Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"What would it take for you to tell us the experimental information related to these two rituals?" the arrogant leader asked.

"It's simple. All you need to do is give me a batch of materials. Also, promise me one more chance to help out, and we'll share the experimental information."

"can."

"Agreed."

"I'm fine."

The other five thought about it and agreed to Jealousy's request.

Jealousy chuckled calmly.

These five people alone were not enough; he knew very well that this experiment was just a failed attempt.

Whether that foolish greed uses himself as an experiment or tries to recreate the legendary experiment, he cannot safely transform himself as the main subject.

Therefore, simply dragging the other members of the Seven Deadly Sins into the mess to test them is not enough.

The next step is to spread this information to more people.

His envious eyes gleamed. He was almost impatient to see many people take action.

What a wonderful chaotic world that would be!

83. Casual conversation at the dinner table

"You're going to give me this?" Hachiman Hikigaya stared incredulously at his plate: a hard-boiled egg, two slices of toasted bread, and a small amount of jam—it was a very perfunctory meal.

He glanced at the plates of the people around him: golden-brown, pinkish-brown muffins topped with mango ice cream and carefully selected strawberry sauce; Eggs Benedict, a combination of toast/English muffins, bacon/ham/salmon, vegetables, a poached egg, and hollandaise sauce; golden-fried dough sticks; hearty and smooth congee; steamed buns from who-knows-where; a half-cooked sunny-side-up egg served with juicy bacon and bread. There was even a traditional three-piece set of grilled fish, miso soup, and rice.

Other places have the "Three Musketeers" of Chinese, Western, and Japanese art styles, but mine is all about minimalism, right?

Hikigaya Hachiman silently accused Fujimaru Ritsuka with his eyes.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't care at all, pointing at him with her finger: "He exerted a lot of effort in the battle, consuming a lot of physical strength and magic power, so he needs to eat more to replenish his body. What about you? Just eat a boiled egg and nibble on a few slices of bread, isn't that enough? I can even pour you a glass of milk to soothe your throat."

I clearly used a Noble Phantasm to open the protective barrier of the Otherworld and personally sent the Philosopher's Stone inside!

And even Totsuka Saika's place has a sumptuous breakfast!

So love can disappear, right?

Hikigaya Hachiman felt a pang of sadness. Back then, when he wanted someone to crossdress, he would call them "my friend," "good brother," and "my friend" at every turn. Now that there's someone new, he's just casually brushing off his old friend, isn't he?

He trembled, feeling a deep, pitiful chasm between them.

Ayaka Totsuka couldn't bear to see his dejected appearance, so she took two sunny-side-up eggs from her plate and put them in his bowl: "Aki, I can't eat that much, can you eat some for me?"

Hachiman Hikigaya was speechless. He glanced at the plate piled high with various foods on Totsuka Saika's plate and could only turn his grief into appetite, munching on the sunny-side-up egg bite by bite. He secretly vowed that once he mastered his cooking skills, next time it would be Fujimaru Ritsuka begging him for some food.

For a time, everyone was happy, except for Hachiman Hikigaya, whose world was thus completed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka put down her chopsticks and said proudly, "How about it? My cooking skills are pretty good, right? It's a pity that Sakura Hibiki is still sleeping, but I saved some for her."

Kasumigaoka Utaha wiped her mouth with a napkin and joked, "Speaking of which, is yesterday's invitation still valid? If I could join Chaldea and eat this level of food every day, I'd join just for that."

“This isn’t something you can eat every day,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said smugly. “You’ll have to please me every day and make me happy, and maybe I’ll show off my skills from time to time.”

Once I find the three great cooks of Chaldea, you'll know what true luxury is.

"Oh ho~ Young man, do you want to start an organization? If you're really interested, why not consult me?" Bei Mu Nishu, who was meticulously cutting the food on his plate, spoke up. He first took a sip of soy milk to moisten his throat, then took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him.

"[The Fraudster] handles intermediary matters, including but not limited to the sale of materials, organizing intermediary services, and also accepting large-scale transactions of potions and items, etc..."

As Fujimaru Ritsuka read the information on the business card, her eyes turned strange—ah, why did you actually print a nickname like "[Conman]" on your business card?

That said, as a character in the Monogatari series, Kaiki Deishuu was originally an ordinary person dealing with strange occurrences. Now that he has gained supernatural powers, has he become a middleman?

