Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Ah?"

"No, then... Gilgamesh?"

"what?"

"...Illyasviel?"

He was met with looks of utter disbelief.

155. First meeting in five seconds, then an immediate date (6K)

"Well, sir, although I don't go out much, the heroines in movies all say that your approach is the worst excuse imaginable."

The blonde girl scolded Fujimaru Ritsuka in a strange tone, and then, unexpectedly, yawned.

No, it's not that she speaks Japanese with a foreign accent, but rather that her lazy and drawn-out intonation gives people a strange feeling.

It felt like someone had casually brushed my heart with a soft feather.

"Ugh..." Fujimaru Ritsuka clutched her chest, using an exaggeratedly injured expression to hide her fluttering heart, which drew laughter from the person opposite her.

What's going on with this girl? She's absolutely perfect!

He patted his chest, subtly straightened his clothes, and pulled out his identification: "Madam, excuse me, but I have a case here that requires your assistance in the investigation."

The girl's eyes widened as if she had seen a kitten with a dried fish flying up. She took the black booklet and looked at the open document over and over again, looking like she had never seen anything like it before.

Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't worried that she would notice anything wrong, after all, this was the real deal.

After looking at it again and again, the girl handed the document back to him, muttering softly, "Hey, this is the first time I've seen something like it in a movie. Hmm, I'll do my best to help you!"

She suddenly became excited, her face flushed with enthusiasm: "Is there something you need my help with in apprehending a criminal? Am I a witness? Or a suspect?"

The girl approached curiously, like a completely unsuspecting dog. Wow, this woman is amazing! She perfectly blends the characteristics of a cat and a dog—a perfect 100!

So, was the photo the traffic police had really of her? Could it have been excessive self-defense? Or someone similar? Without the case file, we can't be sure. After all, the patrol team mentioned that Yamamoto Maru didn't charge the girl with any specific crime. Let's investigate the situation first.

Suppressing the jumble of thoughts in her mind, Fujimaru Ritsuka coughed, took out her notebook, and pretended to write something down: "Well, it's about a big case, but I can't tell you the details. So tell me your name first."

She put her hands behind her back, her eyes darting around slyly: "Luna, um, Luna Scarlett."

"...Madam, using a false name in front of a police officer can get you arrested." Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed his temples. Although he didn't recognize the girl in front of him, he was certain that this wasn't her real name.

Or perhaps I should get to know her? Fujimaru Ritsuka thought vaguely.

Luna, let's call her that for now, just stuck out her little tongue shyly, smiled and didn't say anything.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, her face stern, tapped her notebook: "Be serious, I'm asking you a question!"

"Oh! That's right, the characters in movies who are being questioned should be a little scared!" Luna made a trembling expression, but it didn't really look like it; instead, it looked a bit comical.

"Pfft." "Hmph, hehehahaha..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was holding back her laughter, but she herself laughed first, and then Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed along with her.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka realized he couldn't continue this foolish behavior. He released a small amount of his magical power, which shone brightly: "God? Youkai? Or... a superhuman?"

However, his direct attack had no effect at all. His opponent just pounced on him like a little girl, her seemingly mature body pressed against Fujimaru Ritsuka at a very close distance: "Oh~ what is this? Is it a scene from a movie or magic?"

Tilting his head, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a little numb. He sensed that Luna's question was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, without any extra emotional impurities, as if she really knew nothing.

Strange, I clearly sensed a strong sense of incongruity from the other party. If it's acting, could it be that the big star has become a Servant?

As he pondered, he casually brushed off Luna, until she finally realized what was going on.

She puffed out her cheeks and pouted, looking sullen: "Does being a policeman give you the right to bully people? It feels like Mr. Fujimaru has been lying from the very beginning."

"I'm starting to look at you in a new light. You're so innocent, you're practically a fool!"

"That's right... no, why are you calling me an idiot?" Luna protested loudly, which earned her a malicious head pat from Fujimaru Ritsuka.

It's so smooth... Oh no, because it looks so nice to the touch, I found myself using it without even realizing it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka comfortably touched him a few times before realizing what she had done, and her hands froze.

