Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Help! Yakuza are trying to kill someone!" Yui Yuigahama chimed in quickly, and they were laughing when they heard someone rushing over excitedly.

They looked at each other blankly, and then were severely reprimanded by the disheveled patrol officers who arrived before being released.

"It's so embarrassing..." "We absolutely can't tell Yukino." The two exchanged an embarrassed glance, indicating that it would remain a secret and not be revealed.

"Well then, this is my home." Yui stood at the door of the detached house with the [Yuihama] house sign hanging on it and waved. "Then, Tou, go home early too. See you at school."

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved goodbye and walked towards the station, vaguely hearing the conversation at the Yuihama family about "which boy is who".

But it doesn't matter, Yuigahama Yui should be able to handle it, probably.

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After taking a shower, Fujimaru Ritsuka was drying her hair when she noticed a lot of unread messages in the group that had been renamed [Chaldea Stands Here].

He picked up his phone and was speechless.

It starts with a bunch of pictures of Abigail sleeping, and then Yui is frantically repeating "kawaii".

It must be mentioned that Yang Nai has not yet joined the group; currently, there are only the three of them in the group.

and many more...

Looking at those photos, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes sharpened.

He typed the information quickly.

[Good Master of Order]: Yukinoshita... why does Abigail's outfit look a little different?

[The principal dancer on the narcissus]: ​​I changed.

[Master of Order and Goodness]:!

[Great Wisdom]: !

[Good Lord of Order]: This is a crime! I have already called the police.

[The lead dancer on the daffodils]: ε=('ο｀*))) Sigh

[The Principal Dancer on the Narcissus]: ​​Lolicon's thinking is always so unpredictable. It's just changing into Ququ's pajamas, what's the big deal?

[Good Lord of Order]: ...I'm going to take a screenshot and then add Abi to the group so she can see it.

[Big Smart]: A-Teng is ruthless!

[The Principal Dancer on the Daffodils]: I have some good stuff here, do you want it?

[Good Lord of Order]: Considering this is your first offense, I will not pursue the matter further.

As a result, new images kept appearing on LINE. Tonight, everyone saved a ton of images.

Satisfied, Fujimaru Ritsuka put down her phone, feeling a sense of joyful encouragement in her eyes. So, it was time to touch them.

He lay down on the soft bed and drifted off into a sweet dream...

That's impossible!

The familiar clanging sound rang out, and Fujimaru Ritsuka silently got up. Looking at the crimson sky and the endless Sword Tomb Wasteland, she felt extremely frustrated: Excluding the time during the incident, I've only been slacking off for a few days, and now I've been dragged back in to be beaten up again?

But something was subtly off, because the sounds around me were no longer as gentle and orderly as before, with an exquisite rhythm.

Those were the sounds of battle, clashes and struggles, each side trying to disrupt the other's rhythm and pull it into their own. The clashes were fueled by a fiery will and an icy rationality.

Fujimaru Ritsuka held his breath and crept over quietly—he needed to observe the situation and see how to enter the battlefield to achieve a better result.

But when he got close, he immediately abandoned his plan to launch a sneak attack.

Before him, black flames and crimson flames intertwined and collided, a battle between a demon-infused body and a hastily crafted demon sword, with the intruder at a disadvantage.

He stood up and shouted, "Count, what are you doing, Count?"

"Ah. So it really is someone you know, kid?" Senji Muramasa unleashed his Noble Phantasm, repelling the intruder, and helplessly slung the large iron hammer over his shoulder. "At first, I thought it was someone who had invaded."

Forced to retreat, the Cave King brushed the dust off his coat and said with a forced smile, "Same here. We finally found our long-lost Master, only to discover that someone is parasitizing our dreams. It's hard not to have doubts."

The two faced off, then burst into laughter, patted each other on the shoulder, and praised each other's skills.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: →v→

He finally realized that even if these two had a misunderstanding at first, they must have realized it later. But they probably figured that since they were already fighting, they might as well fight a little longer to loosen up their muscles and have some fun.

