Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"She might even make use of the corpses of those completely defeated, inferior apostles. But because Artoria acted so quickly, she evaporated the remaining life force impurities, which instead revealed the true nature of Shirahime's blood. Combined with certain circumstances, she manifested."

When she said those words, Fujimaru Ritsuka was being stared at intently by everyone.

Even someone as thick-skinned as him felt a sharp pain.

Stop looking, we're really not familiar with each other this time! Seriously!

Putting Fujimaru Ritsuka's predicament aside for the moment, the important thing was that after reaching this conclusion, they rushed to Chiba City.

They were afraid they were too late. A giant serpent monster made of human bodies crawled all over the central building of Chiba City and slowly spoke to them: "You will never understand my pain!"

Ugh, that's too much of a mishmash.

To be precise, it was to prevent the giant monster from causing even greater casualties and making it impossible to completely conceal the supernatural phenomenon.

...Although it doesn't seem like it can be hidden now.

Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted her head and glanced at a window on a high-rise building. The girl inside not only didn't lower the camera, but also foolishly and boldly waved her hand.

"The second condition is that there's a silly girl recording videos on the 8th floor of that Inaba Building next to the city government."

"Roger that!"

He reluctantly lowered his hand from the earring, his mood improving. "You're filming, huh? I'll have someone take care of you right now, and even wash your brain off the videotape!"

Of course, Fujimaru Ritsuka understood perfectly well that there were only a few fools who would expose themselves like this, and many more people with ulterior motives would definitely leave evidence in secret, so the supernatural event could not be kept secret.

Rather, it's quite remarkable that in an environment where monstrous places frequently appear and bizarre incidents occur from time to time, people can successfully deceive others. This thing isn't like those so-called "happy education" scams, where people easily fall into a trap and can't get out.

This concerns one's life and death, so it's never too much to be concerned and sensitive about it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka ran quickly, her voice filled with sighs.

On the way, he casually scattered a poorly organized group of Death Apostles who still maintained a strength of one hundred men. Under the admiring gazes of a group of witches and monks, he divided the battlefield and skillfully had them deal with these monsters in batches.

Watching their excited actions, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a little sorry for the young ladies and gentlemen. You still think it's great to repeatedly cut down the monsters that were previously difficult to deal with? In ten minutes or so, you'll be throwing up.

Judging from the spiritual energy they exude, each of these creatures would need to be killed at least dozens of times to be completely eliminated.

One person is responsible for ten, which means hundreds of killings. I hope you won't develop psychological trauma from working with machinery.

He stopped talking, nodded to them, and walked away.

The young women and men behind them were desperately fighting off the monster while shouting to each other across the distance:

"Wow, so cool! When will I be able to be this strong?"

"Hehe, little brother, don't overthink it. He's a powerful figure who can suppress the entire Chiba City."

"Hmph! How could a sparrow know the ambition of an eagle? One day I will be just as ambitious!"

Following the wind, Fujimaru Ritsuka still heard the faint conversation and couldn't help but smile smugly. However, she didn't stop walking and kept rushing forward until she stopped near a bridge that spans Chiba and Tokyo.

Ahead, a dense swarm of monsters, under orders, were irritably scratching at the floor with their claws.

"They're here. These guys are blocking the bridge. We need to find a way to get rid of them quickly." Hiratsuka Shizuka threw away her cigarette butt and walked towards Fujimaru Ritsuka, surrounded by a group of people.

"Wow, Xiaojing's gotten so sophisticated in just a few days?"

"Stop talking! These are all people who have learned magic tricks from the church. We need to clear the area."

Hiratsuka Shizuka raised her little fist and waved it vigorously, but Fujimaru Ritsuka could tell at a glance that she was a little shy.

Baptismal chants are, after all, a form of magic used exclusively by the church in the Type-Moon universe. Those who can use baptismal chants generally have some affinity for Christianity, and naturally treat this girl, who is said to possess the power of Saint Martha, with great respect.

But Shizuka Hiratsuka had no choice. The reason her identity was revealed by her own traitorous student, Hachiman Hikigaya, was because of the baptismal chant.

While the Baptismal Chant doesn't have the near-instant kill effect of the Type-Moon versions, it still possesses considerable special attack power against monsters. Therefore, they all believe that using a coordinated group Baptismal Chant might be a way to counter them.

"There are... 500 to 800 of them on the other side. Are you sure you can handle them?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the small figures of the people behind Hiratsuka Shizuka and hesitated a little.

However, Hiratsuka Shizuka was prepared and pulled out a bunch of... black keys?

"This is a church..."

"Don't explain, I understand. The church's weapons of heresy and baptismal chants complement each other, maximizing their purifying power. But why give them to me?"

"Hmph, this is a technology they came up with. We can use the black key to remotely cast baptismal chants, but the price is that you have to charge into the enemy ranks."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged; it didn't bother him. What he was worried about was that these guys would get swarmed and beaten senseless, making the baptismal chant pointless.

"I never thought I'd have the chance to cosplay as Mapo Tofu. So, let's go! (trembling voice)!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pinched the six black keys between her fingers and charged into the enemy ranks.

Hiratsuka Shizuka wasn't worried about this guy at all. She had tried charging into the fray before and found it wasn't too difficult. Fujimaru Ritsuka's skill level was no worse than hers. If it weren't for the fact that killing these guys with her fists would take too much time and be too dangerous, she could have easily defeated them herself.

