Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Seeing his embarrassed expression and hearing his increasingly outrageous and contradictory demands, Lisa Lisa and Bemukino Shu closed their eyes in anguish.

What else can we do? We've come this far, we have no choice but to give in to him.

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Hiratsuka Shizuka crossed her legs in annoyance, clearly displeased. Earlier, when she received a call from Fujimaru Ritsuka, he showered her with hats as if they were free, along with various enticing offers, leading her to vaguely agree to a trip to London.

Although after regaining her senses she felt that flying to the other side of the world to fight monsters was too crazy, she had to keep her word and reluctantly agreed.

However, the bald principal in front of me refused to grant leave!

When other teachers ask for leave, you don't have to go through such a difficult time. Why is it that I'm only asking for one day off, and it's not like I'm leaving immediately in the afternoon?

The bald principal wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, a little scared—the rumors of Hiratsuka Shizuka's human-shaped tyrannical dragon had already quietly spread among the teachers, especially after the principal witnessed her crushing an enamel cup with her bare hands one day.

But leave can't be approved! Tomorrow, parent representatives from the PTA association are coming to inspect the school. As the homeroom teacher, you want to slip away at this time? I, the principal, am afraid the PTA will hold a grudge against me. What big deal could Ms. Hiratsuka Shizuka have to do? At worst, she's going on a blind date. It's a good thing I'm stopping her from going; you're unlikely to succeed anyway.

He was determined to go all out, forcing himself to speak in a firm tone: "In short, the fake document cannot be approved."

Then a huge noise came, and he opened and closed his mouth in vain, but not a single sound reached Hiratsuka Shizuka's ears.

Which bastard is causing trouble? But that voice sounds so familiar, like I've heard it on TV before?

He turned around angrily to look at the source of the noise, then stared blankly at the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Target spotted! Repeat, target spotted!"

"Roger that, [Tiger], prepare to attack!"

A colossal object appeared outside the window; its cold, hard lines and massive twin propellers were enough to make military enthusiasts ecstatic about this imposing military helicopter.

The noise of the propellers prevented the two people inside from hearing their conversation. The principal, leaning back tactically, watched the helicopter climb up, somewhat distracted, completely unaware of what was happening.

But he didn't need to think anymore. A rope was lowered, and fully armed soldiers with black masks on their faces broke in through the window.

The soldier rolled on the ground in a standard posture, relieved the pressure, stood at attention cleanly and crisply, and then saluted: "Yes, madam! Tiger, a member of Alpha Squad, reporting for duty! Following orders from superiors, I have come to escort you to the base for departure."

The principal's sparse hair fluttered in the wind through the crack in the French windows. He looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka with a bitter expression: "You should have told me earlier that your blind date was a big shot who could mobilize the US military! If you had told me, how could I have stopped you from going!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka had a feeling that the principal's gaze wasn't good, but she was also startled and became a little flustered: "Um, may I ask who you are?"

"When we are ordered to set off, as long as we mention that we are Kaiki and Fujimaru, you will come with me."

"This guy, in such a hurry." Hiratsuka Shizuka was completely unaware, but when she saw the principal's strange look, she realized that the principal knew Fujimaru Ritsuka and that he was the one who approved her long leave.

She quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Well, it's like this, something rather unusual happened..."

"Sir, Ms. Hiratsuka Shizuka is involved in a classified mission. Please keep your mouth shut and do not leak it!" The soldier codenamed [Tiger] approached the principal's ear and whispered a threat.

Seeing him silently make a zipper-zipping gesture with his lips, the soldier nodded in satisfaction and then said to Hiratsuka Shizuka, "Ms. Hiratsuka Shizuka, would you like to come up with me via the rappelling rope, or would you like us to wait for you on the parade ground?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka blinked, then suddenly realized the problem. She asked in despair, "Couldn't we just go to the rooftop? I can go up there by myself..."

"The rooftop is not big enough to stop, and the military situation is urgent."

And so, on that day, Hiratsuka Shizuka became a legend.

Many teachers and students who gathered to watch the spectacle at lunchtime spotted the impressive military helicopter. Some speculated that Ms. Hiratsuka Shizuka might be a retired female soldier who had killed countless people on the Middle East battlefield, even personally killing Brendan Ahmed. After initial doubts arose that Japan hadn't sent troops, they later claimed she was an elite mercenary. Others said that Hiratsuka Shizuka was spotted by a high-ranking military officer during a blind date; reportedly, she single-handedly defeated all the assassination agents, leading the officer to fall for her at first sight, and now he's taking her on dates.