For girls, hair is very important, and they spend a lot of time carefully styling and combing it every day. And rubbing it so roughly like that obviously wouldn't be comfortable.

However, all he saw was Luna's puzzled look, as if she were asking why they weren't continuing.

No problem, I'll touch it again!

After a comfortable rubbing and kneading session, Fujimaru Ritsuka reluctantly withdrew his hand, and solemnly admonished her: "Hmm...you should be more careful in the future. As a girl, you shouldn't let anyone touch your hair like that."

Luna was a little confused: "Why? I've seen those old police officers in movies who really like to pat people's heads, right? And this actually sounds like it's true!"

These words hit a nerve with Fujimaru Ritsuka, but he did notice something off: "Since we met, you've been talking about movies and stuff. Haven't you ever seen a policeman in real life?"

"No, I rarely go out from the beginning. I'm not allowed to, so I just stay in my place and watch movies. Today I just wandered out in a daze. It's usually locked up."

...Yamamoto Maru, you wouldn't happen to be the mastermind behind her imprisonment, no, you'd be an accomplice who helped imprison this girl, would you? How despicable, it's both enviable and hateful.

In her mental ledger, Fujimaru Ritsuka made a sharp note of the name, then said kindly to Luna, "I see. Don't worry, now that you're out, you won't be going back. Come on, tell me where you are, and I'll go teach those people a lesson."

So far, he hasn't been able to sense any aura resembling a Spirit Origin from Luna, but he now has a hunch: during his time helping with the raids in London, he had seen many reports of inhumane experiments. The project involving Tachie Galahad left a deep impression on him—if it was impossible to control a specific person to become an Awakened Servant with Servant powers, then create a suitable one. Tachie was one of the project's results. And the incongruity surrounding Luna might also be related to this type of project.

Creating humans and then keeping them as experimental subjects? Doing this kind of thing in my territory? I'll wipe your whole family out!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's sense of justice, mixed with impurities, subtly ignited, especially when she saw Luna wearing ill-fitting, oversized clothes, which made her particularly displeased.

Luna touched her lips with her finger, looking quite troubled: "Hmm...where is it? I don't know either~~"

She's so cute, she's so pitiful!

Her perpetually sleepy tone makes her seem like someone who's been tortured for a long time, forced to endlessly cooperate with experiments and unable to sleep. And those ill-fitting clothes must have been something she grabbed on the spot when she escaped.

I completely understand the current situation!

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her shoulder kindly, and Luna shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue: "What a strange look. Officer Fujimaru has a kind of old man vibe to him. It's like the feeling of watching your granddaughter being abused by her heartless parents and then remembering to care for the child."

He ignored Luna's nonsensical analogies and dragged her by the hand out of the alley: "Anyway, don't worry about it. The officer is taking you out for a stroll. When your parents come looking for you, we'll teach them a lesson." A dark killing intent surged within Fujimaru Ritsuka's chest, like a physical attack.

"Yay, let's go shopping! Ah, even though they're unlikely to come looking for us (whispering)." Luna didn't resist at all; rather, she excitedly followed Fujimaru Ritsuka towards the bustling pedestrian street.

The first thing is to buy a well-fitting outfit.

For some reason, Luna particularly likes white. Fujimaru Ritsuka, however, has a different opinion; he thinks black is better.

As a compromise, it's a white top and black stockings.

"I sensed that Officer Fujimaru's strong personal preferences were involved!" Luna entered the dressing room under the guidance of the sales assistant, muttering bad things about Fujimaru Ritsuka before leaving.

Fujimaru Ritsuka has always been indifferent to bad things said about Luna.

If you show me black stockings, then everything you say is right. You know why, right?

"rinse!"

"Ta-da! How about it, not bad, right!" Luna changed into a new outfit and jumped out eagerly.

White is a special color, and also a very demanding one for body shape. If your figure is slightly out of shape, it will be especially noticeable in pure white. While it doesn't make your figure appear wider like red or orange, it doesn't make you look thin like cool colors like black either. It simply faithfully reflects your natural body shape.

