Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

He flipped through the documents with both hands while simultaneously keeping an eye on the surveillance video, doing all three at the same time without any delay.

This is made possible by the ability to "divide and conquer".

From the immeasurably large Albion tomb in London, humanity not only obtained a wealth of materials containing extraordinary possibilities, but also fragments of a knowledge system different from modern science.

There weren't many things that could be utilized, but through the experiments of brave individuals who aimed to surpass human limits, the possibility of transcending the mundane was still discovered.

The concept of "segmented thinking" is one of the less noticeable achievements.

It's considered unremarkable because even if an ordinary person trains successfully, they won't achieve any substantial improvement. Those with naturally low physical aptitude still can't utilize materials for self-improvement. But this is a secret technique that every ordinary person can try.

Through training, the brain can be virtually divided, permanently developing the ability to think in multiple directions. Unlike the multitasking of geniuses, "segmented thinking" can even create a virtual second personality using thought circuits, and it is more stable and less strenuous in multitasking.

But no matter how much effort you save, that's not a reason for you to dump this pile of survey results on me for analysis!

After working for a full three hours, Yang Nai covered his forehead wearily, but was pleased to see that he had reviewed more than 5% of the documents and videos.

bump.

A stack of files, roughly the same size as before, was piled on the table.

"Miss Yang, these are the newly retrieved files." A burly man nodded and bowed, trying to force a fawning expression.

The branch leader hid to the side, watching the burly man force an expression that could stop a child from crying at night, and felt very distressed: When I recruited members, I shouldn't have only focused on the muscular guys with high combat strength. Now the branch's investigation capabilities are not keeping up, and we can't even afford to entertain guests.

Looking around, the Fukuoka City branch chief felt a pang of despair. The vast Fukuoka City branch had no soldiers left to fight!

Forget it, I'll do it myself.

He smiled ingratiatingly, pushed past the burly man, and soothed the agitated Yang Nai.

"Sister, save me!" Yang cried out in her heart.

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As Haruno began to fall into an endless hell of overtime, Komachi Hikigaya was watching the three of them discussing how to disguise themselves.

Do we still need gas masks?

Fujimaru Ritsuka tentatively asked, which drew protests from the two: "It's too ugly! And it's too strange to walk on the street wearing a gas mask at this time."

You could have changed it nearby. Sigh, nothing can hide the ugliness.

After muttering a few complaints to herself, Fujimaru Ritsuka took out a mask, sunglasses, and a large hooded jacket from her bag.

"These are all fine, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka said smugly, hoping for praise.

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed, "Fujimaru, your paranoia is too strong. You even prepared all this for a trip. All you think about is how to hide your identity."

Fujimaru Ritsuka manipulated [Flame], creating a fiery question mark above her head: "Isn't it because I'm afraid of being discovered? Ultimately, I have no backing, and I don't know how to guard against others..."

Wait a minute, a glimmer of light flashed through Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind—this is promising! Why not rebuild Chaldea? Maybe it can attract awakened Servants and those with good natural affinity to come and see for themselves.

The true line of Chaldea is in Chiba. Great! Let's get started back in Chiba.

Seeing that he was deep in thought, the two of them didn't pay him any attention, picked up their coats and masks, and stuffed them into their backpacks.

By the time he came to his senses, everyone was already ready to set off.

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Hikigaya Komachi on the head and handed her a wooden amulet: "Stay in the hotel and be a good girl. If anything unexpected happens, this amulet from your big brother can help you."

Komachi nodded seriously: "Understood, I will wait obediently for my older brothers and sisters to come back, and remember to bring them some good food."

"Little glutton." Fujimaru Ritsuka ruffled her silky hair, picked up her backpack, and went out.

On the way back, they briefly discussed it and decided to go for it. Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed that the pervert had been somewhere for some time, perhaps having returned to the base and met his accomplices.

Hopefully, he has a lot of people around him, otherwise we'll have to hope that the "Special Affairs Bureau" that Hachiman Hikigaya mentioned can come in handy and extract all the intelligence from the prospective prisoners.

As he stepped out of the Okura Hotel, he looked up at the night sky over Fukuoka. It was covered with dark clouds, and there were no stars or moon in sight. It was a truly dark and windy night.

