After eating and drinking his fill, Makoto took Pochita to Okinawa on the western coast of Japan.
He had originally planned to teleport directly back to Erina and the others, but having exhausted too much Chakra, he could only teleport to the city in Japan closest to England.
As everyone knew, the farther the Flying Thunder God's teleportation distance, the more Chakra it consumed.
Having just crossed the Pacific Ocean to reach England and then returning had indeed used up a tremendous amount.
"Woof?"
Seeing Makoto looking a bit worn out, Pochita snuggled up to him, trying to encourage him.
Looking at Pochita in his arms, Makoto couldn't help but think of the little dog that had passed away in his past life. He said softly, "I thought you'd be more surprised by my special abilities."
"Woof~"
Pochita tilted its head, thought for a moment, and nodded slightly.
Truth be told, it was a bit surprised.
It could sense that its contractor hadn't made a contract with any other Devil, yet possessed such unique powers.
But it wasn't shocking enough to truly surprise it… after all, when Pochita returned to its peak state, abilities of this level wouldn't be anything special.
Makoto smiled. "I'll explain it to you slowly later. But regardless, we're family now, right?"
"Woof woof!"
Pochita wagged its tail like a propeller.
After resting a bit longer, feeling his Chakra had slightly recovered, Makoto stood up and spoke to Pochita. "Let's walk back."
"Woof!"
Instead of using Flying Thunder God Technique immediately, Makoto took Pochita's leash and leisurely walked back to Tokyo.
This post-meal stroll reminded him of his days as a programmer in his past life.
Okinawa and Tokyo were hundreds of kilometers apart, so it's a long journey.
As they walked, they gradually picked up speed until they were running.
Makoto also wanted to see how much power Pochita retained in its dog form.
Unfortunately, while Pochita's endurance was practically limitless at this point, and it could quickly recover by drinking blood… its combat power wasn't even one percent of its peak. It probably couldn't reach even one ten-thousandth.
It wasn't surprising. Months ago, it had fought against the Four Horsemen and the Gun Devil in succession. Surviving at all was a miracle.
It wasn't until years later, when it merged with Denji, that it could barely reach the level of a low-tier Devil.
After all, during its time with Denji, Pochita was often cold and hungry, barely surviving on half a loaf of bread, rats, and the blood of stray dogs.
Even so, it still had the strength of a peak low-tier Devil.
But with Makoto, Pochita would never live such a harsh life again.
They ran faster and faster, covering the distance from Okinawa back to the outskirts of Tokyo in just an afternoon.
Seeing Pochita panting slightly from the intense run, Makoto picked it up again.
"Let's go home. I'll introduce you to the others..."
"Woof woof woof!"
It had to be said, Pochita's nature was very similar to a dog's.
Once it recognized its master, it would give its all, even its life.
In the original work, its wounds had long healed, and it could have lived a much better life without Denji, but it never thought of leaving.
"Come to think of it, I haven't fed Denji today. After dinner, I'll take him some food," Makoto suddenly remembered.
"Woof~"
Pochita nodded obediently.
It didn't know who Denji was, but Makoto was so kind, helping others like this.
"Help! Somebody hel—!"
Just as Makoto and Pochita were nearing their destination, a woman's desperate cries suddenly rang out. Before she could finish, for some reason, she stopped abruptly.
One man and one dog turned simultaneously to see a van speeding down the nearby road.
Seeing Makoto stop, Pochita tilted its head and let out a soft bark.
'That voice just now sounded a bit familiar...'
Makoto looked at the van driving away, then down at Pochita. "Should we check it out?"
"Woof!"
Pochita nodded vigorously.
It was naturally kind-hearted, or rather, inclined to help other Devils.
Back in Hell, whenever a Devil asked for help, it would do so without hesitation. It just often couldn't control its own immense power, accidentally killing those it tried to save.
Yes, even though it often killed the hostages while trying to rescue them, it was still a good dog.
Inside the van.
A girl who looked like a middle schooler but had a fierce demeanor raised her hand and slapped the woman, impatiently snapping, "Shut up! You didn't cry for help when you were stealing money, did you?"
The woman, clutching her stinging cheek, begged tearfully, "Please let me go. I'm doing this to save my son. Without the medical fees, he'll really die!"
If any player were present, they would be astonished.
Wasn't this Fujimine Yukiko?
That is, Kudo Yukiko, the world-famous actress and Shinichi's mother.
Several months had passed since the players crossed over to the Chainsaw Man World. Most, like Hachiman's group, had followed Makoto's instructions, left Japan, and were living low-key lives overseas.
These people generally didn't worry about money, as their teams had superhumans.
But the Kudo Family was particularly special… they hadn't left.
They were already short on funds, and with Shinichi's condition unsuitable for long-distance travel, they had no choice but to stay in Japan.
Their real-world status and connections were useless here. Shinichi's treatment was exorbitantly expensive, and the entire family's financial burden fell on Yukiko's shoulders.
And the fastest way to get money was for Yukiko to use her disguise skills to steal.
It had to be said, this watered-down version of the Transformation Technique was extremely practical. Otherwise, Nakamori Ginzo and others wouldn't have been repeatedly outwitted by Kaito Kid.
But this world also had superhumans.
As Yukiko's thefts increased, so did her notoriety in the underworld.
During a recent operation, she had slipped up… she accidentally stole from a yakuza member.
While they couldn't catch her themselves, they could hire others to deal with her.
So, the yakuza hired an elite civilian Devil Hunter to lay a trap.
Yukiko fell for it and was caught red-handed by this rising star in the civilian Devil Hunter world.
Sawatari Akane.
She was a contractor with the Snake Devil, maintaining a good relationship with it. Each summoning only required her to sacrifice a few of her fingernails.
Compared to other contractors, this cost was practically free.
No one knew why the Snake Devil specifically needed fingernails.
Faced with the pitiful pleas of a top-tier beauty like Yukiko, Akane showed no mercy, sneering, "What do I care about that?"
"I'm handing you over to the yakuza for the reward. They're paying big."
Hearing 'yakuza', Kudo Yukiko's face turned deathly pale.
She had spent years living in the US and knew all too well what these kind of people were capable of.
Before Yukiko could react, the middle-aged man driving the van let out a lecherous laugh. "Akane-san, since we've caught this woman, how about letting me..."
He licked his lips, his greedy eyes roaming over Yukiko's body.
He had never seen such a stunning woman. He'd heard she was already a mother, yet she was still as well-preserved as a young girl.
Although he was nearly three times Akane's age, in the world of civilian Devil Hunters, strength commanded respect, and calling her '-san' was normal.
"Help! Help! S-Someone, please save me!"
Yukiko cried out in near despair.
Thump!
Just then, something pierced through the roof of the van. The blade narrowly missed Yukiko and Akane's faces, nearly cutting them.
The two women's expressions changed drastically. They looked up.
A vibrating chainsaw was stabbing through the roof.