Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

He thought for a moment, mimicking Yukinoshita Haruno's disdainful tone: "The head of the Third Operations Section is a recent appointment, a complete case of picking the best of a bad bunch to fill the gaps. He's a muscle-bound idiot with a high opinion of himself. Recently, because the beautiful and intelligent analyst in charge of the Third Section ran away, there's no one to stop him for the time being, and he's probably going to fall headfirst into a trap."

"Is that analyst you mentioned, who is both beautiful and intelligent, your older sister?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised an eyebrow and made a face: "What do you think?"

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"Achoo~" Fujimoto Houtarou sat in the back seat, rubbing his nose, and said smugly, "Maybe it's that stinky woman Yukinoshita who's talking about us, regretting giving up a great achievement. Hahahaha, I didn't expect anyone to dare to mess with our Special Affairs Bureau these days."

One of the team members was a little uneasy: "Section Chief, we rushed to Tokyo Tower as soon as we heard the news. Is it really a good idea to leave those small group members to deal with the possessed minions?"

Fujimoto remained silent, but Mita Toushige, in the driver's seat, reprimanded him: "What are you saying! We're prioritizing the bigger picture. If the other side dares to cause trouble on Tokyo Tower, that's a very serious incident. We're just allocating our combat resources reasonably. As for whether that small group will suffer casualties, what does that have to do with us?"

Fujimoto Houtarou nodded in satisfaction: "Mita is good, mature and steady. That's what it means to have a broad perspective. Now that the mastermind has been exposed, we should naturally go straight for the heart of the matter."

As for what Chaldea is all about, that's obviously not a consideration, right?

The other five members in the car understood their leader's intention and couldn't help but flatter him:

"As expected of the section chief! The young leader of the Fujiwara family branch."

"That's right, it was that little organization that got into trouble. My Special Affairs Bureau is supposed to fight to protect Tokyo."

squeak~

The limousine stopped, and Mita Higashi opened the car door obsequiously. Fujimoto Houtarou got out of the car with a smug look on his face and said with feigned dissatisfaction, "Don't talk nonsense. My achievements today have nothing to do with my background. They are the result of my own merits."

Naturally, everyone showered him with praise.

Standing beneath the Tokyo Tower, he waved his hand, interrupting his subordinates' flattery: "In short, I've had my share of the spoils. Follow me, and you'll solve big cases. Come on, let's get this case sorted out."

"Mita, take the documents and go evacuate the tourists, then follow us."

"Yes!" Mita Toshiaki bowed deeply, then rushed to the Tokyo Tower management office.

As if possessed, he turned and looked back at the group of people. The entrance to the Tokyo Tower resembled the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, slowly devouring each member of the Special Affairs Bureau.

"What are you thinking about?" Mita Toshiaki shook his head with amusement. "The section chief's destructive power is almost as great as a modern armed platoon equipped with light machine guns." He'd better get things done quickly so he could catch up and get a share of the spoils.

Meanwhile, at the top of Tokyo Tower, Tomoya Aki touched his temples, which were throbbing from the destruction of his possessed clone, and revealed an expectant expression.

He sensed the spell at the entrance being activated and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction: "Very good. The authoritarian figures from [the government], representing the ruling body, have also arrived. The elements of the ritual are complete."

He opened his arms as if to embrace the sacred being existing in the void, in the discontinuity and fault line between spaces: "I am the gatekeeper of the silver gate, I am the knight of the otherworldly void, I am the shadow cast upon the world by someone as great as you. Let the feast begin."

27. I won't gnaw on such a tough bone... You'll have to pay extra! (3/3)

The phone rang, and Fujimaru Ritsuka took out her phone: "Hello, is this Haruno-nee? Yes, it is. You said you can't contact the members of the Third Operations Division? Okay, I understand. Hmm... I'll check the messages later and then make a decision."

