After the two left by helicopter, the phone in Superintendent General Hakuba's office suddenly rang.
Seconds later, upon answering, Superintendent General Hakuba's expression changed drastically.
"What?! America is going to drop a nuclear bomb on Nishikawa Makoto?!"
Upon hearing this news, Heiji was first shocked, then a wave of ecstasy washed over him.
After all, if Makoto died, wouldn't that mean his childhood friend wouldn't have to be sent away?!
Heiji couldn't help but say, "Hey, Dad, we can call Kazuha back now, right?"
"No, not yet."
Hattori Heizo said gravely, "How can you guarantee that a nuclear bomb will definitely deal with Makoto?"
Heiji was again speechless.
Silently, he prayed that the nuclear bombs would kill Makoto.
Time passed minute by minute. Finally, not just the Metropolitan Police, but everyone in Tokyo heard an exaggerated roar emanating from the far end of the sky. Growing louder and louder! Louder and louder!
Looking up, they saw several nuclear warheads streaking across the sky from across the ocean—
"They're coming!" Heiji was overjoyed. But the next second, the first massive warhead began its rapid descent—
Instantly, the expressions of everyone in the Metropolitan Police Headquarters changed drastically.
'No, wait, Totsuki Acaeemy is behind, why are you dropping it here?!'
They watched the warhead rapidly magnify in their field of vision.
Heiji and the others showed expressions of extreme terror.
"No! NO!!!"
However, no matter how loudly they screamed, they could not stop the nuclear bombs, measured in megatons, from falling.
Boom!!!
Boom!
Boom!!!
One scorching white light after another rose from the ground, engulfing all of Tokyo.
More and more warheads fell, starting from the Tokyo city center, step by step approaching the Totsuki Culinary Academy.
Sensing the commotion behind them, Kogoro and others who had fled from the Totsuki Culinary Academy abandoned their cars and ran back towards the academy they had just left.
Everyone was packed together, and stampedes occurred.
Only then did these fools realize—
The US wasn't just bombing Totsuki… they were carrying out a destructive bombing of all of Tokyo.
To leave Makoto with nowhere to escape!
In the life-or-death moment, Kogoro threw morality aside. Using the physical fitness he had honed at the police academy, he shoved several people in front of him, trampling over them as he ran towards the Totsuki Academy's gate.
Just then, Kogoro and the other people, along with Hattori Shizuka and Kazuha, who were flying in a helicopter directly above the academy, saw—
Several massive nuclear warheads soared over their heads, heading straight for the center of the Totsuki Culinary Academy.
Finally, a figure shot rapidly upwards… Nishikawa Makoto!
As he ascended, his body began to change rapidly.
Vroom vroom vroom!
The roar of a chainsaw starting up echoed across the sky.
Inside the helicopter, Hattori Shizuka and Kazuha, who had just been worrying about Heiji and the others, watched—
As he rose, Makoto suddenly reached inside his collar, as if pulling at something.
Suddenly, a bloody gash tore open on his abdomen. A thick, intestine-like tube burst out, frantically wrapping around his neck like a living creature, tightening fiercely.
Kazuha nearly fainted from fright.
His skin quickly peeled away, replaced by a matte black demonic carapace. Muscles bulged, bones twisted, bursting through his clothes, his humanoid form becoming fierce and imposing.
His head completely transformed into a demonic shape, with a thick black chainsaw jutting out from the front. His arms transformed below the elbows into four parallel black chainsaws, emitting black and red sparks.
Hattori Shizuka's face turned deathly pale.
Although Makoto's current form wasn't as colossal as his Complete Body Susanoo had been before, for some reason, the sense of pressure emanating from him was no weaker, perhaps even stronger, than that of the giant form.
It was a distinctly different kind of terror.
If the Complete Body Susanoo was the overwhelming pressure of a god looking down upon ants, then the Black Chainsaw Makoto at this moment...
Was like a rift splitting hell itself open, leaking its deepest malevolence into the human world.