He sensed it carefully for a moment, then his expression turned strange, prompting Yukino Yukinoshita to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Let me take a look at the map first." Fujimaru Ritsuka took out the map from her bag and began to study it.

Looking at the detailed map in his hand, Yuigahama Yui couldn't help but exclaim, "Fujimaru-kun, why are you carrying such a detailed map of the area? Aren't tourist brochures enough for most people?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, studying the directions and distances, answered her question without looking up: "Isn't this normal? Suppose Fukuoka City is hit by an earthquake, riots, a zombie virus, an attack by Ultraman and monsters, or even burned into a singularity by Goetia, we can still obtain the relevant resources and take refuge in time."

"I think even with maps, the last two would just be an ugly struggle. Speaking of which, what exactly did you discover?" Yukino Yukinoshita was truly impressed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka spread the map directly on the ground and pointed out the location to them: "Look, we are now in Hakata Ward, which is a coastal area in the northern part of Fukuoka City."

He moved his finger, pointing northwest and drawing a circle: "And the general location of that pervert is here, north of Fukuoka Airport, near the Fukuoka Prefectural Government building and the prefectural assembly building."

Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama exchanged bewildered glances: "Are they targeting politicians and bureaucrats in Fukuoka Prefecture?"

They both shivered.

Although Fukuoka Prefecture is not part of Japan's three major metropolitan areas, it is the most populous and developed region in northern Kyushu. Besides the three major metropolitan areas, it is the only place with a population density exceeding 1,000 people per square kilometer. If the upper echelons of this area were to be wiped out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded: "That's not the case. It's hard to explain why they would hide in the Central District, which is theoretically the most heavily guarded area."

Incidentally, he dropped a bombshell: "And, Yukinoshita, your older sister Haruno is actually in this area as well."

57. Conversation in the Community Center (Transition)

Not far from the Fukuoka City Government Building is the Yoshizuka Community Center.

The so-called community center is a facility that is set up in every city in Japan. It regularly holds civic education activities, which are planned by local city residents and include activities such as expert lectures, music performances, skills learning, parent-child activities, and interest group performances. It undertakes the functions of civic education and local community cultural promotion.

This is similar to the Children's Palace in China, except that the community center is aimed at people of all ages.

When Yoshizuka Community Center was first designed, it also served as a shelter. Considering the safety of citizens in the event of a disaster, it was built to be sturdy and included several earthquake- and flood-resistant rooms.

Because of its status as a shelter, for reasons that everyone understands, it is located very close to county government offices and other administrative agencies, and can be reached by car in about ten minutes.

It was already 9 p.m., and the day's activities at the community center had long since come to an end. The staff members were leaving one after another, and the director, Jun Kamaki, stood at the door, seeing the staff off.

"Manager, you've worked so hard! Staying behind again for the final confirmation? How about we wait for you and go grab a drink together later?" The off-duty employees greeted him one after another, inviting him to join them for a social gathering.

Jun Kamaki raised his wristwatch and checked the time: "Excuse me, a friend is visiting me recently, and I have to go to Fukuoka Airport to pick him up at 10 pm tonight."

"Ah, thank you for your hard work. Let's have a drink together again next time."

"Okay, I'll definitely do it next time."

He watched his employees leave, the streetlights casting shadows on his meticulously combed hair. Approaching forty, Jun Kamaki was in his prime, his refined and elegant appearance, along with his still-slender and upright physique, making him the envy of countless men his age. Younger women who joined the company afterward often showed him affection.

Moreover, as a civil servant in Fukuoka City, he has a lovely daughter and wife, and his career and family life are both very fulfilling, which is truly enviable...

"Heh heh, I didn't expect that Lord Jealousy would have an executive living such an enviable life? Jun Kamaki, are you really not an undercover agent?"

From the shadows behind, a man voiced his doubts.

Jun Kamaki took out a handkerchief, removed his gold-rimmed glasses, and slowly began to wipe them: "Who knows? Perhaps I should envy their youthful energy? Perhaps I should envy their marriages that weren't filled with deception? Perhaps I should even envy their contentment with their mundane and unproductive lives?"

He put on his glasses, the glare obscuring his gaze. He completely abandoned his previous gentle, agreeable facade, his tone as chilling as a Siberian wind: "Don't make pointless probes. Wild Boar... are there only three of you high-ranking officers who came?"

He raised his voice, biting his knuckles with his teeth, furious.

