Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

A diner sitting a bit far away couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Kid, don't order so much so late at night, you won't be able to finish it. Every dish here is quite large."

"Yes, sir, eating so much at this hour isn't good for your digestion. Besides, the portion of my pork cutlet rice is actually enough for two girls to share." The general earnestly advised the reckless challenger, but unexpectedly only elicited Fujimaru Ritsuka's ecstatic joy.

"You can rest assured, we're starving, please hurry up and serve."

The general sighed and turned to cook.

He thought for half a second and decided to start with the ones he could finish quickly.

The marinated pork chops, coated in breadcrumbs, were dropped into the already heated oil. The breadcrumbs reacted instantly with the hot oil, producing a sizzling sound.

That's the encounter between modern oils and breadcrumbs, the fried food that modern people find hardest to resist.

Artoria smelled the fried aroma wafting through the air and barely managed to resist drooling, maintaining her elegant image.

The general didn't have eyes in the back of his head, but he always felt a burning gaze that seemed to be piercing through him. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking how greedy young men these days really are. Instead of looking at the beautiful women around them, they're thinking about pork chop rice.

He steadied himself and used long chopsticks, specifically for frying, to hold the pork chops and fry them evenly, ensuring both chops were cooked through. He scooped them out shortly after they changed color; in his experience, this step was probably the best.

At the same time, he placed two pieces of pork chops into two small iron pots that had just been lit and heated simultaneously, then quickly added onions and other vegetables, poured on mirin, and then cut the pork chops into pieces about two fingers wide.

After cooking for a while, he cracked two eggs onto each pork chop.

After cooking for less than a few minutes, when the egg was still about 80% cooked, he turned off the heat, filled two large bowls with rice, and poured the pork chops from the small iron pot onto them.

Late-night pork chop rice is done.

He carried two large bowls of pork chop rice on plates and placed them gently in front of the two of them, then silently turned back to the kitchen to make beef donburi.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clicked her tongue in surprise, finally understanding why he had advised against ordering so much.

The pork chop rice here is really generous; each pork chop is almost 30 centimeters long, bigger than Artoria's face.

Therefore, the general used a large bowl to serve this large portion of pork chop rice.

While the other guests were still enjoying their late-night snacks, their attention was secretly focused on the two unfamiliar visitors, hoping to see them make a fool of themselves.

But to their surprise, the mocking smiles on their faces vanished before they could even appear, because Artoria could no longer hold back.

Without saying a word, she picked up her chopsticks and skillfully picked up the thick pork chop.

The cooked egg, about 80% done, coats the fried pork cutlet strips, which are still over ten centimeters long when sliced ​​horizontally, making them look especially tempting under the light.

However, the onlookers only saw a blur before the tempting fried food disappeared into Artoria's mouth.

Her eyes lit up, and without any hesitation, she gracefully and quickly picked up a piece of rice and put it in her mouth.

With a bite of pork chop and a mouthful of rice, Artoria devoured the food in the large bowl in front of her with almost gluttonous gusto.

Despite her swift and skillful eating, she maintained a rhythmic beauty in her movements. To others, it was simply that her eating was beautiful, only her chewing and swallowing speed was so fast that some people rubbed their eyes in disbelief, wondering if they had turned on triple speed.

In less than thirty seconds, she finished her portion.

Fujimaru Ritsuka silently pushed the large bowl in front of her over, and then Artoria nodded approvingly and quickly began to eat.

The general turned around and brought over two bowls of beef donburi, piled high with beef so much that the white rice underneath couldn't be seen. All he saw was a silent crowd and two empty bowls.

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He looked up at the clock: It seems like it was less than five minutes ago, how come I'm already finished eating? Am I out of my mind?

"Boss, your fried pork chop is so tender, and it has locked in the juices. It's not overcooked at all."

The general should have been pleased to receive the praise, but the sight before him was so extraordinary that he was somewhat dazed: "Uh, thank you?"

"You're welcome." Artoria happily accepted the beef bowl and continued eating.

Fujimaru Ritsuka silently gestured for him to place the beef bowl in front of Artoria, then continued taking orders: "What other signature dishes do you have? Give me two of each. And a few more bowls of rice."

"Oh..."

What followed became increasingly bizarre. All the regulars at the izakaya stopped eating and drinking and instead watched Artoria eat like fans.

Some people were still betting on how long Artoria would eat, and the final result was that the house won—an hour later, Artoria had consumed all the ingredients that the general had prepared for the night.

The general scraped the two empty rice cookers with a spoon, his expression full of helplessness: "I'm sorry, all the ingredients stored in our store have been used up."

The general trembled as he looked at the exotic beauty before him, who was rubbing her lower abdomen with obvious dissatisfaction.

He even subconsciously wanted to flip through the old calendar to confirm if today was the Ghost Festival.

Such an appetite is truly inexplicable; it's not like the person opposite you suddenly appeared starving to death.

Keep in mind that the ingredients he prepared were enough to feed twenty or thirty people, and after eating them, the other person's belly didn't even swell up a little.

This is like a girlfriend asking a man if he's in—a complete insult to his dignity as a chef.

Artoria patted her belly regretfully: "That should be enough."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and the general were both on the verge of losing their composure. Fujimaru, in particular, was now seriously doubting whether the pessimism caused by the poor harvest in Britain back then was due to his understanding of the king's magnanimity, which was why he was so sad.

