Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Oh dear, stop, Fujimaru-kun. I don't know where you got this information from, but there's no need to overreact like that!" Totsuka Saika said, a little flustered. "First of all, we're not using you, you know! Really! We just thought it was a minor disturbance by the cult, and that everything would be fine after we resolved the linking ritual on the ground."

"Who knew this guy would actually develop such power? I almost thought we had the Holy Grail. Besides, Hachiman Hikigaya didn't tell me anything before I joined the Reform Society and the Shinsengumi." Totsuka Saika clasped her hands together, pitifully pleading for Hachiman Hikigaya.

Hachiman Hikigaya didn't speak; he simply turned his head away.

Yukino Yukinoshita narrowed her eyes and remained silent; she was very angry.

But when Fujimaru Ritsuka heard a certain word, he felt relieved. He gestured for Yukino Yukinoshita to help him over. Yukino Yukinoshita frowned, but still did as he was told.

Totsuka Saika was a little anxious, and kept poking Hikigaya Hachiman with her finger, signaling him to speak.

Hachiman Hikigaya remained silent—yes, I want that thing so badly, I want it desperately. If I could cut off that guy's head with my own hands, perhaps I would have the right to say anything, but now that the enemy was completely dealt with by my friend, how can I bring myself to say it?

Let's think of another way. If all else fails, we can try going back there again...

"then!"

A dazzling light streaked across the sky, and Hachiman Hikigaya caught the flying object in astonishment, unable to believe it—you bastard, others may not know, but don't you understand the value of this thing?

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, "You...you're too selfish sometimes. Take it back, take it back, and tell Komachi that it's a gift from the handsome and invincible older brother."

"As for us..." He waved the object in his hand, a piece of metal that had been found among the fallen Mammon wreckage, gleaming with a black light and exuding an ominous aura. "I'll take this thing. You don't mind, do you?"

The strange atmosphere from before disappeared, and everyone relaxed.

Totsuka Saika laughed excitedly, as if he had won a prize.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stubbed out her cigarette, shook her head, and was just one sentence away from saying: "You guys are having so much fun with your friendship game."

Yukino Yukinoshita raised an eyebrow; the model student quickly grasped everything. Beside her, the clueless Yui Yuigahama still didn't understand, secretly activating her [Blessing of Wisdom] to sort out the whole story.

Hachiman Hikigaya's face turned red, and it took him a long time to finally utter a single sentence: "You still want to make a move on my sister? You scum!"

"...I'll win over your sister later!" Fujimaru Ritsuka retorted irritably, making a shooing gesture as if to swat away flies. "Get lost, and remember, you still owe me and Yukinoshita an apology, oh, and Yui-chan's too."

Hachiman Hikigaya and his companion turned around, waved goodbye without looking back, and walked away with a flourish.

ε=('ο｀*))) Sigh

“He’s so stubborn…” Fujimaru Ritsuka shook his head, then saw three pairs of bright eyes staring at him.

"Can you explain when you started targeting middle school students?"

Dangerous.

36. Guesses and Conversations

The cave continued to shake, seemingly becoming increasingly unstable after losing the [Drop of the Holy Grail].

Fujimaru Ritsuka changed the subject, saying, "Yukinoshita, Yuihama-san, and Hiratsuka-sensei, let's go out first, this place might collapse."

Yukino Yukinoshita snorted and, without delay, pulled the weak man forward quickly, as if she were pulling a doll.

Hiratsuka Shizuka watched as Yuihama, looking anxious as if she were trying to mediate the fight, followed along, finding it incredibly amusing—the pervasive, pungent stench of sourness.

She laughed and laughed, but then she couldn't laugh anymore. She gritted her teeth and followed the troops ahead.

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Sigh, so be it. I'll just live a lonely life like Martha. But seriously, isn't the match between Iron Fist and a single woman a bit too high?

An iron fist can break a steel dragon, but unfortunately it can't break a single person.

The poor single teacher quickened her pace, because if she slowed down, sadness would catch up with her.

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The four leaped out and returned to the black and white stadium.

The cave is still shaking, while the black and white stadium seems to be slowly regaining its color.

No, that's not correct.

Fujimaru Ritsuka deactivated her Heroic Spirit armor, changed back into her school uniform, and fully activated the [Eye of Karma].

In his view, the black and white curtain covering the stadium was shaken off and slowly sucked into the cave.

The cave itself seems to be collapsing, everything is shrinking towards one point, like a placenta being reborn.

"Ah..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes stung, as if they had been branded with a hot iron. He closed his eyes. The Eye of Karma was overwhelmed: what he was seeing seemed to be beyond his current capacity to bear.

Rubbing his red eyes and wiping away a few tears, Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, looking like a melancholy, tearful, beautiful young man.

The others, who had all changed back into their everyday clothes, looked at him and couldn't help but feel pity. Yukino Yukinoshita, who had been a bit cold in the cave, softened her tone: "Tell me, what do you think is going on with Hachiman Hikigaya?"

Nice! Yukino Yukinoshita isn't a heartless demon after all; she has a woman's maternal instincts, which is good. Next time she makes a mistake, she can just use eye drops to make up for it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a surge of relief and didn't hesitate: "The Holy Grail Drops should be needed by the Hachiman family. His sister's condition is probably not good."

? ? ? ?

The three of them looked like the old man on the subway with his phone, mainly because they couldn't quite understand his logic.

Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered for a moment and decided to give his analysis.

The situation is not hard to understand. During the tennis lesson in the morning, both Hachiman Hikigaya's remarks and the information he learned from Muramasa Senko led him to conclude that Hachiman Hikigaya's awakened Heroic Spirit had been present for some time.

