Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"That's enough. If you say another joke, believe me, I'll chop you up. There's someone next door who said they were screwed over by the TV show you sent over." Fujimaru Ritsuka stood stiffly still, only pursing her lips to the right.

Rohan Kishibe was speechless, but at this moment he stopped saying strange things and instead strolled over to look at Luna, even sniffling.

"Pervert!" xN

Despite being unanimously rebuked by all the girls, Rohan Kishibe was not an introverted, withdrawn otaku. He stroked his chin hesitantly and said, "Your Highness, was someone brought down from the tower? This feeling... it's definitely not a dream."

"Hmph, Luna is amazing, isn't she? She seized the opportunity the moment that wicked guy got slashed."

"You got slashed?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused. At this moment, he ignored the others who were still glaring at each other from time to time, flipped his hand, took out the Muramasa Tomomori stored in the handicraft room, and pushed it to Luna. "Is this it?"

Luna swiftly grabbed the knife and gave a sinister laugh:

"Hahaha, you've fallen for my trap! I'm the guy you managed to slash, this divine weapon is mine now!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka froze, looking at Luna incredulously: "Seriously, can you be a little more professional? It would be more impactful if you suddenly transformed back into your mastermind form, flew into the sky, and then said that!"

"Hmm...it seems so." Luna sighed. "As expected, I'm still not as wicked as Ritsuka. Let me see this sword."

With a loud clang, a flash of light, a mixture of blue and red, seemed to illuminate the conference room. The sturdy conference room shook as if by some inexplicable force.

No, it was the spirits of everyone that were shaken.

The moment it was drawn, they seemed to see a radiant glow spill out, filling the hundreds-of-square-meter conference room, even eclipsing the color of the setting sun. The radiance then condensed into crimson and blue clouds, pressing down on everyone's heads, completely suffocating them.

Everyone present possessed extraordinary intellect and physical abilities, yet they were still overwhelmed by the imposing aura of the unsheathed Muramasa. They knew perfectly well that the strange phenomena before them were merely psychological suggestions brought about by the drawing of the demonic sword, yet they were completely unable to break free.

Even at this moment, they could not see the appearance of the demon sword itself, as if the blade had been completely fused into the radiance.

"That's right, it was this knife. It slashed down with a snap, making that guy cry. Then my connection with her broke, so I seized the opportunity and came crashing down."

What are you talking about?

209. Let's Fight! (Minor Revision)

Even Abigail, who seemed to be the youngest but was actually quite young at heart, couldn't help but show a loving expression when facing Luna.

Sitting on Fujimaru Ritsuka's lap, she stroked Luna's hair with her long sleeves that covered her palms: "Yoshi yoshi, be good, don't rush, tell us slowly and clearly~~"

"Hmm... I feel like I'm being underestimated!" Luna rarely showed a resentful expression. "Don't, don't be so arrogant. I, Luna, know everything about adult things like OO and XX!"

"Huh? Showing R18 to a consciousness that's less than a year old? You've got some nerve, little brother Kishibe."

"No, boss! I have a reason! Wait, why did you give yourself a buff?! My skull is going to crack!"

The shore-side desolation companions were defeated and could not rise again.

Lisa tossed Rohan aside like trash, her murderous expression finally calming down: "Despite Merlin's influence, this guy's nature is truly wicked."

"That's right! It's this very person!"

"Ok?"

“Sister is right!” Luna cleverly changed her words, avoiding the Grand Magician’s subtle sabotage. “I was sleeping soundly when this guy woke me up! He keeps saying he wants to awaken my true nature to fight against my powerful self. It’s so boring.”

Luna, who is as clingy as a kitten, reveals a tragic personality with the killer nature of a feline: "Other lives die, so I don't really care. That's why he keeps sending me piles of things to show me, trying to pique my curiosity. But I'm very clever, I saw right through him!"

"Then what about you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but ask from the bottom of her heart.

Luna smiled slyly: "Although fighting against yourself will only lead to your shattering at the slightest touch, you still have to seize the opportunity to enjoy fun and delicious food. Who doesn't want to be happy? So, taking advantage of this chance to be independent, I came here specifically to play with you. Hehehe~~ Aren't you happy? Play with me all day today!"

This statement naturally drew strong opposition.

