Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Hey? How do you command them when they're disobedient?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka chuckled sinisterly: "I don't need them to obey, I just need them to fight the monsters that come. So, are there any really bad and disobedient kids?"

Abigail swallowed hard, but felt a subtle sense of guilt for having done something wrong: "Yes, there are. Moon Beasts, Byakki, and the like still exist in the Dreamland."

"That's good! When they attack, just release those weirdos. I'll ask Ms. Lisa to add an anti-air spell to prevent them from escaping through the air."

"Then, I'll listen to the commander." The little guy imagined the scene, clenched his little fist excitedly, and his face turned red.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a priestess who serves an outer god; I'm just a little afraid she might become pleased.

He coughed and said seriously, "Abby, you see, this is what happens to bad kids. So our Abby should remember this lesson and never be a bad kid, or you'll be punished too."

"I-I understand." Abigail shrank back and slipped outside to do her experiment.

Artoria witnessed the whole thing and felt as if she had seen a bad parent deceiving a child; her eyes were filled with condemnation.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka was always indifferent; having brought in a new force of support, he was whistling with satisfaction.

As for tricking people into dying? How can that be called tricking? That's forcing monsters to their deaths. Anyway, if anyone dies, it's one less menace, a win-win situation!

Humming a little tune, Fujimaru Ritsuka sat down and then took out a knife and began to carefully sharpen it.

After his last great battle with the goddess Rungomminiad, his fully upgraded [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] was completely ruined. Since the cathedral didn't ask him for it back, he pretended not to know.

The other weapon, [Twilight Muramasa], was also rendered useless.

Without a suitable weapon, he gritted his teeth and recycled the two scraps together, casually licked some stuff, and then combined them into a new knife.

After doing that, Senko Muramasa's gaze lingered in his mind, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him, finally culminating in the words, "You're so thrifty..."

That's right. He fought to the death and even ruined his sword, but instead of comforting him, his master was agonizing over why he had been so diligent.

To be honest, recycling the slag from the two knives is indeed a bit too economical with materials. In fact, it's safe to say that if it weren't for the superb skills passed down from Senji Village, it would be highly unlikely that such a thing could be done.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt no interest in the materials piled up in the Chaldea warehouse. He preferred to give these things to Lisa Lisa and Kaiki Deishuu to study the unclaimed spirit origins.

The reason, without going into too much detail, is that the [Crown Crystal], which housed the incomplete powers and status of the Great Red Dragon, was obtained from Artoria. Just as a gluttonous old man wouldn't bother with an unripe apple when faced with a sumptuous feast, he's not Hisoka.

Even though he currently has no idea how to work with that precious material that surpasses even the Holy Grail in terms of forging, he feels that he is becoming more and more familiar with it, and it is only a matter of time before he understands it.

He only needs a trigger to forge the treasured sword he desires with that crystal, and he is confident that he will surpass his master craftsman in some respects.

"Let's use this as a temporary measure until then." Fujimaru Ritsuka hummed a little tune as she sharpened the blade in her hand with a whetstone, and the blade seemed to have a spirit of its own, making a soft, resounding hum in frustration.

"I know, I know, you're not a substitute, [Red Dragon Cutter Muramasa]. Good boy, this time you'll get your fill." The sword gradually quieted down, its sharp chill spreading unchecked, even Artoria, feeling a little uncomfortable, sat far away to the side.

At that moment, the conference room door opened again. Kasumigaoka Utaha and Yuigahama Yui walked in wearily.

"How is it? What's the situation?"

“The surrounding area has been cleared. Fortunately, our mansion is located some distance from residential areas.” Kasumigaoka Utaha looked a little tired and exhausted. “But you’re right. When we went to investigate, there really were people nearby who wouldn’t leave no matter how hard we tried to get rid of them.”

"Huh? Have they gotten close to our manor area?"

"It's precisely because they don't have any that it's so troublesome. A bunch of busy, irresponsible people, they don't go anywhere during their school or work days, they just come to the beach to have fun, and we can't persuade them to leave. Even when we sent members of the enforcement team with their IDs, we still couldn't get rid of them."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, embracing her lewd chest, splattered venom: "Others, upon hearing that a fugitive is approaching, will leave in the direction we indicate. These two scoundrels, outwardly agree, but secretly pull out live-streaming equipment, even wanting to broadcast the fugitive's pursuit on YouTube. They're posing and risking their lives just to become internet celebrities. No wonder so many cases are exposed because some reckless individuals went to dangerous areas."

