What should this kind of thing be called...
It seemed to be... a farewell sex?
Regardless of what it was called, the members of Special Division 4, led by Yu, walked along the corridor leaving the office. Everyone was silent the whole way, with no one speaking a word.
The terror of the Gun Devil needed no further elaboration.
Except for existences like Angel Devil who sought death, no one could remain calm.
"Um, Violence-Senpai... are you going?"
Higashiyama Kobeni, who had already decided to withdraw from the mission, looked uneasily at her partner, Violence Devil.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, Kobeni. Dying just means going back to hell. No big deal."
Violence Devil's tone was casual, as if it didn't matter at all.
"Aki-kun..."
Himeno looked at her partner with equal worry.
She knew better than anyone that with Aki's current strength, if he went up against the Gun Devil, and with Makoto not participating, he would be walking to his certain death.
But Aki's expression was resolute, leaving no room for discussion.
He had to go.
Before they knew it, the group had reached the entrance of the Public Safety building.
At the moment they were about to part ways, Himeno suddenly felt the back of her hand lightly brushed against.
She turned her head and saw Yu had already walked past her, discreetly slipping something into her hand.
Noticing Himeno's gaze, Yu raised his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
Himeno looked down and found a small piece of paper in her palm.
It wasn't until she returned home that she carefully unfolded it.
There was only one line written on it:
As a favor for the Kudo Yusaku incident, let me give you a piece of advice: Even if you have to break Hayakawa Aki's legs, don't let him go.
Himeno's expression changed drastically. A decision had already quietly formed in her heart.
…
Several days later, the Tokyo coastal area.
Under Makima's orders, all members of Special Divisions 1 through 5 were assembled here.
Makima wore a deep red long dress, standing by the sea. The outfit perfectly outlined her delicate figure, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
This attire hardly seemed suitable for someone about to head to the front lines.
Hearing the footsteps behind her, Makima slowly turned back, her eyes scanning over Yu, Violence Devil, and the others one by one. A slight smile curled at the corner of her mouth: "Quite a few fewer people came. It seems everyone is feeling the pressure facing the Gun Devil."
"Where is the Gun Devil?"
Yu's tone was cold, showing no politeness.
"Ishigami-kun, you are the person Makoto-kun trusts the most, correct?"
Instead of answering his question, she asked softly.
Yu frowned: "What are you trying to say?"
Makima still didn't respond directly, continuing as if to herself: "If there were someone who could make Makoto-kun completely despair, without a doubt, you would be the most suitable."
Upon hearing this, not only Yu, but all the members of the Special Divisions behind him felt a strong sense of foreboding.
"Ishigami-kun, this is an order."
Makima's demeanor suddenly changed. "Make a contract with me. Say… 'I offer everything to Makima'."
A terrifying oppressive force swept through the area. Even Devil-men like Angel Devil and Violence Devil felt a chill that went straight to their bones.
This was not the kind of aura an ordinary human could emit.
In that instant, as if under a Genjutsu, Yu's pupils lost focus. He lowered his head and muttered: "I am willing... to make the contract..."
"Makima! What did you do!?"
Violence Devil and the others' expressions changed dramatically. If they couldn't see something was wrong by now, they would truly be brainless.
Makima stopped pretending. Her iconic ringed eyes coldly swept over everyone present, her voice devoid of warmth: "Say, 'I offer everything to Makima'."
In an instant, everyone became like puppets, their eyes vacant as they lowered their heads and murmured: "I offer everything to Makima."
Makima's lips curled into a satisfied smile: "Good children."
She slowly turned her head, once again looking towards the distant sea.
"I'm sorry, everyone. To defeat the Gun Devil, and to make Makoto-kun completely despair... I have no choice but to do this."
As she finished speaking, she gently raised her hand, touching her lower abdomen, and murmured softly: "Makoto-kun, I still don't understand... why do humans feel pleasure from such things..."
…
Across the ocean, the White House.
Unlike the president in Makoto's real world, the current US president in the Chainsaw Man World was the one who always got caught in every anti-prostitution operation.
At this moment, he wasn't indulging himself on some island, but standing in front of the window of the Oval Office, muttering to himself: "If I don't kill Makima now, humanity will eventually be completely dominated by her... Citizens, please forgive this foolish decision."
The president gritted his teeth, having made up his mind. He spoke in a deep voice into the void: "Gun Devil, I offer the lifespan of all American citizens for one year. Please completely annihilate Makima… no, annihilate the Control Devil."
Chainsaw Man World, France.
In a certain foreign language cram school.
"How many years have we been in this world?"
Haruno, who was cleaning the blackboard, couldn't help but complain.
After being separated from Makoto and the other players, Haruno had taken her sister Yukino and Shizuka to France, opening this foreign language cram school.
Haruno had been trained as the family heir since birth and was proficient in multiple languages.
Shizuka was a teacher in her original world. Aside from her habit of hitting people, she was very skilled at handling students.
The three hit it off and settled down here.
But trouble was constant.
"Yukino, how many times have I told you? Don't be so blunt when talking to children."
Shizuka said helplessly, "Another parent came to complain today, saying you made their kid cry."
"I was just stating the facts. Their child has no talent for languages. After a month, he couldn't even remember the phonetic symbols. It's better to give up sooner. I already promised to refund the full tuition."
Yukino replied expressionlessly. "Does Hiratsuka-sensei really think a student like that can learn well?"
"Even if it's true, you can't just say it directly!"
Shizuka massaged her temples in frustration.
She was really reaching her limit, 'When could we finally return to our original world?'
Just then, Haruno and Yukino's expressions changed dramatically.
"..."
"It's just like when we first arrived in this world... that terrifying aura."
"Although it's much weaker, it's definitely him..."
Seeing the sisters' unusual reactions, Shizuka was bewildered: "What's wrong with you? What's coming?"
Yukino, who was a Sensor-type, wrapped her arms around herself, shrinking in fear, her voice trembling as she murmured: "It's coming..."
"Huh? Wh, what's coming? Tell me." Shizuka grew more confused.
Haruno leaned against the wall, her legs weak, her lips quivering: "It's... it's the Gun Devil... the Gun Devil is here!"
Hours later, emergency news was broadcast simultaneously on televisions worldwide. Scene after scene of horrific devastation made viewers' hearts clench.
[Our latest report: Around 3:18 PM, September 12, 1997, Japan time, the Gun Devil appeared off the coast of Nikaho City, Akita Prefecture, Japan, engaging in a large-scale conflict with Public Safety's Special Divisions. Within tens of seconds of combat, the Tohoku region of Japan centered around Akita Prefecture suffered catastrophic damage, resulting in at least 100,000 deaths. The impact extended to Tokyo, Osaka, Okinawa, and other areas. The Gun Devil has currently ceased its attack. The situation is still under investigation. Public Safety has not yet announced specific results. Citizens are advised to wait patiently for further information...]