Night time,
In the abandoned factory district on the outskirts of Tokyo had finally fallen silent.
The battle was already over.
Broken concrete, twisted steel beams, scattered corpses, and pools of dark blood covered the floor of the factory. The smell of rust and rotten blood lingered heavily in the air.
Denji sat on the cold concrete floor with a tired expression, he had just woken up and still tired, his breathing was rough, face pale.
The transformation into Chainsaw Man and the intense battle against the Zombie Devil had drained a huge amount of blood from his body that will take more than one hour to replenish.
Even his arms couldn't stop shaking from the feeling of chainsaw repping it.
"Man..." Denji wiped the sweat from his forehead with his trembling hand. "I feel like I'm gonna die..."
At that moment, Gojo Satoru who was silently watching over him speak up, his voice echoed from the darkness.
"Oi, brat!"
Whooosh~
"Catch."
Something flew through the air at visible speed.
Denji instinctively reached out and caught it as he felt the cold but warm sensation coming out of the plastic bag?
It was a blood bag.
He blinked his two eyes in confusion.
"Huh?"
Looking up, he saw Gojo Satoru walking over casually with both hands in his pockets.
The white-haired teacher looked completely relaxed, as if he had merely finished watching a movie instead of witnessing a massacre.
Denji looked at the blood bag again.
Then at Gojo, he asked in a confused voice.
"What is this?"
Gojo shrugged as he reply with a matter of fact air, "Blood."
"..."
Then Gojo pointed at the blood bag without any change in expression,
"Drink it. It'll replenish your blood."
"....Really?"
"Really."
Denji didn't hesitate. Even though his injuries had healed to some degree, his blood was still very low.
Denji didn't asked how he knows about it or anything, without another word, he tore open the top of blood bag and began drinking the unknown blood.
Gulp-Gulp-Gulp!
Within seconds, he drained the entire thing.
As the blood entered his body, warmth immediately spread through his limbs, his pale face quickly regained color.
The dizziness disappeared from his body with the fatigue that he was feeling.
Denji's eyes widened.
"Whoa!" He jumped to his feet. "Holy crap! I feel amazing!"
He shouted, clenching his fists repeatedly his hands too had stop shaking.
"Hahaha!" Denji laughed loudly. "This feels awesome! A few minutes ago I felt like I was starving to death. Now I'm completely fine!"
Gojo smiled faintly.
Meanwhile, he quietly removed the gloves that he had been wearing.
The blood bag had not come from a hospital.
Rather...It had come from the enormous amount of human blood the Zombie Devil had been controlling.
Using cursed techniques and spiritual power, Gojo had simply collected the uncontaminated blood and preserved it.
Of course, there was no need to tell Denji that.
The boy would probably throw up.
Well...Maybe only for a minute.
After all, this was Denji. His adaptability to bizarre situations was surprisingly high even compare to most veteran.
Gojo tossed the gloves aside. Then he walked up to the pile of broken concrete, taking his seat, crossing one leg over the other, as he looked down at Denji.
"So. What are your plans now?"
Denji froze.
"My plans?"
"Yeah."
Gojo nodded before pointing at the still fresh cropse . "The Zombie Devil is dead with the yakuza and other bad guys. And your debt is gone too.You're free."
The word free echoed in Denji's ears.
Free.
For a moment, he simply stood there without any particular reaction, he was feeling....lost.
Because no one had ever asked him that question before.
Ever since he was a child, every day had been about survival.
Pay debt. Kill devils. Eat bread or whatever he find. Stay alive. Dreaming about boobs.
And Repeat.
Denji scratched his head.
His brain desperately tried to process the question.
Thirty seconds passed in silence.
Gojo waited patiently.
Finally—Smoke practically began to come out of Denji's ears.
His brain had completely overheated.
"I don't know." Denji honestly admitted with a straight face.
"Hahaha!".Gojo burst out laughing. "You really don't know?"
Denji shook his head.
Not even a little.
His gaze lowered toward the pull-cord hanging from his chest.
The remnant of Pochita.
His best friend.
The devil who had sacrificed everything for him. A complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.
"Pochita..."
The chainsaw devil had become his heart. But in a way...It also felt like Pochita had died.
Gojo noticed the look, his laughter died down, "Then let me arrange something for you."
Gojo jumped down from the rubble in front of the bewildered Denji.
"There happens to be a place that's perfect for a freelance devil hunter. You will earn a good pay."
Denji's eyes immediately lit up.
"They pay!?"
"Yep."
"Food too?"
"Of course."
"A bed?"
