Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

The future of death and the extermination of one's clan is not just empty talk.

But if we had the medicine right now... even if there were only ten superhumans who couldn't grow up, there might still be hope.

"Success rate? Two monkeys were used, and the success rate was 100%. The side effect was that they would be 10-20% weaker than those who advanced to the extraordinary level using the worst materials. Perhaps further fusion would make them stronger."

It can... it can get stronger? It's not a fixed strength level?

Even religious groups were alarmed.

Low demand doesn't mean it's unnecessary!

Wouldn't it be better to leave it to your descendants or close relatives? More importantly, if your neighbor becomes stronger, doesn't that mean you become weaker?

"...Oh right, production might be limited, maybe only a dozen or so bottles a month." Because the two magicians would probably only be able to spare one day to make them.

Material?

It takes about the amount of dandruff to make one bottle, and the recovery is very fast.

Even so, everyone's eyes turned red, and Senjougahara Hitagi moved unceremoniously next to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Ignoring the four sword-wielding gazes, Senjougahara Hitagi approached Fujimaru Ritsuka and poked his chest with her fan: "Fujimaru-sama, I wonder if you could prioritize supplying a batch to our Fushimi Inari Shrine? How about 300 million yen plus three high-grade materials for one bottle? We have abundant funds and resources here. If you're interested, we can even provide a few fox girls as employees."

"Bah! Shameless female fox, how dare you bark and spout nonsense here! Lord Fujimaru, I can offer double the price, plus shikigami that you can customize and skilled shikigami users!"

"Our Tsuchimikado family can join forces with the Kamo family to buy two bottles! We can even accept four times the price!"

"How about learning about a shrine maiden?"

"How about learning about Consort Ming?"

Unlike the alliance between Kamo and Tsuchimikado, the Shinto and Buddhist factions exchanged glances after speaking simultaneously, showing no signs of mutual respect among LSPs, only hostile looks towards each other.

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed the box without flinching and yawned: "That's weird, we didn't say we were going to make a move."

Just take this as a joke; it's been put out there for the best, the only problem is that the price isn't high enough.

After offering a few more prices, Fujimaru Ritsuka remained unmoved, causing them to stop and lament their predicament.

"Oh dear, it's not that we don't want to, but you see, there are still some old fogies in the organization."

"I don't have a one-man show; we are very democratic."

"You know, who would willingly do something so thankless and exhausting?"

While complaining, the board members thought to themselves: "We didn't expect that even with such a generous offer, he wouldn't budge. Wealth and beauty couldn't hook him. How despicable!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka curled her lip: "Have you ever heard of the Trade Organization Convention?"

“I know you’re still unhappy, and it’s difficult to appease your own people, right? Well then, I’ll give you a way out.”

"With Chaldea taking the lead, we will establish a borderless cooperation agreement. In this agreement, we will contribute extraordinary knowledge, as well as items, materials, and potions as trade goods. At the same time, you will also have to contribute corresponding knowledge as an entry threshold. We will then calculate the trade through points, and each faction will have a certain share to purchase what it wants. Points will be used up before being used again. Meanwhile, as the initiating faction, we have the right to allocate, oops, suggest and organize actions, as well as the right to set prices."

After Fujimaru Ritsuka finished speaking, she looked at everyone in front of her with a smile: "How was it? Are you satisfied?"

What's this? A hyper-convergence of NATO and some trade cooperation organization?

Everyone exchanged knowing glances, but they had figured out Fujimaru Ritsuka's bottom line—all that talk was just a fig leaf for them; if they didn't come in, the good stuff would be gone, and they might even get beaten up later.

As for this right and that right, this restriction and that restriction.

Sigh! Just look at his old boss, the Emperor's father, America, and you'll understand.

It's all fake. If your fist is big enough, you can ignore all the rules. Besides, right now it's just talk.

When it comes time to write the document, there will definitely be someone to provide feedback, and I will only have two choices: cooperate now, or leave the Kansai Spell Association and go out on my own.

Although I'm not completely independent, to be honest, I still crave Chaldea's food.

Thus, the ruthless capitalist organization Chaldea still managed to acquire a useful tool, Number N.

Tsuchimikado Yasumasa gripped the bat fan tightly, having watched the entire scene. He was completely convinced and bowed down to Fujimaru Ritsuka, willingly becoming her lackey.

