Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

At the same time, she felt a subtle sense of superiority: Haruno, this time I have seen a more real world than you have. Your adult games are really boring and do not fit my aesthetic at all.

As she removed her gas mask, a smile unconsciously crept onto her face, a smile both cold and somewhat mocking...

"She looks a bit like Lilith, with that manipulative look in her eyes..."

Yukino Yukinoshita was a little embarrassed: "What are you saying! Although I admire her a lot... I would never be a sadist like her!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin, smiling without saying a word—Aren't you going to die yet?

However, when they met, he secretly observed the two of them and sensed that their magical power and aura had subtly increased.

(Was it because of defeating monsters and gaining potential EXP? Or because of the Heroic Spirit that resonates with the source of his power? Or perhaps both?)

He hesitated, then stroked his chin: "Have you ever dreamed of interacting with heroic spirits?"

"No."

(Could it be that the trial Muramasa gave me was an extra favor? In any case, Hachiman Hikigaya, whose personality is closest to Mandecard's, can already use his Noble Phantasm. If our compatibility is close enough, we can use our Noble Phantasms. Yukino Yukinoshita might be our trump card.)

Thinking of Meltlilith, who wreaked havoc in Fate/CCC, he shuddered and could only pray that Yukino wouldn't easily lose control.

After giving Yukino Yukinoshita a brief instruction, asking her to try to understand Melt Lilith's thoughts, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at her somewhat awkward but happy expression with amusement: "Tsk, women, they say no, but their bodies are still very honest!"

Afterwards, everyone quickly changed into their new clothes and purchased backpacks and lead boxes.

There was a little incident during this time. Hikigaya, who had very little change, was cursing her scumbag father who doted on his daughter and raised his son as a freebie, while begging to borrow some money from Fujimaru Ritsuka. Fujimaru Ritsuka gave it to her without hesitation, and she didn't need to pay it back.

So what is the price?

— Taking photos in women's clothing.

After signing dozens of unequal treaties, Hachiman Hikigaya, pale-faced, clutched his new backpack. Ritsuka Fujimaru comforted him, saying, "Think of it this way: the backpack is something you'll own in the future, and taking photos in women's clothing will soon be a thing of the past. You've gained by exchanging a small dark history of the past for a new backpack for your future use; I've lost out."

"I made a profit?"

"Of course!"

Yukino Yukinoshita watched as Fujimaru Ritsuka put his arm around Hachiman's shoulder, whispering like a devil, and cold sweat broke out on her back—she had a feeling that the radiation from the material was affecting his brain. Poor Hachiman, being manipulated by Fujimaru. Ah, it's best not to interrupt.

She quickly turned her head, leaving the back of her head to the brainwashing and brainwashed duo.

27. The Little Angel's Round?

June 30th, morning.

The Demon Pillar Hunters are busy from early morning. After a busy night, Fujimaru Ritsuka wakes up, exhausted from being slashed countless times in her dreams by Senji Muramasa. She turns off the annoying alarm clock and begins to wash up.

In order to gather enough materials, hardcore gamers get up early to prepare.

He looked at his empty home, unimpressed: his family members had all had good jobs, but because of their abilities, they were relentlessly exploited for their surplus value. Even after being transferred from Osaka to Tokyo, he still couldn't return to Chiba more than a few times a week, almost the same as before.

"Ugh, how stupid, and he even looks so happy to be being given an important position. The working class, the working spirit..."

He efficiently prepared breakfast, quickly frying a pancake and adding strawberry jam and ice cream.

"Mmm~ It tastes like haggis, strawberry, and it's sweet."

After tasting the Dreamy Crepe, Fujimaru Ritsuka's spirits soared: "Great! After school today, we'll smash through the cave and then enjoy the Golden Week holiday! Yay!"

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So why am I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, the savior of Chiba Prefecture (planned), the conqueror of yakuza, now playing tennis with someone in tennis class?

Fujimaru Ritsuka fell into deep thought.

"Fujimaru, serve now!"

