Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

For the rest of the time, he completely ignored his uncle's words, only maintaining a facade of utmost respect.

The frustration in my heart only began to ease when I saw my younger sister.

He hugged his little sister tightly and whispered questions about the happy things that happened at school.

The younger sister, a middle school student, spoke in a clear, melodious voice about the joys of school, while her mother watched her children interact with a smile throughout.

The world is peaceful, yet not peaceful.

However, I, Tsuchimikado Yasumasa, can easily protect two ordinary people.

Moreover, as a rare and powerful Onmyoji, he intuitively felt that the arrival of Chaldea would be an opportunity.

Perhaps I can change something, and if you are willing, I will go with you.

Just then, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was descending the ladder, sneezed: "Achoo. Is the Kansai Spellcasting Association talking about us right now? Hmm, I didn't expect we were still quite influential."

Even the imaginative Fujimaru Ritsuka could hardly believe that someone would intend to surrender before even meeting them.

So he just walked out chatting and laughing with the others.

Then, my good mood was greatly diminished.

The Kansai Spells Association sent a car to pick them up, but... how should I put it?

A very ordinary vehicle.

Sometimes, the truth of a matter can be seen from certain details.

Therefore, no matter how warm and charming the person receiving her was, showering her with compliments and praises without restraint, Fujimaru Ritsuka was well aware that the standard of hospitality in her line of work was only average.

“I suddenly remembered that it is said that when Nobunaga came to Kyoto, he was also given the cold shoulder by the court nobles who controlled the imperial court.” Fujimaru Ritsuka sat in the back seat, her voice not loud, but loud enough for the people in the front seat to hear.

"Indeed. After all, Lord Nobunaga's magnanimity, romanticism, and lofty ambitions were difficult for the world to accept. That's why he died and his clan was wiped out, which makes one think deeply." The person who received them was also quite eloquent, and he could easily engage in a verbal battle.

You call yourself Lord Nobunaga, and you think we're just skinny, scrawny nobles? I think if you use Nobunaga's name to describe yourself, you're bound to die soon.

That's probably what it means.

Neither of them really made any subtle hints; if they really had to say something, they would have directly confronted each other.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and said nothing more.

The receptionist, who considered himself as eloquent as Wang Lang, was extremely pleased with himself for persuading the traitor to cease fire with just a few words.

[Yukino and Utaha, what do you guys think? This guy's skill level is pretty average.]

[Indeed, they went along with what we said, treating us like Lord Nobunaga. Their level of sophistication is appalling; they probably don't usually entertain small, insignificant organizations.]

[Stop talking, the more you talk, the angrier I get.]

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was communicating using earring props provided by the great magicians, finally couldn't hold back anymore. She sneered and said, "Tsk, I didn't expect you to actually take us for Nobunaga. Fifty years of life is enough to live brilliantly. Are you going to imitate the Tokugawa tortoise, enduring until all your enemies are dead, only to bully orphans and widows?"

The receptionist was speechless, unsure of what to say.

But the part where he insulted Tokugawa sounded pretty good.

After all, everyone knows that those who stayed in Kyoto didn't really want to stay in the first place. If they could receive a stipend from the Bureau of Onmyōryō like in the Heian period, or if there were plenty of benefits in Edo, who wouldn't want to go? At most, they would leave a branch of their clan behind.

So at least in their minds, Tokugawa was not a god like [Tosho Daigongen] (the name of the god Tokugawa Ieyasu after his death).

So he stopped talking, and instead changed the subject with an awkward laugh, describing the scenery along the way to the Chaldeans, showing off their long history in a boastful manner.

There were quite a few topics to discuss, so the atmosphere gradually eased.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, however, was pondering something—how to put on a show.

182. How can you possibly get along with this bunch of insects...? (5k3)

Judging from the attitude of this talkative young man, the Kansai Spellcasting Association really doesn't take them seriously. Even after sending a formal invitation in advance, they only sent one person at random.

But then again, even those arrogant guys, would they really be that unwise?

If we set aside our age prejudices and look solely at the achievements of Chaldea, we will naturally understand what an astonishing situation it is:

Although the Mammon extermination incident in Chiba was kept secret, rumors of it later began to circulate among the superhumans.

In the battle between the Fukuoka branch and Tenmangu, Chaldea thwarted the Seven Deadly Sins' plots twice in a row.

The anomaly at Tokyo Tower was so severe that even the major powers in Tokyo couldn't handle it, and the Chaldea group managed to wipe them out.

The sweep in Chiba City demonstrated their tough stance, and their cooperation with temples and shrines earned them a reputation while also revealing their strength.

