Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

74. Get one for me too.

"There!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's golden demonic eyes locked onto a certain location in the void, and with a shout, swords materialized from fantasy. They fell like rain.

"[The sword heel is named the Demon Sword Giselle]!"

Yukino Yukinoshita brandished her sharp sword, and the two blades of light that reflected the clear light flew towards the positions locked by the sword.

Yui Yuigahama channeled her magic, and with a shout of "[Supernatural Power]", the floating Otsuren and Kotsuren spun in the air and transformed into flying steel turbines, catching up with the light blade.

Only Masahiro Naruzo stood still, gripping his twin swords, ready to strike once his opponent revealed himself.

"Wow, those are really great eyes, boy!"

The clown, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared in the empty air, did a backflip, and with the flexibility of a gymnast, dodged several deadly attacks.

With both knives in hand, Jie Xiongming thrust forward with effortless speed, stabbing the clown with a double-edged sword thrust.

But the clown, with nowhere to escape in the air, revealed a sinister smile: "Just waiting for you~ Invincible Sword."

A silvery light suddenly emanated from his body, and his thin trench coat transformed. The fabric turned into mercury, forming protective layers that blocked Jie Xiongming's attack.

The mercury, like fluid, was pierced layer by layer by the twin blades, but instead of disintegrating, it wrapped around the hands and feet of Masao Meizou, rendering him unable to move.

[flame]!

A little later, Fujimaru Ritsuka wielded the Crimson Lotus Blade, slicing through the mercury on Machio Meizou's body at a precise distance.

Theoretically, the boiling point of mercury is close to 300 degrees Celsius, and it will not change due to ordinary heat.

However, the crimson flames in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands contained magic and will, causing the mercury wrapped around Machiyuu Meizou to lose its vitality, fall to the ground, and revert to ordinary matter.

The clown had already retreated to the front of the main hall. They were now hundreds of meters away, so there was no need to worry about a successful surprise attack.

He stood there, clapping his hands lightly, a smile on his face: "Fantastic! You truly deserve to be called a successor. Although the Mercury Armor I have is a defective product unearthed and can only be used once, it's truly admirable how easily it neutralized a technique that is a natural enemy of close combat."

"Hahaha, how annoying, how annoying! Why are you inheritors able to possess such powerful strength? While we ordinary people have to risk our lives to adapt to dangerous materials in order to obtain such powerful and beautiful power?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka had no desire to answer this guy. An enemy who can't speak is a good enemy. Let's just cut him down first.

He gripped his sword tightly, preparing to continue his attack. The clown gave a strange smile.

"But is this really okay? We're supposed to be comrades!"

?

What nonsense is this guy spouting? Is he trying to play dumb because he can't escape?

Fujimaru Ritsuka disdainfully prepared to show her opponent what it meant to be killed instantly. But her Eye of Karma inadvertently swept across the sky above the main hall and was immediately drawn to it.

Above the main hall of Tenmangu Shrine, a large ball of light rose. The ball of light, which was originally interwoven with gold and white, slowly began to emit ominous black and red light—the gold and white light were slowly transformed into black and red, but some stubbornly remained unchanged. Then it was attracted by the pentagram Kikyo Seal and flew into the distance along an invisible trajectory.

Fujimaru Ritsuka knew that the ceremony in the distance was underway.

He began to understand why the Joker said they were companions.

Speechless.

The clown, seeing his expression, burst into laughter: "That's right, I wanted to see that look on your face—that 'I'm a thief too' look!"

"Don't even think about defeating me. You don't actually believe that even our subordinates can teleport, while I, as the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, can't?"

The clown pulled a rabbit-foot amulet from his pocket and proudly showed it off.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama approached Ritsuka Fujimaru and asked him with their eyes: Shall we do it or not?

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had been hiding, hurriedly ran over and whispered to him, "Mr. Kaiki Deishuu said we could try to defeat him. But the ceremony doesn't actually need anyone to preside over it anymore. If we expend too much energy now, it will take even more effort to clean up the mess later."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped Twilight Muramasa's hand, loosening and tightening it repeatedly before finally deciding to give up. She looked at him with a serious expression: "What exactly do you want?"

The clown sat cross-legged on the ground, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him, propping his chin up with his hand, and said with great interest, "Of course, it's to watch a stage play. You are both the audience and the actors, and I am the scriptwriter. The main actors haven't even arrived yet, and the grand finale is about to begin. How could I bear to leave now?"

