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CHAINSAW MAN LIGHTS OVER SEASON 1 EPISODE 2 THE NEW CURSE

As the sunlight streams through the curtains, Denji squints, momentarily blinded by the brightness. He stretches his arms wide, a yawn escaping his lips as he takes in the luxurious surroundings of his hotel room. Everything feels foreign yet comforting—soft bedding, clean surfaces, and the faint scent of fresh coffee wafting in from the hallway.

Denji sits up, his heart racing with excitement and disbelief. He thought he was just having a wonderful real life dream but its all real but to make sure he pinches himself as he feels a bit of pain as he mutters to himself "Wow This is real!!" This is what he had always wanted a life free from the burden of debt and exploitation. He looks around the room, noticing the fancy décor and the state-of-the-art amenities.

"Is this really my life now?" he murmurs, a grin spreading across his face. The realization washes over him like a wave; he's finally free. He takes a moment to revel in this new reality, feeling the weight of his past lift off his shoulders.

With a renewed sense of energy, Denji hops out of bed, ready to embrace whatever the day has in store for him.

As he heads to the bathroom, he glances in the mirror, noting the sparkle of hope in his eyes. "Maybe today I'll even run into Makima again..." he thinks, a smirk playing on his lips as he recalls her captivating presence from the previous day.

After freshening up, Denji gets dressed in the clean clothes Lex had provided. He feels good—no, great. The thrill of a new beginning surges through him, and he can't wait to see what lies ahead.

As Denji heads towards the door holding its handle until The thought strikes Denji like a bolt of lightning, a sudden jolt of anxiety creeping in. "What happens if I lose it?" he muses, the weight of his past creeping back in. He remembers the cold, dirty reality he had lived in before—how easily everything could be stripped away. The fear of going back to that life gnaws at him, making his stomach twist.

Shaking his head to dispel the dark thoughts, Denji forces himself to take a deep breath. "No. Not now. Not after everything." He brushes his fingers over the clean sink and the luxurious toiletries laid out neatly for him. It's a stark contrast to the ragged life he used to lead. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror again and makes a silent promise to Pochita.

"I won't mess this up. I'll take care of myself."

With renewed determination, Denji turns back to the bathroom. He quickly heads back to the bathroom again as he brushes his teeth and splashes water on his face, trying to shake off any lingering doubts. After all, he's been given a second chance—he's not about to let it slip away because of some small things like hygiene.

Once he feels refreshed, he opens the door and steps out, a newfound confidence bubbling within him. As he walks down the hallway, he thinks about his dreams, about living normally, and all the possibilities this life holds for him now. He can't wait to see Lex and maybe even get a chance to see Makima again.

"Alright, Denji. Let's make today count."

as Denji walks out heading towards the hall as it slowly but surely turns into something familiar as Denji's heart races as his surroundings begin to warp in his mind. The luxurious hallways fade, replaced by the grimy walls and flickering lights of the alley he once knew too well. The scent of decay and trash fills his nostrils, a haunting reminder of his past. He grips the doorframe, panic clawing at his chest.

"No... No! This isn't real!" Denji mutters under his breath, his voice trembling. He closes his eyes tightly, willing himself to remember the warmth of the bed, the comfort of the room, the promise of a new life. He can almost hear Pochita's gentle voice encouraging him, pushing him to break free from the shackles of his memories.*

With a deep breath, Denji opens his eyes again, and the hallway re-materializes in front of him, pristine and bright. The plush carpeting and polished walls are a stark contrast to the nightmare he just envisioned, but the anxiety lingers like a shadow in the back of his mind. What if it was all a dream? What if he woke up back in that hellhole?

Shaking his head, Denji takes a step forward, forcing himself to confront the reality of the moment. "I'm not going back. I won't let it happen," he vows, determination flooding his veins.

He strides forward, each step a reminder of his newfound freedom, his desire to carve out a life worth living. As he approaches the staircase leading to the lobby, the sunlight filtering through the windows illuminates his path, a beacon guiding him away from his fears and into a world of possibilities.

"Today's a new day. Let's go see Lex," Denji tells himself, forcing a smile as he walks towards the lobby. The bustling energy of the hotel washes over him, and he can hear laughter and chatter, the sounds of people living their lives without the burden of despair.*

"Yeah. Today's going to be great."

Denji walked down the elegantly carpeted stairs, the soft hum of conversation and laughter filled the air. He felt the weight of the moment—this was a new beginning. With each step, he left behind the doubts of his past, looking forward to what lay ahead.

Stepping into the lobby, he spotted Lex lounging in a stylish chair, his relaxed demeanor evident as he leaned back with an easygoing grin. The casual atmosphere was accentuated by the white flower decor on his polo, adding a touch of vibrancy to the setting. Lex absentmindedly took bites of a pastry, savoring the sweet treat while effortlessly enjoying the little moments of leisure.

Denji couldn't help but smile at the sight. Lex exuded a carefree charm that was infectious, making Denji feel more at ease in this bustling environment.