Their outstanding performance in London, which earned them first-class merit in a major event that was close to the level of the Apocalypse, is enough to show that Chaldea is among the top tier even on the international stage.

Add to that the recent incident involving shoddy scum in Chiba City... Even if the Kansai Spellcasting Association is brain-dead, are there really no normal people in charge of it?

Fujimaru Ritsuka reviewed his organization's achievements and was slightly taken aback, but also a little puzzled. He observed the talkative guy even more discreetly.

Now, he vaguely sensed a subtle fluctuation.

The sound of a girl's successful prank laughter seemed to ring in his ears: "Welcome, Fujimaru-sama."

So, are there still smart people out there?

Fujimaru Ritsuka composed herself and looked out the window. The car passed through the heavily guarded main gate as if nothing had happened and entered a stone path leading to a quiet garden.

This is Kamigyo Ward in Kyoto. On the west bank of the Kamo River lies the Kyoto Imperial Palace, where pine and cypress trees stand side by side, and plum and cherry blossoms complement each other.

Deep within the vast gardens lies a juniper wood building called the Kogosho, which was the place where the imperial family used to receive generals, shogunate envoys, and daimyo.

Tsuchimikado Taigen, the head of the Tsuchimikado family, who had previously met with Tsuchimikado Taishin in private, heard a burst of laughter and was displeased.

As expected... these country bumpkins, lacking any family background or tradition, actually behaved so rudely in this setting, truly bringing shame upon the shrine.

However, he still maintained a smile on his face: "Lord Senjougahara, I wonder why you're laughing?"

"I'm so sorry, I just met some Chaldea visitors and heard some interesting things." Hitagi Senjougahara, with pink highlights in her long black hair, happily unfolded her fan and sighed, "I didn't expect that the Chaldea visitors weren't a test from the Special Affairs Bureau, but had other plans."

In the vast room, she was dressed in a magnificent shrine maiden outfit, resembling a kimono, and exuded a graceful and poised demeanor. The golden fox ears on her head, which were not concealed, twitched and radiated an astonishing charm.

Those present dared not look up at her rashly, and instead lowered their heads to savor their tea, as if there was something special about the flavor in this cup of tea.

This cunning woman just loves to say half of what she means and keep it to herself!

Tsuchimikado Yasumoto took a deep breath, not caring whether she continued or not, and looked at the others in the hall: "Gentlemen! The reason I invited you all here this time was entirely due to my judgment. Now, what should we do?"

He glanced at the others, clearly concerned.

The Kansai Spellcasting Association's system is somewhat unique. Besides the regular members, the association is structured from top to bottom as a rotating president, directors, and councilors.

The rotating president will be appointed every six months to discuss matters with the association's board members.

The president has the initiative to chair and initiate meetings, as well as the right to manage the association on a daily basis, and also has double the voting rights.

Other council members have the right to propose motions and vote on them.

Members of parliament only have the right to vote, but they can submit proposals to the meeting for debate and voting through a council member.

Therefore, although the Tsuchimikado family has recently shown signs of revival, it is still unable to completely control the association.

Like Hitagi Senjougahara, who just disrupted the council proceedings, she is the representative of Fushimi Inari Shrine and can be seen as the embodiment of Uka no Mitama, the god of abundance and commerce. In a sense, she exists outside the Shinto forces, and is backed by the merchant power of Osaka.

In the Shinto world, Kasuga Taisha and Yasaka Taisha often joined forces to counter Ise Grand Shrine, while the high priests of Enryaku-ji Temple on Mount Hiei of the Tendai sect and Mount Koya, representing the Shingon sect, disliked each other.

Although Shimogamo Shrine is named after a shrine, it is the private property of the Kamo family and has always represented Shugendo and other folk practitioners, standing in opposition to the Tsuchimikado family.

In addition, there is Tokugawa Nariaki, who represents the power of the samurai class...

The relationships between everyone are incredibly complex. Today, the Shinto and Buddhist paths seem to be at odds, but tomorrow they'll cooperate to fight against the forces of cultivators. Plus, there are thirty-three council members under the council, each belonging to one of our nine members...

Modern parliamentary systems are truly exhausting, but what can we do when no one in our Kinki region can truly suppress anyone else?

Tsuchimikado Yasumoto's words were like throwing a stone into stagnant water. None of the eight board members felt any urge to speak.