"Ha, this is considered popular. It's just using the sensational to show off. In a few years, it will probably be even more chaotic, with a bunch of internet celebrities using the gimmick of ugliness emerging one after another. There will even be people live-streaming themselves eating excrement."

The topic was so suggestive that the two real high school girls felt quite uncomfortable. Even Yui Yuigahama, whose face practically screamed "Praise me! It's all thanks to my Mystic Eyes," gave in.

"Killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own," Fujimaru Ritsuka thought of those bizarre scenes and tried hard to put them out of her mind: "By the way, since you mentioned pointing out the route... have you found any trace of the enemy?"

"Of course. Although it wasn't my magic. I contacted the Transportation Agency and directly accessed recent surveillance footage. There was a long convoy heading in our direction from Chiba. They were intercepted before, but they quickly broke through."

Yui Yuigahama also recalled the video she had seen earlier, echoing Kasumigaoka Utaha: "That's right, that's right. Those monsters in the video were so powerful. I saw that they only needed to gather a few hundred of them to break through the formation of the superhumans blocking the edge of the city. If they hadn't been in such a hurry to leave, it would have only been a matter of time before they wiped out the combination of the five priests and the Onmyoji."

"Is the video recording saved? Show it to those about to go to the front lines immediately to assess the enemy's strength." He frowned slightly, hearing a commotion coming from the mansion's main entrance. "What's going on?"

“It can’t be a monster; it’s at least 30 minutes away from arriving nearby.” Kasumigaoka Utaha helped Fujimaru Ritsuka rule out the worst-case scenario.

"Let's go take a look."

Apart from Artoria, who was sitting quietly and accumulating magic power, the others in the conference room followed her to the front door.

At the entrance stood several Tojo Clan members, their necks red with anger, shouting. Among them was Yudai Sohara, who had once guided Yukino Yukinoshita. Their hands, feet, and necks were firmly bound by chains formed from spiritual light.

Itohime held back his men, preventing them from going over. At that moment, he saw Fujimaru Ritsuka and bowed respectfully: "Lord Fujimaru, you've arrived."

"Hmm." Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Sohara Yudai and the others who had shut their mouths.

He noticed that the awe he once felt towards him seemed to have briefly awakened the minds of the bound East City members, but before long, their eyes were reddened again.

"Fujimaru-sama! We came to the manor at your behest, why are you restraining us? Even if we are just insignificant Yazaku, should we be oppressed like this?!" Sohara Yudai's slick nature seemed to be at work as he sneered at the few people standing to the side, trying to sow discord. "You people, haven't you noticed? They're just treating us like dogs they can summon and dismiss at will!"

Yoshima Goto remained unfazed, while his underlings, though showing slight resentment, obediently stood still.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips curled into a wide smile as she clicked her tongue. "Oh my, isn't this Sohara Yudai? You've become so aggressive in just a few days? Or are you hiding something?"

Yuta Sohara wanted to shout something, but for no apparent reason, he stopped moving, like a frog being stared at on the back by a snake, standing frozen in place.

He saw his own reflection in the golden mirror, where all his past grievances and regrets, his past love and hatred, were reflected and revolved around him endlessly.

Crimson lines continuously wrapped around his entire body, revealing only his face. His limbs were suspended by something like puppet threads, the other ends of which disappeared into the void.

"Isn't this chain of yours even cuter? Did those little cuties give it to you? A Dead Apostle? Do you know that you'll soon become a ghoul-like inferior Dead Apostle?"

"Impossible! I was promised that I would become a Dead Apostle with sentience!" Yudai Sohara's mind was completely destroyed by what was reflected in the Eye of Karma. He had no time to consider whether his words would bring Yuuma Goto and the others back to their senses, because he no longer had time to think about such things.

"Clearly... even the young master can move around freely! That's why quite a few of the team leaders agreed to the promise!" He then revealed an even more shocking fact.

Yuma Itohori's limbs trembled, and he really wanted to cover his ears and pretend he hadn't heard anything.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, on the other hand, was quite satisfied: "I see. No wonder I saw something strange about you guys in the Tojo Clan, but you didn't show any signs of losing control. Is it not just that you're like that by nature, but also because you're being controlled by the Dead Apostles? But you've been fooled."

As if he still felt that Zeng Yuanxiong wasn't devastated enough, he said softly, "The young master you met may have long been a worthless Dead Apostle in human form. Having lost his mind, he can only replicate his former state by being manipulated by others. How pitiful, he has been skinned, dismembered, and eaten, yet he still thinks he is still alive."

Zeng Yuanxiong stared blankly: "So, I'm dead?"

"Very likely."

With Fujimaru Ritsuka's irresponsible remark, Sohara Yudai turned around stiffly: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I be dead?"