Jie Xiongming devoured a steaming hot xiaolongbao and gave him a thumbs up: "Mr. Bei Mu Nishu has a very good reputation in this area. Although he charges a lot and often exaggerates some minor issues, once you get the price down and sign a contract with him, he will complete the task properly, although his methods are a bit questionable."

"That's right. Although that muscle-headed guy is talking badly about me, I am indeed a person who keeps his promises. Building an organization is not that simple. But as long as the money is right, I can help you with the initial setup."

“No need for that,” Yukino Yukinoshita interjected. “I have some connections at the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters, so I can handle the preliminary preparations for the organization’s establishment. As for the subsequent operations, including procuring supplies and establishing cooperative relationships with other organizations, I can ask you for help.”

Yang Naijie wore a polite smile, appearing every bit the spokesperson.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Yukinoshita Haruno, sensing that Haruno-nee had already begun to take on the role of a housekeeper.

However, she wasn't wrong at this point. If Haruno joined Chaldea, then it would be best to entrust the organization's fundraising and usage to this experienced individual. Fujimaru Ritsuka was also happy to have someone else handle these paperwork matters.

Kaiki Deishu glanced at Hinano, who resembled Yukino Yukinoshita, and roughly understood the situation: "The Yukinoshita family of Chiba Prefecture? Hmm, not bad. It seems your organization will be a very qualified trading partner, young man. I'll look forward to it then."

Wait, Kaiki Nishou, don't stare at me like that, like you're enjoying being a kept man.

With a strange expression, Machio Meizo said to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Ah, I feel that you don't need to worry too much about things like the establishment of the organization or the fame. You're already famous."

?

What does this mean?

Machiyuki Meizou picked up the miso soup, took a sip, and squinted his eyes comfortably: "Didn't you mention the name of the organization you planned to establish last night? When I informed the Special Affairs Bureau and the Shinto cult forces where Tenmangu is located, I used [Chaldea] to refer to your organization."

"Right now, I bet that place is about to explode."

Kaiki Deishu silently thought to himself: It's more than just going to be blown up. The number of successors who have appeared is unknown, but it's definitely less than a hundred, scattered all over the world. There are four of them in a new organization, and they're even on good terms with the old organization Shinsengumi. They thwarted two major conspiracy incidents involving the Seven Deadly Sins in Fukuoka Prefecture, which involved rather obscure secrets.

Last night, many people probably couldn't sleep. Kaiki Deishu laughed gleefully.

84. Xia Laofei, stop cursing, or you'll get numb. (2.5K)

At Fukuoka Airport, a well-dressed elderly gentleman slowly emerged. He gazed at the clear sky and patted his back, saying, "This whole ordeal has really worn me out. I hope Fukuoka will bring me some good news."

"Professor John, you've arrived. I wonder if you had any success at the Tokyo Folklore Exposition?"

Beside the black car that had been waiting for a long time, a middle-aged man greeted the gentleman respectfully.

"The harvest, sigh... These days, none of my old friends have any good ideas. They just keep digging through their old books for half-baked knowledge. That's why we folklorists are so much better. We explore the origins, search for the lost beginnings, and draw strength not only from the mystifying ancient texts but also from newly emerging myths. That's the right path."

Old gentleman John, leaning on his cane with displeasure, sighed and lamented his old friend's lack of ambition: "Look at the Seven Deadly Sins, they can develop such a miraculous ritual with only a few hundred lives sacrificed. Watanabe, you've always been a disciple I value, I wonder if you've gathered any information?"

His words seemed to show no concern for the "minor" sacrifice of the Seven Deadly Sins, but rather an appreciation for their ingenious ideas.

The middle-aged man, Watanabe, respectfully opened the car door, invited John to get in, and then sat in the driver's seat and started the car. He gestured to John, "We have contacted the Seven Deadly Sins and obtained some conjectures about the ritual, as well as insights related to it, through a contract to share some knowledge in the future."

"Where is it? Has it been sorted out yet?"

"Teacher, you can look at the brown paper bag on your right hand. It contains detailed information."

The old gentleman opened the brown paper bag and pulled out a thick stack of documents. He read the contents intently, then closed the bag with satisfaction, closed his eyes, and rhythmically tapped his cane as he pondered.

How long will it take us to get to Dazaifu Tenmangu Shrine?

"We should be able to get there within three hours, but I suppose the Special Affairs Bureau should have sent someone to be stationed there."

"It's alright, we just need to take a look from a distance. With the information they provided, combined with the aura we detected, we should be able to confirm whether it's true or false, and then we can..."