"Hey, there you are!" Lex called out, his voice brightening as he caught sight of Denji. "I saved some pastries for you! You've got to try these; they're amazing!"

Denji approached, excitement bubbling inside him. This was just the start of a night filled with possibilities.

"Hey Denji! how was your little nap?" Lex exclaims, lifting his head as he catches sight of Denji entering the lobby. His eyes light up, and he waves enthusiastically, beckoning Denji over with an inviting grin.*

"Take a seat Denji!" his voice a mixture of warmth and playfulness. "You missed the breakfast buffet, but don't worry! I saved you some of the good stuff."

Lex gestures to a small table nearby, where a couple of plates filled with various breakfast items sit untouched, as if waiting for Denji's arrival. The aroma of fresh pastries and sizzling bacon wafts through the air, making Denji's stomach growl in response.

"Come on, grab a bite! I've got some crazy stories from last night's patrol," Lex adds, leaning forward with an excited sparkle in his eyes. "You won't believe what some of the rookies tried to pull!"

Lex's playful attitude instantly lightens Denji's mood, pulling him further away from the remnants of his anxiety. It's a stark reminder that today is a fresh start, and perhaps, just perhaps, he can finally embrace the normal life he's longed for.

Denji walks over, still a bit groggy but grateful for Lex's enthusiastic welcome. He sits down at the table, the sight of the breakfast spread before him making his mouth water.

"Man, this smells amazing," Denji says, his eyes widening as he grabs a pastry and takes a big bite. The buttery flakiness melts in his mouth, a blissful contrast to the stale bread he used to eat.

Lex watches him with a grin, clearly amused by Denji's enthusiasm. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head

"So, what were you dreamin about? " Lex asks casually, a hint of mischief in his voice. "I bet its all about all cute girls?"

Denji chokes on his pastry, turning slightly red. He swallows hard, quickly shaking his head. "N-no! I was just... you know, thinking about stuff."

Lex raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying Denji's explanation. He leans forward, a playful smirk forming. "Uh-huh, right. Just 'stuff.' You know, if you want tips on how to impress a girl like Makima, I'm your guy."

Denji rolls his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment but unable to suppress a grin. The lighthearted banter between them is a welcome distraction from his earlier anxiety. The warmth of the hotel, combined with Lex's easygoing nature, makes it feel like a new beginning.

"So what's on the agenda today?" Denji asks, taking another bite of his food, feeling more relaxed now that he's around Lex. "Do we have any devil hunting to do or something?"

Lex shrugs, leaning back and looking thoughtful for a moment. "Well, today is mostly about getting settled in. We've got some more orientation stuff with the H.G.O. after breakfast. But don't worry, I'll make sure you get a taste of the real devil hunting soon enough. You're going to love it!"

Denji's eyes spark with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He's eager to be involved but also remembers the fear that comes with facing devils. He takes a deep breath, trying to push away the lingering doubts. This is a chance for him to prove himself, to step away from his past and into something better.

As they continue to chat and eat, Lex's laughter fills the air, the lightness of their conversation creating a stark contrast to Denji's previous worries. The atmosphere is relaxed, yet full of potential, making Denji feel like he's finally found a place where he belongs.

Lex suddenly leans forward, his expression shifting to something more serious. "But for real, Denji, if you ever feel overwhelmed or anything, just let me know, alright? We're in this together, and I've got your back."

Denji nods, appreciating the sentiment. For the first time in a long while, he feels like he can trust someone. Maybe this new life won't be so bad after all.

Lex turned to Denji, his tone a blend of excitement and casual nonchalance. "So, once you're done taking a big bite of your breakfast, we're heading to the Public Safety HQ. Since there's no official H.G.O. building yet to get you signed up, I pulled some strings. I called up a high-ranking guy from the H.G.O., and guess what? He shared the good word about you with the others."

Lex leaned in slightly, his smirk widening as he spoke slowly, emphasizing each part of his next revelation like a dramatic tease. "And that's not all—" He paused for effect, letting the anticipation build. "The H.G.O. asked Ma-Ki-Ma~ to be responsible for sending your application to the H.G.O. which means..."

He let the words linger in the air, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "...another shot for you!"

Lex's playful tone and confident demeanor made it clear he was genuinely thrilled for Denji, and it filled the atmosphere with a sense of promise and excitement.

As Denji's eyes widen in surprise, a mix of excitement and disbelief flooding his expression. He stops mid-bite, the piece of pastry halfway to his mouth, as Lex's teasing tone sinks in.

"Wait, hold up. Are you saying I'm actually getting a chance to join the H.G.O through Public Safety? And that Makima is involved?" Denji stammers, nearly dropping the pastry.

Lex chuckles, clearly enjoying Denji's reaction. "You heard me right, buddy! Your application is practically on the fast track now. Just think about it you could be working with some of the best devil hunters out there. It's a big step up from those yakuza days, huh?"

