Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Kasumigaoka Utaha disagreed with her opinion: "That's right, that guy made a mistake, but if his affairs are exposed, who will clean up the mess?"

“Can’t we handle this cleanup? At least we could contact the Special Affairs Bureau or his parent company,” Yukino Yukinoshita said, still somewhat reluctant. Before the puppet died, it had said it had devoured the lives of many tourists, turning their remains into puppets placed in the scene. For example, Peter Pan and Pinocchio were actually puppets made from human bodies. After using its ability, the puppets confused the inspectors cognitively, but they couldn't change the recorded data.

In other words, if the data is carefully checked, it can be found that Tokyo Disneyland occasionally experiences a mysterious decrease in the number of visitors.

Therefore, she was very impatient with the person in charge who neglected his duties and failed to properly count the number of tourists.

Shiyu sighed, "Then, without manpower, we can't handle the aftermath immediately in this place that's not under the jurisdiction of Chiba Prefecture or the Tokyo Special Affairs Bureau. By the time the company sends people, there might be even bigger problems. For example, the supernatural event might be leaked to other tourists."

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Yukino, who was still a little confused: "You're still clinging to procedural justice. Just because we need him now doesn't mean we'll need him in the future. If we help him this time, will we be unable to deal with him later? By the time we can manage Chiba Prefecture, this guy will be like a grasshopper in autumn."

Yukino and Utaha were both speechless—"I never thought you were this kind of person, Fujimaru Ritsuka. This idea is truly......"

"Don't use knives or guns. Just use Yuihama's Enchanting Eyes on him to expose his embezzlement and dereliction of duty. It'll be over soon."

The law refused.

Yukino and Utaha both looked at the trembling Yui Yuigahama—this tool person has potential.

74. The Sordid Human Trafficking

"So tell me, isn't Fujimaru going too far! He's practically using me as a tool~" Yui spit out a big spoonful of risotto, which was mainly made with shrimp and seasoned with tomatoes, avocados and lemons. She was then stunned by the taste, which had a unique flavor of Spanish immigrants.

Eriri and Hibiki Sakura exchanged a glance, not daring to speak—you're both big shots, so don't ask us to judge.

Looking around, the spacious restaurant faces the tranquil bay, with twinkling lights all around, like stepping back into the 19th-century American South, natural and intoxicating. What a wonderful atmosphere! Let's not talk about anything dark, we're afraid of that.

"Hiccup~"

Sakura Hibiki quickly covered her mouth, and when she saw everyone looking up at her, she could only give an awkward smile.

Yui Yuigahama was already staring at her, seemingly demanding an answer. Eriri Sawamura patted her chest, thankfully Hibiki Sakura was there to support her.

Hibiki Sakura had no choice but to rack her brains and think of how to answer Yui.

Yui, Yui, just look at your name, and you'll know you're going to be persecuted by everyone—saying that will get you killed.

Punishing evil and upholding justice is something we will do without hesitation. Fujimaru entrusted this task to you because he trusts you. Yui is just occasionally naive, but she's not stupid. Besides, even the people directly involved in her veiled complaints don't respond to her playful complaints. Would I dare say that to them? I wouldn't dare.

After rapidly depleting the energy accumulated over the past two hours, Hibiki Sakura finally found a way out: "Hey, Yui-kun, aren't you afraid of setting a bad example for a little girl like Abigail by saying things like this in front of her?"

Yui Yuigahama was taken aback, then turned to Abigail, feeling deeply remorseful.

"Huh? What do you mean? Isn't the commander a nice guy? Our town's sheriff would come up with the Bible every now and then and declare that he was the law, and then he'd get hanged by those bad guys." Abigail looked up in confusion when she heard her name and spoke the cruel truth.

"Are the people in this small part of America really this simple and honest?" Hibiki Sakura's expression was almost breaking down.

Others: It left a strange impression on someone who had never been to the United States.

Fujimaru Ritsuka patted Abigail's head and then comforted Yui, "Don't overthink it. We would never see you that way. You're a good partner to us, an invaluable member. Without you, we could rely on you to deal with those who refuse to cooperate, those we can't do openly, and those vicious and unwilling opponents. You're an indispensable member of Chaldea!"

Yui Yuigahama felt that these words sounded familiar, but she was still very pleased: Tou thinks I am very important, so he will give me more tasks in the future. This shows that he values ​​me.

Yukino Yukinoshita watched from the side, seemingly lost in thought, as if she had learned something.

The others felt a chill, as if Fujimaru Ritsuka had opened a door that shouldn't have been opened.

Fujimaru Ritsuka spat, and after calming down the "tool," he turned to Sakura Hibiki with a smile. Before he could speak, the latter immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Fujimaru-kun! I promise I'll keep this a secret. I won't let anyone know what happened today. Please don't erase my memory!"

Her gaze wandered: "I read in those books that deleting memories can damage the brain, unlike in 'Men in Black' where it's so easy."

