Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Fujimaru Ritsuka squinted: "In that case, let's call it 'Twilight Muramasa'!"

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41. Using references across different works is not advisable.

Senji Muramasa had no objection to the naming of "Twilight Muramasa," and most of the series he cast were named after XX Muramasa.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that the sense of déjà vu was too strong.

Before her transmigration, Fujimaru Ritsuka was obsessed with a game by Vanillaware called "Muramasa: The Demon Blade." Besides the cute and voluptuous fox spirit girls, the most eye-catching things were the various powerful demon swords.

A renowned sword, imbued with divine power, can transform into an ominous demon sword upon the stain of blood. Among these demon swords is one called "Twilight Muramasa," whose demon sword technique, "Wraiths Across the Land," unleashes eight evil spirits to attack the enemy—a highly effective move against single targets.

Most importantly, there is also a Senji Muramasa in "Muramasa the Demon Blade," who continues to forge swords even after death as a spirit, driven by a deep-seated grudge and a desire to create a supreme demon sword capable of severing cause and effect. The "Twilight Muramasa" is precisely the work of this persistent spirit.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked his chin and couldn't help but ask Senji Muramasa, "Speaking of which, Master, did you ever forge a demon sword for someone when you were with Tokugawa Tsunayoshi? You mean the kind that can sever cause and effect?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I would have died long ago by then!" Senjimura was holding the blade he had forged and installing accessories on it—attaching the arrowhead, tsuba, and handle, covering it with sharkskin, wrapping it with rope to prevent slipping, securing it with metal for the edging, and even finding a beautiful scabbard.

"Oh dear, maybe it happened after you died? Speaking of which, if the demon swords we forge break, can they be put back in their sheaths and automatically reconnect after a while?" Fujimaru Ritsuka persisted, still unwilling to give up.

Senjimura rolled his eyes: "If only demon swords were that convenient! If I got my hands on all five famous swords, I could just unleash the full power of the [Test Slash] on anyone I met, and do it dozens of times in a row. Wouldn't that be enough to punch Beast-class enemies and kick Grand-class enemies?"

"The top combat power isn't that low! At most, they can chop off a few shiny golden elbows!" Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed and echoed Senji Muramasa's nonsense.

Senjimura waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, go away, get out of here as soon as you're done forging. Do you think it doesn't require any resources?"

"Oh? So I can't just come in anytime, anywhere?"

Senji Muramasa ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "This time it was an exception because of the idea of ​​testing disciples; the fight in the dream doesn't count. Bringing you in with the materials has already consumed a lot of energy. Rather, if you hadn't defeated the guy in the underground cave and absorbed enough spiritual power, I wouldn't have been able to bring you in at all."

He was silent for a moment, then tossed the assembled katana over: "Keep getting stronger. One day, you'll be able to unleash this Reality Marble too, but this time I just helped you. The rest is up to you. Goodbye."

Taking the [Twilight Muramasa] with both hands, Fujimaru Ritsuka was back in the real world in a flash. He sighed, "Why is he like Old Sherlock Holmes? He never speaks human language, always saying 'the time isn't right.' But, at least Master has some conscience..."

He looked at the samurai sword beside him, drew it out and closed it again, and couldn't put it down.

Men's happiness is so simple and pure: a fun game, a weapon that gets them fired up, or even a Gundam model can keep them happily entertained all day.

Look at this scabbard, this sharkskin, and all these accessories—they're really impressive. But Master's hand speed is incredible; he assembled it so quickly. He must have superhuman strength.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, thinking of those blasphemous words about betraying her master and ancestors, vehemently slandered Senji Muramasa—it's definitely not because she holds a grudge against him for beating her so hard every night, making her scream in pain, it's definitely not.

However, with a blade nearly 90 centimeters long and an overall length of 1.1 meters, it seems difficult to carry around easily...

Fujimaru Ritsuka was troubled, and then the [Twilight Muramasa] in her hand silently disappeared into her body.

His pupils were unfocused, as if he were receiving some information. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he rubbed his throbbing temples: "[Battleground Creation] has actually turned into an invisible armor belt on my body?"