Chapter 185, Yang Nai's Ritual (5K/1W)

The next few days were not particularly pleasant for Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Even after urgently contacting Yukinoshita Haruno to draft a detailed treaty and handing over various miscellaneous matters, many people still tried to find ways to cultivate a relationship with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Occasionally, they would even encounter reckless opposition figures attempting assassination attempts.

However, all of this was easily resolved with the help of Tsuchimikado Yasumaru, who was right next to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Speaking of which, Taishin, why are you helping me so hard?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, puzzled, as she sat in a tea room with a garden in the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

Tsuchimikado Yasuma looked out at the courtyard, where, besides Abi and her cheerful older sisters, a short-legged little girl was also playing around.

He watched intently, his gaze fixed on the two little ones playing house with their older sister, his expression calm: "Actually, I didn't think too much about it at first. I just did a divination, first it was 'no,' then it was 'prosperity.' So I decided to take a gamble."

"I didn't expect you, a sister-obsessed guy, to be into feudal superstitions."

"No, no, it's just something like predicting the future." Tsuchimikado Yasuma didn't deny the strange titles at all, but turned and smiled. "If someone had told me that divination could predict the future before the emergence of extraordinary materials, I would have beaten them to a pulp. But it's different now."

"If my uncle could see through to the essence like I do, he should be able to discover this divination technique. However, it's similar to giving a vague answer after reading the relevant divergent information from the sea of ​​the subconscious, given countless vague and uncertain information. The reason my uncle thinks I'm accurate is simply because I always carefully collect as much information as possible, but my divination ability is only slightly better, and I can read and calculate only a little more information than him."

"Good heavens, using supernatural powers to simulate chaotic computation. No, what's even more terrifying is that you can also obtain information from places like the Akashic Records."

"Not bad. The attacks have been predicted so accurately lately, but that's probably because those idiots only have so many brains, making the calculations easier for them." Tsuchimikado Yasuma smiled, like a fox in human form.

He avoided discussing the concept that Fujimaru Ritsuka deliberately threw out, and it was unclear whether he actually knew the true nature of the so-called Sea of ​​the Subconscious.

"Is your smile really not related to Senjougahara Hitagi by blood?" Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.

Hitagi Senjougahara's smile is colder, always giving off a haughty feeling, like a shy little creature in a zoo, ignoring the food the zookeeper brings, but sometimes if you ignore her, she might come up and proudly grant you the honor of stroking her fur.

As for Tsuchimikado Yasumasa, he's a seasoned veteran, always smiling, but no one knows what he's really thinking behind the scenes.

Tsuchimikado Yasumasa's smile vanished, and he repeatedly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Please don't, Your Excellency. If that vixen finds out, she'll chop me up."

Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka's gossipy look, Tsuchimikado Yasumaru had no choice but to satisfy his curiosity, since she hadn't been around much lately after running into a few snags: "Actually, Princess Senjougahara's family was misled by others when she was young. So she especially hates religious organizations, and secondly, she hates us psychic fraudsters who were once useless."

"Hmm... do you know if she's ever met a guy named Kaiki Deishuu?"

“No. Although I had seen this gentleman before and was thinking about whether to ask him for help, I ended up being helped by the shrine priest of Fushimi Inari Shrine.” Senjougahara Hitagi rested her chin on her hand. “At that time, I was almost in despair. I knew that there was a high possibility that I was being deceived, but I couldn’t help but grab onto this lifeline. In the end, I was unexpectedly saved.”

"Oh, is that so?" The two nodded, then were surprised.

"Relax. Although those two perverts are very unethical in discussing the past of an innocent girl behind her back, I'm not angry at all."

"Before you say that... Ms. Senjougahara, could you please move your paper cutter away?" Fujimaru Ritsuka tiptoed along the blade and carefully pushed it away.

"Hey~ sorry."

"At least try to act convincingly, show some emotion! Don't just read it like a wooden stick! Do you think you're Kana Hanazawa?" Fujimaru Ritsuka retorted mercilessly.

Senjougahara Hitagi unexpectedly showed a satisfied expression, muttering to herself, "As expected, we still need a tsukkomi (straight man)?"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Hitagi Senjougahara didn't wear the formal shrine maiden kimono she wore to the meeting; instead, she came in casual clothes.

She sat down without any hesitation and gestured for Tsuchimikado Yasuma to pour her some tea, to which he obediently complied with a wry smile.