"Probably."
Denji nearly cried.
This sounded too good to be true.
"Then I'll go!"
Gojo laughed.
"As expected. The moment money and food appeared, your decision was made."
Denji nodded seriously.
"Money is important."
"A very profound philosophy." Gojo pulled out his phone.
Then he dialed a number.
Prime Minister Kentaro Ishita.
The highest political authority in Japan and also someone who had signed a contract with Makima.
A few seconds later, the call connected.
"Gojo-kun." Prime Minister Kentaro Ishita old but calm voice came through the speaker. "What can I do for you this late at night?"
"Give me Makima's number." Gojo got straight to the point.
{T/N: Oh hell no}
"...!"
On the other side of the call, Prime Minister almost choked on his saliva, this tyoe of shocked is seriously bad for his health.
'Makima? Why did Gojo Satoru suddenly want Makima's number?' His thought running at the speed of a train. Trying to understand the situation.
Why does the strongest exorcist want her phone number.
Both were monster, neither were someone ordinary people could afford to offend.
And of course, how he knows that he had make a deal with her was another matter.
Prime Minister Kentaro Ishita had to suffer such headache at this day and age.
"Is there... a reason?"
"Do I need one?"
The temperature around Kentaro Ishita instantly dropped. Even through the phone, he could instantly feel the terrifying pressure of the person.
"Of course not...I'll send it immediately."
The Prime Minister wisely chose not to ask further questions.
A moment later—A text message arrived. It was the Control Devil Makima's phone number.
Gojo copied it before dialing it in front of the curious Denji, giving him a silly smile.
The call connected almost instantly.
A unusually gentle voice sounded from the other side. "Hello, Gojo-san. "
Apparently Prime Minister Nara had already informed her.
Gojo wasn't surprised, he looked at Denji, then said calmly,
"XX Factory. The devil you've been searching for is here."
Makima froze on the other size.
The devil she'd been searching for?
Could it be—Before she could ask further—
Click!
The call ended.
Gojo put away his phone.
Denji blinked.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"..."
"..."
...
Meanwhile—Inside a moving Public Safety vehicle.
Makima slowly lowered her phone.
Her expression remained calm.
But inside—Her heart was racing.
The Chainsaw Devil.
For years.
For countless years.
She had searched for traces of that existence.
And now—Gojo Satoru had personally called her.
There was only one possibility.
The famous golden-ringed eyes widened slightly. Then narrowed.
Suppressing her excitement.
Maintaining her usual gentle smile.
She looked toward the driver.
"Change course. XX Factory."
The driver immediately nodded.
"Understood."
"Emergency?"
"Yes. A devil has appeared."
The vehicle instantly accelerated.
...
Half an hour later.
Makima have arrived at last.
Alongside Aki Hayakawa and several Public Safety members behind her.
The moment she entered the factory—
She smelled blood, before she looked at the inside of the factory.
Corpse of Zombie Devil and other human from the look of it, ot look like they had been dead for 2 to 3 hours.
With other persons being away but still close, Gojo Satoru and...Something else.
A scent she had pursued for years.
Chainsaw Devil.
Her eyes slowly shifted.
Landing on the blond boy standing awkwardly nearby not used to being stare at from so many peoples.
The boy was Denji.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Then Makima smiled. A beautiful charming yet gentle smile that hide her dangerous intention.
"You. What is your name?"
Denji pointed at himself. "Me?"
Makima nodded with the same expression.
"Yes."
Denji scratched his cheek with a light blush. "My name is Denji."
'Denji.'
Makima repeated softly inwardly, as if memorizing the name. Then she smiled again.
"I'm Makima."
Denji instantly turned red due to her smile.
His brain stopped working.
Just then, Gojo suddenly crack his neck,
"Well. My job here is done."
Denji looked over.
"You're leaving?"
"Yep." Gojo grinned. "The rest is Public Safety business. Besides, it look like the government wants to see me."
Denji blinked.
"The government?"
"Long story."
Before Denji could ask more—
Whoosh~~!
Gojo vanished. Instantly.
Denji froze.
While Makima's eyes narrowed slightly.
Even after seeing it multiple times—Gojo Satoru's abilities remained absurd considering how effortlessly he does it.
Several seconds later—
The distant roar of a Kawasaki motorcycle echoed through the night.
The sound gradually faded into the distance.
Denji stared toward the exit. Then scratched his head.
"That guy..."
Makima smiled didn't disappear, looking in the direction Gojo had disappeared, then back at Denji.
A new chapter in Denji's life had begun.
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