Denji's heart races at the prospect. It feels surreal—like he's in a dream, but this time it's not about bread and jam; it's about power and purpose. The thought of being part of something bigger, of having a real chance at a life where he's not just a pawn in someone else's game, fills him with determination.

"This is amazing! But... what if I screw it up?" Denji says, suddenly feeling a rush of anxiety again. "I mean, I've never really done anything like this before."

Lex leans forward, his tone becoming serious. "Hey, don't think like that. You've got guts, and you've already survived more than most. Plus, if things get tough, just remember I'm right there with you. Just be yourself, and you'll be fine."

Denji nods, trying to channel Lex's confidence. He can't afford to let fear hold him back this time. He takes a deep breath, finishing his pastry and downing some juice for good measure.

"Alright! Let's do this! I'll show them what I can do!" he exclaims, the fire of determination igniting in his chest.

Lex grins, satisfied with Denji's newfound enthusiasm. He stands up on the table. "That's the spirit! Now let's get you registered"

As they leave the Hotel, the bustling streets of Tokyo greet them once again, filled with the vibrant energy of the city. Denji walks with a renewed sense of purpose, excited about what's to come, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

The two make their way to the Public Safety Devil Hunters HQ, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirling within Denji as he imagines the possibilities. This is his chance to carve out a new life, one that isn't bound by his past but is instead shaped by his choices.

As they approach the building, Denji can see the imposing structure, a hive of activity with devil hunters coming and going, each with their own stories and ambitions. He feels a twinge of fear, but it's quickly overshadowed by the thrill of opportunity. This is it; this is where he begins his new life.

"Let's go get 'em, Lex!" Denji says, his voice full of determination as they step through the doors of the HQ.

As Denji and Lex step inside the Public Safety Devil Hunters HQ, the atmosphere shifts dramatically. The air is thick with a sense of urgency, filled with the bustling sounds of devil hunters discussing strategies, officers on the phone, and the occasional clank of equipment being moved around. The decor is stark and functional—white walls, polished floors, and flickering fluorescent lights that cast a sterile glow on everything.

Denji looks around, his heart racing as he takes in the sheer scale of the operation. He can't help but feel a mix of awe and intimidation; this isn't just a place for devil hunters—it's a hub of authority and power. The bustling activity seems to amplify the importance of what he's about to do.

Lex strides confidently through the lobby, waving at a few familiar faces. His casual demeanor is a stark contrast to the serious atmosphere surrounding them. "Don't get too overwhelmed, Denji. Just act cool, and remember that you belong here. You're about to start a whole new chapter."

Denji nods, trying to mimic Lex's relaxed attitude. He takes a deep breath, reminding himself that he's here for a reason. As they approach the reception desk, he feels a flicker of anxiety in the pit of his stomach, but he pushes it aside. He's ready for this—he wants this.

The receptionist, a young woman with tired eyes and a neatly pinned bun, looks up as they approach. "Good morning. How can I assist you?"

Lex leans casually on the counter, his trademark grin in place. "Hey there! We're here to get my buddy Denji registered as a new recruit. He's all set to join the H.G.O!"

The receptionist raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Denji, you say? Just a moment." She types quickly on her keyboard, her eyes flicking back and forth as she checks the system. After a brief pause, she looks back up, a hint of surprise on her face.* "Ah, yes! I see his application here. It's already been flagged for priority processing. You must be someone important, Lex."

"Just a guy who knows a guy," Lex replies nonchalantly, winking at Denji, who feels a swell of pride at being associated with someone so influential.*

The receptionist gestures for Denji to step forward. "Please fill out these forms, and I'll get you set up with an interview with one of the supervisors. They'll want to discuss your skills and background before finalizing your application."

Denji takes the forms, glancing over them quickly. He's still getting used to the idea of being part of something so official, but he knows he can handle this. He sits down at a nearby table, filling out the forms with shaky hands but determined to make a good impression. Each question seems to remind him of his past—his debts, his struggles—but he pushes those thoughts away, focusing on the future instead.

Lex leans against the wall, watching Denji with an approving smile. He's seen the way Denji has transformed in just a short time, and it makes him feel hopeful for his new friend's future. As Denji finishes the forms, Lex claps him on the back, encouraging him. "You got this, man! Just be yourself in the interview, and let them see what you can do."

Denji stands up, the forms completed, and hands them back to the receptionist, who gives him an encouraging nod. "Great. Now just wait a moment, and I'll call you in when they're ready."

Denji takes a seat, trying to calm his nerves as he glances around the busy office. He watches other recruits chatting with their mentors and seasoned hunters walking by, their presence radiating confidence. He can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling up inside him.

"What do you think they'll ask me?" Denji wonders aloud, fidgeting with his hands.

Lex shrugs, a playful smirk on his face. "Probably about your experience. Just tell them the truth—about what you've been through and why you want to be a devil hunter. They'll respect your honesty."