"No, it'll only be a few days of silliness. At worst, you'll run into someone who can hypnotize you and plant all sorts of corrupting commands in you, turning you into a [beep] who can only [beep]." Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs up and smiled, showing eight teeth. "Our Kasumigaoka should be able to handle it. If all else fails, we'll just go find that sadistic old man if we fail as a practice run."

"No!" Hibiki Sakura immediately sprang onto the high stool, pleading in a difficult dogeza position, "Please spare me, I'll do anything."

"Heh heh, you can do anything, huh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled a contract out of her pocket. "Sign this indenture."

"Didn't you plan this all along?" Sakura Hibiki reluctantly took the contract, glanced at it, and then widened her eyes.

This is certainly not a contract of servitude, otherwise I would have been torn apart by those two menacing women in black stockings.

However, Hibiki Sakura was surprised to find it was an employee contract: it was very simple, with all five social insurances and one housing fund provided, and the salary wasn't high, roughly the same as that of a convenience store chain like Taikoo. The workload was light; she didn't need to sit in an office, just report incidents promptly. She also saw a very attractive project.

"There's a reward for discovering and confirming strange events?" Sakura Hibiki's eyes were practically filled with money symbols. She wiped her drool, took out a pen without saying a word, and quickly signed it.

"Hmm~ Very good. Now that you've witnessed the strange event, you're somewhat protected." Fujimaru Ritsuka put the contract away with satisfaction. His words made Sakura Hibiki perk up her ears.

"Uh, so, I might encounter strange things again in the future?" Hibiki Sakura felt immense pressure.

Fujimaru Ritsuka comforted her, "Don't worry, as long as you make the call quickly enough, you'll still survive. Probably."

"Probably?" Hibiki Sakura asked, without much hope.

"Well, essentially it's about connecting your concepts with our organization. According to Sister Yang Nai, in a mystical sense, it can make your attraction to the supernatural slightly lower than usual..."

"It's a tiny bit..." Hibiki Sakura had her face buried on the table, and after a while, she finally let out a muffled voice: "Speaking of which, do many monsters have a physical form that can be smashed directly?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her gaze to Kasumigaoka Utaha, signaling for Chaldea's most reliable technical advisor to speak—even though her spellcasting was only D-rank.

Kasumigaoka Utaha touched her lips with her slender white fingers, and after a long while said, "Using the props that gloomy man made using Bean Dad's knowledge, they should be able to kill, right?"

Sakura Hibiki slammed her fist on the table and stood up, clenching her fist: "I've made up my mind. I'll ask my teacher to introduce me to Grandpa Magic Gun for martial arts training, and then I'll earn more money to buy props from Mr. Kaiki Deishuu."

Fujimaru Ritsuka: "The Magical Era: Am I the Only One Who Isn't an Awakener?" A new era of magical gun girl tales, serialized in a prestigious magazine.

Sakura Hibiki, her fighting spirit ignited, sat down and started eating again. In her words, to train well, one must first eat well.

Yukino watched the girl, who had found an excuse to satisfy her appetite, with amusement, but also a touch of melancholy: "Sakura-san, as an ordinary person, has also been dragged into this. This era is changing too fast."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded: "Yes, for example, our friend Hachiman has been missing for almost a month, and we don't know what he's doing."

As Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered to herself, far away in the London underground, Hikigaya Hachiman sneezed: "Who's talking about me? Could it be Komachi? Ugh, I'm going to get yelled at when I get back."

"Hachiman, don't just stand there, come and relieve me."

"Here it comes." Hachiman Hikigaya picked up his wooden sword, slung it over his shoulder, and walked over wearily.

On the other side, there were monsters everywhere.

75. Teenagers of this age are indeed all secretly passionate.

"What's on the other side of the sea? The Smurfs, of course!" Hachiman Hikigaya forced a joke and teased Saika Totsuka, who had just come down from the battlefield.

The little angel's delicate, porcelain-like face was covered in dust, and his uniform was stained with blood. He forced a smile and said, "Hachiman, you're really energetic. Hold on a little longer."

"Ah, leave it to me." Hachiman Hikigaya rushed out, his wooden sword mercilessly slashing down a snake queen who was hiding and secretly casting spells in front of the battle, not caring at all about the materials it dropped—he had accumulated enough.

As he swung his wooden sword, Hachiman Hikigaya regretted bringing his companion to the London Den of Demons.

Driven by the desire to quickly repay favors, he, along with Naruzo Machigami, Saika Totsuka, and several other Awakened, gathered at the Spirit Tomb Albion for their daily material farming activity. Knowing the pass was hard-earned, they planned to farm for seven days before returning. However, less than three days later, the entire Spirit Tomb Albion erupted in chaos.

Monsters that shouldn't be in the shallow city ruins surged in like a tide, catching all the superhumans who remained inside completely off guard. They could only rely on the city ruins near the entrance for a defensive battle. Sufficient combat power and the supply stores near the entrance have allowed them to maintain their battle line until now—and perhaps even for another month or so.