Fujimaru Ritsuka openly scrutinized her: "So, what brings you here?"

And how did they manage to approach silently?

The numerous behind-the-scenes actions over the past few days have led Tsuchimikado Taishin to borrow a considerable number of men from his uncle, making the area heavily guarded both physically and in a supernatural sense. Moreover, apart from Taishin's mother and sister, everyone here is a superhuman with keen senses and intuition.

"Of course it's the omnipotent Dakini Tenfa, Fujimaru Ritsuka, shouldn't you understand all of this?" Senjougahara Hitagi glanced at him, as if reprimanding him for pretending to be stupid.

"Gentlemen, would you like to go play with my sister for a bit? Please excuse me." Tsuchimikado Yasuma stood up tactfully and quickly, and strode towards the courtyard.

He moved so fast that Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't have time to call out to him.

Why are you running away? Why don't you stay and help me deal with this cunning fox? What can't you say?

"Hey, don't think like that. Tsuchimikado Yasuma is just that kind of boring person. He's very cautious, just to survive and protect his mother and sister." Senjougahara Hitagi said meaningfully, "Knowing too much isn't a good thing."

There is nothing that cannot be told to others.

Even if it's related to a near-third law?

Fujimaru Ritsuka barely managed to stop herself from spitting out her tea: "Huh?"

"It seems you don't fully understand either." Senjougahara Hitagi observed his expression, sensing it wasn't feigned, before laughing. "You don't seem to have considered what the so-called superhumans of this world are, do you?"

“...I would like to hear the details.” Fujimaru Ritsuka straightened up.

Although he didn't know why Senjougahara Hitagi had sought him out to share some secrets, he became interested.

Perhaps it's useless knowledge, something you can't apply even if you know it, but maybe it can give those two magicians some inspiration.

"The emergence of superhumans is essentially an evolution of the soul." Senjougahara Hitagi pointed to her eyes. "You should know that, right? Tamamo-no-Mae... can see souls."

...That's true to some extent.

On Tamamo-no-Mae in Mooncell, I immediately saw through Hakuno's dazzling, beautiful, and handsome soul.

"So, although those old guys were putting on an act that day, they only trusted your story because of your reputation as a strong person. But I know very well that the potion contained a pure substance that was almost like a spirit core, like the source of everything, which could provide those fragile or weak souls with the opportunity to transform."

"Fujimaru, you may know that in some world, magicians essentially connect to the base through magic circuits. But what are magic circuits? They are the connection between a healthy body and a healthy soul, but they are essentially still based on the soul. Without a body, magic circuits may not be damaged; by replacing the body with a puppet, the original magic circuits can be retrieved. But if the soul is injured, then the circuits are completely destroyed."

"The people of this world don't have such sophisticated technology yet, and the operation of magic is only rudimentary. But the principle is similar... Only when a soul of sufficient strength can be successfully matched with materials of a specific wavelength can one gain the opportunity to advance. The weak, the fragile, and even the unlucky ones with unique wavelengths have no chance at all. Fujimaru, you guys have created something extraordinary. The so-called potion to turn ordinary people into superhumans is more like providing the weak with an opportunity for soul transformation."

Senjougahara Hitagi downed the green tea in one gulp, quenching her slightly thirsty throat.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was still immersed in what had just been said, and when she finally came to her senses, she found a pair of large eyes right in front of her.

"Now that I've told you such a mysterious inside story, how about satisfying my curiosity—what are the ingredients of the potion?"

"Hitagi Senjougahara, don't you think the importance of the two pieces of information is completely different?"

"Oh~~~~~ Really? Or do you want to get this important information from me for free? Waaah, you really are the number one womanizer!"

"I'm telling you, stop faking your tears, it's not that insincere. Bargaining isn't like this... If the potions are produced next month, can I privately give you three bottles? That's three times the amount an entire faction earns this month!"

“Okay! This time, I’m going to be able to squeeze a hefty sum out of those rich guys in Osaka again.” Senjougahara Hitagi sat back down and winked at him.

"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to tell you. The negotiations over there are basically settled, so you don't need to worry that I'm here to polish up the other details. But... before signing, someone still needs to see one thing—how effective this potion really is."

"I understand. Speak of the devil, and he appears."

Yang Nai hurriedly entered, carrying a stack of documents and followed by members of the Chaldea execution squad.

She smiled and waved to him with delight—needless to say, her expression told me she had won a great victory.