Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

The magic there is still fiercely battling; hang in there, you complete stranger.

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"Your armor is corroded and torn, your body is invaded by poison, your internal organs have been severely damaged, yet your magic still managed to block a sniper shot from a [Wrathful] executive." Kamaki Jun revealed a smug, cat-and-mouse smile. "But how much longer can you hold out?"

"Listen! Whether in the center or on the western front, the sound has ceased. Your men must all be dead. Why continue to hold on?" The vicious words, accompanied by eerie hissing sounds, disturbed the knight's mind.

The knight, his armor tattered, spat out a mouthful of blood: "I have to take someone down with me so I can give my old subordinates an explanation at Yomotsu Hirasaka."

Raising his greatsword, he launched what was perhaps the last charge of his life.

Achievements and Bonus Chapters

I'll update in ten minutes. First, let me talk about the initial subscription situation.

The initial order was around 700, and the average order volume was about the same, but the experts all said it could reach 1,000 average orders, and I believed them.

Thank you everyone for your support! This is a great achievement for a new author and a new book. I'll work even harder!

First, some bad news: there won't be a bonus chapter for the 1000 first-subscription milestone. Sorry to the editors and readers for not following their predictions (?_?).

Good news: The memorial service didn't reach 1000 first-day subscriptions, so there's an extra chapter. That makes it three chapters today!

By the way, I got scolded by a big shot I know yesterday. He said, "Why aren't you updating 8K four times a week? You've reduced your exposure, and it's making it tiring for readers to read. I'm so sorry, it's my first time publishing, I have no experience!" _(:ι」∠)

Anyway, please give me some points and click the subscribe button (?ω?).

I should add more bounties on razor blades and daily tweets at the beginning of the month. Even if I don't reach those goals, I'll probably still add extra chapters. Thank you for your votes and subscriptions!

Chapter 61, You've got enough NP? (1/3)

“Then let’s deliver the final blow and turn the city into our dining table.” Jun Kamaki grinned, then his smile froze as he looked at the blade protruding from his chest.

Such a cool pose, such a beautiful back, it would be a shame not to stab him.

When Fujimaru Ritsuka arrived, two enemies were standing between the gate and the courtyard, blocking Kurosaki Kuzu's path to reinforcements. The guy who was laughing maniacally to himself was showing his completely unguarded back, practically luring him into a fight.

At this moment, Kirei Kotomine, Professor Rafe Esquith, Mr. Bay, the Second Master, and the Old Sword were all cheering for him. Ah, another excellent traitorous comrade has joined our ranks.

“No, I shouldn’t be thinking about Professor Rafe right now.” Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed and drew the blade horizontally—the feel was wrong; it didn’t feel like piercing the heart or lungs.

tear.

Kamaki Jun's body was like a thin snake skin being easily torn open, and an underdeveloped snake-bodied monster with a human head escaped from it, wielding a poisonous fang dagger, and barely deflected Twilight Muramasa's slash.

He, or rather she, stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka with his green snake eyes filled with resentment, but the dagger he was using to block was gradually losing its strength.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, as the scene before him did indeed distract him.

A man turning into a snake woman/Naga? Goodness, is your organization always this unconventional? Why don't you consider going to the Lord of the Restroom next door to switch to the witch class?

Kurosaki Kuzu paused in his charge, then swung his two-handed sword and furiously attacked the boar, trying to stop him from returning to help. But the boar showed no anxiety, calmly blocking the attack with his hands covered in black fur.

"Aaaaaah!" A frantic scream erupted from about 500 meters away from the battlefield.

"Watch out, there's..." Kurosaki Hisatsu's warning didn't reach Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears before the scene changed.

As if in response, the disheveled Jun Kamaki let out a piercing scream, as unpleasant as scratching a blackboard with fingernails, and a strange mental fluctuation emanated, impacting Ritsuka Fujimaru's brain.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was momentarily dazed. The strange fluctuations of the song did not affect him, but the loud noise made him lose his focus for a moment.

Kurosaki Hisatsu was in even worse shape, retreating like a drunkard, barely managing to maintain a defensive stance while holding his greatsword.

But his opponent, the wild boar, completely ignored him, and the wild boar also started howling.

The magic within his body exploded, and the black fur on his arms wriggled and covered his entire body, while the phantom of golden tusks vaguely appeared at the mouth of the wild boar.

He exerted force with his feet, and the ground seemed to be pounded by a giant's hammer. Dust exploded and splashed, and waves of magical energy swept across the ground, shaking the standing posture of everyone present.