However, those who remain have a vague idea in their minds—these monsters did not riot spontaneously, but rather appeared in this area because something terrifying seemed to be driving them.

The pressure, like the calm before a storm, made everyone restless and agitated, leading to a series of small mistakes.

Hachiman Hikigaya, panting heavily, freed an Onmyoji from his predicament, but failed to notice that worms were bursting out of the octopus-like corpse of the sea demon beside him.

"Sneak attack, evil civilization, crush!" The tri-colored rainbow light blades softly wrapped around the bird-sized winged blade insects, tearing them into pieces.

Hachiman Hikigaya, sweating profusely, watched the blade sweep past his eyes and shouted his thanks: "Thank you, Tsukamoto!"

Wearing a transparent white veil, Tsukamoto Yakumo nodded expressionlessly and continued to engage in the battle.

Hachiman Hikigaya sighed, "If only Fujimaru were here."

"Hahaha, Hachiman is here again. Even if he's an Awakened, what abilities can he have after only a month in this world?" a comrade joked loudly.

"Who said that? My friend is very capable, he must have a way." Hachiman Hikigaya smiled and gave the middle finger, which caused a burst of laughter. Even Yakumo Tsukamoto's poker face showed a slight smile.

"Anyway, hang in there. The distress call has been sent out, and reinforcements should arrive in a few days. Don't be too scared to believe it when my friends come and wipe you out." Hachiman joked with the others on the battlefield, trying to encourage them, his eyes involuntarily fixed on the front lines—hoping those corrupt bureaucrats above would react quickly. They could manage now, but if the enemy forces from below really arrived, things would get really messy.

Well, what were the bureaucrats doing behind closed doors? Holding a meeting. Everyone was hesitant, considering whether to send additional reinforcements. The area around Albion, the tomb of spirits, located on the outskirts of London, had long been designated a military restricted zone, and now it was further garrisoned with a large number of modern weapons units incorporating magical knowledge.

Their biggest concern was whether reinforcements would cause the monsters inside to break free—the Tomb of Albion had a powerful seal, and although the London side had accidentally obtained the device to open it, there was a certain buffer zone between the switches. If it were opened at this time, who would be responsible for any casualties?

The bureaucrats dared not gamble—nor were they capable of it. Long after Britain handed over its nuclear weapons dominance to the United States, the glory of Great Britain had long been trampled into the mud by themselves, and they simply lacked the courage to gamble.

"Ahem, why not continue to rely on civilian volunteer teams to maintain the front line? In case of failure, we can assist them in their retreat and eliminate any monsters that might break through the seal." Finally, an honest person spoke up, and the other bureaucrats all agreed, voting to approve the plan to wait and see.

As for notifying other members of the [Reform Society] who are on good terms with the lower-level civil organizations to provide support? Great Britain has its own national conditions; how can we arbitrarily leak secrets?

Thus, a peaceful day returned to the area around the tomb of Albion.

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With the moon high in the sky, Fujimaru Ritsuka, carrying the sleeping Abigail on her back, waved goodbye to her friends in Tokyo. The four members of the Chiba group walked along the quiet streets on their way home, bathed in moonlight, their journey peaceful and serene.

Yui got playful and skipped along, stepping on the shadows cast by the streetlights and moonlight. Not content with playing by herself, she insisted on dragging Yukino along too.

"How childish..." Yukino was dragged over with a helpless expression, reluctantly following Yui as they hopped and skipped in the shadows, eventually joining in the fun. Gradually, the sounds of the girls' playful antics filled the air.

Isn't this just a Superman version of hopscotch?

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched the two girls leap several meters, then nervously glanced around. Fortunately, there were few people living in this alleyway leading from the station, so she let them play.

However, this child really didn't have much of a childhood; he seems to be playing such a simple game for the first time.

Looking at Yukino's face, flushed with excitement, from afar, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but sigh—why play hopscotch? Come play a game with me! Aibo, let's go to the arcade dance machine!

He nudged Abigail's little bottom from behind, but the sleeping Abigail frowned and murmured, "Captain, you're so mean! Don't be so fast. Abigail hasn't taken a bath yet, she smells awful."

Fujimaru Ritsuka froze. The two girls standing in the shadows opposite her stopped. The shadows they cast covered half of their faces, and the other half of their faces, which were no longer beautiful and cute, became sinister.

"Abby wants the leader to take Abby along as usual..."

The gazes opposite him were so sharp they defied the boundaries of art style. The two women had resolute expressions, and the next moment they pointed their fingers high and shouted at Fujimaru Ritsuka, "You are dead." He was not surprised at all.

"Horse riding games are so much fun, hehe..." Abby, perched on Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder, laughed happily, unknowingly soaking his shoulder with sweat.

"Oh dear, it's so hot."

"That's right, that's right, hurry home."

The two turned around stiffly and moved forward in unison.

Fujimaru Ritsuka curled her lip in disdain: "You two understand so quickly, is it really Chiba who's hot?"