Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Now free from restraint, he scratched the itchy spot with his fingers, plucking out individual gray-black feathers.

Then came a deep, bone-chilling pain, like a bone being broken and then regenerating.

He felt his body brimming with unreleased power, but the pain ignored his strength and intensified.

"Oooooooo-"

Ito Ryouta shut his mouth because Shirahime felt the noise was too loud. With just a glance, she took control of his vocal cords, rendering him unable to move.

The outline of a middle-aged man faded from this transformed person, and mature, curvaceous figures began to emerge on Ito Reita's body.

He—or rather she—struggled painfully, but could only look at each other with her left head, comforting themselves.

"How moving! This is the great moment when mortals shed their useless shells and transform into beings of higher status. Now, I can say that I've delivered the baby for Mammon of Greed." Envy hypocritically wiped away non-existent tears.

The arrogance on the altar simply stared blankly at Ito Reita's transformation.

In their quest to break through the limits and ascend to a state beyond mortals, for immortality, power, and wisdom, the leaders of the Seven Sins devoted immense effort and countless secret experiments to developing this ritual based on the Mark of Original Sin. Was it all merely a means to cook themselves up and serve as sacrifices on the divine table?

How ridiculous, we...

"The offerings are complete, my god, my supreme lord, my eternal faith. I will now throw this fellow to the highest peak in Oceania. Next, I will set off for Mount Everest to await the coming of world change."

Jealousy opened its arms and spoke to its god in the tone of an aria.

"...Who is it?"

"what?"

Jealousy never expected that the White Princess before her would react to her actions, but the gods did indeed issue a divine decree.

"Who is this person?"

Bai Ji caught a snowflake that was still in the air with her hand.

Following the will of the superior, the snowflakes spontaneously gathered together and, according to Bai Ji's imagination, formed a lifelike snow sculpture.

He was a boy with bright, piercing eyes, holding a demon sword. Even when he was facing a formidable enemy, there was still a faint smile on his lips.

"—" Bai Ji looked at Jealousy with her crimson eyes.

Jealousy recognized who the statue depicted, but because of this, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time.

"Kuhahahahaha!" Arrogance had seen the dossier before and was deeply impressed by a certain boy who had killed a former colleague, so he could naturally see who the snowman depicted.

She burst into laughter, as if she were witnessing a comical scene where a simp was being questioned by a goddess about who a certain playboy really was.

"I never expected that even on the verge of death, I would still be able to see such interesting things. Ah, really, as long as you're alive, you can always experience new things." Arrogance, as if afraid that jealousy wouldn't understand the subtext of her mockery, loudly proclaimed as if no one else was around.

Jealousy contorted his face, but then he calmed down: "Ah, I am so jealous. My God, you actually care about such a mortal."

“He…is not an ordinary person, but someone I once knew.” Bai Ji tilted her head, waiting for her believer to answer her question.

"Ha... This one is called Fujimaru Ritsuka. He's the leader of the Chaldea organization and is always going against us. He'll definitely get in the way of Your Majesty's cause in the future. If you see him again, you should cut him down."

"Kill them? Fine. If they become disobedient, kill half of them and keep their souls as toys." Bai Ji said casually, as if she were talking about the wings of a butterfly.

Arrogance stopped laughing, and she then noticed that the thoughts of those in high positions seemed to be far removed from human perspectives.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Bai Ji nodded to the flattered and jealous man, and then her body completely dissolved, turning into a crystal-clear blood bead that floated in the air.

Jealousy carefully pulled a luxurious ebony box from her bosom and put the blood, which had congealed to resemble metal beads, into the box.

Arrogance noticed that his hand holding the box slumped down a little.

Jealousy looked at Ito Reita, who had been completely transformed, and gave her no chance. With just a slight raise of her hand, she made her obedient and sneered: "Even the arrogance that designed its own promotion ceremony has many backdoors that I can use to restrain it, let alone you, who is completely at my mercy to be shaped by greed?"

