Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

His tone was decisive and to the point, earning a nod of approval from Fujimaru Ritsuka. He told Itohori Yuuma, "Good, that's more like taking responsibility. Try to use these tools to observe some of the higher-ups in your Tojo Clan, as well as that Wakagashira I haven't met before. Report back truthfully on the results."

As she spoke, Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled out a spare Eye of Eros and a monkey-themed Sun God Amulet and gave it to him, then patted him hard on the shoulder: "Do a good job. I hope you don't give me a chance to make a move."

"By the way, don't let anyone know about what happened today, understand?"

Yuuma Itohori took the prop, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and decisively replied, "I understand! No one but me will know about this."

Watching Fujimaru Ritsuka's figure disappear into the distance, Goto Yuuma carefully stuffed the things into his inner pocket: Young Master, I hope you're just stupid, otherwise the future of the Tojo Clan will have no trace of you.

He stopped where he was and strode out. Next, he needed to find an excuse for this change in his personal image.

For example, changing one's image to negotiate upcoming projects? That seems like a good idea.

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In late June, Chiba, despite being close to the sea, still felt a bit hot in the wind.

As Fujimaru Ritsuka sped along on her motorcycle, her mood grew increasingly gloomy.

What he saw at the port and inside the East City Group building stirred his heart.

What if these symptoms weren't just in the vicinity, but throughout Chiba City, or even Chiba Prefecture, or even further afield?

He had not forgotten where he had experienced similar hallucinations before.

That thought came to me while I was walking on the street after taking leave from Soubu High School. So, could there be something going on in Chiba City as well?

He floored the accelerator, the motorcycle engine roaring wildly as it sped towards the city.

But an accident happened.

"Stop the car, turn off the engine, show the license plate and driver's license."

Seriously, officer? Do we really need to do roadside checks here?

Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped the car in a daze, took off his helmet, and his youthful and cheerful face caught the eye of the traffic policeman, who then became even more serious.

The traffic policeman looked him up and down: "What's wrong with you? You look like you're still in school, right? Riding a motorcycle around during school hours, huh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked distressed and couldn't speak.

Well, he subconsciously stopped the car because he didn't care about being checked. After all, this experience reminded him of a long, long time ago. But when he touched his chest, he realized: Oh no, I'm only 17 and a half years old now, I haven't even had my birthday yet, let alone a driver's license, I haven't even passed the test.

However, he cleverly remembered something and took out a small black notebook and handed it over.

"What is this?" the officer asked suspiciously as he took it.

Japanese driver's licenses are quite simple in appearance, small, rounded-cornered documents about the size of an ID card. But the thick booklet in his hand was clearly not a driver's license.

The traffic policeman flipped it open, his eyes widened, and he gave a slightly distorted salute: "Hello! Inspector Fujimaru!"

He could tell the difference between genuine and counterfeit documents by their serial numbers and stamps; the level of craftsmanship made it impossible to believe they were counterfeit.

Although he was unaware that someone had used incantations to cast a subtle, suggestive spell.

Fujimaru Ritsuka coughed awkwardly. As one of the benefits of being affiliated, Chaldea had an official Metropolitan Police Department status. The rank assigned was neither high nor low, belonging to the fifth level of the ten ranks of the Japanese police, the level of those elite professionals who passed the civil service exam and were promoted to full-fledged officers.

On a side note, this level is one that even veteran police officers who didn't get in through exams can't reach even after decades of hard work.

The traffic policeman in front of him was probably only a first-level patrolman, or at most a second-level patrol chief. Facing a big shot like Fujimaru Ritsuka, whom he might never reach in his lifetime, he was naturally in a state of being suppressed.

But...

"Speaking of which, Inspector, your driver's license..." The traffic police officer on patrol was still a little unwilling.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face twitched. She could only play the friendship card: "I had to rush back because of a case lead. I didn't have time to take it. As a colleague, please give me some face."

The traffic police officer on patrol was filled with respect, but as soon as he said it, he wanted to slap himself: Inspector Fujimaru had clearly not brought any, was it really necessary to trip up his superiors? Although he was indeed annoyed by this unfamiliar professional group winner, he couldn't risk his future.

He was flattered by the inspector's unpretentious request and returned the identification with both hands, beaming: "You're too kind! As colleagues, this is nothing."

Having experienced the benefits of rule by man, Fujimaru Ritsuka happily took back her ID, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Japan, indeed, the people above are enjoying themselves, and the people below are just pretending to enjoy themselves. As for what actually happens, the people above are happy and don't care.