However, based on his experience, the power of [position creation] can still be reproduced in the future, it's just that it can only be manifested in this form for now.

"Even if it only turns into an invisible weapon belt, I'd accept it. But getting a future A-rank skill for free is still pretty awesome." Fujimaru Ritsuka was as happy as if she had seen Gabe Newell throw down a green sign for a 60% discount.

"It's time to touch her. I hope my master in my dream will be gentle." Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped the sweat off her body, took a shower, and went to sleep.

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In front of the station, Fujimaru Ritsuka yawned and walked with heavy steps, listlessly arriving at the agreed meeting point.

It was almost nine o'clock, but they hadn't arrived yet. Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't think much of it.

Punctual girls are rare, and punctual and beautiful girls are even rarer, as rare as capitalists with a conscience.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a can of high-proof black coffee from the vending machine and pulled the tab, hoping to perk herself up.

Last night in my dream, I was pinned to the ground and beaten by Senji Muramasa, who kept sneering as he hit me, saying things like, "You have a powerful arm, huh? You're fast, huh? I'll let you experience it properly." He also said things like, "A blacksmith's arm, how could it not be strong?" Only Muramasa himself was enjoying the atmosphere, while Fujimaru Ritsuka just thought he was being noisy.

"Hello, Fujimaru-kun, good morning!"

"Fujimaru, you should probably read less of those inappropriate publications at night. Teenagers need to take better care of their bodies." His barbed words were like ice cream in winter, chilling me to the bone.

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around, his eyes gleaming with dark circles, and saw Yuigahama Yui laughing heartily and waving enthusiastically. Yukino Yukinoshita stood beside him, watching him.

He didn't respond immediately, but first took a look at the two of them in their casual outfits.

Yui Yuigahama wore a fluffy white dress today, exuding a light and airy feel, giving off a youthful and energetic vibe typical of high school girls. However, her high and firm breasts added a touch of allure to her innocent appearance.

Beside her, Yukino's attire was simple and understated. She wore a long black dress, a white top, and a beret that perfectly complemented her look, exuding a literary air.

Only when Yukino Yukinoshita seemed a little embarrassed by his gaze did he slowly reply, "Thank you for your concern, Yukinoshita. I will take good care of myself."

He sighed and shook his head: "It's all because Yukinoshita's fighting style was too gorgeous, I couldn't sleep at all last night."

"Harassment! Scumbag! Lowest!"

"? Yukinoshita, I was summarizing the battle records, why did it bring up O's harassment?"

"Are you brave enough to do it but not enough to act on it?"

"Ah, so Yukinoshita prefers this type. I understand."

Yui Yuigahama watched the two switch roles and hesitated a bit: "Are you planning to debut as a stand-up comedy duo?"

"No way!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin: "I think Yukinoshita's debut in manzai will definitely bring a new audience to this ancient profession."

"That's enough!"

42. Can this tuft of hair be plucked off? (2/3)

The two continued their manzai practice until the train arrived at the station.

Yui Yuigahama has mixed feelings; the interaction between the two is increasingly resembling that of longtime best friends playfully teasing each other.

I was the one who met Xiaoxue first.

However, Fujimaru is indeed very cool. That slash in the underground cave was so heroic that even I thought it looked incredibly heroic.

Xiaoxue was attracted, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

"Yuigahama? Yuigahama?"

"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama snapped out of her reverie.

Yukino Yukinoshita helplessly pulled her arm: "We've arrived, it's time to get off. Did you not sleep well last night either?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged and sighed, "It's true that different people have different fates. With the snow falling, I can't say what good things Yuihama did last night."

"you shut up."

"Okay~" Yui Yuigahama stood up, patted her cheeks, and got out of the car, following the lead of Yukino Yukinoshita.

Hachiman Hikigaya's house wasn't too far from the station, and the three of them walked there in a short while.

This is a typical two-story detached house, with a sign that reads "Biki Valley" on the door.

Fujimaru Ritsuka went up and rang the doorbell.