Denji nods, trying to channel that advice. He wants to prove that he's more than just a kid who used to work for the yakuza; he's ready to fight, ready to take control of his life, and ready to finally pursue his dreams without fear holding him back.

As he sits in anticipation, he can't shake the feeling that this is the moment everything changes for him. The chance to fight for a better life, to be part of something greater, is within reach. With Lex by his side, he feels a little less alone in this intimidating world.

Just then, the receptionist looks up, a smile on her face. "Denji, they're ready for you now. Good luck!"

Denji takes a deep breath, standing up and giving Lex one last nod before heading toward the office where his future awaits.

As Lex playfully patted Denji on the shoulder, he leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Hey buddy, make a good impression, especially on her!" He winked, giving Denji's back another friendly slap.

Denji turned his gaze toward the door leading to Makima's office, a wave of memories flooding back. He recalled their conversation at the site where he had defeated the Zombie Devil, her words echoing in his mind. The gravity of the moment hung in the air, intertwining with his anxious excitement about what was to come.

as Denji pauses at the door, feeling a rush of nervous energy. Lex's words echo in his mind, pushing him to summon every ounce of confidence he can muster. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself, and recalls his brief encounter with Makima at the cleanup site. Her calm demeanor, those striking yellow eyes with the red rings—he can still feel the weight of her gaze. It was intimidating, yet something about her made him want to impress her.

"Yeah, I'll do my best," he mutters, his heart pounding as he places his hand on the doorknob.

With one final look back at Lex, who gives him a thumbs-up and a cheeky grin, Denji turns the knob and steps inside the office. The door creaks open, revealing a clean, well-organized space that exudes authority. The walls are adorned with mission posters and strategic maps, and the faint hum of activity from outside echoes softly in the background.

At the center of the room sits Makima, her presence commanding and poised. She looks up from her desk, a hint of curiosity crossing her features as Denji enters. The soft light catches her hair, and for a moment, he's captivated by her composure. He quickly shakes off the feeling and reminds himself why he's here.

"Good morning, Denji," she says, her voice smooth and inviting, yet tinged with an underlying intensity that makes his skin prickle. "I hear you're interested in joining the H.G.O."

*Denji swallows hard, nodding as he steps further into the room. "Yeah, I want to be a devil hunter. I've been through a lot, and I'm ready to work for you Miss Makima." *He said as he scratches the back of his head with a nervous yet goofy smile*

*Makima's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of intrigue sparking in her gaze. "That's good to hear. The world is becoming increasingly dangerous, and we need capable individuals who can handle the pressure."

*Denji feels a surge of determination. He can't let her down. "I can handle it. I've been fighting devils for a while now, and I know how to beat some of them."

"beating them isn't enough," she replies, her tone serious yet encouraging. "You'll need to think strategically, work with your team, and face fears that go beyond physical combat. Are you prepared for that?"

*He nods again, the weight of her words sinking in. This isn't just about fighting; it's about becoming part of something bigger than himself. "I am. I've lost everything, and I want to make something of my life. I want to protect people."

*Makima studies him for a moment, her expression inscrutable. Denji's heart races as he wonders what she's thinking. Finally, she leans back in her chair, a small smile gracing her lips. "That's a good reason. Many devil hunters fight for personal gain or revenge, but those who protect others often have the strongest resolve."

Feeling a glimmer of hope, Denji leans forward slightly, eager to prove himself. "I'll do whatever it takes to be a good hunter. I won't let you down."

"I expect nothing less," Makima replies, her tone firm but reassuring. "Let's discuss your training and potential placement within our operations. There's much to prepare for, and I'll be watching your progress closely."

As they delve into the details of his future role, Denji feels a sense of belonging begin to bloom within him. This is his chance—his opportunity to make a difference, to forge a new path free from the burdens of his past. And with Makima guiding him, he can already sense the weight of his dreams becoming more tangible than ever.

Makima shifts her gaze to Denji, her yellow eyes glinting with curiosity as she examines his application. Her expression remains calm and professional, but there's an intensity beneath her composure that makes Denji feel slightly exposed. She notices the shaky handwriting, a reflection of his uncertainty, but it doesn't seem to bother her. Instead, her focus sharpens as she asks a question that pulls at the very core of his being.

"Denji," she begins, her tone steady, "may I ask if you made any devil contract?"

Denji feels a rush of anxiety, recalling the days of his tumultuous past—the fear, the desperation, and the bond he forged with Pochita. He hesitates for a moment, caught off guard by her directness. It's as if she's peering into his soul, discerning the truth hidden within. But he knows he can't hide anything from her.

"I... I made a contract with Pochita," he replies, his voice steadying as he speaks the name of his only friend and partner. "He's The chainsaw devil. We fought together to survive, and now he's a part of me."

*Makima's expression remains inscrutable, but Denji can sense her interest piquing. "Pochita," she repeats, as if weighing the name against her knowledge of devils. "Interesting. Your connection to him is unusual it's not typical for a devil to bond so deeply with a human."