Masahiro Meizo sheathed his sword at his waist, recovering his magical power. He snorted, "A stage play? I think it's more like an experiment."

"That's right, that's right, your understanding is correct. You must know, we ordinary people are not like you inheritors who are born with terrifying power and keep improving as if there is no end in sight. Today, I will use the ritual used by the pitiful greed to see if the so-called Seven Deadly Sins, the evil born from the human heart, can truly appear in this world?"

The clown spoke eloquently, seemingly unconcerned that the other person knew exactly what he wanted to do.

It was as if he possessed a performative personality. He sang magnificent arias and hymns of praise.

"I cannot remain silent about the limbs of Leviathan, his great strength, and his fine bones."

"His teeth are formidable; he boasts of his strong, sturdy scales, which are tightly clenched and sealed shut."

"These scales are all interconnected, so much so that even air cannot pass between them; they are all linked together, glued together and cannot be separated."

"When he sneezes, light shines out; his eyes are like the morning light."

“From his mouth came burning torches and flying sparks. From his nostrils came smoke, like boiling pots and burning reeds.”

"His breath ignited the coals, and flames shot from his mouth. He possessed great strength in his neck, and his enemies jumped in fear before him."

“His flesh was connected to one another, clinging tightly to his body, and could not shake his heart, which was as firm as a stone, as solid as a millstone.”

“His belly is like a sharp tile, he is like a rake through the mud. He makes the deep abyss boil like a pot, and the ocean like oil in a pot.”

“His path shines forth, making the abyss seem like white hair. There is no one on earth as fearless as he has made; he despises all that is high, and reigns over the proud creatures of the sea.”

"What a sacred life! Let it be born today. Let me witness the miracle of the complete manifestation of myth."

Even Kaiki Deishuu, who was presiding over the ceremony in the distance, couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly, the Seven Deadly Sins organization is as insane as they come, but theoretically, it's possible. If humans can't easily reenact myths, then we can use the power of the gods to reverse everything. But can it be done so simply?"

"Of course not!" The clown rested his head on his arms. "So, I've also suffered a huge loss. First, I gave Mammon a drop of the Holy Grail, and now I have to use another drop of the Holy Grail for this experiment. Sigh, this is really tough for me."

"It's you?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised to find that even the incident in Chiba City was orchestrated by this guy.

"Of course. But if that guy weren't so greedy, I wouldn't have been willing to kick him out. You know, greed can sense hidden treasures, which would be incredibly useful to us."

The clown suddenly laughed maliciously: "Greed is, and so am I. We're both chasing a way to ascend. It's just that Greed, that fool, messed it up. By the way, do you think I'm the only one doing this kind of thing?"

He spread his arms wide and said with ecstasy, "Of course not! There's no shortage of people who are jealous of those in high positions and want to become saints. Do you really think my conspiracy can fool everyone? Hahahaha, there are probably countless important people waiting for the results of the experiment! Just like how you used me to obtain the purest knowledge and divine power of the Great God of Heavenly Perfection."

His seductive words swayed the will of everyone present, as they seemed to perceive a certain rationality in them.

Jie Xiongming swayed slightly, as if his belief in justice had been shaken. The clown grinned: What a fool, the invincible sword just...

His smile froze, and the sounds of flesh being ripped open, bones being severed, and blood being squeezed out echoed from countless parts of his body.

"Enough with the nonsense! [Formless, therefore shapeless; flowing, therefore infinite. Therefore, my sword...is invincible!] Take my Formless Strike!"

Just moments ago, he was full of pride and self-satisfaction, but now all that remained was his body with his head still attached; his limbs had been mercilessly severed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka put away her previous unwilling expression and coldly scoffed, "No, you don't actually think we'd just let an enemy sit idly by and watch us fight to the death, do you? Get out of here, you villain who's killed so many people."

"Bear with it, let me warm your wound with some fire to stop the bleeding. You can't just collapse like that, okay?"

With a friendly smile, Fujimaru Ritsuka approached, holding up the flaming Twilight Muramasa.

The clown sighed: "No, I'm already a human stump, and you're still so worried? Well, there's nothing more to say, VIVA LA SALIGIA!"

With a strange shout, his entire body, including his severed limbs, exploded into a bloody mist. Before that, Masao Mingzhao had cautiously jumped back, dodging the desperate attack.