"Oh, okay..."

The tennis ball went back and forth, and a beautiful figure on the other side was moving about. Her fair waist, which was exposed under her T-shirt, was like a magnet, attracting the attention of most people.

The PE teacher had to clap his hands loudly: "What are you all standing there for? Play ball!"

"Okay~" came the listless responses.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a bit sore in his teeth because he was fighting two opponents at once, and they kept feeding him weird-smelling dog food (a euphemism for witnessing a fight).

Look, after this shot was missed, Hachiman Hikigaya deliberately suppressed his physical abilities, pretending to have failed to make the save. Then that angelic little cutie went over to comfort him with concern, repeatedly apologizing for not catching the ball properly.

Hikigaya Hachiman was laughing so hard—unfortunately, the person opposite him was a man.

The two played with increasing synergy, almost like they were helping each other out, scoring points one after another—unfortunately, their opponent was a man.

A high-five? Hachiman Hikigaya, please don't smell the hand, it's a guy's hand!

"Let's stop fighting! Let's rest for a while!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was exhausted and surrendered.

"Then I'll go get some water for Hikigaya and Fujimaru!" The little angel Totsuka Saika looked up, her eyes as gentle and moist as a Chihuahua's.

After he finished speaking, he cutely clenched his fist and jogged over to the vending machine. Instantly, all the boys in the tennis class turned their attention to him.

Hachiman Hikigaya chuckled, "Thanks to Fujimaru for transferring here, there's one more person in PE class, otherwise I might not have been able to team up with Aya."

Fujimaru Ritsuka slapped her face hard: "You should be glad that PE class is separate for boys and girls, otherwise the girls in the class would have given you the nickname 'disgusting slug' behind your back."

"Is my smile weird? Besides, Xiao Cai is a boy!"

“Isn’t that even more perverted?” Fujimaru Ritsuka mimicked Miura Yumiko’s tone perfectly. “Ah, that Hachiman Hikigaya is really disgusting.”

Hachiman Hikigaya scoffed: "That arrogant high school girl, what does she know, Ayaka? The point is, yesterday was too exciting. What's so interesting about women? Watching Ayaka is much more therapeutic."

"Forget it, you might not even agree if someone directly challenges you, okay?"

When the topic came up, Hachiman Hikigaya hesitated for a moment. He sat down and asked seriously, "Fujimaru, after you awakened your power, did you ever feel... that you were no longer just yourself?"

His pupils were slightly unfocused, and his gaze was unfocused: "I always felt that I was more than just Hachiman Hikigaya. When I dreamt of Mandecardo's life, I was almost completely immersed in it, experiencing the joy and pain of that guy in his life, the loss and sorrow in his final moments, and... his love for Dolores."

“It was so beautiful that I thank her from the bottom of my heart.” Hachiman Hikigaya was a little at a loss for words. He fiddled with his fingers haphazardly and sighed, “I feel like I’ve lived three lives. The first two were pitifully short, but incredibly wonderful. And this time, I’ve also come to understand a lot of things. The youthful infatuation I once had has quickly faded away, becoming utterly ethereal.”

How do you view the past of the heroic spirit within you?

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Hikigaya Hachiman, who lowered his head, looking somewhat dejected.

The conversation that took place between the fighting and the battle with Senji Muramasa last night flashed through Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind:

"When do you think I'll be able to use my Noble Phantasm? Don't be ridiculous! To maintain this intensity of dream battles, you'll need to train for quite a while! The chance of me using my trump card is only 40%!"

"Your companion was able to use it in just one month? And quite easily at that? That's impossible. No matter how compatible you are, it's still a Noble Phantasm."

"Noble Phantasms signify the sublimation of a Heroic Spirit's deeds and are the most magnificent epic chapters."

"Even if one could master it in a month... the actual use of it would inevitably be overwhelming."

"Interference with memories? The longer and stronger you master the power, the more deeply you will be affected. The closer the compatibility, the more so."