The boar led the two out of the shadows, waving his hand casually, "There were originally three, but well, this guy's useless, so there are only two left."

The people next to the wild boar were a man wearing unicorn earrings and Akizuki Kozo.

When he was pointed at, he gritted his teeth, turned his head, and let out a heavy groan.

Blood seeped from the corner of Kamaki Jun's mouth. He seemed to be restraining himself, and after a long while, he snorted, "Come in and tell me what happened."

The door opened, and the four sat in the tea room. Kamaki Jun was the first to speak up: "Akizuki Kozo! Do you know that this operation is a deal between Lord Jealousy and other lords? If something goes wrong, you can't afford the consequences."

The wild boar chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, even the core item is ruined. If we weren't all family, you'd be nothing but bones by now, wouldn't you?"

As close as family? You wild boar, give me back the material you extorted from me first!

Akizuki Kozo was filled with resentment, but there was nothing he could do. When he moved his shattered rabbit-foot amulet to the safe house, he was caught by the two men and had no choice but to hand over the materials to save his life.

However, the boar's words did serve as a cover. Kamaki Jun's expression changed drastically. He urgently asked, "Everyone knows your illusion and hypnotic abilities. Plus, you had that sea monster's tentacles transplanted into you. Even the Fukuoka City branch manager couldn't stop you. Who exactly made the move?"

"Could it be that a skilled agent from the Special Affairs Bureau's Tokyo headquarters has arrived? One of those Onmyoji stationed in Kansai? Or that guy from the Shinsengumi?"

Upon hearing "Shinsengumi," the group trembled slightly. Akizuki Kozo shook his head: "Not 'Shinsengumi'..."

Yay!

"...but that's about right."

Seeing the angry looks in his colleagues' eyes because of his heavy breathing, Akizuki Kozo felt that if he didn't explain himself clearly, he would be walking out of the tea room sideways. He quickly said, "He's a successor! I'm sure that guy is a successor."

The word seemed to have a magical power; the entire tea room was so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop.

As the world began to change, those with the talent were delighted to discover that they could use materials to gain extraordinary abilities, skills that were originally only found in myths and legends. But it wasn't long before they realized that they were not the chosen ones.

Some people have never even come into contact with so-called "materials," yet they can awaken terrifying power out of thin air, and unlike the patched-up systems they glean from old documents. The power within these chosen ones possesses a complete system and unimaginable trump cards.

"Son of God," "Chosen One of Glory," "Transcendent One"... Extraordinary individuals address them with such reverence, but the most common title is "Inheritor."

The man wearing unicorn earrings, Sakagami Yusei, forced a smile: "Successors... well, they're nothing special. I even teamed up with the previous Lord [Greed] to fight against that Shinsengumi member. It's a pity that Lord [Greed] died in the end, but I still survived, didn't I?"

Are you talking about that time when you shot someone with a sniper rifle from eight miles away, and someone even used a knife to cut off the bullet?

The three of them were secretly grumbling.

The wild boar squinted, a cunning glint in its fat face: "But you're right, the [Inheritors] aren't so scary. As long as we don't come into contact with them, we'll be fine, right?"

Adjusting his glasses, Jun Kamaki understood: "So, to prevent the information from being handed over by the inheritor... no, it's very likely that the local special affairs bureau already knows about Kozo Akizuki's ordeal, so we need to create a time gap."

"No need to wait until tomorrow! Let's set off tonight. There are still high-ranking officials living near the county government, and... even excluding Akizuki Kozo's combat strength, we're more than capable of taking down the Special Affairs Bureau along the way."

His gaze swept over the wild boar, and his face returned to its harmless, obese smile, while Sakagami Yusei revealed a smile full of fighting spirit.

Pigs are indeed quite intelligent, but under orders, they can only cooperate. Just be careful not to let them slack off.

Having made up his mind, he coldly ordered Akizuki Kozo: "We will take 80% of the members who came this time. The rest will stay here with you to guard the escape route in preparation for our retreat."

Akizuki Kozo reluctantly lowered his head: "Yes."

"Then, everyone," Jun Kamaki revealed a maniacal smile, "the festival will begin early tonight!"

58. Actions by Both Sides

Kozo Akizuki sat in the chair, feeling somewhat uneasy, with a strange feeling of wandering naked in the street in the middle of the night.