Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

[Found you!]

Those red hearts filling the screen aren't love, they're blood.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at the sender—Hungry Lion.

Then, the tip of the spear of light pierced through the wall beside him, and the boss screamed in agony, "Aaaaaah, my wall!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched numbly as the spear tip slowly retreated, and then a face that was once flawless but was now filled with rage appeared in the hole, staring menacingly into the room:

“Here’s Johnny——”

"Eek!!!" x2

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her nose, looking annoyed: "We're going to lose money again. By the way, how come you're cosplaying GetBackers?! What were you looking at while you were slacking off when we weren't looking?!"

Speaking of which, didn't Rohan on the shore also make a strange noise just now?

Seemingly drawn by the strange cry, Artoria's ashen face slowly moved towards it, and then she saw Rohan on the shore. She looked at him suspiciously, even sniffing the air, before her eyes filled with utter contempt:

"Ah... no wonder Fujimaru, who is always so considerate, abandoned me for a whole day, leaving me unable to even get a hot meal in Chiba. It was you, Lord Umebayashi!"

With an imposing and authoritative shout, she forcefully tore open a large hole and strode in from the outside with an air of grandeur.

With a thud, the shop owner, unable to withstand the blow, fainted.

Merlin's memories were frantically warning Rohan Kishibe, but conversely, Merlin's reckless impulses were also urging Rohan to cause trouble! Cause trouble! Cause trouble right now!

Rohan Kishibe, his dignity as a manga artist was not to be compromised, and his impulse to confront others as a troublemaker was making him excited and his nerves were on fire. Without thinking, he said, "Oh dear. My lord, I am not your subject Merlin. Look carefully, I am a modern person. By the way, I ate very well today. Fujimaru Ritsuka has good taste. I tried all the snack shops he ate at, and they were really delicious."

Despite it being their first meeting, Rohan Kishibe still managed to pinpoint Artoria's sore spot with deadly accuracy, his recklessness comparable to his own actions in a parallel world where he relentlessly poked a handsome man in the head with cow dung.

Anyone who is sober can hear the sound of a nerve snapping.

Artoria entered a state of calm, like the eve of a storm.

She gave a cruel smile and said in a low voice, "Ah, you just said you weren't Lord Meilin, right?"

"You kidnapped my quartermaster, didn't you?"

"You've cut off my supply lines, haven't you?"

With each sentence he spoke, Rohan Kishibe, who was inexplicably stunned, nodded, and then he knew that something terrible was about to happen.

"Then, you are the enemy!"

The white-clad queen stirred up a black storm, and she smiled kindly: "Questions are useless! Prepare to die!"

"But I have a place here that can provide a large amount of offerings!!!"

Jumping around on the baseline like a rubber band is a special kind of suicidal skill, and Rohan Kishibe is well-versed in it. However, he miscalculated—the raging wind completely drowned out his teasing of the king, and so he ultimately received a severe beating.

Fortunately, although Artoria was close to going berserk, she had already found the shopkeeper lying on the ground when she entered. Feeling guilty for breaking through the wall, she didn't go all out, only managing to leave Rohan Kishibe teetering between serious and minor injuries.

It really was swaying back and forth. Fujimaru Ritsuka watched as she beat him for a while before taking out a bottle of medicine from her pocket and pouring it down his throat. Then she picked up Kishibe Rohan and beat him again. Although she used the back of a gun the whole time (?), it still looked quite painful.

This ferocious state is less like White Gunslinger and more like Black Gunslinger, whose hunger has allowed the darkness within to dominate his body, transforming him into a cold-blooded warrior.

However, he didn't stop him at all. He just sat calmly in his chair, watching the King of Victory's rehabilitation process from the very beginning with an OMO (Online-Merge-Offline) attitude, almost as if he was about to take out a bucket of popcorn.

Not adding the sound effect of "[Dulalalalala!!!]" to Artoria's rhythmic beatings was already the biggest restraint this meme maker could muster; heaven knows how hard he had to endure it to avoid getting himself into trouble.

