Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 2 Chaldea Must Stay for Me
Ritsuka Fujimaru is sick.

Although it is said that humans have saved the world countless times, it is not uncommon for people to get sick.

What is truly terrifying is that even Miss Nightingale, who shouted "eradicate disease", and Asclepius, the "Greek God of Medicine" who claimed to be able to resurrect the dead, admitted that Fujimaru Ritsuka had a terminal illness.

When Fujimaru asked them to heal him, the two of them behaved in surprisingly consistent manner.

He raised his hands and pushed them away with his palms facing outward.

'Sorry, I can't do that.'

If you can't do it, you will be punished. No, if you continue to press the issue, Miss Nightingale will resort to violence.

The symptoms first appeared in the second month after Fujimaru Ritsuka left Chaldea. The treatment lasted for two years, but instead of getting better, the condition kept getting worse.

Of course, although it is said to have worsened, this symptom has not caused very serious health damage.

All Fujimaru Ritsuka did was just yawn.

As if he was yawning a never-ending yawn, he was unable to enjoy life all day long because of boredom.

In the second half of the first year, Chaldea, who had been keeping an eye on Fujimaru Ritsuka's situation, ignored the principle of "not interfering with Fujimaru Ritsuka's life as an ordinary person" and sent a medical team to treat him. They even arranged for him to join the Tokyo University exchange student program to travel around the world to relax.

After comprehensive judgment, the fat director even decided to skip his busy schedule and travel halfway around the world to Japan to find Fujimaru Ritsuka and use the treatment equipment made by Da Vinci to help him complete the treatment.

But the result.
The fat director looked at the diagnosis results in front of him with a serious expression, while Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was sitting on the bed, looked a little restrained.

He felt like he was in the middle of the class in the final exam, while the fat director in front of him was the old mother who had received the slip of paper with his report card. She knew that she should not put pressure on her child, but she couldn't hide her expression anyway.

But even if she is a mother, the fat director is likely to be a kind mother. Thinking of this, Ritsuka moved his shoulder closer to Goldruff and pretended to be nothing in a tone of "what's for lunch?" "Actually, my illness is not that serious. Miss Nightingale and I have completely exaggerated my condition. We also troubled the great director of Chaldea to travel to a remote place like Japan. In my opinion, the director should have a good rest compared to me, so today's treatment ends here-"

"Fuji↑maru↓Tachi↑ka!!"

was interrupted.

The fat blond director shouted angrily, "If you hadn't failed every psychological diagnosis, would I have come to pester you every day?"

"Why don't you check your score yourself! You just came back from your round-the-world trip and found out how many points you got! Thirteen points! I don't know how you got that! That's not even thirty points!"

"." Putting his hands back on his thighs, Fujimaru Ritsuka showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, his eyes wandering. "I, I used the wrong order to fill in the cards with 2B pencils."

“There are no multiple-choice questions on our test paper.”

After hesitating for a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka said solemnly, "We at Liben promote encouragement-based education. Director, please stop scolding me immediately."

"Didn't you say that your nationality is Earth?"

"In fact, I have always felt that Japan is my second home."

Looking at the boy who was stubborn and trying to make excuses, the fat director sighed and couldn't bear to continue scolding him.

"never mind."

He put down the diagnosis sheet in his hand, opened a hard notebook, and asked casually. "Old procedure, tell me what you have done recently. Well, you just came back from traveling around the world to relax, so tell me what you saw and heard there. Let's talk about China first."

"it is good."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Ritsuka smiled innocently and politely took out his cell phone.

"Look at this, Chief."

"Huh? Let me take a look."

Fujimaru took out his cell phone, placed it horizontally, and faced the screen towards the fat director.

The fat director looked carefully and saw only a black screen. Just when he thought that Fujimaru Ritsuka might have pressed something wrong, the screen suddenly lit up with white light, and then -

The two directors were not familiar with it, but they could roughly tell that Chinese characters were beginning to emerge.
Accompanied by the powerful voice of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Original God, start——"

"What a mess?" The fat director frowned, leaned back, and subconsciously moved away from his phone. "Isn't this the so-called two-dimensional mobile game? You learned this in China?"

"But our Chinese friends all like this game and its production company. They can't put it down and are devoted to it." Fujimaru said confidently, "Look at the data. Even Mr. Kong Ming agrees."

".Anything else?" The fat director did not comment. He just wrote a few words on his notebook and continued asking questions.

The boy quietly put his phone away and said, "I also learned how to circumvent the firewall to update Twitter."