However, although his face still managed to maintain a human appearance, his eyeballs had completely detached from their sockets, with only bloodless nerves holding them up.

"How pitiful."

"Lord Fujimaru, could it be that everyone here is..." Itohori Yuuma clenched his fists and looked at a young man who was also being controlled.

That was his good brother and his good subordinate, who had followed him from the first day he joined the team. And afterwards, he never abandoned him and fought alongside him. Even when he was promoted faster within the team, that man never complained.

"It's true that they can't be saved. My condolences." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the thick causal line between the two, patted Itohori Yuuma's shoulder sympathetically, and then snapped her fingers.

The light chain contracted, sealing everyone's ears, mouth, nose, and other facial features, and then dragged them down.

"Are you scared? Shocked? We're about to face monsters just like them."

"Lord Fujimaru, are they the ones who turned these people, and the higher-ups in the group, into such ugly forms?"

"Yes."

Wu Hu Yuzhen didn't say anything, but stood at attention with the remaining Yazaku and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your kindness, sir, that you allow us to do our part for the death of our enemy."

"Not dead yet, but soon. Now, follow us to collect your weapons. I have only one request: kill on sight!"

"Hi!"

The Yazaku members of the East City Group were completely fired up, and they ran off with the execution team members to get the weapons.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was slightly pleased: "The morale of the army is high! I didn't expect this kind of operation after the traitor was exposed."

However, we need to be careful now. A cunning old fox like the leader of the East City Group will definitely not rashly join the battle, but it's hard to say that the mastermind behind the scenes won't further increase their fighting strength.

So I need to think of a solution myself.

Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka decisively took out her phone and quickly reported the incident to the police.

Are you kidding me? At this point, you're not even trying to report it to the police?

Even if one or two superhumans were freed up, a decapitation strike could be used to control the leader and high-ranking members of the East City Group, or even detain them all at the municipal government, which would solve the problem.

Before any major incidents occur, well-connected and influential yakuza organizations are like dogs, able to eat well by relying on their powerful backers. But in the current emergency, yakuza organizations are like toilet paper—used and wiped clean as needed, flushed away when they get dirty.

Although the situation in the city was becoming increasingly dire, they still gave Fujimaru Ritsuka a satisfactory answer. Highly mobile superhumans quickly went to handle the situation.

They were well aware that Fujimaru Ritsuka's side was likely the main target. Although they couldn't leave Chiba City without permission for the sake of stability, sending one or two people to deal with the Tojo Clan was still manageable. This might be the straw that broke the camel's back.

"The situation with the East City Group is temporarily settled. Now it's time for our battle to begin. Shiyu, do you still have the strength?"

"Hmm... I'll use my familiar to investigate now."

Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled out several familiars resembling paper shikigami from her bosom and tossed them into the air.

The paper figures spontaneously folded up and transformed into paper cranes, which flew off into the distance to explore.

This method was actually obtained from Lisa and her group. As sales tycoons of potions and items, they had a lot of good stuff on hand, and this method, which could effectively fill the team's scouting radius, naturally fell into the hands of Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was a Caster.

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her eyes, and the familiar that had gone with the wind began to truthfully report the scene around the mansion to her.

If the area where the mansion is located were drawn as a game map, then the roads leading to the mansion would be covered with countless red dots, like army ants in nature, tiny individuals transforming into a devastating natural disaster.

"2KM, the nearest vehicle is only two kilometers away from us."

Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her eyes and warned Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Hmm... then let's come back. Using the mansion as our base, let's close the gates and offer peanuts to the jackals who have come from afar."

Not far from the mansion, in the convoy, silent humans were piled up in the tall cargo boxes.

They were completely pale and showed no discomfort in the crowded environment, remaining as quiet as corpses.

"One cargo box can hold so many weapons!" The man driving the vehicle spoke to his teammates on the radio, only to be met with shouts of rebuke.

"Still acting all nonchalant? That mansion is less than 2km away from here. Watch out or you'll get your head smashed in."

"Hmph...making a fuss over nothing. We're practically immortal, so even if we get our heads blown off..."

boom!

Like a rotten watermelon, flesh, bones, and thick, blackened brain matter splattered into the driver's cab.

The only surprising thing is that this guy still has a jawbone.

Moreover, he did not die from losing his head; he struggled to stretch his tongue, trying to vibrate his vocal cords to alert his teammates.

Unfortunately, speaking requires more than just vocal cords; it also requires a certain degree of resonance. Therefore, his indistinct voice was not as effective as the sharp whistling of a sniper bullet cutting through the air in alerting the Death Pirates.