All the rumors about Hiratsuka Shizuka are inseparable from her tyrannical nature.

But Shizuka Hiratsuka, now seated in the back of a Mach-class fighter jet, was unaware of all this, though she already had a premonition of the upheavals that would follow her return.

You bastard!

This anger did not subside even after crossing eight time zones and arriving in Britain where night had already fallen.

On the contrary, during the nearly two-hour high-G flight, Hiratsuka Shizuka actually figured out how much force she would use to punch Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She got out of the car with a fierce expression, followed the signs into the compound, and then froze just as she was about to meet Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

The rhythmic hammering could not be concealed even by the heavy wooden door of the luxury suite, but behind that door, Hiratsuka Shizuka was more concerned about something else.

A familiar scent.

He couldn't be called an acquaintance, but he certainly had an aura similar to that of Miss Martha, and those of her followers.

But what I'm more familiar with is the smell of battle.

It is a battle between dragons and heroes, a duel between those who ravage the weak and those who protect them, a clash between bestiality and humanity, a struggle between evil and good.

She silently pushed open the unlocked door. Some onlookers caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of their eyes, but didn't say anything, instead focusing intently on the center of the room.

Indeed, such a scene is not to be missed.

The luxurious and spacious suite has long been unrecognizable.

The ornate furniture had been moved aside, and the once soft and beautiful carpet was now covered with magic circles painted on it.

In the center of the room, Fujimaru Ritsuka held pliers and a hammer. His clothes were soaked through and clung to his body, clearly outlining his muscular physique.

Before him was a crimson flame burning on an intricate magic circle, and on the other side was an anvil.

Not only him, but even Kaiki Deishuu, who was always dressed in a suit and tie, couldn't help but take off his coat and put on a wet shirt, constantly throwing potions or materials into the flames according to Fujimaru Ritsuka's instructions.

Holding the lump of metal with pliers, adding or supplementing materials, hammering, and then attempting to shape it, whether or not to put it into a coolant that was obviously made of medicine to extract water, Fujimaru Ritsuka silently carried out the forging.

But Hiratsuka Shizuka could tell that he was about to fail.

It's not a problem with the forging itself.

The beautiful shape of the blade in his hand was almost complete, but some things were completely beyond his control.

That was the dragon's evil intent that had always defied and resisted, and the saint's will that had always struggled against it; from beginning to end, they could never achieve a unity of spirit and matter.

A tremor ran through Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart. She suddenly realized what she had to do, and rushed over: "This is not how you forge a sword!"

Chapters 134: The terrifying cup thief is about to enter the Vein Corridor.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was in a real bind. He hadn't expected the forging to cause such a huge problem, and the root cause was simply that the materials were too good.

After discussing it with Lisa Lisa and Beki Deishuu, they discovered that their medicines and materials were eligible for reimbursement, so they generously provided them to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Aurora Steel was used as the main material, and Qiqi Divine Wine was mixed with potions as the cold extraction liquid. Dragon's Reverse Scale and Knight's Medal were activated to activate the evil dragon characteristics of the core artifact and the knight's protective will, respectively. Even the strange materials that Fujimaru Ritsuka had obtained from Leviathan were added in order to create a weapon that could break through Galahad's almost invincible defense.

But the problem lies in the various materials.

The dragon's aura of the Dragon's Reverse Scale, combined with the aura of the great sin demon king represented by Leviathan, made it impossible to completely subdue even with the flames of the Thousand Muramasa. This completely reversed the power dynamic between it and the legendary meme representing Saint George's subjugation of the dragon.

(If this continues, it won't be a holy sword to subdue evil dragons or great sins, but a dark sword for the demon king to slaughter saints and angels. If Hiratsuka-sensei were here, there might still be a chance, but if she doesn't make it in time, then there's nothing to do but submit to it...)

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka maintained her forging rhythm, she began to feel anxious.

This is the difference in forging experience. Even though he inherited the experience and abilities of Senji Muramasa, and could even receive private lessons in his dreams, he still made mistakes. He failed to grasp the delicate balance within the materials and rashly added the mysterious materials of Leviathan in order to increase the quality of the weapon.

After all, the legends left behind in this world were overestimated. It seems that the history of Saint George slaying the dragon is just a legend in this world. It's just that the world has changed drastically in recent years, which has led to the legend becoming a reality. But the aura is not enough. The genuine relics of the saint are not even comparable to a man-made counterfeit Leviathan.

If things continue like this, even if a powerful magic sword can be forged, it might actually cause problems in terms of confrontation.

Moreover, even if the forged demonic sword could break through the defenses in the battle, it would lose its trump card against that ever-victorious king.