The female fox seemed to be continuing to spy, while the two monks from the Tendai and Shingon sects appeared to be meditating with their eyes half-open. The people from the two major shrines and the Ise Grand Shrine were unexpectedly exchanging glances, while the head of the Kamo family rhythmically tapped his thigh, and Nariaki of the Tokugawa family simply took out his phone to check messages.

Tsuchimikado Yasumoto really wanted to grab them by the collar and yell, "Wake up! The association is about to collapse, and you're still unmoved?"

But do these guys really have no plans?

fart.

Even Tsuchimikado Yasumoto met a strange guy from America last month. Don't they have any information channels? Everyone is just tacitly putting on an act.

He remembered the advice of his distant nephew.

But how could that be? Having shrines to absorb promising talents growing from the ground up is enough; the Spellcasting Association can't and won't do such a thing. Pass on spell knowledge? I'd rather rot in my coffin than take it out.

“Actually… I think your nephew’s proposal is quite interesting.” Senjougahara Hitagi revealed her golden beast eyes, staring intently at Tsuchimikado Yasumoto. “If this proposal is implemented, I will fully support it.”

Tsuchimikado Yasumoto's heart tightened. He had kept the proposal under his control from the very beginning and hadn't submitted it at the meeting. Where did this vixen find out about it?

But then he noticed that the other directors were all looking at him, so he could only say slowly, "These are just some immature opinions from the younger generation. Don't take them seriously. On the other hand, Senjougahara-dono really thinks things are that critical."

Instead of mentioning the specific details of the plan, he tried to change the subject.

Interestingly, Senjougahara Hitagi readily fell for the trick: "Of course. Uka no Mitama God warned through my divine treasure, the Zhen Shi, that the evil energy in the world has risen, and a great calamity is imminent."

Everyone: I believe your ghosts. Do you really think we don't know what the state of gods is?

All the shrine staff and professionals who worship deities in the world naturally understand that the gods of this world are still in a state of existence and non-existence, formed from the subconscious of people's hearts, and are nothing more than chaotic and unawakened conceptual entities.

However... although it's impossible to be as certain as Hitagi Senjougahara said, I do have a similar feeling.

Then, the priests of Kasuga Taisha Shrine, Yasaka Shrine, and Ise Grand Shrine all spoke up, saying that their gods had also given a clear prophecy. The two priests from the Tendai and Shingon sects naturally wouldn't be outdone, one saying that it was a decree from Dainichi Nyorai, and the other saying that it was a dream from Shakyamuni. The Kamo family went even further, directly claiming that their ancestor, Kamo Takekaku, had directly seen the chaotic scene of the world's turmoil through the eyes of the eight-foot crow.

When they arrived at the Tokugawa residence, they stammered and said that their ancestor, Tokugawa Ieyasu, the Great Power of the Eastern Light, had also appeared to them in a dream.

Everyone was talking about the same topic, which gave Tsuchimikado Yasumoto a headache: Do you really think I don't know that you received the news yourself or observed it yourselves?

However, he couldn't directly expose everyone's act of using someone else's name to deceive him. Instead, he straightened his chest and asked loudly, "So, does everyone mean they support the Battlefield Temple and agree to the Association widely disseminating its precious spell knowledge through contributions?"

Everyone fell silent, turning to look at Senjougahara in disbelief: Good heavens, I thought it was some kind of proposal, but you're digging up the roots of this place.

How could these vested interest groups in the extraordinary world possibly be willing to accept such a thing?

Senjougahara Hitagi calmly faced everyone's gaze, a hint of disdain in her eyes: "Since I come from a commoner background and was saved by the former head priest of Fushimi Inari Shrine when I was in junior high school, I naturally empathize. Why can't ordinary people gain extraordinary knowledge? Do you really think the Association's power is sufficient to face the impending disaster?"

"Ha, but do you know that if these secret knowledge can be obtained at will, then our association will inevitably be filled with people of ordinary origin in the future?" As soon as Tokugawa Sera finished speaking, he felt that his words were not convincing enough, so he continued, "Moreover, you, Fushimi Inari Shrine, are probably agreeing to the request from Osaka, aren't you?"

Several board members who had initially been interested withdrew their support.

In Japan, shrines and temples are, to some extent, family heirlooms or direct descendants. Even if a family doesn't have a suitable person, they can find a disciple, or even have someone marry into the family and change their surname, to continue the family business.

This situation is particularly evident in this world. Of everyone present, only Senjougahara Hitagi of Fushimi Inari Shrine did not pay the corresponding price; she rose from a lowly shrine maiden to the head priest simply through the power of an Awakened. The others, however, all inherited their lineage. Even if their bloodlines were interrupted, their surnames remained unbroken.