*Denji nods, feeling a mix of pride and sadness at the mention of Pochita. "Yeah, we were like family. I wouldn't be here without him."

"Lex mentioned your involvement in eliminating the Zombie Devil," Makima continues, her gaze penetrating. "He's given you full credit for the victory. It's clear he isn't lying."

Denji feels a surge of warmth at the thought of Lex standing up for him, but it's quickly overshadowed by the weight of her scrutiny. What does she see in him? He's just a kid who's barely scraping by, trying to escape the shadows of his past.

"I just did what I had to do," Denji shrugs, trying to downplay the significance of the moment. "It wasn't just me. I couldn't have done it without Pochita."

Makima nods, absorbing his words with an air of contemplation. Her professional demeanor remains intact, but there's a flicker of understanding in her eyes—a recognition of the bond that transcends mere contracts, a connection that defines his existence. She leans back slightly in her chair, her gaze unwavering.

"Your background and the devil you've contracted with make you a valuable candidate for the H.G.O," she states, her voice calm yet laced with authority. "But understand, the path ahead is fraught with challenges. You'll need to harness your abilities and confront the darkness within."

*Denji meets her gaze, determination coursing through him. This is his chance to prove himself, to forge a new identity as a devil hunter. "I'm ready for whatever comes next," he replies, the conviction in his voice growing stronger.

"Good," Makima responds, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I look forward to seeing what you can achieve."

With that, the atmosphere shifts slightly, the weight of her expectations settling over him. Denji realizes that this is more than just an opportunity—it's a chance to redefine who he is, to become a protector instead of a victim. And with Makima's guidance, he feels a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he can carve out a life worth living.

"Oh, and one more thing, Denji," she added, her tone softening, "since the H.G.O. doesn't have a proper system in place to manage missions, the Public Safety Devil Hunters will be responsible for handling them on our behalf. So, there will be times when I personally hand you your missions."

Her serious expression suddenly shifted, a warm, sweet smile lighting up her face. The transformation was so unexpected that Denji momentarily forgot she was a high-ranking officer. In that brief moment, she looked like a character straight out of a romance movie, and Denji could feel his heart soar, as if it had grown wings and taken flight straight into heaven his cheeks flush as Makima's sweet smile washed over him, momentarily clouding his thoughts. The contrast between her serious demeanor and that charming smile was intoxicating, sending his heart racing.

Denji: stumbling over his words "Uh... y-yeah, I mean, I'd love that! I've never really had someone, uh, like you... hand me missions before. It sounds... great."

He shifted in his seat, trying to play it cool, but the warmth in his chest was unmistakable. His mind starts to imagine Lex teasing him as his words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel the pressure of making a good impression, especially in front of someone like her.

The office was filled with an almost tangible tension as Denji tried to gather himself, determined to present himself as more than just a broke kid with a devil in his heart. This was his chance to step into a new life, one where he could be respected, even if it was just a little bit.

As he glanced back at Makima, he caught her gaze again, and for a fleeting moment, he dared to dream that maybe, just maybe, he could be someone worthy of her attention.

As Makima looked at Denji, her gaze seemed to pierce through the surface, not just seeing him but rather sensing something deeper—something that pulsed with a familiar energy. A subtle smile graced her lips, a blend of warmth and intrigue, as if she were savoring a secret.

"That is all for now, Denji. I look forward to our next meeting," she said, her tone sweet yet laced with a hidden intensity that made the air around them feel charged.

With that, she turned, her movements graceful and deliberate, leaving Denji feeling both buoyed by her attention and inexplicably aware that there was more to her interest than met the eye.

*Denji Nods and thanks makima as he leaves her office with a smile*

As Denji stepped out of Makima's office, he felt a mixture of exhilaration and confusion swirling within him. The weight of her gaze lingered, and the sweetness of her smile echoed in his mind, making his heart race.

He exited the building, the bright daylight hitting him as he squinted against the sudden brightness. Lex was waiting for him, leaning casually against the wall, a playful grin plastered on his face.

Lex: leaning in closer, teasingly "So, how'd it go? Did you manage to impress her?"

Denji scratched the back of his head, his own smile creeping back as he recalled Makima's words and that enchanting smile.

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Denji: with a hint of nervous laughter "I think so? She's... different than I expected."

Lex: raising an eyebrow "Different how?"

Denji: hesitating, then recalling her aura "It's just... she feels really powerful, you know? Like, not just because of her rank."

Lex: nodding with an amused expression "Yeah, she has that vibe I guess. Just be careful, man. The powerful ones can be tricky."

Denji's heart raced at the thought, but the lingering warmth from Makima's smile kept him hopeful. Perhaps this was the start of something new.

Lex: clapping Denji on the shoulder "Come on, let's celebrate! We've got some training to do, and I bet you'll want to show off your skills!"

With a renewed sense of purpose, Denji followed Lex out into the bustling streets of Tokyo, feeling a mix of determination and excitement about his future.