At the same time, he harbored a deep doubt: he sensed that Rohan Kishibe wanted to say something to appease the enraged Artoria, but his voice was drowned out. Hmm... why didn't he use magic to transmit his voice?

"Gurgle gurgle!!" A muffled sound came from Artoria's lower abdomen. She stopped without changing her expression and withdrew the Holy Lance. Holding the bruised and battered Merlin in one hand, she quickly reached for some cakes at the counter with the other. Artoria had returned victorious. She swayed Rohan Kishibe aside in a chair and silently began to eat her cake.

Hmm, she still seems a little shy.

"Shy, guh!" Rohan Kishibe took another chop to the head, but he still managed to pull out his notebook and started scribbling away on the table, occasionally letting out a chilling laugh.

"Wow, what an interesting experience! A reincarnated sage was brutally beaten by an ancient king, all because he was short of food. And the sage escaped the brink of death because he was hungry!"

"Stop nagging!" Artoria gave him another chop, but seeing him still chuckling as he took notes and sketched, she felt a little awkward and moved the cake to the other side, sitting down next to Fujimaru Ritsuka to enjoy it.

"...And this time I really had a wonderful experience. Ah, I'm so happy. So this is what it feels like to be repeatedly beaten until your bones are fractured, then healed by medicine, and then beaten again. I'm going to use this experience in my work. I really hit the jackpot!" Rohan Kishibe laughed heartily.

Artoria stopped chewing the cake, exchanged a blank look with Fujimaru Ritsuka, and both understood: This person is hopeless.

As long as he doesn't actually die, and as long as it becomes a source of comic book material, he feels like he's made a profit.

"...It's really disgusting. It's hard to believe that someone with Merlin's power could do something like this." Artoria swallowed the cake, her expression incredibly complicated. Although she noticed that Fujimaru Ritsuka and Kishibe Rohan were talking, and that it wasn't serious enough to seriously injure him, these were minor injuries compared to the Knights of the Round Table, and she was amazed that he could endure such pain.

I really want to drag the real Merlin out and point him at Rohan on the shore: Look at him, and then look at you, you lazy fisherman, don't you feel ashamed?

“In a way, it’s awe-inspiring.” Fujimaru Ritsuka said with deep respect.

But respect can't put food on the table. Artoria licked her fingers unsatisfied and gave Fujimaru Ritsuka a look that clearly indicated: Fujimaru, I want to eat something.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the sky: It's almost 11 o'clock now, and he can't quite remember where the cafe is located. The shopping mall he went to before was about to close. Where can he find a place to satisfy this big eater?

Artoria remained unmoved. Fortunately, after eating a few pieces of cake, she finally regained some of her elegant and regal demeanor, although the hunger in her eyes would probably burn it all away soon.

At that crucial moment, a business card was extended.

Rohan Kishibe, without looking up, said, "Go to the address on the business card. It's a late-night izakaya (Japanese pub) that usually has plenty of food. It's a good place for those working late at night in the neighborhood to fill their stomachs." His right hand continued to scribble and draw in his notebook.

Artoria eagerly snatched the business card: "Then what are we waiting for, let's go, Fujimaru. Oh, right..."

She hesitated for a moment, then took out the last bottle of healing potion from her pocket and placed it on the table: "Stop the pain, even though you only have superficial wounds left now. Also, I owe you a small favor, and... don't be like Merlin Lord and do something reckless again! Or next time, practice your impromptu handling of illusions and magic first."

He paused briefly, then continued writing: "I know, King Arthur, go and satisfy your insatiable appetite... Hehehe, maybe I should draw a food-themed manga next time, hehehe..." He smiled, revealing a newfound inspiration.

Artoria shivered and pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka away, only managing to mouth "see you later" to her.

I could vaguely make out that the other person was giving a thumbs-up with their left hand.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose feet had already been lifted off the ground, had no time to respond.

Wait... the wreckage in the store.

However, he noticed that he was already enveloped by a strong wind, and knew that this journey was unstoppable.

We can only leave it to Rohan Kishibe, who has some healing potions.

Also, thankfully it's late at night, with few people around, and the black wind blends into the darkness.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a lightness in his body and was already airborne with Artoria. He had already noticed the cafeteria sign that he would normally have to wander around the alley for 20 minutes to see.

