Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Of course there are.

Unlike vampires, in the Type-Moon universe, Dead Apostles can be transformed by magicians who have performed similar rituals.

If the elderly in America are already impatient for other results, but someone is eagerly offering them a method that could make them young again, they would most likely be tempted.

Fujimaru Ritsuka bitterly voiced her conjecture.

"...So, I think it's understandable that the United States suddenly stopped adhering to the consensus that most countries used to uphold and allowed the Chiba incident to be exposed."

Yang sighed and added to what Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't said: "Besides, the reason why Japan is also slow to react may be because some people in the United States are forced to do so under their influence."

The two looked at each other and sighed in unison, feeling that this was very likely the truth.

While Japan may be generally unreliable, it spares no effort in concealing accidents, and can even be described as having a wide variety of tricks up its sleeve.

If those old men aren't willing to do it, this kind of thing can at least be covered up for a few more months.

But if they're not even banning it anymore, then there must be something fishy going on.

"But... I remember you said that two big thugs were ready to back down?"

Yang Nai looked distressed and hesitated, "To be honest, I'm a little unsure. But don't you think there's something strange about the situation in China?"

With mixed feelings, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't really want to pay attention to that similar yet different country from her previous life—when she was young, she was busy studying and training and had no money; now that she had money and ability, she was involved in all sorts of strange events. But she was still startled when she heard Haruno's words.

Although he was indignant about certain phenomena before he came to this world, he knew that the Celestial Empire in this world had many similarities with his former homeland—for example, disaster relief, and maintaining overall stability amidst complex interactions.

You can understand why the old guys in America are still so stubborn despite their age, but what about the similar things happening in China?

"So what's so strange about it?"

Yang Nai solemnly analyzed: "Since the beginning of the new century, the United States and that ancient Eastern country have always been in a state of both enmity and friendship, right? When the United States announces that it is going to carry out some tactical or even strategic development, China will directly follow suit, and will often realize the boasts that the United States makes in order to get funding."

"But look at it now, the United States is not involved in anything, and is instead carrying out its own ulterior motives, while China is not reacting at all. Don't you find that strange?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka roughly understood what she meant: "It's clearly a time to deepen influence over other countries, yet China has discarded this opportunity like trash, and those who don't understand the situation can only see a ridiculous state... It's really not like that rabbit that seizes every opportunity to secretly sow discord with the United States."

The two exchanged a glance, which gave them some confidence in their guess.

This vast blue planet cannot accommodate a second leader.

Two rivals who are constantly at odds with each other have suddenly stopped, they must both have plans.

"You know the Special Affairs Bureau... Well, it's best not to tell the people in the Special Affairs Bureau. I always feel like there are too many moles among them."

Yang nodded in deep agreement.

The Special Affairs Bureau was also established with the support of the Japanese government.

Although the culture of going it alone and the subservience of superiors can be considered part of Japan's traditional culture.

But they don't need a reckless time bomb. What they need now is a force that can discuss things properly with them and stand together with them through thick and thin.

"The Shinsengumi? No, they're not good enough. Frankly, even if Japan were united, they couldn't possibly defy the two most powerful nations on Earth." Yang took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote something down, summarizing the situation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath and began analyzing the situation with Haruno.

You can only carry as much as your shoulders can support.

On one hand, they need to keep an eye on Bai Ji to make sure she doesn't cause any more trouble. On the other hand, they need to find trustworthy allies who can stand with them in the worst-case scenario to maintain the situation and control their own territory.

After much thought, it seems there's only one faction left to choose from.

"Your main area of ​​influence is the Osaka metropolitan area, and your headquarters are in the Kansai Jujutsu Association in Kyoto?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, slightly flustered.

Yang is the same.

The Special Affairs Bureau represents the official will of Japan, and its power and influence are arguably the greatest. However, it has never played a significant role in the Osaka metropolitan area.

Just like Fukuoka. The entire Hokkaido area, including Fukuoka, relies solely on this Fukuoka branch to maintain order and crack down on paranormal events.

That's because the local Onmyoji families, or the forces of Shinto and Buddhism, had long ago taken control of the areas that the Special Affairs Bureau had been unable to reach.