He picked up the helmet and casually asked, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen many roadside inspections like this before. It's not almost Chinese New Year, so there's no need to generate revenue, right?"

Although he didn't quite understand the witty remark in the second half of the sentence, the patrolman chuckled a few times in response, then said, "Ah, we recently received a notice from above saying that suspicious individuals have entered Chiba, so we're required to conduct random checks on passing vehicles, focusing on those that are easy to conceal..."

As he spoke, he glanced sheepishly at Fujimaru Ritsuka's black helmet.

Fujimaru Ritsuka chuckled to himself; it turned out his helmet was the culprit. He casually asked, "What does that suspicious individual we need to identify look like? Let me see if I can help you."

“She’s conspicuous, a blonde foreigner… never mind, I have a picture of her here, let me show you.” The patrolman said, taking out a photo from his side and handing it over.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at it and was immediately stunned.

Amidst the chaos, several people lay motionless on the ground, their fates unknown. Standing in the center was the person the traffic police were searching for. In the dim moonlight, their faces were not clearly visible; only their long, silky hair, shimmering with a golden luster, and their single eye, sparkling like a ruby, were discernible.

He gasped, trying hard to make out the details, but whether it was a problem with the photography technique or the lighting was really bad, apart from the impressive blonde hair and red eyes, he could only tell that it was probably a woman.

Rubbing her temples, Fujimaru Ritsuka earnestly advised the patrolman, "I'm saying, if you spot the target, stop them briefly... no, report to your superiors first. This is clearly not an ordinary incident. By the way, what is this photo?"

The patrolman nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm, as expected, Inspector Fujimaru, a high-ranking official, knows something about this. I understand. As for the source of this photo..."

He suddenly leaned closer mysteriously, looked around, and said, "What our patrol chief means is that we need to keep our mouths shut. It might not be an official task. If Inspector Fujimaru is interested, he can consider going to see Yamamoto Maru of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Yamamoto Maru? I'll remember that." Fujimaru Ritsuka got on her motorcycle and waved goodbye.

With a roar, Fujimaru Ritsuka hurried into the city. The beautiful figure he had just seen in the photo kept replaying in his mind, and he felt unaware that the outside world was paying close attention. However, it was better to avoid trouble; this matter couldn't be left to him to handle.

He couldn't just recklessly floor the gas and drive straight to the Metropolitan Police Department, then arrest Yamamoto and interrogate him. This kind of thing required the help of professionals. Therefore, he chose to investigate later and then call the head butler.

It can only be said that Kawasaki motorcycles are indeed a brand that is on par with Yamaha, Honda and Suzuki. Ritsuka Fujimaru rode one known for its speed and arrived near Sobu High School in less than half an hour.

Ignoring the stares of passersby, Fujimaru Ritsuka took off her helmet, put on the Eye of Eros, and then wore a sour expression.

Four or five out of ten pedestrians were entangled in that red, net-like thing. He took a deep breath and wondered whether he should go into the school to find out what was going on.

But to be honest, there is a certain risk involved; it's too conspicuous.

I'm not sure if I can get past the school security guard in my casual clothes. I should just remind Jing Ke'ai later. Hmm, let her come and get the Eye of Eros, which is one of the few prototypes available.

Fujimaru Ritsuka made the decision happily, then took out her Bluetooth headset and quickly dialed the head butler's number.

"Hey~~ What's wrong with Fujimaru-sama again?" Haruno's slightly excited voice rang out, sounding like she had caught some great treasure.

Fujimaru Ritsuka briefly recounted to the head butler what he had seen during his journey.

The sound of a pen scratching across paper could be heard from the other end. After a long pause, Yang Nai finally responded, "Hmm... Looks like it's another big incident... Why do I feel like I've encountered so many more of these strange things that have gone beyond trouble and escalated into disasters since I came out of the Special Affairs Bureau?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes: "Don't talk like I'm the source of all this trouble."

A soft laugh came from the other end, accompanied by a breath that tickled Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears.

Yang stopped laughing and said seriously, "I understand. I will also conduct a confidential investigation of the Tojo Clan to ensure that we do not alert them. Senior Lisa Lisa's experiment will continue, but I also suggest that Ms. Sawamura Sayuri and her daughter not return to Tokyo so soon, just in case. In addition, I will send one of our execution teams to Tokyo to investigate using the Eye of Eros."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "As for what that young traffic cop said... do you think it matters?"

"Important. My intuition is pretty accurate."