He hung up the phone, rubbing his temples. Yukino Yukinoshita snorted, "Taking on the job of saving the Demon King without a high-ranking monk? Now you've gotten yourself into trouble, haven't you? What does my sister think?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha performed a magic trick from her own deep valley, pulling out a folding fan and covering her mouth: "I guess Haruno-nee has confidence in us, thinking that we were able to handle such a big situation before, so she wants us to participate as well. This time, without the help of the Special Affairs Bureau and the Shinsengumi, we can make Chaldea stand out all the time."

The three of them sighed in unison, looking somewhat worried.

To be honest, on the surface, the mastermind behind this is a guy who has only recently gained supernatural abilities, and he seems easy to deal with.

That's probably what the incompetent section chief of the third department thought too. He probably thought that a kid with supernatural abilities couldn't possibly cause any serious trouble. On the contrary, his outrageous schemes would only add more luster to his resume.

Then he was caught, silently and without warning. Even the communication equipment specially provided by the Special Affairs Bureau and purchased at great expense from Beimu Nishu was completely useless.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also shared the information from Haruno with everyone in detail: "It is said that a thick, persistent fog appeared at Tokyo Tower, and there are signs that it is spreading outwards... The Special Affairs Bureau reportedly asked experts to come out and refute the rumors, saying it is an unusual weather phenomenon, a truly bizarre weather phenomenon."

"Can't their Special Affairs Bureau invite a few big shots out? A few big shots who can tear down barriers and move mountains and seas~~~" Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked her tongue, speaking sarcastically.

"It's said that the guy in the Third Division, although he's despicable, arrogant, and has a brain as dirty and filthy as an apricot... his strength is theoretically not much different from the other division heads. And the higher-ranking combatant just happened to be on duty at the London Underground Caverns recently." Reciting Yang Nai's comments, Fujimaru Ritsuka was also a little incredulous—that guy who didn't make a move at first glance could also have the level of a second-tier combatant in Japan? I think Japan is doomed.

Yukino Yukinoshita was utterly disgusted, directly exposing the Special Affairs Bureau's ulterior motives: "The same combat power is worlds apart in the hands of a foolish pig and a cunning fox. Just because the representative of one section has been captured, are you worried that your other two section chiefs will also be in trouble if they go in?"

"They even have the audacity to say: combat power might not be very useful inside, and we need a civilian group full of wisdom and flexible principles to intervene and stop the incident. No wonder that within the [Reform Society], Japan's Special Affairs Bureau couldn't suppress other organizations; it's just a scorekeeper and a regular police officer. Is that all the courage they have?" Kasumigaoka Utaha, her venom dripping, was also annoyed by these people.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged: "What else? After all, Japan has its own national conditions. We protect the safety of the zaibatsu, the nobility, and political families. If something really serious happens, we just bow our heads. They're at least somewhat conscientious; they still have some shame. On the other side of the ocean, the mayor might cut off the electricity to the common people and only supply it to the rich. If the common people cause trouble, they might even dare to stand up and criticize you for not helping yourselves."

"No way, even politicians can't be that shameless and blatant, can they?" Even Eriri Sawamura, who was sitting next to her looking relaxed, joined in the questioning.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged and raised a finger: "Sigh, this time we've really been caught red-handed. At least the people around are innocent, and we're the ones who know the inside story. If we let that Tokyo Tower guy go unchecked, guess what would happen?"

Nine times out of ten, some strangely shaped guy descended to Earth and dragged all the people of Tokyo down to zero sanity.

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines. Although it seemed that the ritual being performed there was similar to the previous one involving the Seven Deadly Sins, summoning a weakened version... even a weakened Outer God or Great Old One was still a mowing machine.

"So, is preventing His descent the only option?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, somewhat helplessly.

“No, of course not. We won’t take such a dangerous and uncertain risk.” Fujimaru Ritsuka straightened her back. “It’ll cost extra.”

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"The team's entry ticket to the Spirit Tomb Albion, five pieces of each of the three levels of extraordinary materials, a fully constructed organizational headquarters, partial autonomy over Chiba City, and sufficient funds." Yukino Yukinoshita thought about the demands that Fujimaru Ritsuka had just made and couldn't help but feel incredulous. "Most importantly, they agreed to it."