The organization that secretly instructed them to do this and supported them was the Kansai Spellcasting Association.

Simply put, although the Kansai Spellcasting Association is a loose, unorganized civilian alliance, it has in fact interfered with the Special Affairs Bureau's operations. The Special Affairs Bureau is short-handed because the officials in the Diet have received political donations, and also because the Kansai Spellcasting Association's combined forces have maintained a good presence in the region.

Only Japan, a country that once had local daimyo autonomy and a shogunate at the center, could accept this situation.

However, this also led to an embarrassing situation—although Chaldea exercises self-governance over Chiba City like members of the Kansai Spellcasting Association, it is actually affiliated with the Special Affairs Bureau.

Moreover, they are, in a sense, nouveau riche. Compared to the guys in the Kansai Spell Association who all claim to have a lineage of over 500 years, do they really have anything in common?

They looked at each other, desperately trying to think of another way, but to little avail.

"Ugh, this is so annoying! If something happens now, we can still form an alliance with other willing organizations through the Reform Council..."

"To be a traitor, or not to be a traitor..."

As the sun set, the two leaders of Chaldea sat facing each other in the gradually darkening hall, muttering to themselves, their voices echoing in the spacious hall.

Abby listened, completely bewildered, to the two of them chattering on and on. She had initially planned to sweet-talk Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the bizarre situation before her made her unable to resist any longer. A wicked thought crossed her mind, and she decided...

I took out my earphones, put them in my ears, and huddled at the far end of the sofa to watch the video.

Only when you neither see nor hear can you find peace.

When Artoria, Yukino, Yui, and Utaha returned triumphantly from the training ground littered with corpses, wiping away their sweat and chatting, they were met with a scene resembling a cult ritual.

Abi, curled up to one side and fast asleep, was like a lamb they were preparing to sacrifice.

A tremendous mental shock hit her, and Artoria couldn't help but wonder if someone had erased her timeline.

Why did our boss and logistics officer suddenly go crazy?

The veteran members of Chaldea were more experienced. Yukino skillfully made her way over and then flicked each of them on the forehead.

Snapped!Snapped!

"Are you obsessed? Two adults huddled together, nagging each other, leaving little Abby all alone to fall asleep?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka clutched her head, trying to argue, "You don't understand my pain..."

"It hurts, doesn't it? It hurts, doesn't it? Do you want me to sing Unravel to express your pain?" Yukino glanced at him sideways, rubbing her joints with ill intent.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrank her neck.

Yang Naitong trembled: his younger sister's wifely qualities had improved dramatically recently, almost to the point of being strict.

Abigail was awakened by the noise. She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and yawned, asking, "Whoa~~ Have the captain and Haruno-neechan finished discussing? Can you play with Abigail for a bit?"

The little girl's pitiful pleas, which would normally evoke such tenderness, only sent chills down Fujimaru Ritsuka's spine—at this moment, it was a death knell.

So, Fujimaru Ritsuka watched with a bitter face as a group of beautiful girls who had just finished exercising surrounded Abi and scolded him.

Abigail, her little face all scrunched up, was twirled around in the arms of a group of sweaty young ladies.

Although there were only a few people between them, it felt like they were separated by thousands of miles. They had similar thoughts in their hearts: It's really not easy being an adult or a child.

After a while, the young ladies finally snapped out of their urge to pity the baby and realized they were covered in sweat, which made them a little embarrassed.

However, even the sweat of these beautiful girls smells sweet—anyone who dares to say it doesn't smell sweet gets beaten to death.

Besides, they are the ones with the greater numbers and the advantage.

So they only loosened their grip on Abi slightly, and then stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka like a jury, demanding that he tell them the truth.

Fujimaru Ritsuka could only repeat what they had just discussed, ending with a long sigh: "Sigh... the main problem is that we really can't afford to fall out with the Special Affairs Bureau right now. Chiba City is, after all, within Tokyo's influence zone. If they were to choke us, Chaldea would be in trouble. And they won't do it openly; violence can't solve everything..."

“But we can’t negotiate with the Kansai Spellcasting Association behind their backs, because that would be too treacherous, and it wouldn’t make those powerful traditional factions take notice of us, right?” Kasumigaoka Utaha Kaika, acting as a part-time strategist, fell into thought along with Yukino.

