signing his real name, which consisted of strange characters.

(He's such a harmless guy who's afraid of being alone; who knows, maybe he'll actually succeed in the future.)

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood why he had obediently given in. This guy was very difficult to deal with. Without a definite core, killing him would probably require cutting down everything that was moving inside and then burning the place to the ground.

But now, Fujimaru Ritsuka is worried about the living ordinary people, while this strange creature cherishes the 14 corpses with independent consciousness. Both of them are afraid of both sides.

So, although it will take some time, it's good that it can be resolved.

With a bitter expression, the pseudo-Bai Fangyuan came to the bow of the boat and began to row them to the entrance.

Shiyu secretly gave him a V sign: "I confirmed its authenticity. And I also obtained a True Word Contract that forbids me from harming humans and that I will have to help them in the future."

"That's good."

Unlike when they arrived, the corpse man quickly escorted them to the door, chased them away like they were being sent away from a plague, and then decisively closed the door.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stretched and said to Kasumigaoka Utaha, "Go tell these guys what to do. You've been just standing around doing nothing throughout the whole mission..."

The team members hesitated, unable to accept it themselves: they thought they were coming here to have a grand battle, to risk their lives for a chance to make a fortune, but they ended up just watching a comedy show.