Yang Nai gently agreed: "You'll receive Yamamoto Maru's personal information before the Metropolitan Police Department closes for the day. If you want, you can easily catch him before he leaves his office."

"Let them carry out the reconnaissance mission in Tokyo today."

“Yes, I understand. We should act swiftly to prevent future problems.” Yang Nai hesitated for a moment. “By the way, should we have Ms. Artoria come with us to Chiba City?”

"What's she doing here? Hmm..." Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, feeling that this idea seemed to make sense.

According to information from a certain "sister of bacteria," the various skills that constitute the sixth sense each have their own focus, but whether it's the true or false Mind's Eye, they can only be effectively used in combat. However, Intuition and Revelation are quite different, especially the latter, which can have a decisive effect, like reading a strategy guide, always allowing you to choose the right path.

Intuition, as a monkey version of revelation (not really), might actually come in handy in this investigation with very few clues.

"Let Artoria go instead. She seemed to have wanted to visit the city and see what the big cities of the future would look like."

“I knew it (whispering). I understand. I’ll have Ms. Artoria come to Chiba City to find you. Remember to keep your communications open.”

After finishing her sentence, Yang didn't hang up the phone. Fujimaru Ritsuka was puzzled and wondered if Yang had something else in mind, so she waited patiently.

"After you're done with this, do you have time to go shopping with your older sister? I'll buy you some clothes then." For some reason, Yang Nai suddenly spoke up after a long silence and made a strange request.

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her earlobe and rolled her eyes: "Are you deliberately setting a flag for me with those words? Besides, I, Fujimaru, am a small-time tycoon. I don't need a rich woman to support me."

"Oh? Hmph, I can't pretend I didn't hear that." Yang Nai clicked her tongue. "You know, Chaldea's funds are in my hands. I'll put them all into Lisa Lisa-senpai's products. When do you think we'll get the money back? By the way, I also set the budget for the Yukinoshita family's investment next month."

"Lord Yang, you're right! We absolutely have to go shopping. Who wouldn't want to go shopping with a young and beautiful girl? Only a fool would do that!" Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately bowed to the five bushes of rice, even bending over backwards.

Yang Nai laughed out loud: "Is it a deal?"

"It's a word."

Finally hanging up the phone, Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped the sweat from her brow, involuntarily wanting to put on a mask of anguish: "Sigh, I always felt that the old Haruno-nee was more fun. So clueless, she didn't even know her sister and everyone around her were superhumans, always putting on an act of protecting them. And when she broke down, she'd start overthinking things, a perfect tool-like secretary. Now, she's even putting pressure on her boss."

Life is full of hardships, so just close your eyes and drink a bitter cup of wine.

Dejected, Fujimaru Ritsuka put on her helmet, when suddenly she caught a glimpse of gold flitting through the crowd.

!

Without needing to confirm much, he felt as if he had seen the target he had been concerned about before.

Chiba City isn't without foreigners, and there are plenty of guys with dyed blonde hair, but it's different.

If you dye your hair golden yellow, it can easily look a bit dry and yellow if you don't use special conditioning tools.

While naturally blond foreigners may have bright hair and many possess a natural beauty, they still cannot compare to the stunning appearance seen in that fleeting glimpse.

It's like gilded gold, with an unusual beauty under the sunlight. It seems to emit a radiance, but it's not too dazzling, giving off a hazy golden feeling.

Even passersby can't help but look back repeatedly.

The blonde owner was walking in the direction of the pedestrian street, so she couldn't drive in. Fujimaru Ritsuka could only quickly push the motorcycle to the side, lock it, throw her helmet into the motorcycle's storage box, and rush inside.

His physique was far superior to that of ordinary people—his agility, at a mid-level among Servants, still gave him sufficiently strong nerves and coordination to maintain speed while avoiding crowded areas and carving a path through the sea of ​​people. His strength allowed him to gently push aside those who were blocking his way without harming them.

...Although she still had a lot of complaints, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't care less about them anymore.

He sensed something amiss about that person. It was an alien quality that ordinary people, even those with magical powers, couldn't possess.

As she chased after him, Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered where she had this feeling of déjà vu.

Then he remembered.

If I had to put it into words... it's like Abigail, and Artoria Pendragon who was pulled from the ground, that feeling of being out of place in this world!

In an instant, his feet didn't stop, but his brain was working at high speed.

The names of people he knew flashed through his mind one by one. He followed closely behind her and only rushed in after he saw her turn into the alley.

"It's you?! Ereshkigal!"