Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

She didn't say it aloud—after seeing Haruno for a while, Yukino sensed an incongruous aura lingering on her.

"That's settled then. We'll leave tomorrow. You'll be in charge of dealing with Hikigaya and Komachi."

Hachiman Hikigaya nodded in agreement, his face contorted in pain.

It was almost noon, and everyone was preparing to go home to make their travel plans.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little excited: a wider world was unfolding before him, what would happen next?

He touched the corners of his mouth that were turned up in a smile—oh dear, I really am an adventurous weirdo.

45. Sister Complex Alert at Full Speed ​​(3/3)

Narita Airport, May 2.

Wearing sunglasses, Yukino's fair arms were faintly visible through her chiffon lantern-sleeved top, and her long legs were accentuated by short hot pants. Her stunning figure frequently attracted the attention of passersby at the airport. She raised her arm and glanced at her watch.

There's less than half an hour until boarding and security check, why hasn't Yukino arrived yet?

Yang Nai felt a bit annoyed when she thought about how Yang Nai had refused to go with her that morning.

"I need to use the family car to pick up some friends."

Where are you from? Do you need my Yukino to pick you up? Don't you have legs? Not only did you make me book your plane ticket, but you also made me miss out on time with Yukino.

Haruno felt a little melancholy, as if Yukino had changed. She used to be so cute and easy to tease.

However, let your sister inspect your friends to see if any pests have infiltrated.

A sharp glint flashed in Yang Nai's eyes; she didn't want to see any more people like Hayama Hayato.

A black sedan pulled up, its gleaming flying fish logo, its spotless body, and the driver with a meticulously styled haircut in the driver's seat.

Yukino recognized the car as her family's and clicked her tongue. As the door opened, she quickly adjusted her expression, putting on a warm, spring-like smile as she went to greet it.

Yukino came down with three strangers.

As Yang walked forward, he subtly observed the others.

A teenage JC (high school student), seemingly cute, a little mischievous, but quite reserved and safe.

A busty, pink-haired high school girl exudes an air of nonchalance; even in a popular group, she's the one who gets bullied, barely safe.

Oh, there's another guy...

Yang Nai paused, her sister complex radar was flashing warnings frantically, just like when Tiga was frustrated.

The boy had a well-proportioned physique, seemingly the result of years of exercise, appearing strong but not bulky. His short, wispy black hair accentuated his innocent, puppy-like smile. His blue eyes were as clear as aquamarines.

But Yang knew that aquamarine contains beryllium compounds, and the dust from its mining is toxic and cannot be expelled once inhaled.

And those azure eyes are poisonous.

The boy ran to the back of the trunk to get his luggage, and Yukino forced a smile as she approached Yukino: "Yukino, these are your friends, aren't you going to introduce them to me?"

"Hello, Yukinoshita-neechan, I am Yuigahama Yui."

"Hello, big sister, I'm Komachi Hikigaya."

The two greeted each other awkwardly. Regardless of anything else, Haruno exuded a mature and cheerful aura that made the two girls envious.

Yang Nai returned the greeting with a self-introduction, then nudged Yukino with his elbow and teased her in a seemingly casual manner: "By the way, is that your little boyfriend over there?"

Yukino gave a cold look, feigning a headache, and said fiercely, "Sister, stop talking nonsense. Fujimaru is just an ordinary friend of mine, just like Yuihama."

hum.

Yang Naixin sensed something was wrong. Although her sister's eyes and expression seemed the same as when she was being teased, who was Yang Naixin?

Yukino Yukinoshita is a professional level 10 cold reader of facial expressions.

She emphasized her words and raised her voice while speaking; she bit her lip slightly during the conversation; and most importantly, given Yukino's usual behavior, she would at most say a cold "no," but she ended up explaining so much!

Alright, the culprit who stole my cabbage has been found!

Yang smiled and chatted, but her eyes glanced sideways, carrying a murderous intent that went unnoticed by anyone.

As Fujimaru Ritsuka was taking his luggage out of the trunk, he overheard Yukino Yukinoshita's loud argument. He replied irritably, "Why do you have to loudly proclaim that I'm your friend? Yukinoshita, you're just like a little kid who just got a lollipop."

"Who's the child? You?"

“Whoever was so excited last night that they texted about Cat Island and planned the route is a kid who couldn’t sleep before the picnic.” Fujimaru Ritsuka put down her luggage, ignored Yukino Yukinoshita’s protest, and with a gentle smile, subconsciously extended her hand, “Hello, I’m Fujimaru Ritsuka, you must be Yukinoshita’s older sister, nice to meet you.”

Oh no, because the person opposite me was a mature woman, I subconsciously reached out my hand according to my habits from my past life.

Fujimaru Ritsuka realized that it was a bit impolite—Japanese high school students weren't mature enough to shake hands.

But a fragrant breeze wafted closer, and his hand was enveloped in soft warmth. Haruno greeted him quite closely, "Hello, Fujimaru-kun. It's rare to see Japanese people greet each other with a handshake. Are you mixed race? Wow, your eyes are beautiful. Could it be that our Yukino likes your type?"

A sense of incongruity washed over her, and Fujimaru Ritsuka awkwardly took a few steps back, avoiding Haruno's passionate advances.

Yang was surprised by Fujimaru Ritsuka's actions. She tilted her head, stuck out her pink tongue, and chuckled as she asked, "What's wrong? I thought Fujimaru-nii was an extroverted person. Did I offend you? I apologize."

Feeling the cold gaze behind her, Fujimaru Ritsuka calmly withdrew her hand: "Nothing's wrong. I'm just a little uncomfortable seeing a beauty like Yukinoshita for the first time."

To be honest, it's quite enjoyable to hold hands with a beautiful woman and not let go, if her sister and friends aren't looking at her with 'You're really like this, Fujimaru' eyes.

