Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

However, this Aki Tomoya is different from the original work. When Eriri is in trouble, he, who should be in a cold war with her, takes the initiative to come to her door and then disappears.

Before Kasumigaoka Utaha's autograph session has even been held, he has already started promoting "Love Metronome". I also seem to have just seen Kasumigaoka Utaha's website.

Furthermore, sharp-eyed Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed that he had written a forward-looking prediction article about Akane Kousaka's new work, with such detailed content that many fans joked in the comments section whether he had participated in the production.

That's not right. You should have started working on the game project before you had any contact with Akane Kousaka because of the unfinished script.

Fujimaru Ritsuka has uncovered the inconsistencies, but he still lacks conclusive evidence. He plans to find out more about the situation from Sawamura Eri and Akasaka Akane as soon as possible.

Then my train of thought was interrupted by Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Fujimaru-kun, do you think I should consider writing a new work, something in the horror/suspense genre?" Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed a little dazed. "I feel like what Taki-kun said is pretty good. The creative ideas and basic points he pointed out make a lot of sense. Maybe I should give it a try. Perhaps this genre is more suitable for me than my current romance novels?"

Yukino Yukinoshita felt that Kasumigaoka Utaha was a bit too insecure. She tapped her fingers on the table, making a tapping sound: "I think Kasumigaoka-san should be more confident. Even this blogger said that your novel, 'Love Metronome,' is good enough to attract readers, it just lacks some publicity."

"...Perhaps Yukino Yukinoshita is right, but after reading his blog post, I had a lot of special inspiration, and I feel that I can write a few good novels." Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, but still insisted on stating her current opinion.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha. Her eyes were a little confused, but she was still clear-headed. Her expression did not change as usual, and she did not seem to be controlled by anything.

He then asked Kasumigaoka Utaha softly, "Kasumigaoka-san, I also love reading novels. Would you mind sharing your inspiration now?"

"Hmm, that's fine. I'll ask others for their opinions on my inspiration before I start writing the book." Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms and nodded seriously, carefully choosing her words.

"I want to write a story about a female protagonist who is a monster in disguise and cannot be understood by ordinary people. She meets a man who pretends to understand others but is actually corrupt inside. They become entangled for various reasons and eventually fall in love with each other. I'll also add a second female lead who wants to break through the monster's disguise. The three of them gradually realize their true selves amidst emotional turmoil, and finally achieve a brief and hypocritical happiness in a world that has already been alienated."

It sounds a little bit like Saya no Uta.

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked her calmly, "How long do you think it will take you to finish writing this novel?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes shone brightly, as if the god of inspiration had descended upon her. Her slender hands involuntarily intertwined: "I've never felt so good. I estimate I can finish the first volume in five days."

! ! ?

Are you possessed by Kamachi Kazuma?

That man, known as the industry's "typewriter," only publishes one light novel volume a month. Even considering the realities of the publishing system, his light novel writing speed is probably about the same as yours. No, it's probably even slower.

Yui Yuigahama noticed that Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression had become serious. Curious, she asked, "What's wrong, Fujimaru Ritsuka? You just showed us a strange blog website and asked Kasumigaoka about her writing speed. What does all this have to do with Sawamura Eriri's case?"

“It’s a big deal.” Fujimaru Ritsuka disregarded the difference between men and women, grabbed Kasumigaoka Utaha’s shoulders and shook her vigorously, “Wake up! Kasumigaoka Utaha, wake up. I know that generally speaking, light novels are written at a rate of one or two months per volume, or even longer.”

"What kind of inspiration would give you the illusion that you could write 10 words in 5 days?"

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6. Use the Flame Fist on the riddle solver!

"What's wrong? It's just writing 2 words a day... that's all?" Kasumigaoka's usual complacent expression finally gave way to a flaw.

She looked as if she had just woken from a nightmare, her expression one of embarrassment.

It's like an author in a pigeonhole confidently believing that writing 10,000 words a day is easy, only to wake up from a fantasy after seeing a bunch of tentacle monsters and realizing that their fingers are just ten radishes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, drenched in sweat, closed her eyes and quietly recited the incantation of Yin-Yang magic, trying to check whether her mind had been affected by external forces.

“There’s absolutely no sign of being affected by magic, but how did this arrogant illusion even appear in my mind?” Kasumigaoka Utaha reluctantly stopped the operation of her Onmyojutsu. She looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, hoping to get an answer.

All indications suggest that he possesses information about Taki-kun's blog that they are unaware of.

"It's not time yet, my friend." Fujimaru Ritsuka, seeing the three of them turn their eyes into knives and fly towards him, couldn't help but feel secretly pleased: It turns out that being a riddle teller like Old Fu can be really fun sometimes.