"Why climb over the wall for something like that?"

The boy shook his head slowly.

"Director, this is a topic that cannot be touched upon." The young man shook his head, "You are really inconsiderate."

?

".Have you read any books?"

"The Dragon Tribe."

"what is that?"

“The local Harry Potter.”

The director put down his notebook, looked at himself with an expression of 'what is this kid talking about', and paused for a moment before speaking.

"What about India? You went there too, right?"

"Aloe vera juice and flies," Ritsuka answered simply. "And Indians."

".Faguo."

"Football hooligans," Ritsuka recalled. "And black people."

"Ying country!"

"Fish, chips, and rain." Although it was still a stereotypical answer, when talking about Britain, Ritsuka's eyes were a little subtle, more wandering than before.

"anything else."

"And what else? Oh, Italy? There aren't as many gangs as rumored, no Vongola, and no Passion. The pasta is delicious, but the pizza doesn't seem to have pineapples and strawberries. I'm very disappointed." Ritsuka gestured with his hands to the shape of an oven, "It doesn't have cranberries either."

The director listened quietly, then he tapped the pen cap in his hand with the tip of his fingernails and asked coldly.

"I mean Yingguo. When you were in Yingguo, was there anything else you didn't report to me?"

It was clearly a question, but the tone was almost declarative, like a historian announcing an imperial decree.

"."

In less than half a second, Fujimaru Ritsuka opened and closed his mouth, pursed his lips, and licked his lips at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Finally, he said with a bright smile, "Oh, I also visited several Chaldea colleagues in the Clock Tower office."

"We all had a meal together and ate kebab. Didn't I take a photo and post it on Twitter?"

"What's wrong? Is the director lonely? Hahaha, then let's have a meal together! It's a good time to reminisce about the past, get drunk, and rekindle the old love--"

"I'm talking about the fight you had with the magician in the Clock Tower."

"." I'm super, box.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Ritsuka Fujimaru kept smiling, but the curve of his mouth was as stiff as steel that has been quenched and cooled.

"Why, you don't want to elaborate?" The director pointed at the notebook in his hand expressionlessly. "Just tell me that when you were sightseeing, you met a magician who liked your physique and wanted to take you back and soak you in formalin. Then you rushed into the magician's workshop alone and beat the magician into the intensive care unit."

"."

"You don't want to tell me? Then you want to talk about the time you went to see El-Melloi II without permission, pestered him to ride the Mystic Eye Train, met a Dead Apostle who wanted to suck your blood and sent him to the intensive care unit, and almost had a head-on battle with the 27th Ancestor of the Dead Apostles?"

"."

Ritsuka Fujimaru didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and touched his neck with his hand, looking a little shy and socially anxious.

However, the word "social phobia" itself seems extremely weird when put together with Ritsuka Fujimaru.

At least the director finally couldn't help it.

Snapped!
The director slammed the table again.

"Were you such a troublemaker before? Look at you now!!"

He stood up and pointed at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"You have scratched your neck and the sides of your face seven times since entering this room!"

The boy immediately let go, pursed his lips and placed his hands on his legs.

"If I put my hands down, I'll touch my thighs and pull my sweatpants!"

Li Xiang loosened his wrinkled sweatpants with a subtle expression.

"Your eyes are wandering. You haven't dared to look at me since just now!"

His shoulders shook, and Ritsuka managed to raise his head.

The fat director showed an even more regretful expression.

".The dark circles under your eyes are so deep that they are frightening, your eyelids are dry, your lips are cracked, and your eyes are red. In Chinese medicine terms, you are suffering from internal heat. In my words, you are possessed by a demon!"

Yes, at this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka was in such a mess.

The refreshing, sunny, cheerful, beautiful boy with a face that even the heroic spirits recognized, the boy who always smiled at everyone and was like a little sun, is gone.

Her black hair was messy and her face was unhealthily red. One side of her fair neck had marks from repeated scratches by fingernails. Her shirt was open, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her fingers were long and the contrast between her fair skin and black trousers was stark.

The sunlight turned into rolling charms, like a tiny firefly floating through the mist, and shattered into pieces of fireworks on the boy's cheek. Neat black hair, delicate and soft facial curves, blue eyes soaked in the sunset, scattering chaotic colors.

It seemed like the dusk of Shibuya, the boy was walking in front, he was bathing in the sunset, the red Tang roses were blooming in the gaps of his hair, ancient and elegant, yet charming and beautiful, like a fairy in a painting dyed with mist.