Hopefully no one runs into them, otherwise there will be another urban legend tomorrow.

He prayed with a bitter smile.

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In a distant and unknown space, Luna awoke from her slumber. Her long, golden hair spread across the floor of the nameless temple like flower petals, and dressed in a blue and white gown, she appeared flawless even as she awoke from her slumber.

A perfect, flawless expression, as majestic as a god, was something Luna could never have possessed when she first met Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She is indeed not "Luna," not that silly girl who calls herself by a nickname for the moon.

"Descendants of the moon and the earth? So there are actually descendants of dream demons in this world? How interesting..."

In the empty temple, she slowly stood up, eliciting a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds, revealing that she was bound by seven chains.

The chains were covered with dense, strange script, so ancient that even the great witch of the age of gods could not decipher it, yet one could faintly sense the mysterious power residing within them. These were divine scripts derived from the forces of order, morality, rules, and civilization, constantly shifting and changing.

Seven chains bound Luna at one end and were linked to a tall pillar of light at the other.

However, six of the seven chains have already broken, and the pillars of light from the broken chains have all been stained red. Only the last pillar of light and the chain are still stubbornly holding on.

"The appointed time is almost here." The woman's eyes revealed a rare tenderness and anticipation.

159. You have to pet cats a lot, and so do lions.

At 11 o'clock in Chiba, many lights had already been turned off, and there were few pedestrians in many streets.

Unlike Tokyo, where neon lights still blaze even late at night and a middle-aged man in a tie staggers and babbles incoherently, this city, far from the harbor, offers a more relaxed work pace in its old town. Unlike Tokyo, where office workers are either still working overtime or forced to socialize with their superiors at this time of night.

In the izakayas of this area, most of the customers are acquaintances, sitting at the counter or tables, taking a sip or two of beer, and joking around with the chef who has a scar on his face.

The general responded to the guests' jokes in a nonchalant manner, noticing that the wind outside was quite strong today.

With a click, the door of the izakaya was pulled open rather roughly.

The general frowned and looked up in surprise.

In the past, he had only heard such a rough door-opening sound when the local Yazaku gang came to his door to collect protection money.

If it weren't for a fortuitous agreement reached with them, the business would have been ruined.

But isn't the local boss who manages this area drinking here? Are there any clueless guys out there?

The general looked over and saw that the people standing outside the door were not Yazaku, but a man and a woman.

Moreover, they don't seem to be purely locals.

The boy had blue eyes, while the woman had golden hair and turquoise eyes.

Each of them was exceptionally handsome and dashing, exuding the air of a great man beyond his years.

They glanced around, then took the lead and sat down at the empty seats by the counter. Even the regular customers next to them, who were usually quite loud, couldn't help but lower their voices.

For no particular reason, they always had a creepy feeling, like walking past the gaping maw of a hungry lion.

Do you need my help?

Ah Long, the yakuza leader over there, secretly gave a signal with his eyes.

The general returned his gaze, calming him down and telling him to stay calm.

Although they opened the door so rudely, the two people didn't seem to be there to cause trouble; instead, they seemed... a little anxious?

He was aloof and distant, but still maintained the etiquette of an izakaya chef, asking the two guests in a low voice, "What would you two new guests like to eat?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief—the Admiral had finally asked us to order. Meanwhile, Artoria next door was already secretly tapping her foot, as if she was about to burst out laughing.

If it were Blue Ahoge, he probably would have already drawn a greatsword and held it to someone's neck, irrationally demanding that they hand over the food.

No, that's way too much of a smear on the real person.

He patted the hungry beast's paw reassuringly and calmly asked, "Boss, what do you recommend? Preferably something with large portions that's filling and served quickly."

The general casually wiped his kitchen knife with a white cotton cloth: "It depends on what you want to eat, guest. Beef bowl, oyakodon, pork cutlet rice bowl, I can make them all. You can even order something else, and I will do my best to cook it for you."

"Okay, then let's start with two large beef bowls and two large pork cutlet rice bowls."