Yukinoshita patted Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder hard: "You're really good with words, bro~ Yukino probably likes you for that."

That smooth-talking, frivolous guy isn't taking the bait... No worries, we'll have plenty of fun in the next few days. Just wait and I'll expose your true colors!

Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't expected to be labeled with such a strange tag just because of his handshake. He casually changed the subject: "I don't know, we're just ordinary friends... What exactly does Yukino like about us friends? After all, she's a tsundere."

“Yes, she’s a tsundere.” Yukinoshita Haruno wholeheartedly agreed.

Yukino smirked, revealing a sadistic smile deeply influenced by Meltlilith's teachings: "You two over there, chattering away and talking behind people's backs, can't you use your time? We need to board!"

When Yukino heard Yukino speak in such a tone for the first time, she trembled.

Fujimaru Ritsuka fell silent, obediently switching into a sycophantic manner: "Oh, Yukinoshita-sama, you've really gone to a lot of trouble. Here, let me carry your luggage as a thank you for planning the route."

"Oh? That's what you should do, hurry up." Yukino Yukinoshita snorted and instantly became the leader of the group, walking into the airport empty-handed.

"...Wait, wait for me!" Yang Nai suddenly realized that she had been left behind, and quickly picked up her small suitcase and followed.

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Somewhere in Fukuoka Prefecture, the group's destination, an unseen conversation was taking place.

"With no movement for so long, that greedy fool has failed, hasn't he?"

"Hmph, wanting to become Mammon? How arrogant." In the dimly lit room, six unrecognizable people were talking together.

On the round table, seven strange symbols slowly glowed.

46. ​​Amaterasu: His faith is no less powerful than mine.

The room was dark and airtight, with only a skylight in the roof.

Light streamed through the skylight decorations, casting a shadow on the center of the round table composed of a longhorn goat's head and an inverted pentagram.

In the shadows where no light shines, seven symbols ripple like breathing, shimmering with light.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka were here, he should be able to clearly recognize that this is a symbol represented by the Seven Deadly Sins.

The familiar Mammon symbol looked much dimmer compared to the other six symbols.

Knock knock.

The person sitting in the direction the goat's head in the shadows pointed tapped the table lightly, interrupting the conversation of the group that had spoken earlier: "[Jealousy], why are you mocking [Greed]? His attempt to become Mammon failed, isn't that a bad thing for us?"

"Ahhh, how enviable, [Pride]. Your focus on [Greed] makes me want to do great things too." The figure called [Envy] let out an androgynous groan, hugging its shoulders and twisting its body.

"Stop talking nonsense, [Jealousy]! You used the Oath Technique to summon our projections, did you just to provoke [Pride]?" The person on the side of the [Wrath] symbol slammed his fist on the table impatiently. "Speak up! One of the Seven Deadly Sins is missing, and everyone is busy stabilizing the ritual!"

"Your energy is enviable, muah~" [Jealousy] blew a kiss.

[Anger] fell silent, his symbol beginning to dim. [Jealousy] was unconcerned by his actions, laughing, "Don't be so hasty. If I knew why that fool [Greed] was so confident, why wouldn't I?"

The symbol for "anger" stopped changing. Not only him, but everyone's eyes were fixed on "jealousy." Whispers inexplicably filled the air, their meaning indiscernible, and a chilling wind seemed to rise from the sealed surroundings.

In the dimly lit room, the gates of hell were wide open.

[Jealousy] Oblivious to his surroundings, he cupped his cheeks in his hands, sighing with ecstasy, "Ah, to be the focus of attention from five people at the same time, I'm so jealous of myself today. What will I do if I can't experience this feeling again...?"

Even among the Seven Deadly Sins, this guy is probably the craziest one... and extremely cunning as well.

Pride rubbed his temples, looking troubled, and said, "You win. Tell us, why is Greed, who has been recognized by the Seven Deadly Sins for less than a year, so confident in transforming into Mammon through an ascension ritual?"

"All your forces in Japan must be at my command and arrive in Fukuoka within a day."

"Impossible! I could accept it if it were limited to Kyushu Island." [Arrogance] flatly refused.

"Then I need three more [foreign items], including gold-tier ones that I can choose myself."

The five people exchanged glances and finally nodded in agreement.

Jealousy laughed: "That all started with the Drops of the Holy Grail..."

The eerie language echoed in the room for a long time. The group seemed quite satisfied and disappeared one by one.

Everything inside vanished, and the mist obscuring her appearance dissipated. [Jealousy] pulled out a map, caressing it as if it were a treasure, a flush rising on her sickly pale face: "Ah, how wonderful! Daozhen Gong, a great man in life, even after death he was deified, and might even be brought back to life through faith and [Otherworldly Objects]. It's truly enviable... truly makes one want to destroy it... Heh heh heh heh heh!"

A sickly smile echoed in the room, and the already wrinkled map clearly bore the inscription "Dazaifu Tenmangu Shrine".

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"Yuigahama-neechan, isn't Sugawara no Michizane a historical figure? Why is he enshrined at Tenmangu Shrine?" In the spacious business class cabin, Komachi, holding a travel brochure in her hand, asked Yuigahama Yui with a smile.

Yui Yuigahama stammered, "Yes, why is that?" while casting a pleading look at Ritsuka Fujimaru beside her.

Her record in Japanese history has always been mediocre, and after awakening the power of Suzuka Gozen, she gradually came to agree with the Heroic Spirit's thoughts: activating the [Blessing of Wisdom] is really meaningless.

But is it really worth it to be bullied by middle school students?

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed inwardly, deeply worried about Yuihama's future. He took the initiative to chime in, "This is what you call being recruited, Komachi-chan."