"Finished asking? Let's continue the fight! Heh! Trying to ambush me again!"

(So, Hachiman, you see Mandecard as yourself and can use your Noble Phantasm with ease...when exactly did you start doing this?)

Fujimaru Ritsuka buried her doubts deep in her heart, carefully choosing her words: "To me, a Heroic Spirit is a Heroic Spirit, and I am me. Even if we are similar, the relationship is more distant than that between a past life and this life. Even if the memories are the same, the environment in which we grew up and the way we see things are different."

Even the memory of saving the world at Chaldea?

"Of course!" Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to herself: You guys probably really think those things are from my past life... It's okay, bro!

Hachiman Hikigaya rubbed his face, stood up, took the drink that Saika Totsuka tossed him, and handed Ritsuka Fujimaru a bottle of iced coffee: "Maybe you're right. Keep it this way, my friend. Don't follow my example."

He left behind a meaningful remark, then smiled and moved closer to Totsuka Saika.

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened the can, took a sip, and enjoyed a very pure Max iced coffee.

He watched the charismatic Totsuka Saika and Hikigaya Hachiman begin practicing tennis, lost in thought.

Then he laughed: "Hey, who cares about all that? Let's just blow up the cave first. Just go for it! We'll dig out Hachiman's little secrets later. Anyway, I have photos of him in women's clothing; if he doesn't tell me, I'll send them to his sister, Komachi!"

"Oh no! I twisted my back!"

"Are you alright, Hachiman? Let me help you to the infirmary!"

Tsk tsk, young man, you're already losing your waist strength so quickly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka flattened the can and neatly tossed it into the trash can.

28. Yui Yuigahama wants an adventure.

The guy who was supposed to be staying home ended up in the infirmary... Well, from now on we'll just have to keep a close eye on Fujimaru.

Yui Yuigahama pouted, holding the ballpoint pen between her upper lip and glancing at Ritsuka Fujimaru every now and then.

Her actions, which she thought were discreet, were completely exposed to the teacher, just like an ostrich burying its head in a pit and wagging its fat rear end.

However, ever since she displayed her prowess in class yesterday, repeatedly pental-killing the teacher, all the teachers have turned a blind eye to her.

Since they didn't sleep in my class anyway, and I couldn't get away with asking them difficult questions, I'll just let it go.

The teachers were quite good at comforting themselves. In Soubu High School, a high school that prepares students for higher education, there were quite a few students with good grades and quirks. Since Yui Yuigahama had proven that she was a "genius," she would naturally receive the treatment of a "genius."

—But if your exam scores don't improve, the teachers will show you what cruelty is!

Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't blind either; he also felt the burning gazes coming from the side and began to sigh inwardly.

Tuanzi, you're supposed to be seemingly naive but actually very clever. Aren't you afraid of rumors starting? Look at the girls behind you, they're all gossiping about you.

It would be good if you quickly won over your classmates after becoming a transfer student, but don't turn into a scumbag toying with a devoted girl! Your eyes look a bit mournful! Stop!

Perhaps hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka's inner cry, or the whispers of her classmates behind her, Yui Yuigahama finally realized something was wrong and quickly looked away.

But the way her face turned red from her neck to her earlobes was hard not to make one's imagination run wild.

Fujimaru Ritsuka has already drafted titles, like "Conquered in Three Days! Yui-chan is So Easy to Handle!" and "The Transfer Student's Blitzkrieg! Yui-chan Wants Me to Confess!" Hmm, something about these titles feels familiar...

The school bell rang, and Fujimaru Ritsuka packed her things and headed out to the cafeteria.

Yui Yuigahama quietly stood up, preparing to follow.

"Yui? Why aren't you eating in the classroom today?" Miura Yumiko asked, twirling a strand of her hair with her hand, her tone slightly teasing.

(Oh no... this is troublesome! If I say I'm going to find Fujimaru, then what about our whispered conversation? But if I say I'm going to find Yuki, then Yumiko will definitely be angry, and she really dislikes Yuki.)