He coughed, stopped joking, and answered honestly: "Although the principle is not entirely certain, I can share some suspicious information and conjectures that I know."

"First of all, the blogger of this blog is none other than Aki Tomoya, the childhood friend of our Sawamura Eriri."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes sharpened, and she began to fidget with her leg in a slightly impatient manner.

Her little leather shoes clicked sharply against the ground, making a crisp drumbeat. Even her plump thighs swayed beneath her black stockings and short skirt.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, you should really watch your weight.

Unaware of Fujimaru Ritsuka's incredibly insulting thoughts, she was furious: "Is it that bespectacled otaku? Or the eccentric doctor who kidnapped her? How dare they try to change my creative process... Unforgivable!" After a while, her anger subsided a bit, and she continued to listen to Fujimaru Ritsuka's analysis.

"Looking at it now, whether it's Eriri Sawamura, Utaha Kasumigaoka, or the super popular doujin circle that appeared on his blog, they all have a common change: they've become obsessed with creating things, and they've all incorporated various elements, whether horror or suspense."

"So next, I suggest we set out as soon as possible to find the relevant people mentioned in the blog."

“If they have had similar experiences, then perhaps we can find a clue and follow the clues,” Fujimaru Ritsuka concluded his analysis, which was mostly speculation. He still felt a little regretful—he hadn't been able to learn from Old Fu and persist in being a riddle solver.

However, when he saw Kasumigaoka Utaha's white headband, he realized it was almost impossible to suppress her frizzy hair.

If someone still wants to be a sorcerer at this point, they'll probably be arrested and beaten up, and the old Chiang Kai-shek will have to deal with internal problems before external ones.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's fingers were almost digging marks into her chubby upper arm. She took another deep breath, barely suppressing her simmering anger: "That's settled then. After dinner, I'll rush back to Tokyo to find that twin-tailed blonde idiot and find out how he's doing." Looking at her, she suddenly uploaded another notebook. It made me suspect she was still deeply affected by the strange phenomenon. The defensive spells I set up didn't seem to be working.

As she spoke, she let out a cold laugh: "That arrogant idiot, just you wait. If this mess was caused by his childhood sweetheart, I'll definitely teach him a lesson."

Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated, sensing that Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't seem to value Aki Tomoya. She seemed to think that even in the worst-case scenario, Aki Tomoya was being manipulated and used.

However, in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind, both Aki Tomoya and Sawamura Eriri could be the masterminds behind this incident.

After all, the tactic of the thief crying "stop thief!" works well in any era.

But the evidence is insufficient right now, so we can only say let's see how things go for now.

"In short, once you get there, please be cautious and don't trust their words too much. Objectively gather intelligence from multiple sources. When we have time to go to Tokyo to meet you and conduct an investigation together, we will gather all our strength before we dare to act recklessly."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped shaking her leg. She smiled charmingly: "You're coming to Tokyo to see me, right? Great! I look forward to your arrival. I'll take you around the area then."

I have a feeling that this guy didn't learn Chinese well. His use of personal pronouns seems to be full of mistakes and contradictions.

Fujimaru Ritsuka put her thoughts aside and said, "OK. Let's tentatively go visit tomorrow night. We have a small exam at school tomorrow, and we'll be free to do whatever we want after 14 p.m., so we'll have plenty of time."

"Yukinoshita and Yuihama, you don't have any plans for tomorrow afternoon, right?"

Yui Yuigahama stuck out her tongue: "Oh dear, I might have to miss it this time. Yumiko wants to go shopping with me tomorrow, and I didn't have any time to spend with her during Golden Week. As compensation, I'll treat her to some dessert this time."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded: "Okay, so Yukinoshita, do you have any concerns about this... Oh, I forgot, you don't have any friends besides us."

"If you can't speak properly, then eat more!" Yukino Yukinoshita picked up a mango crepe, stuffed it into his mouth, and said coldly, "Weak and ugly people will ostracize others out of jealousy, while outstanding people will have a hard time."

“But for someone as perfect as me, it doesn’t matter!” Yukino Yukinoshita gently brushed her beautiful black hair and said confidently and proudly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened: Good heavens, you've already reached this level without using your power? This completely confirms Meltlilith's theory.

It's all good news, everything's good news. Yukinoshita, when she's not being difficult, is the strongest! There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

After finishing their business, the three of them began to enjoy dinner at the family restaurant.

The food at this restaurant was actually quite good; both the curry rice and the omelet rice were delicious and reasonably priced. However, the girls who had previously enjoyed Fujimaru Ritsuka's cooking were a little dissatisfied, tugging at him and asking when he would show off his skills to them again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had to plead with her to bring some homemade sweets and sandwiches when she went to Tokyo the next day before she was allowed to leave.