"Ah, it doesn't seem very powerful. Fujimaru, I cut him down as you said, but something feels off?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, "Because it looks like a stand-in no matter how you look at it. Stop talking, get ready, the big one is coming."

In his eyes, the blood mist that seemed to have vanished into thin air had transformed into a form invisible to the naked eye and merged into the ball of light. The speed of the transformation between the black and red light instantly accelerated, and the terrifying magical reaction continued to rise.

75. The beast of envy, whose name is Lemonsen.

“When I was taught this before you, I knew that this resentment would be hard to end.”

How I hate it! Alas, how I hate it!

My hatred is as deep as the sea, yet it brings you only sorrow and tears.

If the sickly beauty were to live forever in the future, her sorrow would be like that of a firefly flickering in the dim water.

A mournful waka poem echoed, and the two Ushi no Toki women before the plum tree had completely transformed into white Hannya: long demon horns rose high from their foreheads, their faces contorted in a grotesque grimace. Their ears were slowly disappearing, and they were transforming into a further grotesque [True Serpent].

A lament from a Noh play, [Aoi no Ue]? Ah, what are these?

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave, and Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a low cry of pain, clutching her head. She felt she should do something.

The next moment, as if receiving a revelation, she lamented: "The mourning clothes are pale in color because of adherence to mourning rites, my sleeves are soaked with tears, and I weep bitterly."

That was a waka poem written by Genji lamenting the early death of his wife and bitterly resenting Rokujō for taking Aoi's life out of jealousy and hatred.

The two strange creatures seemed to have heard the restrained incantation; their eyes burst open, and two long lines of bloody tears flowed out. A faint sense of guilt arose from the jealousy and resentment in their eyes.

But they did not stop changing. The ears on both sides of their heads disappeared, and even their lower bodies turned into long snake tails with dull-colored scales. If you looked closely, you could see faint blood-red characters engraved on them.

They floated up from in front of the plum tree, rose into the air, and plunged into the ball of light above the main hall of Tenmangu Palace.

After reciting that line of waka, Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed to have been greatly shocked and collapsed to the ground. Fujimaru Ritsuka rushed over, helped her up, and carefully examined her.

The others kept watch while casting glances at Fujimaru Ritsuka, worried about Kasumigaoka Utaha's safety.

"It's nothing, he just seemed to have fainted from exhaustion."

Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the ball of light with her golden eyes.

He saw that after Kasumigaoka Utaha uttered those words, the radiance on the two strange beings faded slightly from its extremely deep black and red hue. And the orb of light above the main hall of the Heavenly Palace, after merging with the two Ushi-otoko (women of the hour of the owl), only increased in oppressive power slightly—though it still made everyone present feel their hearts pound.

Moreover, the orb of light seemed to have received a powerful boost, with the golden and white areas retreating steadily and the red and black areas transforming at an increasingly rapid pace.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed Kasumigaoka Utaha's condition; all of her protective gear seemed to have been activated and were taking effect.

He gently picked up the earring from Shiyu's ear and put it on his own ear—luckily, the earring only needed to clip onto the earlobe and did not require piercing.

While watching the ball of light rapidly transform warily, Fujimaru Ritsuka attempted a remote call with Kaiki Deishuu: "How did the ritual go on your end?"

"It's done. Using the knowledge and divine power from Tenma, we have transformed the Holy Grail Drop into a special Philosopher's Stone and successfully converted Ishigami Yu's 'Imitation Medicine: Useless Lament of the Underworld' into a weakened spell, solidified it within it, and transplanted it into Hikigaya Komachi's body. From now on, although her body will be affected by [weakness], it will also continuously receive healing."

"How's it going on your end? Hachiman and Totsuka Saika are on their way."

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly relayed the current situation to the other party.

"Hold on, reinforcements will be here soon..."

The call was cut off. On the other end, Bei Mudshou rubbed his temples, wondering whether he should rush over, but then sighed, "My magic power is almost exhausted. I'm a useless person now. No, there's still something I can do. Let's try to make a communication device that can travel through other realms."

He strained against his throbbing head, determined to give it one last push.

Meanwhile, Fujimaru Ritsuka put down her earrings and looked up at the ball of light above the main hall of Tenmangu Shrine: it had completely turned into an ominous black and red color.

The moment the transformation was complete, everyone smelled the salty sea breeze that could never be found inland, heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, and heard the long, melodious whale song that seemed to come from the deep sea.