Yukino Yukinoshita took the lead: "This is a critical moment. Everyone is busy preparing for the battle. How could Ritsuka have time to waste on shopping and having fun with you!"

Driven by a sense of competition, Yukino subtly changed how she addressed him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow sharply and slapped her cheek with her hand: "Oh dear, it's one thing for someone here to be afraid to fight me, but to interfere with others preparing for their battle with me? Are you really not a spy?"

Although the faint fragrance wafting from Shiwa was pleasant, these words prompted Fujimaru Ritsuka to try and defend Luna's position: "How could that be? Luna enjoys the things of ordinary society, how could she allow the real person to cause...destruction?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm was released.

Luna shook her head repeatedly with a mature air: "Oh dear, I just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to become independent and persuade Ritsuka to eat and drink with me as usual, and not to resist lest she seek her own death. Why did you have to actually say it out loud?"

A sense of impending crisis suddenly arose. Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could think, she immediately swung her Muramasa Tomomori to the right, but only managed to block the aftershock of the impact.

A deafening explosion rang out as the rarely used conference room in the mansion was pierced by a massive beam of light, creating a passage between the training ground and the conference room.

Dust flew everywhere. Fujimaru Ritsuka coughed and looked back. Besides a huge charred mark, there were two deep scratches made by his feet.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up warily, holding the Muramasa Muramasa and taking a serious stance. He was already standing on the training ground, signaling the muscular men who were still doing their self-training to step back, and looked at Luna, who was emerging from the dust, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Meanwhile, the companions who were just in the conference room had been scattered to the side by the sudden and massive impact, and were preparing to regroup.

Luna paid no attention to the Chaldea members slowly surrounding her. With her hands behind her back, she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with interest: "Did you feel it? My attack just now was pretty powerful, wasn't it? What if I told you that this was less than one-thousandth of the power that the real Shirohime you call her possessed?"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Rohan Kishibe shouted as he and Lisa Lisa secretly performed a spell from the side.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at her companions and, seeing that they were almost unharmed, felt relieved and waited for Luna's reaction.

Although a girl's heart is as unpredictable as the clouds in the sky, or as changeable as the weather in August, he still understood a bit of Luna's thoughts. She wouldn't actually turn on everyone and kill them all—it's more like she's...

"Of course, I'll say hello!" Luna raised her hand enthusiastically, making a cool gun-like gesture. "I've always wanted to be like Yuuka Kazami from Gensokyo, greeting people without saying a word, just by firing a magic cannon first! How well do I imitate her?"

Rohan, smiling wryly, advised her, "Stop playing around, Luna, this kind of thing..."

"Who said I was joking?" Luna interrupted Rohan Kishibe unhappily. "I was serious. I just said hello casually. If you can't even handle that, then you shouldn't even bother trying to fight her."

Rohan Kishibe mouthed to Ritsuka Fujimaru: It's up to you.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded knowingly: "So, is this greeting satisfactory?"

"Not enough, not nearly enough. Ritsuka~~ I don't care what the others are like. After all, I didn't even know them before." Luna covered her face with one hand and said irritably, "Are you really strong enough to face her? Show me what you're capable of."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped the others from getting closer with a look, quickly calculating Luna's thoughts: "So you mean... if I can show you the power you acknowledge, you'll be willing to fight alongside me?"

The others from Chaldea stopped in their tracks, having already understood Fujimaru Ritsuka's meaning: he would face this battle alone.

"Hmm... How cunning. But can you do it? Let the fighting decide!"

The fingers covering his eyes parted, revealing through the gaps crimson eyes filled with madness.

The moment the declaration began, Luna's soft, fluffy aura vanished, replaced by an incomparably ferocious fighting instinct.

The murderous intent from her memories caused Luna to instantly enter a berserk state.

She stomped her foot hard, and the training ground, which had been reinforced repeatedly at great expense, cracked inch by inch. But before the sound of the floor breaking could be heard, Luna had already left the spot.

Like tearing paper, Luna's perfect body broke through the sound barrier, leaving a long trail of white mist across the training ground.

Her soft hands had already transformed into incredibly sharp, blood-red claws, tearing mercilessly towards Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

There's no need to worry about whether those claws can tear her apart; the fact that the magical field around her body couldn't even hold her back for a second is enough to make it clear that Luna hadn't held back at all.

