Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

As expected, Mrs. Yuihama seized on her opponent's mistake and delivered a decisive blow: "You haven't been home for so many days, and you've been sending all sorts of people on the phone to fool me into thinking you were going to attend closed training. But I saw you in the previous video, the way you tied your hair, it looked exactly like you!"

Yui Yuigahama stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded, and strained to look to the side.

"Wow, look at this! We've acquired so many resources and have enough financial support from this deal. Looks like we can go on another round of business now."

"Okay, let's go. Oh, right, we also need to warn the other organizations about what we know, and see if we can find more allies."

A-Teng, you actually started discussing serious matters with Yang-Nai without any regard for others?

And weren't you already doing this in Kyoto?

And Yukino and Utaha, you actually sat down and ate snacks with Abi.

In an instant, Yui Yuigahama felt how cold Chaldea was.

But we can no longer back down!

Yui gritted her teeth and hugged her, saying, "Mommy."

Before seeing Yui, Mrs. Yuihama was filled with a mixture of anxiety and anger.

Therefore, she tried every means to find Hiratsuka Shizuka and brought her to this Western-style mansion.

She didn't care about peace or safety; all she wanted was for her daughter to be well.

It was precisely because they understood what Mrs. Yuigahama was thinking that the Chaldean crowd, including Fujimaru Ritsuka, couldn't rashly interrupt the conversation.

From Mrs. Yuihama's perspective, they were simply encouraging their daughter to take on completely unnecessary responsibilities; they were all brainless children.

But all her worries and anxieties softened considerably under the hug, so when Yui Yuigahama pulled her upstairs to chat, she didn't refuse.

As Yui Yuigahama and her mother left the hall, Ritsuka Fujimaru let out a barely audible sigh.

"Actually, you don't need to worry so much. We can totally..."

"No, let's not use that method."

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood what Haruno was thinking.

Japanese society is pathological; everyone is taught from a young age "not to cause trouble for others," creating a strange and unique atmosphere in the society. And those who come from elite educations are particularly adept at manipulating this concept.

Yang naturally understood. She could use a sense of righteousness to pressure Mrs. Yuihama, such as saying that Yui is an indispensable member of Chaldea, that Yui's talents are bestowed upon her and she should be loyal to the people, and that we would be troubled if Yui stopped her activities, etc.

But all of these attempts are trying to alienate Yui Yuigahama herself, treating her as an object, or rather, a cog in the Chaldea chariot.

Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't like this.

This approach, which simply puts pressure on a young girl's mother, is a terrible method for Fujimaru Ritsuka. He hopes that Yui Yuigahama will think things through before making a decision and that he can persuade Mrs. Yuigahama to agree with what they are going to do.

Even if we overcome the problem of Shirohime, as long as the anomalies on this blue planet continue, conflict is destined to continue.

Mrs. Yuigahama's belief that there is nothing wrong with her during peacetime will only hold her back. It would be better to let Yuigahama Yui see the truth clearly.

"Although it's a bit naive, I still admire it." Yang Nai smiled freely and said no more.

"Go away, stop talking nonsense. How about contacting other organizations?"

"Most of the organizations we contacted agree with our hypothesis. Although we didn't tell them about Shirahime, everyone noticed the unusual situation. And..." Haruno showed Fujimaru Ritsuka an email.

This is a French organization, and he was one of the members who ventured with them to the Albion tombs.

For various reasons, there are several members of Chinese descent in their group.

According to the email, they did not have much affection for China, and even left to settle abroad on their own initiative due to family reasons, but still maintained their longing for the culture of their country.

After the Chinese government issued its declaration to evacuate and recall its citizens, these Chinese members initially didn't pay much attention and even planned to participate in the group's new mission.

But recently I suddenly changed my mind and decided to go back to China.

The sender was fairly familiar with one of them and discreetly inquired about his experience. Apparently, several of them had been having recurring dreams lately, with a voice calling them back to their hometown. Only one completely Westernized "banana" (a person of Asian descent) stuck to his beliefs, rejected the voice, and stayed. The others eventually answered the call of that voice.

"...What is this? A global meme propagation technique? Isn't that a bit scary?" Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched her head, looking at the email in a daze, somewhat puzzled.