On the heads of the two crows, Ito Reitai, one could vaguely see the shadows of the humans of the past, only much softer and more alluring. Both of them simply showed a disheartened expression that they had expected.

Jealousy didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. With mixed feelings, it spoke to Pride, who was still able to speak: "I say, Pride, in the past, when I took all five of you as sacrifices, the gods didn't praise me with joy. This time, however, I received praise. What do you think is going on?"

arrogant:......

Damn it, you're an idiot. Anyone with eyes can see that your boss might be having romantic feelings for someone... Wait, would a god really fall for an ordinary person?

Arrogance fell into thought, but before he could think it through, he was interrupted by the nagging of jealousy.

She was like an old mother who noticed her rebellious daughter had fallen for a street urchin, and started nagging about how Fujimaru Ritsuka was unworthy of her god. After saying one thing, she would ask, "What do you think?" The most important thing was that this bastard seemed to be using some kind of magic, making it impossible for her not to think or listen to what she was saying.

Arrogance & Ito Reita: Stop reading! Stop reading! Guh, just kill me!

High atop the towering Denali mountain, this nagging continued for a very, very long time.

Then, Jealousy left, saying to Pride before she went, "I understand. It seems that listening to just one person's opinion is not enough. I'll settle Ito Reita in and let her speak, and hear her opinion."

Reita Ito:!

Arrogance: Well, thank you!

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"Achoo!" Fujimaru Ritsuka sneezed loudly, rubbing her nose and feeling uncomfortable.

Is that little bastard who's been mentioning your grandfather's name?

"careful!"

Without needing any prompting, Fujimaru Ritsuka parried the sneak attack from behind with the Muramasa Demon Sword held on her back, then gripped the hilt with both hands, swung the sword backhand, and decapitated the inferior apostle.

The patterns on her shrine maiden robes... are the three-light pattern representing the sun, moon, and stars. That means she's a member of the Chiba Shrine, one of the largest shrines in Chiba that worships Hokushin Myōken-no-Seishō.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave the little shrine maiden who had reminded him a friendly smile.

The little girl blushed, unable to discern the business nature beneath the handsome older brother's warm smile, and instead began to have wild thoughts.

(Oh, the young man smiled at me. He's not the domineering CEO type, but rather a warm older brother type? I guess I could pull that off. Should I go back and ask for his number...? Speaking of which, what should I name our future children?)

"Pay attention!"

Distracted, she didn't notice the insidious attacker and was about to be disemboweled when she was saved by an incredibly valiant figure.

With a swift movement of her sword, she dismembered the monster into eight pieces, then coldly uttered, "Woman, don't let your mind wander on the battlefield."

Then, without looking back, she rushed to the next battlefield.

"Uh, this guy doesn't really mean any harm—wait, why are you breathing so heavily?"

The little girl's face was flushed, and she gasped for breath, as if trying to inhale the delicate fragrance emanating from a certain girl. She covered her face and giggled foolishly.

"It's you, Big Sister! What a dashing figure! So, your fantasies about men are simply because you haven't met a woman you like! Please tell me! What's her name?!"

"Wait, don't grab my wrist! The inferior Dead Apostle under your feet is coming back to life!"

After struggling for a while, Fujimaru Ritsuka was finally able to escape, leaving behind another stronghold of monsters that were constantly being destroyed and resurrected.

"This method is not bad. If the monsters are scattered into groups of about 10, some of the weaker ones can use magic to wear them down. And the barrier, weapons, guns, and signal flares can protect them in case of accidents. It's a very good idea. The only problem is to find the stronger ones to break up this group."

While praising the response in Chiba City, Fujimaru Ritsuka began to get busy.

After cleaning up the situation at the mansion, they received a request for help from the city.

As the Chaldea organization guarding Chiba City, it was of course their duty to help. Moreover, the official requesting assistance had promised many benefits, and all they needed were strong individuals of a certain level or above.

Upon arriving here, they discovered that the situation was extremely precarious, like walking a tightrope over an abyss. However, their participation would provide an opportunity for many shrine and temple members of questionable skill levels to contribute.