The boar raised its fists high and charged towards Fujimaru Ritsuka with the force of a raging torrent. The golden tusks that were about to solidify were aimed directly at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Taking advantage of Fujimaru Ritsuka's unsteady footing, Kamaki Jun used his long tail to roll repeatedly to the side, avoiding the boar's charge. He crushed the venomous dagger in his hand, transforming it into a yellow-green ball of light that shot like a meteor towards Fujimaru Ritsuka's left abdomen.

Further away, a line of fire, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, arrived first despite being delayed, aiming for Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.

Kamaki Jun was overjoyed: They had discussed what to do if they encountered a successor before they came.

According to Akizuki Kozo's account, they believed that the other party had not been awakened for long. Even if they interfered during the attack on the Special Affairs Bureau, they should be able to take them down together, or at the very least, injure or repel them.

Therefore, during the initial battle, he and the boar held back their trump card, obtained from the materials, and only let Sakagami Yuumasa, who could ambush from a distance and had time to recover, make a move once. Although it was unexpected that the enemy arrived within ten minutes of our attack, victory ultimately belonged to us.

Kurosaki Hisatsu had already shown a look of despair—just during their exchange, a single sniper shot from afar had nearly crippled him.

He had no idea that the enemy had so many trump cards up their sleeve.

The boy is probably doomed, so I have no choice but to burn my life out and fight to the death.

Kurosaki Hisatsu gripped the sword hilt tightly, his depleted magical energy operating beyond its limits. He was about to burn his soul and life to the point of exhaustion, taking someone down with him as he regained his balance, to avenge the boy... Huh?

"Fancy!" Mysterious patterns lit up the blade of the Twilight Muramasa. In the dark and deep purple light, six crimson orbs flew up, and the hideous faces of vengeful spirits appeared on the orbs, roaring silently as they collided with the incoming sniper bullets.

Flames burst forth, but were silently extinguished by pure resentment.

The crimson flames, burning away all grievances and subduing all demonic energy, coiled around the blade. Fujimaru Ritsuka flicked her wrist and effortlessly slashed away the approaching yellow-green light with a right-hand slash. The venom that burst forth was evaporated by the flames and blown away by the pressure of the sword. Then she smiled as she watched the wild boar charging towards her.

The two equally skilled officers' trump cards were easily broken, and the wild boar was terrified, but it could no longer stop its charge. It watched in despair as the boy in front of it raised the purple-patterned katana and brought it down in Tang Zhu's stance.

"cut!"

The blade easily shattered the phantom of the golden tusk, as fragile as a broken finger. The black fur only slightly hindered its momentum before being cut open, but the interaction of magic saved the boar's life, causing the blade to deflect slightly and not cut it in two.

"Run! Sakagami Yusuke, run far away!" Kamaki Jun's tone was no longer as cold as a snake; he roared hoarsely.

At least one person must escape, and then let Lord Jealousy avenge us.

However, screams came from afar, and then he watched in despair as a woman dressed in a celestial maiden's robe and wearing a mask carried her companion over.

Sakagami Yusuke's limbs were struck at bizarre angles, and he was knocked unconscious by a heavy blow to the head.

"Master... look what I found! There's a bad guy hiding and sniping, completely unaware of what's behind him." Yui Yuigahama, like a dog that had retrieved a frisbee, proudly boasted, her nonexistent tail wagging excitedly from side to side.

Yuihama, you're really starting to look like a canine.

He silently made a gesture commonly used by office workers, and Yui chuckled contentedly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her sword, pointing it at Kamaki Jun: "Just because someone has full NP doesn't mean they can act recklessly. So, will you be killed by me, or forced to surrender?"

Are they actually willing to surrender?

Kamaki Jun silently raised his hands: "I have intelligence, I want to make a contribution. I can also be a research subject."

Are cult members... really that desperate for survival?

62. Interested in joining Chaldea 007? (2/3)

Yang Nai lay obediently on the table next to each other, watching Yukino ask the office staff for iodine and other medical supplies.

She felt a strong urge to cover her face with her hands. She hadn't felt anything during the wartime state, but now she just felt her face burning red.

Thoughts like "It's better for ordinary people to stay away from strange events," "Don't drag Yukino and the other ordinary people into this," and "As the older sister, I have to protect my younger sister" were never spoken aloud, but every time I recalled them, it felt like reading a 14-year-old's cringeworthy diary, making me want to roll on the ground in frustration.

"What are you doing, sister?" Yukino walked over carrying a first-aid kit. She looked at Haruno, who was twisting and turning on the table, and was a little worried that she might have bumped her head.