"Coming~~~" A series of clattering slipper footsteps sounded, the door opened, and a small head peeked out, the Hachiman family's ancestral ahoge (cowlick) on her head twitching restlessly. A little surprised, she timidly asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka flashed a wide, professional smile, revealing eight teeth: "Hello, Komachi. We're your brother's friends, and we're here to visit."

bump!

The door was quickly slammed shut, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka feeling humiliated.

All that could be heard was Komachi Hikigaya's innocent and adorable voice piercing through the door: "Brother, brother, have you gotten into trouble? There's a guy outside who looks like a male escort and claims to be your friend! Komachi's scared. Should we run away?"

Damn brother complex, is he so obsessed that he just ignores me?

Fujimaru Ritsuka touched her nose unhappily, while the two people next to her covered their mouths and sneered secretly.

After a series of chaotic noises inside, Hachiman Hikigaya, sporting a messy hairstyle, opened the door: "Ah, I apologize for the poor hospitality, my little sister. Please come in."

After changing their shoes, the group went to the Hachiman family's living room and sat on the sofa to wait.

Komachi blinked her curious eyes and whispered in Hachiman's ear, "Wow, brother, you can actually make friends with such a handsome person." Komachi was shocked. Could it be that brother has finally mustered up the courage to take a new step in his life? Komachi will be lonely.

"What are you talking about? No matter how I change, Komachi will always be the cutest person in my heart, and no one can replace her. My little sister is the cutest in the world!"

"Hey, brother, you're really something."

(This guy's a potential criminal! I never knew Hachiman was like this!)

But the three people present were all very gentle, looking at him with protective eyes.

“It’s wrong to violate social order, Hikigaya-kun.” - Yukino Yukinoshita

"Wow, I never expected that someone who stays at home would have such a cute younger sister, but I should think twice before getting married." - Yui Yuigahama

"Crime, arrest." Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"What is this! Why are you all treating me like a pervert, and there's even someone who wants to arrest me right now." Hachiman Hikigaya complained with all his might, then took a breath and patted Komachi's head. "Can we go back to our room first? I have something to talk to my friends about."

Komachi Hikigaya obediently agreed and bowed politely to the three of them: "Then, older brothers and sisters, I'll leave my good-for-nothing brother to you for now. Have a good chat."

Yukino Yukinoshita watched Komachi skip and hop up the stairs, and couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that the bug-like Hachiman would have a younger sister who is the embodiment of cuteness."

"You think my sister is cute too, huh? Hehehe. By the way, Mr. Fujimaru Ritsuka, could you please look away a little?" A sinister light gleamed in Hachiman Hikigaya's eyes, and his sister-complex radar sensed a potential threat.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked away and turned to the other side: "No, I was just thinking, if I pluck that ahoge (cowlick), will your sister turn evil?"

"Don't give me that Chaldea reference! Who would understand that?!" Hachiman Hikigaya, having squeezed out the last bit of his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or sarcastic remarks) power from his very marrow, sat down on the spot, his whole body turning ashen.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up without hesitation, expertly rummaged through the tea leaves from the Hikigaya family, and brewed some for everyone.

"Eh, isn't this Fujimaru's first time here?" Yui Yuigahama was quite surprised by his overly practiced movements.

Pushing up her non-existent glasses, Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled: "This is just a simple psychological deduction, my friend. I've already established a preliminary framework for Mr. Hachiman, and it's quite simple to determine where he likes to keep his tea."

"How terrifying, she's practically a stalker. What's especially commendable is her shamelessness; she has absolutely no sense of being a guest." Yukino Yukinoshita picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said, "Hmm, but the tea is quite good."

"Lady Yukinoshita, you flatter me. It's just a small skill." Fujimaru Ritsuka bowed gracefully, showing no reaction to Yukino's cold words.

"Tsk."

Hachiman Hikigaya finally came back to life, took a sip of tea, and let out a long breath: "Phew~ I never thought that the tea leaves at home could be brewed to this level."

He put down his teacup, stood up, and bowed deeply: "I am very sorry for taking the spoils. For my lovely sister, I will do anything to make amends."