Lex turned his head to look at Denji, his confident smile unwavering. "And it's not going to be easy. If you want to impress Makima, we need to get you big and strong. So, I hope you don't mind a little training. I can't just go around saying you're all this and all that when you're still just a piece of paper." He chuckled, shaking his head. "No offense, Denji, but the H.G.O. is pretty big, and they don't take kindly to people who don't pull their weight. I know I come off as nonchalant, but I tackle their requests every time they send me—not because I have to, but because I'd be missing out on a lot of action if I didn't."

Denji nodded, his excitement mixing with a hint of anxiety at the thought of training. He understood Lex's point if he wanted to make a real impression and prove himself, he had to back it up with action.

Denji: trying to sound confident "Yeah, I get it. I mean, if it means showing Makima I can handle myself, I'm all in!"

Lex grinned, sensing Denji's enthusiasm. He appreciated that Denji is ready to step up.

Lex: "That's the Plus im looking for, I'll make sure you have a blast while doing it. We'll push you to your limits, and who knows, you might even surprise yourself."

As they walked, Denji felt a mix of eagerness and trepidation. Training with someone like Lex, who was already a top-tier devil hunter, was daunting. But the thought of impressing Makima kept him motivated.

Denji: with a smirk "Just don't go too hard on me, okay? I might not be able to handle all that action right away."

Lex: laughing "No promises! But hey, I'll make it fun. You'll learn to be tough, and we'll grab some food afterward. Can't let you go hungry while you're becoming a devil-hunting powerhouse!"

With a shared laugh, they headed toward the training facility, a sense of camaraderie forming between them. Denji felt a flicker of hope as he thought about his new life, the possibility of strength, and the chance to truly start over.

Lex stopped abruptly in the middle of the bustling Tokyo street, his mischievous grin stretching wide. "Alright, Denji, let's kick things off with a warm-up." He glanced around, scanning the area before casually pointing in a random direction. "How 'bout a little race? We'll start here and, uh... let's say... over there," he gestured vaguely toward a cluster of buildings, not entirely sure where their destination even was. "It's a bit far, but I think we can make it."

Denji squinted, confused as he glanced around the city. The towering buildings surrounded them, making it impossible to tell where the finish line could be. As he scanned the streets of Tokyo, a sudden chill ran down his spine. When he turned back, Lex was holding chains made of ice, swirling them playfully.

"You know what, Denji? Scratch that," Lex said, his grin growing wider. "Just follow me, keep up with my flow, you got it?" He gave Denji a confident thumbs-up before darting up a nearby building with effortless parkour moves that any pro would envy.

Denji smirked, the thrill of the challenge lighting a fire in him. "Heh, you're on." With a yank of the pull cord from his chest, his body transformed, roaring into Chainsaw Man form, blades revving as he prepared to chase Lex across the skyline.

With a roar of the chainsaw revving to life, Denji transformed, the familiar surge of power coursing through him. The excitement of the race filled him as he looked up at Lex, who had already scaled the building with ease, effortlessly climbing like a seasoned pro.

Denji: grinning Alright, let's see if you can keep up with me!

He launched himself off the ground, revving his chainsaw arms as he propelled himself upward. The thrill of the chase ignited a fire within him, and he felt alive, just like he'd always dreamed. He reached the edge of the building, and for a moment, the city stretched out before him, a sprawling landscape of possibilities.

Lex, perched on the rooftop, turned to see Denji's swift ascent. He chuckled, impressed by Denji's speed and determination.

Lex: calling out Oh Not bad, so your a Chainsaw Man? Im not sure if that could help you"

He jumped from his spot, launching himself off the edge of the building and gliding through the air, using his ice manipulation to create a slide that propelled him further ahead. The chains he controlled shimmered like icicles in the sunlight, and he twisted mid-air, landing smoothly on another rooftop.

Denji followed, revving his chainsaw as he jumped off the edge, the adrenaline pumping through him as he maneuvered through the air. He could hear the rush of wind in his ears and the echo of Lex's laughter in the distance. This was more than just a race; it was a test of his abilities, a chance to prove himself.

Denji: focused and determined "Heh looking down on me already?"

They raced through the cityscape, leaping from building to building, each movement more fluid and confident than the last. Denji felt the weight of his past lifting with each leap, and he began to embrace this new identity as a devil hunter.

Place: Marunouchi Office Tower, Chiyoda, Tokyo

In a high-rise office building in Marunouchi, the financial heart of Tokyo, a room with floor-to-ceiling windows offers a pristine view of the city. The sleek interior contrasts with the heavy atmosphere in the room. The higher-ups of the Public Safety Devil Hunters are gathered, seated around a polished mahogany table. A serious discussion is underway.

Higher Up 1: examining Denji's application with an unyielding gaze It seems like Chainsaw Man has made a contract with this boy, Denji. His eyes scan the Vague details, The sloppy handwriting and glaring spelling errors, yet his expression remains stoic.