My sister can't be that weird, she must have had a concussion.

She bent down, looked down to examine him, and brushed Yang Nai's hair aside with her hand: "Hmm, no external injuries."

The weakened Yukino obediently let her younger sister do as she pleased. Smelling the faint citrus scent wafting over, she asked somewhat dazedly, "Yukino, why aren't you worried about your... your companion's situation?"

The courtyard was some distance from the house they were guarding, and only faint sounds could be heard. After catching their breath, the Special Affairs Bureau members, persuaded by some senior members, did not go over to get involved. They were all cleaning up the battlefield nearby, searching for their comrades, and looking for other enemies. They had no time to investigate the branch leader and Fujimaru Ritsuka's situation.

Yukino bound the ends of Haruno's thigh near the wound with bandages, carefully untied the makeshift bandages, and replied without looking up as she treated the wound, "Do you need to worry? He's a man who can make the impossible possible."

If the experiences seen from Meltlilith's perspective lacked a certain realism, then Yukino's actions in handling the Mammon incident instilled in her a strong sense of trust in Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Even without knowing the truth of the matter, that guy was able to find the core solution without any confusion.

"Heh, Yukino trusts him so much, does she have feelings for him that go beyond friendship?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita, transformed into a snow woman, glared at her older sister: "Don't forget I'm tending to your wounds."

"It's really not because I was wrong that I'm so embarrassed and in pain!"

Yukino forced a smile, looking at the long, horrifying wound on her thigh, feeling somewhat worried—although the artery hadn't been damaged, it seemed to have severed the tendons, making it difficult to treat properly in such a rudimentary environment. Moreover, it would likely leave a scar after recovery.

"Sir! Please use this!" A woman in a civilian employee uniform hurried over and gently placed the metal can she was carrying on her hands. She didn't say much and quickly retreated to the other side. Yukino looked over and saw a member of the Special Affairs Bureau of considerable rank nodding respectfully at her.

Yang Nai glanced at it and was pleasantly surprised: "It's an ointment made from [World Tree Seed]. I didn't expect the Fukuoka branch to have such a rare item. The Tokyo Special Affairs Bureau doesn't have much in stock either."

Yukino picked up the jar. It was a small square box, only about half the size of her palm and no more than 2 centimeters thick. The box had no extra decorations on the outside, only a [leather] pattern.

Is this thing very precious?

Yang Nai shook his head: "Rather than saying it's precious, it's more accurate to say that its availability is limited. For non-life-threatening internal and external injuries, it can alleviate or even cure them through topical application and internal administration. In some cases, it's equivalent to a second life for field personnel. And, it won't leave scars!"

I can understand why the quota is so small; this thing is an invaluable treasure in a woman's hands.

Yukino hesitated for a moment, then looked around. Haruno smiled and said, "But don't worry, every branch has some reserves. Look, they've been using them over there for a while now."

Seeing that it was indeed the case, Yukino opened the lid with peace of mind, gently applied the bright green ointment with her fingertips, and then applied it to Haruno's wound.

Yang felt a cool sensation at the wound, like the natural fragrance of grass and trees slowly seeping into it, causing a slight itching and pain.

She bit her lower lip, suppressing a sound, when she suddenly heard Yukino ask, "Sister, do you often get injured in Tokyo too?"

Yang Nai spoke haltingly, "No, no such thing. My sister is one of the top analysts in the Special Affairs Bureau in Tokyo. She doesn't need to go on field missions at all. Out of the more than twenty people in the files department, there are less than three who can compare to me."

So that's how I came to understand what your power and Fujimaru's group represent.

Suddenly, the contents of a phone call she had made before returning to Chiba flashed through her mind. She struggled to sit up, leaned close to Yukino's ear, lowered her voice, and softly asked, "By the way, Shizuka wouldn't...?"

"Ah...she is also someone who has inherited power."

Gritting her teeth, Yang Nai felt her brain trembling, and she couldn't help but shout out, "You desperate-to-marry-woman! I'll definitely make trouble for you when we get back!"

(Jing Keke, who was far away at the gym in Chiba, sneezed: "It seems like the boss wants to tell me something? Never mind, hitting the punching bag is more important!")

"Yono-nee, I'm relieved to see you so energetic." Fujimaru Ritsuka, having removed her mask, dragged a snake-like monster into the room, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor.

The battered and bruised branch chief, Kurosaki Hisatsu, lagged half a step behind him, highlighting his status. Yuigahama Yui imitated Kurosaki Hisatsu, but the two heavily wounded and unconscious prisoners she was carrying made her look rather clumsy.