Yui Yuigahama touched her hair and swayed her body, contemplating whether to use her wisdom to help Chaldea solve its problems.

But this skill is really annoying... Every time I activate it, I hate my usual self, it's like I become a completely different person. I, Yuigahama Yui, also have dignity, how can I allow myself to despise myself?

Just as Yui Yuigahama was hesitating, someone broke the deadlock.

“Lord Fujimaru,” Artoria said in a dignified voice, nodding approvingly at Fujimaru Ritsuka. “I really liked what you just said: ‘Violence cannot solve all problems.’ However, in this situation, you are blinded by your own perspective. Because violence—can solve the problem.”

"No, my king, this is still a society governed by the rule of law..." Fujimaru Ritsuka said, both amused and exasperated.

It can only be said that Artoria truly lives up to her supposed Celtic origins, possessing the barbarian spirit of that land.

"Fujimaru-sama, are you talking badly about me in your heart?" Sharp eyes, sharp...gun.

"How dare I! How dare I!"

"Hmph..." Artoria withdrew her scrutiny, her face stern. "Why don't you all consider this? Is this still normal time? Are the individual strengths of us in Chaldea useless?"

“Ah, Your Majesty, now... wait a minute.” Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to say something more, but suddenly fell into thought.

He realized that he had fallen into a misconception to some extent.

Chaldea is currently in a precarious situation, barely managing to suppress the anomalies in Chiba Prefecture only by cooperating with other local forces. And with the increasing number of anomalies, he feels that Chaldea may very well be confined to the territory of Chiba City and unable to move.

Ultimately, even with immense power, they couldn't possibly be in multiple places at once, nor could they travel thousands of miles in an instant; their jurisdiction was limited to the small city of Chiba. Therefore, due to the recent situation, he had become somewhat oblivious to his own capabilities.

However, including Artoria, they are arguably among the world's strongest groups. So, do they not have the ability to resolve or even incorporate the Kansai Spellcasting Association?

My fists are big and hard enough, and I also have the resources and technology of the great magicians. I can even protect you from the wind and rain when you mutate in the future. Are you sure you don't want to come with me? Fine, I'll beat you to a pulp.

Now, he suddenly understood and smiled broadly: "Deterrence. That's right, I had forgotten. Especially with Artoria and Abby, we have both incredibly powerful turret-like attack capabilities and unpredictable mental attacks. Theoretically, fighting counterinsurgency is a bit of a waste of our talents. Destructive strikes or sniping the enemy are what we should be doing."

He turned to Yukinoshita, the one and only designated brain of Chaldea, and asked, "What do you think?"

Yukino Yukinoshita silently pondered the situation, then looked up after a short while: "It's possible! With proper planning, it's achievable! And if we're recruiting them, it won't be considered betraying the Special Affairs Bureau or colluding with the enemy. The key is that we don't need to worry about any disruptions to our cooperation with the Kansai Jujutsu Association."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, looking refreshed, sincerely thanked Artoria: "Thank you for reminding me. As expected of the ever-victorious king of Britain."

"Hmph, of course. After all, compared to the me you know, I'm much more mature. When I was alive, I was known as the perfect king." Although, based on Fujimaru-sama's personality, I felt that you would think of this sooner or later, after all, you're not exactly a conventional person.

Ah, that feels so good. No wonder Merlin seemed to talk a lot back then. It turns out that it's so satisfying to voice other people's ideas before they've even fully formed.

Artoria returned victorious, and before leaving, she casually picked up Abigail: "Come on, let's take a shower together. You smelled sweaty from rubbing against me."

Abby struggled a little with her short legs before rationally clinging to Artoria's arms, pitifully bidding farewell to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The other girls were also reminded and rushed towards the large bathroom.

Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned back with her arms crossed, feeling that Artoria's figure surrounded by a group of girls was so imposing, and couldn't help but whisper, "A real man should be like this, and he can be replaced."

Yang Nai: ?

Hey bro, what's wrong with you? Do you really want mixed bathing that badly?

180, Shangluo, spreading martial arts across the world (5K wishes you success in the college entrance examination)