Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

More importantly, whether it was the samurai forces on the Tokugawa side, or the forces of shrines, temples, and practitioners, after the emergence of supernatural powers, they have always been able to surpass certain modern conglomerates by virtue of their extraordinary abilities.

If supernatural powers were to spread, the financial groups in Osaka would no longer be easy prey for them, but rather a much more difficult target. How could they allow that to happen?

Therefore, even Buddhist monks with compassionate hearts couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Senjougahara Hitagi looked at the scene before her, and her displeasure piled up in her heart, growing thicker and thicker like black mud.

The saying "When undertaking great tasks, one should cherish one's life; when faced with petty gains, one should disregard one's life" is absolutely true, as it is said in classical Chinese studies.

Fujimaru-kun, haven't you received my instructions yet? Hurry up and come, or I really can't imagine what I'll do.

She tried hard to suppress her tail that was about to grow out, and then she sensed a familiar presence.

"Damn it, how did the Jujutsu Association become like this! Lord Tsuchimikado, how can you run the Jujutsu Association well with these insects around!" Fujimaru Ritsuka pushed open the door with a righteous expression and made a dashing entrance.

"!"

Everyone present was stunned, not only because Fujimaru Ritsuka's words were not very hurtful but extremely insulting, but also because no one had noticed his appearance.

Senjougahara Hitagi chuckled quietly.

She had already heard about the Chaldea visitors from within the association. Because of her memories of Fujimaru Ritsuka, she became interested in her.

Therefore, when some people in the association interfered and sent people to receive them perfunctorily, while trying to provoke them in order to probe for information, Senjougahara Hitagi made her move.

The Daji Niten method primarily focuses on acquiring wealth and power, but it also possesses various secret techniques. Tamamo-no-Mae, for example, used incantations to foresee her death and then escaped by faking her death through a substitute. This time, it's merely sending a shikigami to communicate with Fujimaru Ritsuka—a simple matter.

In less than a few seconds of conversation, the two reached a partial agreement. Senjougahara Hitagi shared all the information about the meeting and what she knew with Fujimaru Ritsuka, and then helped him get rid of that good-for-nothing's surveillance, avoid the spies along the way, and head straight for the small palace.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, on the other hand, aims to break the stagnant situation facing Senjougahara Hitagi and turn the Jujutsu Association upside down.

Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not immediately expose the mole, but instead revealed his identity directly, causing everyone present to be filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

This council meeting of the Kansai Spellcasting Association was naturally convened by Tsuchimikado Yasumoto, and the people guarding the Kyoto Imperial Palace were primarily from the Tsuchimikado family. Infiltrating undetected would be incredibly difficult, but with Tsuchimikado Yasumoto in charge, the chances were significantly increased.

Ignoring the suspicious looks from the other board members, Tsuchimikado Yasumoto naturally refused to admit anything. He completely ignored the conversation and instead scolded, "Where did this ill-mannered fellow come from? Get him out of here."

The commotion inside the hall was naturally noticed by the guards outside, but just as they were about to sneak in, a phantom flashed by, stopping them in their tracks.

These guards, who had once fought against the strange creatures, had their armor removed in an instant. Sharp swords almost stripped them of their clothes, while swords and blades fell from the sky, precisely piercing between their feet.

At this moment, in front of that narrow and simple house in the distance, that good-for-nothing was smugly spouting nonsense that no one believed: "These are national treasure-level buildings. Don't let their poor appearance fool you; they have a deep cultural heritage and are perfect for you... Huh?"

Behind him, only five paper shikigami listened expressionlessly to his rambling.

At this moment, Tsuchimikado Yasumoto was so angry that his blood was boiling, and he secretly regretted that he had actually sent a good-for-nothing to humiliate Chaldea.

How could they be so arrogant? They barged into an association's headquarters as if no one else was there, interrupted a confidential meeting, and even slandered me, the rotating president?

How dare they!

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, took out the Red Dragon Cutter Muramasa from her hand, and slammed it into the floor, which was so precious it could be considered a cultural heritage site, before sitting down cross-legged.

The murderous intent and raging hatred emanating from the Crimson Dragon Kirimura Masato immediately stopped the few people who wanted to stop him from stepping forward.

Even someone with a modicum of insight could discern the battle record contained within this demonic sword: it lacked any historical foundation, and its forging was relatively recent. Yet, the battlefields it had traversed were enough to make everyone feel ashamed of their own. The heavy curses etched upon it were a boast of the demonic sword, the ferocity of the departed souls, enough to demonstrate the illustrious achievements of its master.