"It's pretty much what you think, it's terrifying. However, quite a few people from the Celestial Empire have also gone to investigate, but the scrutiny of foreigners has become much stricter recently, and their stay has been greatly shortened. If they have never stayed there before and have no family members there, they will be deported after a week. Those who successfully entered are vague about their experiences, but no unusual activity has been found."

"Yang Nai, is there any news from America?"

Yang Nai frowned and shook his head as well: "The problem with the Celestial Empire isn't that they can't get the information, but rather that many people know about the suspicious points. However... it's basically concentrated on the group that manipulates America. Most of them are from wealthy families, political families, and other elite groups. However, as you know, even the superhumans in America themselves have mostly been successfully won over by them. The entire United States is almost a monolithic entity, and no one can produce conclusive evidence."

"Hiss... Are they really that united? It seems the profits are so huge that no one can imagine, which is why they're willing to take such a risk?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know what to say.

After all, they are the five strongest nations on Earth, and even two of the three strongest nations possessing 90% of the power. As long as the will of these nations is upheld, they will naturally appear insignificant in the face of such immense power.

There's no way around it; people won't truly stand up and unite until the knife cuts them themselves. America will still be able to maintain its rule over its civilians—until the government truly loses its credibility.

Yang gave a knowing, bitter smile. "We have no evidence. Even the information that the [Reform Society] sent to them in conjunction with other countries was brushed off with the excuse of domestic politics."

"No evidence...that's not necessarily true, Haruno. I'm going to cheat." Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath. "Kishibe Rohan, you're watching me, aren't you?!"

"Get out here right now!"

"Sigh... I've been busy helping Sister Lisa Lisa lately, do I really need to go through all this trouble?" On the empty sofa, the figure wearing a headband slowly appeared.

Rohan Kishibe had deep dark circles under his eyes, so he didn't look like he was lying at all.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't believe him. He just sneered and said, "I have a feeling something's not right... Do you believe I'll just go and kill them all, and let Artoria unleash a few Noble Phantasms to wipe them out? Detective games aren't working out anymore, how about we switch to a modern Assassin's Creed?"

On the shore, a lone figure spreads his hands, speechless.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had already sensed that something was amiss.

Since meeting him, I've only done two things: guide myself and Luna to get to know each other and deepen our connection, and help Lisa Lisa's experimental project continue.

With his all-seeing eyes, how could he possibly ignore those two huge bombs over there?

"Sigh... You can't control what's going on in America, and you don't need to control what's going on in China. It would only cause trouble and be pointless to talk about either of them, so it's normal that I don't say anything."

"Stop with the riddles. You're not really some useless, good-for-nothing prophet. You can't possibly tell me the future is unchangeable, can you? Don't the things you see help me with my decision-making? I just need information!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said coldly.

Rohan Kishibe pursed his lips seriously, facing off against him. The atmosphere between the two became tense, and the temperature seemed to be heated by the sparks flying between their gazes.

Rohan Kishibe glanced around, then said meaningfully, "This information is quite important. Should we send some people away first?"

"The execution team will leave first, Sasagawa Yagokoro will stay. Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei, you are also an unofficial advisor to Chaldea, please sit down and listen."

Rohan Kishibe watched as many people left the living room, and finally sighed: "America is a sacrifice... placed on one side of the scale by many people on its own land, and was completely shrouded in red light long before I even noticed it. Therefore, I cannot tell you how to solve it. As for China... they are the ones who ushered in a new era, the wise ones who prematurely detonated the hidden dangers, and also the partners who are about to embark on a long voyage. So telling you is of no use."

The implication wasn't particularly subtle, and most of those present understood what Kishibe Rohan meant. But Fujimaru Ritsuka pressed on: "Then what should we do?"

"Lisa Lisa's experiment must be completed as soon as possible. Also, increase your own power as quickly as possible. Then... leave no regrets."

"Can we win like this?"

"There is an opportunity."

"How much time is left?"

"It will take at least half a month, or as little as a few days, which means it will happen before mid-July."

"Thank you."

After the question and answer, Rohan Kishibe disappeared into the mansion again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her temples and said to Haruno, whose face had turned ashen, "Now we all understand the situation. Go, tell the people you trust the information you feel you can share, as if it were absolutely confidential, and then prepare to take the plunge."

Yang Nai nodded, the joy of successfully becoming a superhuman completely gone. Clutching the documents, she hurriedly left, already pondering how to notify others without revealing the sender's identity.

Then, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to the others and said, "If there's anything you want to do, then go do it."