And this pure white top is just like that. At Fujimaru Ritsuka's suggestion, the sales assistant thoughtfully recommended a silk top, breathable and cool, with a well-tailored cut—it has a cinched waist below the chest, perfectly showcasing the wearer's magnificent chest and outlining her slender waist. The cute sleeves, which cover more than half a hand, soften the overall look of Luna's curvaceous figure.

In short, she is both innocent and alluring.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her finger, indicating that it wasn't a good fit, which drew a coquettish reproach from Luna: "No way, I think this outfit is pretty good."

"The skirt isn't very pretty," Fujimaru Ritsuka said against her conscience.

Actually, a purple midi skirt paired with other clothes looks fairly conventional, but it has to be said that midi skirts are already outdated!

A solid-color midi skirt is really not a good choice.

While a long bohemian-style dress might give a girl an exotic feel, a great midi skirt that covers the knees simply doesn't work.

"Eh...I see." Luna was half-believing, but she couldn't resist Fujimaru Ritsuka's insistence, and awkwardly returned to the fitting room.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fist and silently uttered a "yes".

As a man, I'm sure you can understand me, Fujimaru Ritsuka. That midi skirt...it's so conservative! It practically covers all my long, black-stockinged legs; it shouldn't even exist in this world!

The curtains in the fitting room were drawn again, and Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately leaned back in her chair, waiting expressionlessly for the person inside to come out.

Luna awkwardly crossed her legs, her hands constantly pulling at her skirt behind her back, her face completely red: "Isn't this... a bit too short?"

Finally! The black mini-skirt, which was 10 centimeters above the knee and revealed half of her thigh, completely freed her long, straight legs clad in black stockings, while the long boots added a touch of capable and heroic spirit to Luna. If there were a female power detector at this moment, it would probably be off the charts!

Regardless of the jumble of thoughts swirling in her mind, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised a thumb and smiled brightly: "Thanks, cough cough, no way. All the girls you saw along the way were about the same size, weren't they?"

"Gurgle...it's actually the truth." Luna took a couple of steps and felt a chill.

As she pressed down on her short skirt, she glanced to the other side and said, "I think that long skirt is quite nice."

"That one?" Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head to look over, preparing to wrap it up and give it to Luna.

The long dress is gorgeous.

It's a segmented, off-the-shoulder, low-cut maxi dress that boldly reveals the upper body, yet surprisingly includes matching sleeves. The dress is predominantly white, but features a blue lining that adds more color and enhances its layered look.

"It's not very nice. Especially the sleeves, they're unnecessary! Aren't they just the kind of sleeves that farmers use for working? And it's a formal dress, so it won't be convenient for us to continue shopping later!" For some reason, Fujimaru Ritsuka was very resistant to the dress that Luna had her eye on, and didn't mention her plan to buy another one.

“That’s true.” Luna could only pitifully wear the outfit she was wearing, watching as Fujimaru Ritsuka casually picked out a few matching items before swiping her card and leaving.

To be honest, Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't planned to leave so soon. He was thinking of having Luna try on each of the outfits the sales assistant was holding.

Shopping for clothes and dressing people up like dolls is a fun activity. However, seeing that particular outfit made him abandon the idea of ​​continuing and he had to quickly pay and leave.

Luna, who had narrowly escaped death, was overjoyed. Carrying her bags, she cheerfully followed behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, asking, "Where should we go next?"

"...Ah, yes, where should we go?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was still trying to recall why she had felt that strange sensation, but after hearing this, she gave up trying to remember.

He was a little troubled; he had already taken Luna around once, but no one had come over yet.

Theoretically, wouldn't those villains who can't stand the light of day be like they'd been kicked in the butt with a big leather boot, rushing to attack? I've already arrogantly taken Luna around the mall, why hasn't there been any reaction?

Never mind, let's be even more arrogant!

"Ms. Luna, there is an important task that requires your cooperation."

"Huh? What is it? What is it?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka decisively extended her hand: "Come on, take my arm, and then walk with a bit of an exaggerated gait!"

"Hmm!" Luna's eyes widened, and she tilted her head. "Officer Fujimaru, I remember in the movies, this is something you only do on a date, right? Are we on a date?"

"Holding hands is to lure out bad things."