Makima: calmly, with an air of mystery Indeed. It's curious, though. Lex and the H.G.O seem unaware of Chainsaw Man's true potential. Her voice is sweet, but her words hang in the air with hidden weight.

Higher Up 2: speaking in a low, deliberate tone "That's good. It's best if we keep it that way. We can't risk them discovering what Chainsaw Man truly represents, finding a hybrid devil hunter is so difficult now a days, it would be better if his existence stays out of the public eye—no reports, no media. The last thing we need is public attention on someone like him."

Makima remains silent, her eyes fixed on the skyline outside, the faintest of smiles playing at her lips. She knows more than she lets on but chooses to play along—for now.

Higher Up 5: leaning forward, his voice serious "The boy is interesting, but we have a more pressing issue to discuss. Other countries have begun using devils for military purposes. One of the top H.G.O researchers has informed us about a project the H.G.O is involved in—a "Fiend Project." It seems they're creating fiends and weaponizing them, The H.G.O are most likely the cause of these Weaponization."

Higher Up 4: sighs in frustration, rubbing his temples "This is unfortunate. I was hoping devils would remain our only common enemy. If other countries start weaponizing fiends... he trails off, the implications weighing heavily on the room.

Makima: listening intently, her gaze sharp though her face remains calm This development complicates things. "We're not just facing devils anymore. The H.G.O's influence is growing, and their methods are becoming more aggressive. It seems we need to be cautious in how we approach this."

Higher Up 5: nodding Exactly. "If the H.G.O is pushing fiends into their military operations, we could be looking at a new kind of threat—a blend of human ingenuity and devil power."

Higher Up 1: voice firm "We need more information. If the H.G.O is taking this route, we have to be ready. Chainsaw Deviland his new host, Denji, might become critical assets—if they can be controlled the same goes for the other Special Division's.

Higher Up 2: leaning back in his chair, his expression serious "Ms. Makima, it is your responsibility to keep Denji in check without raising any eyebrows—especially with the H.G.O. It's fortunate that we can still have personal contact with Denji without them keeping a close watch. However, we have a significant problem Lex Luther, the H.G.O.'s Top 2 High Class Elite Devil Hunter."

He glances at the documents in front of him, particularly focused on Lex's application and his devil contract.

Higher Up 2: continuing, his tone low "The Frost Devil he has contracted with could be a substantial issue for us. Lex's capabilities and unpredictability make him a wildcard in this situation. If he decides to interfere with our plans—or worse, gets too close to Denji—things could become complicated."

Makima: her expression remains composed, though a flicker of calculation crosses her eyes "We need to approach this carefully. Lex may see Denji as a potential ally, but his loyalty lies with the H.G.O. We cannot afford any loose ends."

Higher Up 5: nodding in agreement "Perhaps we can use Denji's association with Lex to our advantage. If we can convince Denji to trust us, we might be able to manipulate his relationship with Lex."

Higher Up 1: interjecting "But we must tread lightly. The H.G.O. is growing more vigilant. If they catch wind of our plans, it could jeopardize everything we've built."

Makima: her voice calm but firm "Leave Denji to me. I will ensure he remains unaware of our true intentions. For now, we will monitor Lex closely. If he becomes a problem, we will find a way to neutralize that threat without drawing suspicion."

The room falls silent as the higher-ups absorb her words, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air.

Higher Up 6: smirking slightly, as if amused "Lex Luther? Eliminated? He chuckles softly, shaking his head I'm sorry, Ms. Makima. I don't mean to offend you, but I've seen his power—not personally, of course, but through one of his files and recordings of his missions. Killing him won't be an easy task."

He leans forward, placing an envelope filled with documents on the table in front of her.

Higher Up 6: "I've brought these just for you, Ms. Makima." His smile widens, revealing a sense of pride. "Learn him well."

Makima: her gaze flickers to the envelope, her expression unchanging, but her interest piqued "Thank you." She opens the envelope, glancing through the files and Video tapes as she processes the information.

Higher Up 2: watching her intently "Lex has a reputation for being unpredictable, but he's also a resourceful devil hunter. If he sees Denji as a potential asset, he may become overly protective."

Makima: nodding slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studies the information and Recordings of his fights "That's precisely what we need to monitor. If he feels threatened or challenged, he could act recklessly."

Higher Up 5: leaning back in his chair, folding his arms "And if we can exploit that, we could manipulate Denji through Lex. It's a delicate balance, but worth the risk."

Makima: closing the envelope, her expression calm yet determined "I will ensure Denji remains an ally, and if necessary, Lex will be dealt with."

Higher Up 6: nodding, his demeanor serious "Just remember, Ms. Makima, the H.G.O. won't tolerate any disruptions. Proceed with caution."

Makima: her voice steady "I always do."

The tension in the room lingers as they contemplate the intricate web of alliances and potential betrayals that lie ahead.

Back on the bustling streets of Tokyo, Denji and Lex are locked in a fierce race. Lex moves with an almost acrobatic grace, flipping through the air with ease, his ice chains slicing through the atmosphere with deadly precision. The chains whip and twist with blinding speed, their icy sheen catching the faint light, moving so fast that even Denji, in his Chainsaw form, struggles to react or track them.