57. Earl, what did you say? Are you going to start a double laugh?

"Hmph, you're still the same. Your dreams are always filled with all sorts of chaotic places." The Cave King lit a cigarette, a faint black flame rising from his fingertips, his face indifferent.

This guy put on a very convincing act, exuding the air of a victor, making it impossible to tell that he was the one who was just being dominated.

Fujimaru Ritsuka secretly gave him a thumbs up.

Senji Muramasa was displeased. He put down the hammer, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, "Oh, as expected of a noble lord. Well, we country folk's workshops are beneath our notice."

"Even the Demon King wouldn't dare call such an ultimate magic a piece of cake. It's just that I'm a little surprised that you're the one protecting my Master's dream." The Count of Monte Cristo exhaled a smoke ring, his expression indifferent, with a peculiar smile. "After all, you were a Servant who was first with the Alien God and then came to Chaldea."

"Oh? I don't remember any of that. And for me, isn't it only natural to take on someone's job and serve the employer wholeheartedly?"

“Timid, just a working-class person…” The Cave King flicked his cigarette ash, neither confirming nor denying Senji Muramasa’s words.

"Count! I have something to say! After defeating Zeus and Ashiya Mitsumichi, what exactly happened?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were practically glowing. Before he transmigrated, the dreaded Mushroom Mushroom's writing was like constipation, the plot barely developed, and he only knew a little bit of the story.

"do not know."

"Eh?"

The Count of Monte Cristo flicked away his cigarette butt, ignoring Muramasa Senji's warning not to litter, and looked intently at Ritsuka Fujimaru: "Master, first of all, let me clarify, I am not that Count of Monte Cristo. The one before you is merely a clone of the spirit of the guy who embarked on the path of saving humanity with you. If you hadn't accidentally restarted the Command Seals system..."

He glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand with an ambiguous expression; it seemed that the bright red Command Seal had also surprised him.

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to realize something: "You can't possibly appear in my dreams, can you?"

“Correct!” King Entrance nodded with satisfaction, pointing to Muramasa Senji over there, “That guy is actually the same principle. Compared to the main body, he is just like a split spirit. When you get a stimulus, by chance, you will first connect to him and fix him in place.”

"The power within you also comes from the information transmitted by his spirit origin. Although it is weak, it has the potential to grow within a human body like yours."

“Originally, he might have been your last resort. But the Command Seal system was forcibly activated by an outsider, the summoning ritual was formed, and for some unknown reason, my spirit origin information was captured. Thus, the frail me was born here.”

"Regarding some of your doubts, I probably forcibly read some of them from the Holy Grail fragments and your memories during the summoning." The Cave King revealed a ferocious look, as fierce as a greedy tiger, with black flames constantly raging all over his body.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard—"The Count of Monte Cristo, are you about to give away spoilers? As expected of you, my hero."

"Why do we, these weak beings, like fragmented spirits, possess memories?"

"Why is it that even those who have awakened possess memories of Chaldea?"

"Why do ordinary humans have to obtain superhuman abilities from raw materials?"

"The answer is simple: Fujimaru Ritsuka, you are the one who caused the world to change, hahahahaha..." The Count of Monte Cristo laughed loudly.

Senji Muramasa, looking unable to bear it, ran over and grabbed the Count of Monte Cristo by the collar: "What are you thinking? Is this the kind of thing you should be saying?"

"Excuse me for interrupting you guys while you were cosplaying a famous scene from Kamen Rider Ex-Aid." Fujimaru Ritsuka innocently raised her hand, her tone utterly bored. "It was all expected, Earl. Can't you do something funny?"

"Hmph, Lord Senji Muramasa, you underestimate your Master's nerves. This guy is the kind of person who would heartlessly issue self-destruct orders to the Shadow of Arash time and time again." The Count of Monte Cristo broke free from Senji Muramasa's hand and straightened his collar. "Want to know the answer? Then go to the Spirit Tomb Albion. All the answers are there."

Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes again: "Don't play One Piece. In short, you don't really know the situation either, you just think there's some truth about Albion's Tomb, right?"

"...You're not wrong either." The Cave King flicked his cloak and vanished into the shadows.