His very existence made the air feel thick, dimmed the light, and caused the hearts of all living beings across the world to involuntarily contract and tremble.
Below, Nayuta was holding up her phone, projecting this scene onto the live stream.
Yaaa—!!!
With the world watching, Black Chainsaw Makoto crossed his arms, his four black chainsaws forming an X shape. The next instant, he swung them apart with explosive force—
One sword shakes the land.
If one had to describe it, these five words would suffice.
Everyone only saw a black sword aura, vast enough to swallow the world, tear straight towards the descending nuclear bombs.
Where that sword aura passed, space itself wailed.
The sky was ripped open with a pitch-black rift, clouds surging away to either side as if fleeing, as if even the world were making way for this sword.
Under the watchful eyes of millions, the two forces collided.
At that moment, the world seemed to be muted.
The other warheads had already detonated in downtown Tokyo, producing one giant mushroom cloud after another, dyeing the entire sky a hellish crimson.
But with that single stroke from Black Chainsaw Makoto, those mushroom clouds were annihilated in an instant, like bubbles.
Annihilated.
Not blown away, not suppressed… annihilated.
Those mushroom clouds, representing the ultimate destructive power of human civilization, were like a single drop of water in the sun before that black sword aura… silently evaporating, disappearing, returning to nothingness.
As if they had never existed.
And the warheads aimed at Totsuki, the moment they touched the sword aura, didn't even have a chance to explode.
Right before everyone's eyes, they transformed from solid matter into particles, and from particles into nothingness.
Yes, whether it was the mushroom clouds over Tokyo or the warheads aimed at Totsuki, before the power displayed by the Black Chainsaw, they weren't simply defeated… they were annihilated!
The whole world fell silent.
Hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream were speechless.
Those who had been celebrating the arrival of the nuclear bombs moments before, those who had been praying for Makoto to be blown to pieces, those who had fantasized about 'the power of civilization finally defeating the monster'—
Their expressions froze on their faces, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Their minds were undergoing an unprecedented collapse—
Humanity's most powerful weapon…
Before Makoto, it didn't even have time to make a sound.
Whether it was the United States, the world's largest superpower, or rebels secretly opposing Makoto like Hattori Shizuka,
At that moment, they were all utterly despondent.
Heiji, now reduced to a charred upper half of a body, lay sprawled on the edge of the Metropolitan Police Headquarters' ruins, staring blankly at the figure slowly descending from the sky in the distance.
His lips trembled, but no sound came out.
Instead, a bone-deep despair took hold.
'Was this kind of power truly something we could stop?'
'The ultimate weapon possessed by humanity in this era seemed so insignificant before him.'
'What in the world could stop him?'
Hattori Shizuka closed her eyes, tears streaming down from the corners.
She remembered her husband Hattori Heizo's expression months ago when he saw Makoto rampaging through Tokyo… that look of unwillingness mixed with utter helplessness.
'I'm sorry, Heizo, Heiji... I cannot fulfill your final wishes.'
'The only thing I can do now is perhaps to close my eyes like this and pray that Makoto will be merciful and treat this world kindly...'
The helicopter shook violently in the air currents. Kazuha gripped the seat handle tightly, her face pale as paper.
She watched the figure slowly descending from the sky, her lips trembling slightly.
'So this was... the person I was being sent to?'
'So this was... the person who made the whole world kneel at his feet?'
The figure landed on the grounds of the Totsuki Culinary Academy. During his descent, he had already reverted from Black Chainsaw mode to his normal form.
The black and red sparks dissipated, the demonic carapace faded, the twisted bones and muscles reformed into a human contour.
The fearsome chainsaw head vanished, replaced by a young, calm face.
As if the sword that had just annihilated the nuclear bombs was nothing more than casually swatting away a fly.
Behind him lay Tokyo reduced to ruins and the scorched earth left by megatons of warheads.
"Here."
Alice, her face full of infatuation, handed Makoto a cup of milk tea.
It was still warm.