Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"There..."

"Are you reinforcements? Please help me reach the gate to support the minister!" A man covered in wounds struggled to his feet, interrupting Fujimaru Ritsuka's words.

Yukino Yukinoshita narrowed her eyes and sneered at him unhappily: "We came here for personal reasons. You'll have to figure it out yourselves."

"As the official department suppressing Fukuoka City, you've fought like this and you still have the nerve to ask for help? If you can't even hold out long enough for me to complete my rescue mission, then you deserve to be treated like trash."

The man clenched his fists, roared, and slammed them on the ground before struggling to his feet: "Move everything out of the warehouse. The Fukuoka branch cannot be looked down upon by outsiders."

"Hmph." Yukino said nothing more, and pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka along as they continued towards the location he indicated.

"Seriously, couldn't you just honestly say, 'Hold on a little longer, we'll be right back'?" Fujimaru Ritsuka finally settled down and barely managed to keep up. "Besides, we don't need to wait for Yui behind us. Knowing her personality, she definitely won't have the nerve to stay. Even if she can't bring herself to do it, she can still be a shield..."

"Stop nagging! You're too slow." She picked up Fujimaru Ritsuka again and sped forward.

The Special Affairs Bureau's position was indeed precarious. The main gate of their traditional Japanese-style compound faced north, while the enemy had scaled a 5-meter-high wall to the west. Their defensive line was now quite close to the center of the compound. And in the direction Fujimaru Ritsuka was pointing, there were already sporadic gunshots.

Ignoring the enemies on the road, they sprinted forward. There were already more than twenty enemies around the house ahead, suppressing the members of the Special Affairs Bureau.

That was their destination.

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Yang leaned against the wall, her face deathly pale from blood loss. She covered the wound on her side with her hand, looked at the fallen man, and gave a bleak smile.

"One for two, not a bad deal. The blood of those with over-exploited abilities is red too."

The battle line had just collapsed once, leaving them with no choice but to defend indoors. Meanwhile, the muscular man beside her fell completely into a trap and was killed in a two-on-one ambush, forcing her, an ordinary person, to risk her life as well.

Recalling what had just happened, Yang felt only a sense of relief.

After the guy whose name I forgot was Yamada or Sugita was ambushed, two thugs from the Seven Deadly Sins, relying on their magical powers to build up their defenses, smiled and tried to make a move on Haruno, playfully slashing her thigh with a knife.

Then the amulet in Yang Nai's hand cracked, and a scarlet ball of light leaped out, engulfing one person and breaking the magic defense of the other.

While the man was still in shock, Yang used his split-thought ability to calculate the ricochet trajectory under cover and unexpectedly killed the last person.

"But judging from the sound, it seems like things outside aren't holding out much longer either. Ah, I really want to see Yukino again, and eat some more of Fukuoka's delicious food together... There are so many things we haven't tried yet..."

Even though she managed to stop the bleeding by bandaging the wound with her clothes, the side effects of blood loss made her feel dizzy and disoriented, and her eyelids kept wanting to close.

I think I heard the sound of a wall being punched through; it's so strange.

"elder sister!"

She even experienced auditory hallucinations...

"Sister, wake up! It's me, Yukino!"

Is this not a hallucination?!

As she was being shaken, Hinano finally opened her eyes, her pupils contracting sharply.

Her long, violet hair cascaded down from the hood, and within arm's reach, she could smell Yukino's citrus-like fragrance.

Although she was wearing a mask, Yang Nai recognized her familiar features at a glance as her younger sister.

She appeared to be wearing a thick trench coat, but it was unbuttoned in the middle, completely open to reveal her cute little belly button and thin chest. She was wearing a pair of pants that were clearly a makeshift outfit.

The alien-shaped legs, made of swords and spikes, are so exquisite and elegant that they resemble works of art, while the cute long sleeves with overturned hands have a graceful and agile feel, like a swan taking flight.

Yukino's mind was a little slow, and it took her a while to shout out, "Yukino, how could you wear such a shameless slut outfit!"