Therefore, they stopped, and only when they faced him did they realize that he had the potential to engage in equal dialogue with the association.

It was no secret to the association that they had deliberately sent out that strange host.

The Kansai Spellcasting Association is a well-established sieve, full of double agents. If you take out ten people from each department, five of them belong to different factions, and the other five belong to more than one faction.

Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable for a strong party, who is in a position to engage in equal dialogue, to barge in and slap them in the face after being humiliated in this way.

But at this moment, everyone's expression became a little strange: Didn't this guy just imply that he had some kind of collusion with the head of the Tsuchimikado family? So, did they send out an incompetent fool to humiliate you? Was it because they really wanted to humiliate you, or was it a cover-up, or... deliberately providing an excuse for you to barge in now!

While not everyone in charge was prone to overthinking, it was normal to have a tiny bit of doubt. After all, the other party had immediately launched into a massive attack on Tsuchimikado Yasumoto upon arrival.

Even if the person who was defeated outside was just part of a show deliberately staged by Tsuchimikado Yasumoto...

So, let's eat some melon seeds first.

Looking at the composed attitude of the director in front of him, Tsuchimikado Yasumoto was speechless.

Don't you realize that they've humiliated all of us? The entire Spellcasting Association has been disgraced, and you're still being called insects?!

Everyone: It's okay, you guys go ahead and act, we'll just watch the show.

Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally understood that although these directors seemed indifferent, they would definitely take action to teach her a lesson as long as the situation did not change significantly.

Whichever one of them is a key figure in their respective faction, how could they possibly accept such an insult?

Right now, it's just that no one is stepping forward, and people want to see the drama unfold between him and the Tsuchimikado family.

Anyway, it's not just me who's being humiliated, so there's no need to care so much. I'll plan carefully before I act.

To such thoughts, Fujimaru Ritsuka had only one comment: "Pah! Disgusting!"

He glanced at everyone, propped his chin on his hand, and said with disdain, "See, Lord Tsuchimikado? Just as you said, people's hearts are scattered, and the team is hard to lead."

183. My side has a special attack demon sword, you lick (6K1)

“Mr. Tsuchimikado, I once heard a saying, ‘When disaster strikes, everyone flies away.’ It feels like a perfect description of you two…” Fujimaru Ritsuka sat cross-legged naturally and unrestrainedly, which made Tsuchimikado Yasumoto’s face turn ashen.

When will these guys be able to talk to us in such a rude manner?

The humiliations of the past surged into his mind once more. He still remembered the time when his family was nearly unable to survive and had disappeared without a trace. After gaining extraordinary abilities, he had only enjoyed a few years of good life, yet he had encountered such an impudent fellow again?

If, at this moment, you summon the Vermilion Bird among the Twelve Divine Generals and use the power of the God of Fire to burn him to death!

He clenched his fists, then opened his eyes.

Even with his bald head, he regained the demeanor of the Tsuchimikado family at this moment, just like his ancestor many years ago, replying with a refined and gentle manner: "What do you mean by that, Fujimaru? We, the Kansai Spellcasting Association, have always been nothing more than a group of people sticking together for warmth. When faced with great calamity, we naturally become even closer. How could the situation you described occur?"

The folding fan that Hitagi Senjougahara was holding for show fell onto the table with a loud thud, but the two people sitting opposite her in the hall ignored it.

This is so interesting! I never expected that the usually stern and aloof uncle could be so charming. It's quite a surprise! Are you the type who gets pushed to his limits by a crisis? Like the protagonist in Jump? Mr. Fujimaru, give it your all, let me see what's interesting.

The reactions varied, but they were all more composed than the undisguised high school girl over there; at least their expressions didn't betray them.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, like a swordsman facing off against an enemy, was slightly surprised: she hadn't expected the other party to be so patient, not at all like someone who was easily angered or irritable. There was quite a discrepancy between the information and reality.

But he didn't press the issue further; instead, he immediately changed direction: "I think Mr. Tsuchimikado must have met the guests from America before... What did they promise? Immortality? Superhuman power? Or absolute authority?"

Everyone froze for a moment while listening intently, then casually perked up their ears again.

Tsuchimikado Taigen said expressionlessly, “Your question is rather blunt. May I ask what standards you are using to consult me? Are you consulting the rotating chairman of the Kansai Jujutsu Association, the current head of the Tsuchimikado family?”

