"Do you have a name?"
After making sure the chainsaw dog had drunk its fill of blood, Makoto tore off a piece of his clothing, wrapped it around the wound on his palm, and asked softly.
"Woof?"
The chainsaw dog tilted its little head. Apart from the conspicuously prominent chainsaw on its head, at first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary chubby dog.
Makoto smiled to himself.
He knew that Pochita could actually talk… it just wasn't used to speaking normally.
"Then, how about I call you Pochita?"
"Woof!"
"Good dog. Come here, let me hug you... hey hey hey, no licking, no licking!"
After finally releasing Pochita, Makoto raised his arms in a triumphant cheer: "Great! To celebrate our meeting, let's have a good meal!"
"Woof!!"
Receiving Pochita's cheerful response, Makoto picked up his new companion with his left hand, performed a one-handed seal with his right, and vanished from the spot.
At that moment, in a small restaurant in England in the Chainsaw Man World.
"Sir, please don't do that."
Totsuka Saika, wearing a server's uniform, said with a troubled expression.
"Hey~ girl, I'm a regular here. What's the harm in going on a date with me?"
A blonde Caucasian man held onto Saika's hand, refusing to let go, his face oozing with sleazy persistence.
Ever since arriving at this restaurant and laying eyes on Saika, he had set his sights on this delicate-looking Asian girl.
The other men present also looked at Saika with varying degrees of ill intent.
The food at this place was certainly good, but the server was clearly more interesting to them.
"B-But, I already have someone I like. Besides, I'm a guy!"
Saika was on the verge of tears.
Hearing this, the surrounding Caucasian men became even more excited.
Seeing this, Ryo was about to intervene, but Soma stopped him.
"Don't worry. Someone will deal with him."
The moment Soma finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side and kicked the Caucasian man flying.
"Get lost! If you come to our shop again, I'll beat you every time I see you!"
Hachiman, abandoning his usual low-key, restrained demeanor, shouted fiercely, his eyes red.
The Caucasian man, who had lost several teeth from the kick, stared in shock, unable to believe this unassuming Japanese man had such strength.
Sensing the unmistakable killing intent in Hachiman's eyes, the man scrambled up in terror and fled.
"Are you okay, Saika?"
Hachiman immediately turned to look at Saika, his voice instantly softening.
"Wahhh! Hachiman, I was so scared!"
Saika threw himself into Hachiman's arms.
"It's okay, it's okay... I'm here."
Yukihira Soma: "…"
Kurokiba Ryo: "…"
Marui Zenji: "…"
Ibusaki Shun: "…"
The expressions of the Food Wars! main characters were particularly complicated. They felt like this kind of PDA is somewhat disgusting.
Marui Zenji suddenly remembered something and muttered quietly, "I recall Totsuka-san also has superpowers, right? So why didn't he..."
Ryo commented dryly, "Maybe he automatically switches to 'dependent mode' when he's around Hikigaya."
Soma blinked. "Isn't he a guy?"
Just then, another person walked out from the kitchen and spoke slowly, "Feelings between people of the same gender are nothing unusual these days, boys."
It was Nakiri Soe.
A few days after Makoto and Alice had gotten together, this father had been sent here by his daughter.
Simply put, Alice found her father too obstructive, so she sent Soe to her classmates.
Makoto naturally had no objection. Having a relationship with a man's daughter while living under the same roof felt awkward.
This small shop was what Hachiman and his group had opened in England after leaving Japan.
Following Makoto's advice, they had gone overseas to live a low-key life, quietly waiting for him to deal with the Control Devil and lead everyone back to reality.
"Oh, you two are as close as ever."
A familiar voice suddenly rang out. Hachiman, Saika, and the Food Wars! group spun around.
They saw Makoto waving at them with a smile as he approached.
Soma and the others were so startled they nearly fell over.
Hachiman and Saika, who were more familiar with Makoto, reacted less dramatically, but their eyes still widened in surprise.
"You really came?"
Before everyone left, Makoto had distributed Flying Thunder God kunai to the representatives of most teams, and Hachiman was no exception.
But he had always assumed that if Makoto wanted to catch up, he would first visit Megumi, the Aizono sisters, and his other female companions. He never expected him to come to them first.
Makoto walked into the small shop and sat down in the spot where the sleazy Caucasian man had been sitting.
"I'm starving. Get us something to eat."
"Us?"
Hearing these words, everyone was confused. It was only then that they noticed Makoto was holding a round, chubby little dog in his other hand.
What was particularly peculiar was that this little dog had a chainsaw on its head.
Hachiman, the shop owner and its guardian, quickly signaled to Soma and the others.
They immediately returned to the kitchen and began bustling about frantically.
"Um... I didn't expect you to come see us."
Hachiman scratched his head, trying to find something to say.
"I'm not here to see you."
Makoto said calmly. "If I went to see Megumi or Ayano, it might put them in the enemy's crosshairs."
Hearing this, Yukihira Soma, Kurokiba Ryo, and the others busy in the kitchen stumbled, nearly falling into their pots.
So, it was okay if we were targeted by the enemy, huh?
'Wait, did he just say Ayano...'
'Among the players who crossed over this time, was there anyone named Ayano?' (T/N: For those who forgets, in this Fanfic, Mrs. Yukinoshita's name is Ayano.)
Hachiman's mouth twitched. He forced himself to focus on Pochita on the table. "Th-This dog you have..."
"It's quite cute, even with the chainsaw on its head..."
Saika reached out to pet Pochita as he spoke, but the moment his fingers got close, Pochita let out a low growl, scaring him so much he fell to the ground.
Makoto warned, "Don't just touch him. Pochita is very wary of humans other than me."
"It, it's a Devil?"
Hachiman helped Saika up, asking incredulously.
"Yeah... I've already made a contract with him."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed again.
They all remembered that before they parted, Makoto had repeatedly warned them never to make contracts with Devils unless absolutely necessary.
No one expected Makoto himself to be the first to make a contract with one.
But looking at this fat, harmless-looking dog, and recalling Makoto's strength that had bulldozed half the globe in the real world, they figured this dog probably wouldn't dare make any excessive demands. At most, it might just want some dog food.
"Sorry for the wait. Yukihira-style steak rice bowl."
Soma was the first to come out with a dish, placing a large bowl of rice bowl on the table.
Woof!
Pochita barked excitedly and opened its mouth to dig in.
"Ah! That has onions in it!" Soma exclaimed in alarm.
Although he didn't own a dog, he had basic common sense.
When he and his father ran a small shop, customers often brought dogs and liked to feed them scraps.
But Pochita completely ignored Soma's warning and devoured the food.
'I'll eat it anyway!'
"He's a Devil," Makoto reminded again.
Soma realized he had said something foolish. He scratched his head awkwardly and returned to the kitchen.
Then, Ryo, Zenji, and the others brought out dishes one after another.
"Nishikawa-kun, is Alice doing alright?"
Soe came over and asked.
He missed his wife and daughter terribly, but he also understood that Makoto didn't want other men around, so he had no choice but to leave.
"She's fine. The little shop over there is also open. Although some men with ill intentions come by, I've dealt with them."
Makoto said, chewing on lamb chops.
"Oh, oh, that's good."
Soe nodded, then suddenly remembered something. "By the way, what exactly was our bet about? I asked Leonora several times, but she wouldn't tell me."
Makoto looked at him with a knowing smile. "Do you really want to know?"
Seeing that smile, Soe swallowed hard. "N-Never mind."
He had a strong feeling that knowing the truth would lead to something very, very bad.