Watanabe glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the professor's fanatical expression.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited: "So, is my great god about to descend?"

"Nature gives birth to all things, and all things naturally return to one. It is thought, and it is also the omnipresent space; it represents everything that is truth."

The old gentleman's face slowly returned to calm, and his fanatical expression reverted to the disguise of a knowledgeable folklorist.

Tapping his cane, he said softly, "Also, try to gather information about the Chaldea organization."

"Yes, of course I will listen to what you say."

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"Achoo~" Fujimaru Ritsuka sneezed, rubbed her nose, and happened to catch a glimpse of a black sedan driving away.

A long procession stretched along the main street. This year's festival parade floats were themed around Alice in Wonderland, with beautiful young women dressed in flowing Lolita blue and white dresses, each holding a rice spoon and tapping it as they moved forward.

"What? You seem so unhappy about attending the festival? Oh~ I see, it must be because the girls in the parade have long skirts, you're a little disappointed." Yukino Yukinoshita, wearing a fox mask, drawled out her strange words.

Yui Yuigahama watched the summer festival with a grin, as happy as a Samoyed released from its cage, completely ignoring Yukino Yukinoshita's verbal attacks.

Ah Bin, you've changed. What happened to your skill in smoothing things over and judging the mood?

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, then, with a strong survival instinct, said, "How could I think of such a lewd thing? Are the pretty girls in the parade any prettier than you?"

"I'm just a little surprised. Just two days ago, there was quite a bit of trouble in Fukuoka City. How come everyone is now happily participating in a citizens' march?"

Yukino Yukinoshita snorted, seemingly quite satisfied with Fujimaru Ritsuka's answer, and didn't press the matter further.

"A balance of relaxation and tension is the way of both civil and military affairs. Do not let the scattered branches and leaves obscure your vision and prevent you from seeing the blooming flowers. Everyone should enjoy this rare festival to the fullest. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so enjoy the moment."

Kasumigaoka Utaha chuckled and covered her mouth with her hand, acting like a well-bred young lady, which made Fujimaru Ritsuka very uncomfortable.

"To put it another way, if we don't hold a festival, we won't have any income this year. Fukuoka City doesn't care about any supernatural events, right? It's all about the current GDP."

"What Fujimaru Ritsuka said may be crude, but it's not wrong in a way." Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded slightly.

"...Has Kasumigaoka Utaha changed a lot?"

"Don't worry, it's just because you've seen some of Lady Murasaki's memories and haven't fully processed them yet." Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka meaningfully. "Speaking of which, although you haven't fully seen the memories yet, Lady Murasaki seems to have a lot of impressions of your romantic affairs in Chaldea."

Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed that the trend had shifted somewhat.

Kasumigaoka Utaha feigned distress, resting her chin on her hand and shaking her head with a sigh: "Oh dear, it seems Fujimaru Ritsuka-sama is collecting hundreds of chocolates to give to the person she likes..."

"Hundreds?! Ato, are you that fickle?" Yui Yuigahama's dumplings were about to explode, her face full of disbelief.

"...and it wasn't just women."

"The 'Many Ways'?!" (A Japanese term for a man with a double male connotation)

Even Yukino Yukinoshita, who had been pretending not to care but had been listening intently, was shocked and looked at her with an icy gaze: "I didn't expect Fujimaru Ritsuka, you like men? Disgusting."

Fujimaru Ritsuka vehemently protested, "No! I just wanted to thank them for taking care of me. And look, they even gave me a knight's belt and a faceless sphinx back then, those were so much fun!"

"Oh ho ho, so Fujimaru Ritsuka-sama is a gold digger after all. It's a good thing you're not a woman, otherwise how many Heroic Spirits would be manipulated by the tea ceremony master?"

"...Speaking of which, Kasumigaoka Utaha, do you have a problem with me? I always feel like you're using some distorted facts to recount things from your memories." Fujimaru Ritsuka felt like she was being relentlessly attacked and was almost powerless to fight back.

"Hmm↘Hmm↗, really? I think that's the whole truth. After all, think about it, Lady Murasaki Shikibu is just a pitiful woman with no guile, who only knows how to stay in the library all day. What bad intentions could she possibly have?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, so cute you just wanted to pluck them off.

"Xiangzi is fine, but you're the problem!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said, feeling utterly exhausted and disillusioned.

He suspected that the woman might have misunderstood something, such as the fact that he had kept Murasaki Shikibu in the storeroom on standby from beginning to end...