Fujimaru Ritsuka grimaced, sighed wearily, and decided to make do.

The dragon's roar grew louder and louder in the room, and even the onlookers sensed something was wrong; the sword seemed to be getting darker and darker.

"This isn't how you forge a knife!"

A chilling roar rang out as Hiratsuka Shizuka stormed in. Without exchanging any pleasantries with Fujimaru Ritsuka, she swiftly materialized her Heroic Spirit Armament and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a serious expression: "I sensed it, I can do it!"

"Stop pretending, boss! Hurry up, give me some, or something bad will happen!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said, overjoyed.

Hiratsuka Shizuka snorted smugly and slammed the crucifix in her hand down hard, the heavy end of it sinking several centimeters into the floor. The two great magicians moved away a few centimeters without making a sound—another brute with the strength to fly bricks.

The next moment, Hiratsuka Shizuka clasped her hands together, the resounding clang causing everyone present to exchange subtle glances. But then she began a low prayer: "[His tail, dragging a third of the sky, crashed to the ground... Michael and his messengers waged war against the dragons, and the dragons and their apostles went to war... There was no longer any place for them in the heavens.]"

As the light shone, the white light was not as dazzling as the midday sun, but rather like a warm fire, making everyone present feel comfortable. Even the wooden floor that had been broken open by the iron cross began to come alive, slowly sprouting new branches and buds.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was greatly encouraged by the strange phenomena that occurred when Hiratsuka Shizuka used her abilities, ignoring the issues that arose.

Really useful!

As a fellow saint, when Hiratsuka Shizuka used Marda's ability to perform [miracles], she slowly replenished the Saint George component in her weapon, making her as vigorous as if she had received fresh troops.

No, it's not reinforcements, but something akin to transformation. The true power of a saint is filling in that unreal, castle-in-the-sky legend, making Saint George's power real and tangible.

What's even more interesting is that, since the dragon Martha subdued was the son of Leviathan, it actually had a lot of restraint over the aura of that fake Leviathan.

And the Bible passages she recited were so perfectly timed that Fujimaru Ritsuka began to suspect she might possess some kind of divine revelation ability.

But that's a story for later; right now, we need to finish this sword.

A flame of ambition ignited in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes. Having been taught by a legendary swordsmith, how could Fujimaru Ritsuka not have the heart of a craftsman to forge divine weapons?

Raise the hammer, then forge, imbuing this sword with the determination to save the world, the blessings of the saints, the beautiful wishes of the mythical legends, and the obsession to shatter the dragon's schemes!

Martha recited specific passages from the Book of Revelation, and as Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to forge, she also felt a new aura beginning to descend.

That was the aura of Michael, hidden in the legend of St. George, the guardian angel of him, or perhaps his celestial counterpart, who burned away evil and defeated the rebels.

Flames erupted, engulfing Fujimaru Ritsuka and Hiratsuka Shizuka. Everyone cried out and rushed to save them, but Lisa Lisa and Kaiki Deishuu opened their arms to block their way.

"Don't worry, it's going to succeed."

The golden flames, as expected, did not harm the two at all. Before long, the flames dissipated. Fujimaru Ritsuka stood there, happily raising the longsword in her hand, jumping for joy: "It's done! A sword like a god's, it can even imitate a bit of Michael's aura!"

Everyone stared intently at that direction.

This sword is indeed beautiful. It has magenta cloud patterns as brilliant as a sunset, which must be the flames sprinkled from the wine cup of the sun god in the sky. And the blade is transparent, shimmering with the aurora borealis refracted by the sun passing through the atmosphere.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's initial goal was to forge a weapon close to the Sword of Michael, or at least one that could replicate the power of the weapon in Saint George's hands. But now he had exceeded his expectations, and as he admiring the weapon in his hands, he was surprised when the Tyrannosaurus Rex beside him suddenly roared in anger:

"Stop kidding me, it's not like I've never seen an angel before. What angel carries a samurai sword?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, keeping those words to themselves but not saying them aloud.

“Then let’s call him Michael Muramasa.” Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed lost in her own world, completely oblivious to Hiratsuka Shizuka’s sarcastic remark.

"Wait a minute, this lousy name, you might really be punished by the gods!" Hiratsuka Shizuka exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"To be honest, this name is really lame."

“Indeed, it’s neither Western nor Chinese, and it’s even less tasteful than the notebooks of those chuunibyou’s embarrassing past.” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s words drew unanimous agreement from everyone.

Finally, after a noisy discussion, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't persuade them and finally chose to change the sword in her hand to [Supreme Heaven Muramasa].