"Pfft." Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't cover his mouth. Under Yukino's sharp, murderous gaze, he said sheepishly, "Ah, I'm going to support the Special Affairs Bureau up ahead. You guys talk, you guys talk."

Behind them, a conversation could be faintly heard coming from inside the room, which hadn't been closed:

"Is this the time to talk about this? How is your injury?"

"The injury is a minor matter, compared to this! Was that Fujimaru-kun just now? Turns out you're all not ordinary people, and I'm the only one kept in the dark?"

"Sister, stop being unreasonable."

"I want it! I want it!"

So even the beautiful Haruno has her moments like this. Let Yukino comfort her sister who just narrowly escaped death. I'll handle this.

Fujimaru Ritsuka drew the Twilight Muramasa from her personal workshop, sword in hand, and walked out through the main gate with an air of grandeur.

Is this guy out of his mind?

The Special Affairs Bureau members, who were barely holding on in the shadows, saw Fujimaru Ritsuka appear. They were half surprised and delighted to have reinforcements, and half disappointed that they were alone.

But when they saw him walk out of the exposed main entrance, a young member in the shadows couldn't help but want to rush out and pull him back.

A hand pressed down on his shoulder, stopping his movement.

It was the veteran members who stopped him from making any rash moves. He tried to break free: "Let me go, Uesugi-senpai. How can we let the people who came to support us be exposed to the enemy like this? Even the director in armor would be injured by more than thirty people attacking him, let alone him dressed in such defenseless clothes."

The veteran member continued to exert himself, blood seeping from his bandaged shoulder. He smoked a cigarette and said calmly, "Don't worry, it's time for the performance."

Bullets and spells flew everywhere, but Fujimaru Ritsuka dodged them all as if taking a leisurely stroll, arriving alone at the open space in front of the house. He raised the Twilight Muramasa, its blade gleaming faintly with purple light in the darkness.

He flicked the blade lightly with his hand, listening to the crisp sound, then narrowed his eyes and said loudly, "The Seven Deadly Sins? Or are you a member of some organization? Surrender now and you might still save your life."

The battlefield seemed to be paused for a moment, as if the action had been put on hold.

The young member who had just left gaped in disbelief: "How dare he be so arrogant in trying to persuade someone to surrender? How could he dare..."

The next moment, the battlefield erupted like a boiling oil pan:

"Kill this guy!" came the angry shout.

"Trying to look cool before you die? Naive guy." These were words of envy.

"Hold back a bit, don't make it all tattered, I want to have some real pleasure!" A lewd desire.

"Let me wash up and cook after I'm done." There are even plans that go beyond the limits of human decency.

Bullets, flames, shadows, lightning, and magical arrows all swarmed towards Fujimaru Ritsuka in an instant.

Both murderous intent and lust were concentrated on him.

This is it!

Light began to surge. Eyes as clear as golden crystal reflected every attack.

The landing point, speed, power, and source were all taken into view.

Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned triumphantly, lowered her body, and began her sprint.

The shattered defensive barriers were easily ignored, bullets and spells were dodged, and any attempts to bind or restrict their abilities were easily broken by magic. If there were no openings, they would use their blades to knock down attacks.

He was like a ghost on the battlefield, like Achilles running across the Trojan battlefield, easily dodging or breaking through enemy attacks and overcoming all obstacles.

"The first one!" With unstoppable strides, Fujimaru Ritsuka appeared before the enemy. In his terrified eyes, she plunged a knife into his abdomen, the surging magic overwhelming his resistance. "Don't worry, he can survive with timely treatment, right?"

He had no intention of being as merciful as some little marshmallow, only using the back of the knife to chop people. Avoiding vital organs like the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys when stabbing was already considered showing mercy.

He dodged the incoming fireballs, then watched as his brother, who might still be salvageable, was accidentally injured, screaming shrilly as he turned into a human torch.

Oh, you two have a grudge against each other, don't you?