Sitting in the spacious limousine, Fujimaru Ritsuka opened a bottle of soda, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then replied, "That's just basic bargaining, my friend. Actually, of these demands, after Haruno-nee's calculations, only the one related to the Spirit Tomb Albion would make them a little hesitant. But I didn't expect them to do this."

He watched the scenery outside the window flash by: the bustling night view of Tokyo, numerous cars heading in one direction, and even one or two motorcycles with flashing lights.

The passengers on board, whether down on their luck or glamorous, all possessed a remarkable magical quality.

"A bounty? That's fine, as long as we don't have to lift a finger." Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her knuckles, sensing that things weren't so simple.

The vehicle drove past the police cordon, slowly moved forward, and then gradually brought the tires to a stop; the destination had been reached.

The driver sent by the Sawamura family eagerly opened the car door. Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others got out of the car, their first thought being to contribute to global warming—they took a deep breath.

The Tokyo Tower, once the pride of Tokyo and a landmark of neon lights, is no longer fully visible.

The thick white fog, so dense that it was impossible to discern directions, had already covered the area within 500 meters of where the former Tokyo Tower once stood, and the swirling fog was inadvertently extending outwards.

The sharp-eyed Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to see the fog extend half a meter outward and engulf a vending machine in less than a minute after getting off the bus.

A large group of people dressed in various styles also turned their attention to him, whispering among themselves, apparently having learned from the Special Affairs Bureau who the first discoverer was.

"Please be quiet, everyone." The old man, dressed in a dark black kimono, spoke solemnly, tapping his cane with deep wrinkles that could trap a fly.

The old man waved his hand, and one by one, men in suits and ties walked towards each group of people with documents in their hands.

His first words made everyone present realize the seriousness of the situation: "Please make sure to sign this life-or-death guarantee before accepting the mission, promising that whatever the outcome of this action, it will be a spontaneous action by the people."

28. Using the tongue wildly – ​​referring to verbal battle (2k5, please subscribe)

A moment of silence fell over the crowd. To be honest, no one had expected that this old man could speak such shameless words with such force and conviction.

It's an old non-stick pan.

However, everyone present was a person of strong will, and they did not have much hesitation. They accepted the guarantee and related documents handed over by the Special Affairs Bureau.

Seeing that no one present reacted, the old man nodded: "I am no ordinary person, my name is Fujiwara Yukai, and I serve as an advisor to the Special Affairs Bureau. I'm sure you've all heard about this mission. The information is also in your hands. Of course, this operation still needs more safeguards, so why don't we have someone who was directly involved in the incident tell us about it?"

He turned his gaze to Fujimaru Ritsuka, and everyone present also looked up from their documents and turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Those present included stalwarts stationed at major shrines in Tokyo, lone bounty hunters, and a few peripheral figures just to make up the numbers. But all of them possessed supernatural abilities, many with powerful magical abilities, and their gazes seemed to carry weight.

This is probably what it means to be condemned by everyone.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to herself.

Yukino Yukinoshita leaned closer, her voice trembling slightly: "Be careful, Haruno-nee just sent me a message. Apparently, this old man Fujiwara and the missing idiot have some kind of ambiguous distant kinship."

Is that why they're using this kind of malicious, manipulative pressure? Really...

uninteresting.

It's one thing to scare me, but it would be bad if you scared my lovely teammates.

With a slight smile, Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped forward and replied, "Of course, the reason our Chaldea organization came here is to provide information to you seniors. Putting aside the reward offered by the Special Affairs Bureau, maintaining peace and stability in Tokyo is the most important thing."

Nonsense. Everyone heard that you made an outrageous demand, which is why the Special Affairs Bureau offered a bunch of rewards.

The shrines and temples stationed in Tokyo don't care about so-called limited autonomy, because Tokyo itself operates on a similar model. Like the warring states period, daimyo divide Tokyo into different territories, and the city is suppressed under the coordination of special affairs bureaus.

Lone bounty hunters, on the other hand, are less concerned with territory, even though the small bounties are quite tempting.