With a clang, Tomokari Muramasa was swung away by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The blade, as sharp as a crescent moon, clashed repeatedly with the blood-red claws, the physical body completely unfazed by the steel blade in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands.

Without even blinking, Fujimaru Ritsuka desperately activated [Eye of Karma], focusing intently on capturing Luna's attacks with the skill of [Sword Aesthetics], barely managing to withstand the onslaught of attacks.

"Not enough! Not enough! This level of skill, which can only defend against me, is simply not enough to face her!"

Luna roared and unleashed a barrage of attacks, growing faster and faster. In the center of their battle, even the flying steel plates and rubble were torn apart by the storm when they came within half a meter of them.

At this very moment, the area they are fighting against is a forbidden zone, the very center of a meat grinder-like vortex.

In the blink of an eye, Fujimaru Ritsuka was completely at a disadvantage and could only defend.

Three breaths later, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already begun to be cut by the aftershocks of the claw attack, and shallow wounds began to appear on the surface of her body.

Five breaths later, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been pushed back dozens of miles in front of him by the collision, actually retaliated with an attack in every three defensive maneuvers.

"Hahaha, Ritsuka, are you the kind of person who gets stronger by constantly fighting? Or do you have some new tricks up your sleeve?" After a slash from Muramasa Tomokari brushed past her ear, Luna became even more delighted, as if she were savoring a delicious meal at a top-notch restaurant.

Even Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't understand, but at this moment, his attention was completely focused on the long sword in his hand. As the attacks became more and more ferocious, he emptied his emotions, reflecting the claw strikes coming from all directions like an ancient well.

Even now, he hasn't had a chance to figure out what's special about Muramasa Tomokari, but he is very grateful to Muramasa Senko.

The Muramasa demon sword in my hand is so hard! It's fucking hard!

Those claw strikes, powerful enough to tear the earth apart and render steel as fragile as paper, would have caused any of my usual swords to groan in pain and break. But the Muramasa in my hand remained completely unaffected, untouched by the onslaught of the storm like a rock in the sea.

Even Luna sensed this unchanging feeling.

Even her specially condensed body was showing signs of fatigue during the collision, while the hard metal plate remained completely unaware.

"But this test ends here!"

Her close-range attack style changed in an instant; Luna transformed into a wind sprite and vanished without a trace.

Left? Right? Behind? No, it's above!

"Blow your breath!"

The enormous mana was easily controlled by Luna in just a few words, compressed into her palm, and then transformed into an attack that was stronger but had a smaller range than the previous cannon fire.

The power was confined to a small area by this True Ancestor, who seemed to control nature, making it an even more terrifying and unparalleled attack.

Without hesitation, Fujimaru Ritsuka wrapped the Crimson Lotus Flame around the Muramasa Tōmukari, and surging magical power condensed at the edge of the blade, unleashing his sword aura with an almost linear range.

The imagined explosion and roar did not come. The breath of spiritual energy clashed with the sword energy, and then they collided and disappeared almost annihilated.

"Hmm?" Luna showed a surprised expression, as if she had seen something rare, but she did not stop what she was doing and continued to call upon the nature that protected her.

There was no movement, and no words were spoken.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Luna's lines were a reminder before her sneak attack—a reminder to Fujimaru Ritsuka that she needed to change her attack method.

A gale arose from the void, inexplicably coalescing into a tornado that swept towards Fujimaru Ritsuka.

In the sweltering heat of July, the temperature suddenly plummeted to near the extremes of the North and South Poles, and the fierce winds further stripped Fujimaru Ritsuka of her body heat.

Even with a superhuman physique, Fujimaru Ritsuka still felt a momentary loss of control over her movements due to the cold temperature.

Wind blades, imbued with ice crystals, continuously flew out from the miniature tornado and slashed towards Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Without a moment's hesitation or pause, the crimson flames surged toward Tomokari Muramasa, transforming it into the edge of the sun's corona.

Grasping Tomokari Muramasa, Fujimaru Ritsuka spun around.

The fiery lotus of the sun bloomed across the training ground, shattering every incoming attack. Even the frigid winds and ice blades from the North and South Poles melted into water droplets under the sun's intense heat.

"It's not over yet! Come on! Take a look at it!"

Luna landed from the air, her hands plunging into the ground.