Ritsuka Fujimaru was also very handsome before, but he was limited to being a herbivorous handsome guy and a little brother next door.

but now
Rather than saying it's a beautiful boy, it's better to say it's
The director was extremely angry.

“Fujimaru! You gigolo! You have no male ethics! Are you doing this to Mashukodai, Ereshkigal, Kiyohime, Shizue Kama, Minamoto Yorimitsu, Joan of Arc, Astolfor, Morgan Souji, Lilith, Mirusin————?”

Sorry, wait, did you read in an extra weird person?
Fujimaru was surprised and thought about it carefully, but couldn't seem to find the problem.

But sir, I am innocent.

After all, Fujimaru Ritsuka has his own grievances.

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)

It refers to a delayed and persistent mental disorder caused by an individual experiencing, witnessing or encountering one or more actual deaths involving himself or herself or others, or being threatened with death, or serious injury, or a threat to physical integrity.

This often appears in novels and comics, and is often a setting held by the protagonist with a heavy past.

And think about it carefully.
[Actual death] or something like that, no one has experienced more than Fujimaru Ritsuka.

It is not surprising that he suffers from such a disease. It is better to say that the director had actually expected it. If it is "traumatic re-experience" or "avoidance and numbness", this form of manifestation is actually easy to deal with. Chaldea has a professional team to carry out psychological intervention.

In a relaxed situation, Miss Jeanne can just apply some saliva and wipe it.

If necessary, go to Nightingale and use tough treatment methods to temper the spirit through beating the body. If you feel uncomfortable, beat! Beat! Until you feel refreshed!
In serious cases, go to Miss Killing House, huh?
Literally.

But unfortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka is neither of those, and it is useless no matter how many times he goes through the above process.

He is an 'active traumatic re-creative' type.

After retirement, Fujimaru Ritsuka not only did not pursue the "ordinary life" as he once said, but instead continued to come into contact with magicians. The Dead Apostles intentionally looked for traces of the past in their daily lives and vented their indigestible emotions - specifically, they broke the legs of all the bad people and sent them to the police station or the local church association.

This is the type of situation that is most difficult for doctors to intervene in, and the special thing about Ritsuka's situation is that there is no battlefield in the world that can completely replicate the "trauma marks" for him!

Is Chaldea going to blow up the Earth to create a crisis for our Master to play with?!

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It can't be done!

So Fujimaru is not satisfied! He is very hungry!

Just looking at it, you can tell that it’s not about excessive indulgence, but unsatisfied desire!

During these three years, Fujimaru Ritsuka's brain has been in a state of insatiable excitement, and he has been in a "high" state all the time.

The way he speaks and does things has changed, otherwise he would not be like he is now, provoking himself like a modern abstract netizen!
Not to mention his appearance, his face was ruddy, his eyes were wandering, and he shook his legs from time to time, which made his already handsome face even more charming? ? ! ? !
Goldruf Mujik had seen the photographs of Ritsuka Fujimaru that had been taken in London.

In that picture, the black casual clothes he was wearing had been cut into pieces by something like a chain blade, and were almost just tattered clothes 'hanging' on his body, revealing his perfectly trained white body that was as perfect as a finely crafted Greek sculpture. One hand was holding up the collar of the dead apostle, and the other hand was raised high in a clenched fist, with bright blood and flesh staining between his fingers.

The enchanting red spider lilies seemed to be blooming on his face, and the grinning corners of his mouth were like an unsatisfied prostitute in Kabukicho, fierce but gorgeous.

Dead Apostles are a calamity that most people cannot avoid. They are the main villains in fantasy works and can be made into a twelve-episode animation and an OVA.

But what about Ritsuka Fujimaru?
Purity is too low.

Even if the Heroic Spirit is not around, even if he is a mortal, as long as he fights with the awareness of "it doesn't matter if one or two arms are broken", Fujimaru can pin down the Dead Apostles and beat them until they are unrecognizable.

This is not enough.

The same is true of Leonardo da Vinci's submersible device. Although it is quite realistic, it is still "fake".

No matter how strong you are in the game, it is fake!

He is craving.

Longing for the past.

I long for the feeling of being on the brink of death, surrounded by countless despair and fear, where one wrong step will result in me falling off a cliff. I long for the feeling of carrying the weight of all mankind, where even breathing is chilling.

I have to admit with great regret
After retirement, the savior of Chaldea—

Upside down.

(End of this chapter)