What everyone is most concerned about is the qualification to enter the Spirit Tomb Albion, and the incredibly desirable materials. This quantity is a considerable fortune, whether used to train newcomers, for personal use, or for exchange or sale.

Everyone secretly criticized Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, but upon closer reflection, the Special Affairs Bureau's massive financial losses were indeed somewhat related to this guy, and besides, the kid was quite humble...

A man in a deerskin hat in the crowd adjusted his hat, feigning impatience: "Alright, alright, stop with the flattery. These are all your seniors, there's no need for such pretense. I've worked with Yukinoshita Haruno a few times, and with her assessment, your information should be pretty much accurate."

Upon hearing this, everyone relaxed even more and readily agreed.

"In the message that Haruno-nee sent in the car, she mentioned him. Sasagawa Yagokoro is a lone bounty hunter. His trump card is a magic technique that is suspected to be that of a magic bullet hunter. He and Haruno-nee have had the experience of hunting down danger level C+ monsters together." Yukino dutifully played the role of her little secretary and whispered a reminder.

Nice, Haruno-nee! I didn't expect you to have so many connections in Tokyo.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with a smug look on his face: "That guy up there is very likely trying to summon a high-ranking being from the Cthulhu Mythos. We estimate that it is very likely an Outer God named Yog-Sothoth."

"Uh..." Everyone exchanged glances, and Sasagawa Yagokoro remained silent. The shrine maiden of Ueno Toshogu Shrine questioned him, "This..."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, just call me Fujimaru."

"Mr. Fujimaru. It's not that I want to question the information you worked so hard to obtain, but it just sounds too absurd. The deities we worship at Toshogu Shrine are real warlords from the Sengoku period, but even so, we cannot invoke spirits; we can only summon imaginary figures using our own magic."

The shrine maiden paused, thinking of a few popular shrines: "Even the most popular Fushimi Inari Shrine and Tenmangu Shrine rarely see miracles. Besides, the gods in the Cthulhu Mythos that we know are just fictional gods."

Although she was bluntly revealing the true nature of her Shinto religion, the shrine maiden didn't care—these were common knowledge gleaned from years of exploration in the supernatural world. Gods didn't exist, so-called monsters didn't exist, and supernatural abilities like magic only manifested based on extraordinary materials; even strange occurrences were related to extraordinary materials.

Suddenly someone said, "Your common sense is wrong; miracles and gods exist."

Are you kidding me?

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't directly refute her, but instead asked a question: "Has anyone heard about the Seven Deadly Sins' operations in Fukuoka?"

"Are you referring to the riots that broke out in Fukuoka City and the destruction of Tenmangu Shrine?" The shrine maiden asked, somewhat puzzled, but Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed that several people were giving her meaningful looks.

Fujiwara Yuumi stroked his beard, hesitating whether to stop Fujimaru Ritsuka from speaking out, but ultimately did not act. After all, suppressing Fujimaru Ritsuka out of personal feelings was one thing, but taking the blame for a failed mission was another.

Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "That's not all. At Tenmangu Shrine, the Seven Deadly Sins organization used the faith and longing of Sugawara no Michizane and Tenman Daijizaijin to forcibly distort and create the mythical monster Leviathan. Therefore, we have reason to speculate that this incident is related to the creation of the myth. Please be careful."

The crowd stirred slightly, and people began to talk quietly, with a few even showing expressions of keen interest.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled wryly. These people seemed to have underestimated Aki Tomoya. However, since she had given him a warning, he must have taken precautions and at least wouldn't be taken advantage of.

Fujiwara Yukai coughed heavily, tapping his cane, and said, "As a special affairs bureau, we can guarantee the authenticity of this information about the Chaldea organization. In short, please do your best to stop that madman's actions and prevent Tokyo from suffering an undeserved disaster."

He glanced at everyone and said, "Well then, if there's anything else you need to prepare, please go now. Time waits for no one."

Everyone began to take action, either picking up their phones or instructing their companions to gather tools that could protect their minds and suppress the temptations and confusion. Some lone travelers even started to network and discuss cooperating within the confines.