He whistled, completely unconcerned, his mind at peace.

He had already overcome this problem when he used illegal means to sneak into university anatomy classes.

Let's move on to the next one.

The young member watched as Fujimaru Ritsuka's ghostly figure fell one by one in her path, and couldn't help but swallow hard: "What's going on? Why are they so weak... No, that's not right."

"Our unexpected reinforcements are too strong. After all, he might be a successor..." The old member stubbed out his cigarette and forced himself to stay alert. "Gentlemen, how long are you planning to wait? We'll support him immediately!"

"Yes!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the people behind her also starting to suppress the members of the Seven Sins Sect, and smiled: "Not bad, you're starting to react so quickly. Let's go big then."

Use the hilt of your sword to knock the enemy unconscious, lest there be no survivors. Fujimaru Ritsuka extends her left hand.

After using [Mugen Sword Technique] last time, he gained a deeper understanding of the power of Senji Muramasa, and it was time to try a new approach.

"The essence is revealed. The concept is brought to a close. The forging begins."

Magic surged, a wind began to sweep across the entire area, sparks rose and drifted into the air, slowly condensing into dozens of simple swords.

"Although the numbers are insufficient, the power is weak, and the speed is too slow, it's enough to deal with you. Take this [Pseudo-Unlimited Blade Works]!"

The boy smiled broadly from behind his mask, and with a forceful swing of his left hand, a rain of swords and blades poured down.

The enemies watched in horror as the rain of steel fell, but suppressed by the Special Affairs Bureau's attacks, they had no chance to dodge under the [Eye of Karma]'s gaze, and could only let the swords pierce through them.

Worried, Yukinoshita Haruno, with Yukino's help, leaned against the window to observe.

As Fujimaru Ritsuka stood still, she heard Yukino whisper, "It's over."

Puzzled, she held her breath for a moment—the swords unfolding in the sky, even in their simple creations, still reflected the unique aesthetic ideals of the swordsmith.

A rain of steel fell from the sky, and flowers of slaughter bloomed on the ground.

The ordinary boy stood proudly, his back to them, as if gazing at a monarch on an iron throne.

The wails and screams of the enemy were the most moving music to Yang Nai at that moment.

She gripped Yukino's arm tightly, her face flushed: "How powerful! Is this what a superhuman is?"

"All that fancy stuff is for clearing out the weaklings." He scoffed.

Yang was speechless, but when she saw the barely perceptible smile on her younger sister's lips, she felt a pang of sadness: the cabbage has grown up and knows how to find someone to pluck it up.

—However, Yukino doesn't seem too uncomfortable with this situation. What exactly happened?

If Fujimaru Ritsuka heard the question, she would definitely tell her: "If you clear the underground cave three times in a month, and also kill a crazy monster, and then have your brainwashed by that sadistic expert Melt Lilith's memories (the key point), you can also graduate from adolescent troubles."

However, none of that mattered. Yang didn't continue thinking about it and gestured for Yukino to help her over.

"Ah, Haruno-nee, don't move around if you're injured. You're not a combatant from the Special Affairs Bureau," Fujimaru Ritsuka greeted her, her tone rather sarcastic.

The Special Affairs Bureau members blushed, but couldn't refute it. After all, Yang Nai, as a civilian employee, had also been injured; it was indeed their failure to protect her. They could only bury themselves in cleaning up the battlefield and furiously finish off the seriously wounded enemy.

"Yes, I also think my sister is worrying too much. Even capitalists get exploited one day." Yukino chimed in, venting her frustration.

The speed of last-hitting is faster now.

Instead of offering the Special Affairs Bureau a way out as usual, Yang Nai stumbled over and grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand: "Go to the branch chief quickly. If something happens to him, the Fukuoka branch will be in big trouble."

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at her blue eyes and immediately understood the key point—if the person in charge of the branch fell, the order maintained in this area would be disrupted.

He nodded, left Yukino to protect his sister, gave her some instructions, and then headed towards the gate.