Need I say more? Let's get started!

However, on the other hand, they also shoulder another important responsibility.

"You wretch, I've finally caught you! How dare you instigate monsters to attack Chiba City! In the name of Myoken Bosomsatsu, I will blast you to smithereens!"

It's the Lion's Roar of Buddhism!

Fujimaru Ritsuka slapped her forehead hard, then turned and rushed toward the source of the roar.

A muscular monk, whose physique would even put Arnold Schwarzenegger to shame, was using his heavy staff to chase down a fleeing assassin.

Wherever they went, houses collapsed, cement flew everywhere, and utility poles and lampposts fell down one after another, like trees being targeted by lumberjacks.

The mortal tried in vain to retaliate with all sorts of vicious, blood-red spiritual energy, but it was useless against those muscles that had been trained to the extreme. He was trying to find a way out, but he saw that the only way out was blocked by the muscular demon monk's companion behind him.

I'm desperate! Destroy it already, I'm tired.

A sense of sorrow welled up in the heart of the deceased disciple. He thought of the cherry blossom trees in his hometown and wondered when he could go back to see those cherry blossom trees and his beloved Sakura-chan.

I've buried her under the tree for so long, isn't she lonely?

He closed his eyes and listened to the whooshing sound of the wind breaking through the air.

clang!

Huh? Is my head that hard?

The disciple opened his eyes in surprise and saw a demonic blade blocking the heavy Zen staff on his forehead.

"! As the guardian of Chiba, you're actually a traitor?" The monk was shocked.

What? The Chiba leader is one of our own? Then why should we attack him?

The assassin realized something was wrong, but this was a golden opportunity!

At this point, how could they not try to take advantage of the chaos and sow discord?

"You've come to our aid! Lord Fujimaru, let's join forces and take down this bald monk!" Then, while stirring up the situation, they would escape.

These are the things this suicidal apostle wanted to do just before he was knocked unconscious.

"Which side are you on?" The monk had already begun to be wary of Fujimaru Ritsuka, but seeing him use the hilt of his sword to deliver a vicious blow to the dead disciple, he was completely bewildered.

“Ah, you didn’t bring any communication tools, so you didn’t know. If all these commanding Dead Apostles die, it will cause even more terrifying changes. They will gather into a huge monster, which will be more troublesome to deal with. So we still need to restrict their movements.” Fujimaru Ritsuka explained as she took out the sealing talisman and the rope inscribed with binding magic that she always carried, and tied the Dead Apostle up tightly.

Then he patted the Dead Apostle like a butcher patting pork: "Master, now it's all right. We can send it back to the Operations Department. If you don't believe me, you can send it back yourself."

“Well, since you say so, Mr. Fujimaru… I’ll still take it back first. I’ve used up all my recovery and defense items, and I need to replenish my stock.” The monk rubbed his shiny scalp and then decided to verify what Fujimaru Ritsuka had said.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't stay in one place; she simply glanced around and continued forward.

This time, it was fortunate that the enemy did not launch a large-scale attack like they did against us. Instead, considering the need to capture multiple locations to buy time for the manor, they only deployed 500 low-quality undead at several key transportation routes. The remaining thousands of monsters were divided into small teams of a hundred to harass and suppress the city center.

Therefore, the authorities were able to evacuate everyone else from the battlefield, reducing civilian casualties.

At the same time, they also have the capacity to mobilize shrines and temples in Chiba City to provide assistance.

And they should be even more thankful that, because they were suppressed for a period of time, they were unable to kill too many of the Dead Apostles who commanded the lower-level monsters.

According to the two great magicians of Chaldea's review and recap of the battle at that time, assuming that Hakuhime had not appeared, the opponent they faced next would not have been an easy one to deal with.

It would be the merging of all the life force within thousands of monsters, linked by the red mist, or rather, by the blood of the White Princess, transforming into a serpentine monster composed of the bodies of inferior Dead Apostles.