He was troubled by the awakening of Heroic Spirits, possibly due to cognitive issues. But when Fujimaru Ritsuka heard about the Shinsengumi, she came to a conclusion—it wasn't just a cognitive problem.

"Aba aba... understand?"

A fist the size of a clay pot was waved in front of him, and Hiratsuka Shizuka said angrily, "Understand?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka, a caring teacher, was somewhat worried when she learned that something might happen to Hachiman Hikigaya's family. But Fujimaru Ritsuka's rambling explanations were really...

Fujimaru Ritsuka had no choice but to honestly state his conclusion: "In short, his sister may have awakened Okita Souji's power, but that congenital ailment also affected her, so the [Drop of the Holy Grail] may be the key item."

"I believe the beautiful, kind, and forgiving Yukino Yukinoshita wouldn't care about this small trophy. As for being deceived..." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged. "Actually, if he's from some organization that needs to keep his identity secret, then there's nothing to say. Besides, I feel that besides guiding us to solve the case, he also did his best. It just so happens that we have me as the countermeasure and the incredibly powerful Lady Yukinoshita!"

Yukino Yukinoshita crossed her arms and nodded confidently, her crescent-shaped eyes indicating that she was very pleased.

The two people next to me: You look so cool when you're reasoning, but you look so pathetic when you're trying so hard to flatter me.

Fujimaru Ritsuka scoffed at the looks from the two people beside her: "You think you can really appease Yukino Yukinoshita like this? Naive. It's just a way to save face." Although she was indeed becoming increasingly vulnerable to compliments about her beauty or strength.

Oh dear, I'm really worried that the symptoms will worsen. What if I end up flattering her seven times in one night? I can't let my comrade suffer. Should I take over?

Torn between heaven and man, suffering inner turmoil, that perfectly describes Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Alright, what are you still thinking about! Yukinoshita and Yuihama are already at the door, aren't you going to follow them?" A slap brought Fujimaru Ritsuka back to reality from her reverie—ah, really, those two were chatting and laughing as they were about to leave.

What a scumbag! She runs away after hearing sweet words! Just like those guys who grab their pants and run!

Fujimaru Ritsuka ran out in a mournful manner, when suddenly her collar was grabbed.

Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned, her earlobes slightly red: "Forget everything you saw in the cave, especially... clothes and stuff (whispering)!"

If you have a great figure, you should show it off! The more you show it off, the less people will think you're a tomboy, you know?

However, it's best not to say this in front of the murderous Hiratsuka Shizuka, or you'll be killed by Jacob's brothers!

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head and sighed seriously, "I used my Noble Phantasm today, and I exerted a lot of effort, so my memory seems a bit hazy. But if you give me your phone number, it will probably be harder for me to remember it."

"Heh~ Don't tease an adult! Never mind, it's probably about some kind of heroic spirit, right? Here you go."

After getting the number, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned and ran.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stood there, frowning, and stood there for a moment. She took out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled smoke rings of various sizes: "These are turbulent times... Where does this power come from? God, demon? Sigh, it's hard to say whether it's good or bad."

Listening to the laughter and conversation in the distance, she made a decision: "Sigh, as a teacher, I still have to protect my students."

She took out her phone and dialed a familiar number. The voice on the other end was pleasant and charming: "Xiao Jing? It's been so long. It's rare for you to contact me. Do you want to ask me out during the Golden Week holiday? Unfortunately, I'm out of town right now and can't help you with your blind date."

"Yang Nai, let's get straight to the point. I'd like to ask you to investigate some things."

"Hmm? It's rare for you to ask me for a favor. What is it?"

"As a local strongman in Chiba, do you have any unusual information?"

"..."

Yes, there are.

37. After a great battle, there will surely be delicious food.

dignified.

The atmosphere was solemn, and the silent war drums were beating. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Yukino Yukinoshita sat facing each other, holding tools in their hands, like warriors before going to war, determined not to return until Loulan was conquered.

Yui Yuigahama looked left and right in a panic, her bun on her head trembling slightly, seemingly intimidated by the astonishing fighting spirit.

What else can she do when she feels lost and helpless?

The only solution is to slowly stir the raw egg mixture with chopsticks.

"It's hot!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were sharp as a hawk's. "Bring me some oil!"

Yukino Yukino gracefully and precisely placed a piece of butter into the iron pot.

With a flick of her wrist, Fujimaru Ritsuka used long chopsticks to quickly move the melted butter around in the iron pot, spreading it evenly over the bottom.

"White sugar!"

Yukino Yukinoshita naturally picked up the jar and, with the air of an assistant surgeon in cardiac surgery, handed it to the surgeon in charge.

A thin layer of white sugar was sprinkled into the pot, where it melted and combined with the butter in the heat, turning into a beautiful brown color. The subtle aroma of butter made everyone's stomachs clench slightly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka held a wooden box covered with beef, the red meat interspersed with snow-white marbling, as beautiful as the patterns of fine marble.

Without further hesitation, the long chopsticks moved up and down, and the beef pieces fell into the pot, quickly meeting the butter and igniting instantly, just like the clouds and rain of Wushan on a rainy night.

But for Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is skilled in cooking and vows to catch up with the old lady in red, this is not enough.

It's just a simple love affair between butter and beef, how could that satisfy a well-traveled gourmand?

"No, you can't do this, you can't!" Yui Yuigahama cried, but how could she stop the merciless devil?

"I'm sorry..." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, "but only more intense stimulation can excite the veteran drivers!"