However, this feeding was a success; at least Artoria was no longer looking at him with the predatory gaze of a superior predator.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was genuinely happy and paid the general 30 yen.

By the way, the prices at this izakaya are quite reasonable; such a large portion of pork cutlet rice only costs a little over 1,000 yen—so you can understand how much Artoria actually ate.

After pulling Artoria out the door, Fujimaru Ritsuka lazily stretched.

Today was incredibly fulfilling. First, I noticed something was off with the East City Group, then I confirmed the extent of the meme infection, went on a date with a non-human beauty, clashed with the old man from the Northwest, and finally completed the important task of feeding the hungry lion.

If there were an achievement system, I bet a "[Time Management Master]" achievement would pop up above my head.

Artoria, having eaten her fill, was now in a digestive state, leaning lazily against Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder: "Fujimaru... so what kind of agreement did you and that guy reach today?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to explain when she suddenly realized something was wrong: She couldn't very well tell him that she had made a plan to pick up girls with the person who had your LSS teacher's abilities, could she?

"And... this smell on you, I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before."

"Uh, hahaha... really? Are you sure it's not the smell of food from the izakaya? You're still not full, huh?"

"...I have a feeling that you're lying."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes darted around frantically, trying to figure out how to answer Artoria.

Intuition, what a bad civilization...

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was caught off guard, faint cries for help came from afar.

"Artoria?!"

"go!"

Artoria and he exchanged a glance, and then the two of them were swept up into the air by the wind.

Thanks to Chiba's relative backwardness compared to Tokyo, some of the streetlights in the area were broken, and there were no surveillance cameras near the streets, so they dared to fly to the rooftop without any scruples.

In a dead-end alley a few alleys away from them, a man was moving on the ground, shouting.

Before him stood a grotesque monster, crouching low like a hyena. Its eyes glowed blood-red, and a deep, guttural sound emanated from its throat.

"What the hell, how dare they harm law-abiding citizens?"

"Wait! Artoria!"

Artoria's chivalrous act of protecting the weak was stopped by Fujimaru Ritsuka. She turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a look of reproach and doubt in her eyes.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gestured towards the man crawling on the ground with her lip: "He's not exactly a model citizen."

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“You can’t have a problem with someone just because they’re wearing a hood. Don’t be like those American police officers who shoot and kill Black people all the time.”

Oh my god, who did such a strange thing and taught her such common sense about the world?

“No, it’s not because of the hood, but because of the insignia on the uniform.” Fujimaru Ritsuka said meaningfully, “This is the uniform of the Seven Deadly Sins, a terrorist organization that has been wanted for a long time. And the symbol on his body indicates that he is a senior member of the cult. The only thing I can’t figure out is that Mammon has been killed, so how come he is still in Chiba City?”

"I see... But even if he committed a crime, we don't need to just stand by and watch, do we? What if he has information on him?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't say anything, but she observed him closely and found that this man was really too cowardly.

Even with his own Eye of Karma, he could see that the magic power within him was considerable. How could he let a mere monster ruin his life?

Seeing the man struggling mercilessly in the monster's hands, he realized that the monster's combat strength was indeed not very good, and there must be some reason for it.

Then, Fujimaru Ritsuka descended upon the man like an angel, and with a single finger, she annihilated the monster beside him.

"Thank you, big shot!" The man was about to flatter him when he saw Fujimaru Ritsuka's face. "So, the boss of Chaldea..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to say yes, and then tie the guy up and send him back to the mansion.

Unexpectedly, without him even lifting a finger, the guy crawled over and hugged his leg.

"Sir, I have crucial information! I want to be a witness for the prosecution!"

160, Master, translate for me.

"Thank goodness I met you, sir! I survived only because of you! They're not human! They're a bunch of heartless beasts!" The hooded old man clung to Fujimaru Ritsuka's leg, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face twitched slightly. "Luckily, you know your limits and didn't smear anything on my pants. Otherwise, I wouldn't need anyone else to silence you; I would have killed you first."

Perhaps it was because Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze was dangerous enough that this traitor... no, this proper Japanese officer finally quieted down, cowering to the side and ceasing his antics.

Fujimaru Ritsuka cleared his throat and began interrogating the guy. He was genuinely curious because the guy's uniform gave off a suspicious vibe, making him seem like a bad person. Moreover, the abstract fox pattern on the uniform and the raven stripes on the sleeves were all too obvious, clearly indicating some unclear connection with the Seven Sins Sect.

What impressed him most was that when he reviewed case files before, he remembered that the cult of the Bymamon, which had been operating in Chiba City, liked to use this uniform for their purposes. So...

"name."

"Reita Ito."

His eyes darted around under the hood, and Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't dwell on whether what he said was true or false, and continued to ask questions.

"gender?"

"male."

"age."

"Thirty-two...Sir, may I interrupt for a moment? Actually, we're not safe right now. Could we go somewhere else first? I'm a little scared that there might be pursuers behind us." Ito Reita shrank his neck and spoke hurriedly and rapidly, without any pauses. It was truly a heartfelt admission of fear.

"No need to worry, they're already here."

"what?"

In the surrounding darkness, pairs of red eyes emerged, and they slowly walked out.