Now is the time for prayer.

"Our company kills, our company lives; our company wounds, our company heals."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who never threw out any black keys and used them like extended fist blades, summoned light among the inferior Dead Apostles.

"Nothing can be surpassed by my palm, nothing can escape my gaze."

Holy flames descended, scattering light and encircling Fujimaru Ritsuka and the monsters like a cage.

"The crippled and the aged, I will recall them all."

"Entrust to me, learn from me, follow me."

Like a sacred hymn descending from the heavens, it resounded throughout the entire battlefield. Amidst the endless flow of light, the monsters' forms repeatedly collapsed and regenerated.

"In moments of rest, we do not forget to sing, we do not forget to pray, we do not forget ourselves."

"With my lightness, I can unload all burdens."

"Rest in my hands, for your sins I have anointed you and branded you with my mark."

"Eternal life is given by death."

"Forgiveness is in the present moment, and I swear by my flesh."

"Lord, look upon this soul with mercy (Kyrie elesion)."

Countless rays of light, carrying the monsters' bodies and souls, transformed into streams of light that soared into the sky, dispelling the dark clouds.

On this day, people witnessed a miracle once again.

175. With the prerequisite technologies activated, it's time to unlock a new technology tree.

Fujimaru Ritsuka still remembers that less than three months ago, during Golden Week, they had witnessed the official whitewashing tactics firsthand.

The news report about the natural gas pipeline explosion on TV was truly frightening; even those of them who had experienced it firsthand thought it was incredibly real.

But now, it's hard to keep it a secret any longer.

He stood there, at the entrance to the highway, watching the magnificent beam of light rise from the sky.

In the distance, dazzling stars also descend from the sky.

That must mean Artoria used her Holy Lance once again.

In the city center near the port, a huge divine image seemed to flash by, resembling either the Fudo Myoo of Tantric Buddhism or a demon-slaying deity from Tianjin.

So the local forces aren't so useless after all? They can still unite and unleash a grand ritual-level spell. Their strength shouldn't be underestimated.

Fujimaru Ritsuka commented on the commotion at the port, nodding in approval: "Not bad, it's something they can do if they want to."

Although he later learned that the result of that battle was the combined effort of almost all the non-awakened beings in Chiba, the materials and energy consumed caused local shrines, temples, and Onmyoji families to be bedridden for three days—both out of concern for the losses and because they had simply used up too much magic power.

Back then, he would have laughed and scolded them for putting on a brave face, but now he is truly amazed by the combined efforts of these extraordinary predecessors.

Hiratsuka Shizuka happened to walk over at that moment and was speechless upon hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka's words. She glanced back at the magicians who could be called believers, who were leaning precariously and covering their ears as if they hadn't heard anything.

What is humiliation?

It's something you do by expending tremendous effort, exhausting your mind and soul, and almost pushing yourself to the point of vomiting blood, that some people see as something like, "Wow, you can do that too? Well done!"

The person who fell began to regret that his superhuman physical enhancement level was too high, to the point that he could clearly hear the conversations of people hundreds of meters away.

Let's just lie down... Wait, we can find a way to acknowledge a leader!

The saying goes, "If you can't beat them, join them." Isn't there a Christian saint here? How can we ignore them?

Unaware of her surroundings, Hiratsuka Shizuka was seen as a lifeline by those studying church magic. Completely oblivious, she was simply chatting with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was still using her Eye of Karma at that moment, and she saw Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly appear above her head and connect with the group of people lying there.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: ....

The magicians lying down:

This is such a novel thing, it's the first time I've ever seen anything like it. Oh well, I won't bother with them anymore.

It's good to force the teacher to hone her skills in the traditional arts, rather than letting her think about practicing martial arts all day. Teacher, these are your strengths; you don't need to practice them. What you need to make up for are your weaknesses.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked away and spoke quietly to Hiratsuka, "In this situation, teacher, I don't think you'll still be thinking about teaching quietly, right?"

“Teaching is a profession, but isn’t fighting monsters in your spare time a hobby?” Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed a little insincere, but her resistance was obvious.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked her up and down, full of doubt: "Weren't you just charging into battle with an excited expression? Weren't you throwing heavy punches and enjoying yourself immensely?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt uncomfortable under his gaze and shook her head vigorously: "No, although protecting civilians might be a good profession for you in the future, I'm not suited for it."

"Is it because you're worried that if you pursue this career, you'll encounter difficulties in finding a partner again?" Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed Hiratsuka Shizuka's hesitation and struck at her weakness, delivering a fatal blow.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stiffened: "N-How could I think that way! Anyway, it's time for me to go back. I took the day off today."

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched her slip away quickly without stopping her. Surprisingly, those who had planned to curry favor with her did not stand up desperately at this moment.

Why?

Aside from physical exhaustion, they understood that Hiratsuka Shizuka would soon come to terms with reality.

Hiratsuka Shizuka circled around for a while before finally finding her beloved car. Looking at the dents and scratches on it, she felt a pang of heartache: "Damn these guys, they still managed to damage my car? I guess I didn't get enough of them earlier!"

But anyway, let's drive home first.

She got into the car and picked up her phone.

Huh? How come there are so many missed calls?