Yui Yuigahama: What about me? (。o︿o。)

Fujimaru Ritsuka: I'll bring you one when I go to school...

The uneventful dinner ended quickly, and the four of them began to say goodbye.

"See you tomorrow!"

"Ah, see you tomorrow then!" Fujimaru Ritsuka waved to them and walked home alone.

7. With this, can I earn money while standing up?

Night was approaching, and the streetlights cast a dim glow as Fujimaru Ritsuka walked alone on the sparsely populated street.

"This situation is too much like something out of a horror movie. Either a pale, white figure will appear under the streetlights, waiting for me to approach, or a phone will suddenly ring..." Fujimaru Ritsuka chuckled, stroking her chin.

"Ring ring!"

His body stiffened for a moment, then he realized it was his phone ringing.

Annoyed, she took out her phone and unlocked it. The screen displayed an incoming call. The name was "Yukinoshita Haruno".

Fujimaru Ritsuka answered the phone and held it to her ear: "Moshi moshi... Is this Haruno-nee? What's up?"

Yukino Yukinoshita has already visited her colleagues at the Special Affairs Bureau in the past two days to learn about the organization's establishment. Afterwards, she rushed back to Chiba Prefecture to visit her mother, hoping to persuade her to invest in Chaldea in the name of the Yukinoshita family.

Even extraordinary organizations, if they want to establish themselves in society, still cannot escape the mundane affairs of daily life.

Therefore, a stable source of funding and a trustworthy political reputation remain top priorities for many people who want to build an organization.

Therefore, many extraordinary individuals, when faced with no other options, either establish cults or shady organizations, or try every means to cultivate relationships with wealthy and politically connected individuals. Even if they want to clear their names, they still leave behind a tarnished legacy.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was ahead of many others, saving herself a lot of time in the struggle.

The difference is like someone who, in a fleeting moment, racks their brains to pilot a Gundam and try to create the future.

But in the moment of courage and skill, all one needs to do is lie in bed, holding onto the tall figure and grasping the future.

"Yay, good evening! Fujimaru Ritsuka-kun~ I've already discussed it with my mother, and although she's still a little hesitant, I'm sure it won't be a big problem. But before we're sure, she'd like to meet you. I wonder if you'd be free to do me the honor of meeting me recently?"

Yukinoshita's cheerful yet slightly mischievous voice rang out.

If it were someone else who didn't know her, they would probably think she was a gentle, kind, and cheerful older sister.

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately saw through her: "Come on, it's clearly you who couldn't convince your mother that a young upstart like me isn't trustworthy, right?"

"Let me guess, did your mother also tell you not to get involved in this kind of thing and to go back to the Special Affairs Bureau immediately?"

Yukino Yukinoshita's true colors were easily exposed, but she remained completely unmoved: "Hahaha, you shouldn't say things like that, right? Fujimaru~ You're making it sound like I'm a useless piece of trash. I'm so sad, I'm going to cry."

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed: "This kind of thing is perfectly normal. Angel investors have to meet with the founders and chat before giving money, to hear about their development strategy and future vision. But I recently encountered an incident and have to go to Tokyo tomorrow."

After considering the time, he told Yang Nai that they would meet the day after tomorrow, Friday afternoon, May 9th.

Yukinoshita Haruno didn't answer immediately. Instead, she pressed on with interest, asking about what had just happened: "Fujimaru, what incident are you talking about? It sounds rather troublesome, but I haven't heard of anything that complicated from my colleagues."

"Huh? How could someone like you, about to leave the company, still manage to dig up information from your colleagues in the Special Affairs Bureau?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little surprised. How could this woman be so terrifying? Was she the kind of wicked woman who could manipulate so many Toms at will?

Yukinoshita Haruno scolded playfully, "Don't make me sound like a female sea queen... The Special Affairs Bureau turns a blind eye to information leaks that don't endanger public safety or affect the secrecy of the ruling order. After all, if someone else takes care of it beforehand, it's as if it never happened. And there's no pressure from public opinion."

Got it, it's an old non-stick pan.

Fujimaru Ritsuka then told Haruno everything that had happened and her own speculations, including her suspicions about Sawamura Spencer Eriri and Aki Tomoya.

After a moment's thought, the person on the other end of the phone offered their opinion: "Indeed, besides the possibility of it being a supernatural phenomenon, the possibility of it being man-made is also quite high. Ordinary supernatural phenomena rarely choose their targets so consciously, especially multiple targets, and the impact has not yet threatened personal safety."

Haruno suddenly let out a soft chuckle, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka somewhat bewildered. She said smugly, "Sawamura Spencer Eriri? Little Fujimaru, do you know what the name Spencer means?"

Do women like to use strange nicknames to get closer to each other after they've become familiar with each other?