1. The experiment is progressing, how about killing Merlin to liven things up? (5k)

Clang! A fist slammed hard on the table in the Special Affairs Bureau's conference room. Kawaji Daizo, the leader of the first action team, was furious: "How dare those little brats from Chaldea? Huh? They've teamed up with those local factions from shrines and temples, bypassing our Special Affairs Bureau to expand their supernatural powers! They don't take us seriously at all!"

"Shouldn't we remove their Chiba-no-kami duties? If this continues, they'll only continue to become a laughing stock for other countries."

The attendees watched his "rageous" performance, some sneering, some agreeing, their reactions varied.

The woman from Group Two, Yakushiji, who usually didn't get along with him, flicked her cigarette with a cold laugh: "How are you going to withdraw? May I ask which rule Chaldea has triggered? Or have you defied the wishes of noble bloodlines like our Lord Kawaji?"

"you--"

"Alright, stop fooling around," advisor Fujiwara Yuumi said, rubbing his temples with a headache. "The purpose of this meeting is nothing more than this. The entire country is in an uproar because of the Chaldea-Kansai Spellcasting Association's dissemination activities. Anyone with even a little bit of inside information is asking about this..."

He twitched his old, wrinkled face, which resembled an orange, and didn't know what to say.

"The Chaldean Covenant. The Cooperation Pact between the Chaldean Allies." This was added by Haruhiko Uchimiya, the leader of the third group representing the local faction within the Special Affairs Bureau.

Fujiwara Yuumi glanced at him: "The branches of the Gayo members went to them seeking extraordinary materials in order to become extraordinary beings. According to their announcement, there are currently nearly a thousand extraordinary materials available to everyone."

Everyone present was deeply moved—there were only about 30 elite superhumans stationed at the Tokyo headquarters, and even counting other branches, the entire Special Affairs Bureau of Japan had fewer than 500 members.

"Are they...crazy? Haven't they thought about the future? What will they do when the material inventory runs out and there's room for further growth and development?" someone murmured, full of incomprehension.

This time, the extraordinary materials are being given away like they're free, which will only make the recently slightly more abundant extraordinary market even tighter. Apart from the sudden increase in the number of extraordinary individuals, it seems to do more harm than good? At the very least, the materials hoarded by my family are about to see another price increase?

Fujiwara no Yuumi's petty calculations, typical of an elderly person, briefly appeared, only to vanish amidst Kawaji Daizo's roar:

"They're not crazy! Chaldea is mainly composed of Awakened Ones, who don't need materials to enhance their abilities. They can even sell their finished potions and items to get a lot of materials. But have you ever thought about what these thousand-plus extraordinary individuals will bring if they enter various regions?"

He shouted almost maniacally, "Everyone here! Even Haruhiko Uchimiya has a family or powerful backer. Can you give up enough positions, territory, and benefits for these thousand-plus superhumans? They are under the protection of the Gayal, not ordinary people who can live happily by throwing away bones."

"Besides, do you really think they're satisfied with just over a thousand people? To become a transcendent being, you need to complete at least three material rewards! Won't the recovered materials be used within the Gayoke system?"

Those present began to breathe heavily: at present, these thousand-plus people may not seem like much, but what will happen if more people continue to join them?

"No way." Someone muttered to themselves.

"Have all the people who participated in the Gacha covenant gone mad?"

"What benefits did Chaldea offer to get them to do this?"

For those present, it was utterly incomprehensible—shouldn't they be recruiting a small number of elite individuals, while the rest of the common folk could just sit back and play? Why were they making extraordinary individuals so worthless?

Ryoko Yakushiji coldly watched as her colleagues tore off their refined facades and began plotting how to restrict Gayo and its superhumans.

She sneered, "Boring!"

Ignoring the heated discussion among those present, he got up, turned around, and left.

The consultants and team leaders in the conference room watched her stride out, momentarily speechless, but dared not reprimand her. Her family background was among the best in the room, and given her eccentric personality, offering loyalty would only invite trouble. So everyone pretended nothing was amiss and continued discussing the plan against Gayo.

"Yakushiji Group Leader, you're out? How did the discussion go inside?" Deputy Group Leader Izumida greeted him solicitously.

Having been exceptionally promoted by his team leader, and coming from an ordinary background, he was quite surprised to hear about Jia Yue, so he actively inquired about the situation.