"Just passing by..."

Without warning, Fujimaru Ritsuka sprang up from the ground, his movements so swift as to be like a phantom; even the eyes could only futilely catch a fleeting afterimage of him in the air.

"Twelve..." Tsuchimikado Taigen began to form a hand seal, only to be astonished to discover that the opponent was not coming for him at all.

"justice..."

The white-faced, red-based cloak, like a cloud hanging from the sky, enveloped the area where the other council members were located. Under these circumstances, the others only had time to transform their previous alertness into a defensive spell that was only halfway through its execution.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka, carrying immense power, descended upon the person furthest back.

"...【Draw Sword Slash】." A bloody smell, seemingly from nowhere, filled the air, and a young man who had always appeared timid and hesitant had already grasped a blood-stained blade.

Like a demon on the battlefield, the blood-red blade appeared, then was drawn and slashed upwards, striking Fujimaru Ritsuka above with the momentum of a demon general leading millions of troops to ravage the living.

"...Just a partner!"

Won?

He came empty-handed, without a knife, and his mid-air posture made it difficult to exert force. He couldn't possibly have imagined that I was prepared, and that my technique was among the most advanced in the world! This strike... I'll adjust my position slightly; a minor injury is better than a direct cut in two...

Thoughts burst forth like sparks in some organ that substitutes for thinking, and then stagnate under a specific targeted force.

Flames ignited, iron filings flew, and in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands, a sword was swiftly formed, easily surpassing the swordsmith's months of effort.

Tokugawa Nariaki felt as if he had encountered his nemesis.

He could no longer hold the sword in his hand, his whole body was sinking into a cold pool deeper than death, and his eyes were filled with a simple sword.

Rough and rustic, it has no hilt, no hilt, no blade, and not even a handle. It lacks even the most basic decorations. Rather than a samurai sword, it is more like a cheap consumable, a newly forged, simple iron bar with a sharp edge.

However, Tokugawa Nariaki felt for the first time that this was a fine sword.

No, it's more accurate to say it's a good weapon against the Tokugawa family.

"Muramasa——"

Tokugawa Nariaki only had time to utter this sound with his last strength. Like his ancestors, he had traversed countless years to face those virtuous and righteous people. They held Muramasa swords that could hardly be called precious swords, yet one after another rushed to their deaths, sending a cheap and valuable consumable into the bellies of the people as a final gift to the underworld.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The blood-red blade didn't have time to hit its opponent.

No matter how powerful one's strength, without a soul of sufficient weight, one still cannot wield a weapon beyond one's capabilities.

He watched helplessly as the Muramasa demon sword easily shattered the Blood Blade, and then...

Am I going to die?

It doesn't seem to hurt that much.

Only when he touched the cold wooden board did he belatedly realize that he had only been slashed on the neck by the back of the knife.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Madmen! Chaldea is full of madmen!"

Representatives from the Kamo family of Shimogamo Shrine and the head priest of Ise Grand Shrine stood up angrily.

Meanwhile, two elderly monks from the Tiantai and Zhenyan schools had already surrounded them after a disagreement.

When Acala descended to earth, the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara appeared.

The one at Kasuga Taisha Shrine had already summoned the power of Takemikazuchi, and lightning coiled around the bow and arrow, creating a flying arrow as swift as lightning.

However, all the attacks aimed at Fujimaru Ritsuka were blocked by the tentacles that the little loli had acquired, preventing them from advancing an inch.

"As expected, it is a demon?" The head priest of Yasaka Shrine no longer hesitated. Although he had heard his fellow shrine maidens in Tokyo mention Chaldea, he could no longer tolerate the current situation.

If the association's rotating chairman, Tsuchimikado Yasumoto, had offended the other party, then what about the innocent Tokugawa Nariaki? There's only one possibility: the other party has fallen into the path of evil.

"Time to slay some more boring things." He stood up, his figure extremely tall, and inadvertently held a long sword in his hand. The blade alone was at least ten fist lengths long, and the unknown bloodstains on it were subtly mixed with divinity, demonic energy, and poison.

"Little girls, although you are quite lovely, I also wish to wish you good fortune on behalf of my lord, but it's a pity." Otherwise, how could I face Tokugawa Nariakira, who died under mysterious circumstances?

Look at him, his neck was broken and twisted by the back of the knife, yet he still struggled to stand up...?