Senko Muramasa exclaimed, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a strange expression: "So you know? Tell me the truth already, why do you make it seem like I know nothing?"

"What could there be... Chaldea's Servants are everywhere, so I'm the most suspicious one, aren't I? As for Albion, it's a local specialty from your hometown, so isn't that the most likely place to explore? That's basic reasoning, my friend." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged, utterly speechless at Senji Muramasa—I thought you had some inside information, but it turns out you know less than a newbie.

"...Stop talking, let's train, let's train." Senji Muramasa blushed, unable to bear Fujimaru Ritsuka's disdainful look any longer. He angrily rolled up his sleeves, ready for a real man's duel.

“Oh~~ Training in dreams increases combat experience? It’s quite similar to the special training I gave my Master back in the prison tower…” A voice came from Fujimaru Ritsuka’s shadow, startling Senko Muramasa and calming him down—this kind of close protection, almost like a stalker, was indeed necessary for the Master.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, on the other hand, seemed to be used to it: "What you did in the prison tower wasn't training, it was murder! I was under a curse, and you sneaked in to save me, but you still expect me to fight you, a true Servant man, one-on-one? Is that reasonable?"

"Master... I used to think you talked a lot of witty remarks, but how come your ability to make sarcastic comments has also improved?"

"That's right, don't you know who I am?"

"Stop talking nonsense, take this!" Senji Muramasa was too lazy to wait for the two of them to finish their manzai performance with their similar voices, and directly drew his sword and attacked.

The swift strike caught Fujimaru Ritsuka off guard. He cried out in surprise, "Senji Muramasa, you have no sportsmanship! You tried to trick me and launch a sneak attack..."

Then he realized that he had already retreated quickly, dodging the knife, and only then did he have time to finish telling a lame joke.

"what happened?"

Senji Muramasa wasn't too surprised and nodded: "Not bad, it's got the flavor. Let's do it again."

From the shadows, deep flames burned, lightning roared, and laughter was wild and unrestrained: "Hahahaha... Master, prepare to receive the power from the vengeful demon!"

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58. From Wenzhou to Canada!

Almost instantly, Fujimaru Ritsuka dodged the attack from Senji Muramasa. His thoughts accelerated, and his body was forcibly elevated to the same speed as his mind. He evaded several slashes with bizarre movements that he usually found difficult, just like the flexible gymnast, Mr. Hassan.

"This speed, this feeling... Hahahaha, I've become light too!" Almost as if playing around, Fujimaru Ritsuka circled around Senko Muramasa once, then stopped, extremely proud of herself.

Senjimura, holding a knife, wore a strange expression: "Not bad, with the physique I bestowed upon you, plus the Count of Monte Cristo's unreasonable speed, you're actually much faster than the two of us half-crippled beings. But... is speed useful?"

"Tsk tsk, my dear master, why did you utter such a strange statement about purity being useless, like in Baki? Speed, of course, is very useful, take this!"

Almost instantly, Fujimaru Ritsuka transformed into an indistinguishable phantom, unleashing nine slashes—Tarazuka, Kesa-zan, Reverse Kesa, Left Horizontal Slash, Right Horizontal Slash, Left Upper Slash, Right Upper Slash, Against the Wind, and Thrust—that arrived in front of Senji Muramasa almost simultaneously, like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the dead of night, carrying an alluring and profound beauty.

"This is the Nine-Headed Dragon Flash... Huh?"

Clang clang clang~~ Nine dense, almost simultaneous, clanging sounds rang out, and Senji Muramasa, like a nine-armed Asura, held the blade in both hands and blocked each perfect strike.

Across the clashing swords, Senji Muramasa revealed an incredibly cunning smile: "But Master, I also possess the ability of [Sword Aesthetics A]. The path you've chosen is utterly exposed."

"Don't stand still, Master. Ignite the hatred in your heart and burn this guy." The Earl's words almost instantly reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was not yet familiar with the Count's fighting strength.

Then, let the dark emotions in my heart burn!

A tiny flame flickered and then disappeared.

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