The cold air from the chains chills Denji’s surroundings, swirling around him as they accelerate, carving arcs in the space around his body. Despite their frenzied movements, none of the chains land a direct hit, their chaotic dance creating a storm of frost and tension that leaves Denji on edge, unsure of when or where the next strike will come.

Denji in his Chainsaw Man, speeds through the streets of Tokyo, his chainsaw revving loudly. He can feel the adrenaline pumping, but Lex's agility is throwing him off. As Lex performs multiple backflips, the ice chains whirl around him with an uncanny precision, creating a mesmerizing yet terrifying dance of frozen precision.

Lex: grinning as he flips through the air "Come on, Denji! Keep up! You can't let a little ice slow you down!"

Denji narrows his eyes, focusing on Lex as the chains zip past him, barely missing his skin by mere centimeters. The cold air from the chains sends shivers down his spine, a reminder of how dangerously close he is to being caught off guard.

Denji: gritting his teeth "Easy for you to say! Just wait until I get my hands on you!"

Lex lands gracefully on a nearby rooftop, glancing back at Denji with an encouraging nod. Denji, fueled by a mix of frustration and determination, revs his chainsaw louder, pushing himself to gain ground.

Lex: calling out from above "Remember, it's all about flow! and if you wanna start impressing start with the eyes below!"

Lex glanced down, a smirk on his face, as a few curious onlookers tilted their heads upward. Their eyes widened in shock and awe as they spotted the surreal sight—a man with a chainsaw for a head locked in a chaotic battle with an undeniably attractive guy effortlessly pulling off cool parkour moves. The two darted across rooftops and walls, their movements fluid and almost hypnotic, leaving the spectators frozen in a mix of confusion and amazement.

Denji flashed a wide grin, his jagged teeth glinting under the light. "Alright, if you say so!" he shouted, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and challenge as he revved his chainsaws.

With a burst of speed, Denji launches himself upward, using the nearby buildings to his advantage. He scales a wall, narrowly avoiding another swing of Lex's ice chains. The two of them navigate through the maze of Tokyo, each taking turns darting around corners, leaping from ledge to ledge, and weaving through alleys.

Denji spots Lex ahead, who's momentarily paused to adjust his stance, preparing to unleash another flurry of ice chains. Denji seizes the opportunity.

Denji: shouting "I'm coming for you, Lex!"

He lunges forward, revving his chainsaw as he leaps onto the next building, the blade roaring with power. The thrill of the race fuels his every move, his heart pounding in rhythm with the sound of the chainsaw. Lex's playful demeanor ignites a competitive spirit in him, and for the first time in a long while, he feels a sense of camaraderie—and a desire to win.

As the two of them continue to race, the chaos of Tokyo envelops them, filled with the sounds of bustling streets, the sights of towering buildings, and the energy of the city igniting a newfound determination in Denji.

As Denji makes a slip-up, he feels the icy grip of Lex's chains wrapping around him, pulling him up into the air. The sudden movement catches him off guard, and he lets out a yelp as he's thrown into the air. Time seems to slow as he flips through the sky, feeling the rush of wind against his face. But Lex's chains have a mind of their own, expertly controlling his descent until he lands safely on a rooftop.

laughing as Lex effortlessly executes a backflip, landing perfectly on another ledge "Not bad Denji"

Lex spins around, his ice chains swirling like ribbons around him, creating an impressive display of dexterity and flair. The coolness of the chains contrasts sharply with Denji's fiery nature, and Lex takes every chance to showcase his skills.

Lex: winking playfully "Oh well you're doing great, but if you want to keep up, you might need to add a little bark"

Denji grits his teeth, irritation and determination mingling within him. He's not about to let Lex outshine him. With a roar, he revs his chainsaw, feeling the power surge through him.

Denji smirked, his expression sharp and confident as he quietly accepted the challenge. No words were needed—his gleaming eyes and the faint rev of his chainsaws said it all.

With newfound resolve, Denji pushes off the edge of the rooftop, launching himself into a series of rapid movements. He dodges Lex's next flurry of ice chains, narrowly escaping their icy grip as he attempts to match Lex's stunts.

Denji's instincts kick in, and he channels the energy of his transformation, flipping and rolling across the rooftops with an unexpected grace. For every teasing remark from Lex, Denji finds a way to respond with newfound agility, refusing to be the underdog.

As they race through the vibrant cityscape, their playful competition transforms into a fierce rivalry, both pushing each other to new limits. Denji can feel the thrill of the chase invigorating him, his past struggles fading away with each leap and bound.

The chase becomes a dance—Lex's flashy, controlled movements against Denji's raw, unrefined power. And in that moment, atop the rooftops of Tokyo, Denji begins to feel a flicker of hope. Maybe he really can change his life, one daring stunt at a time.

Lex glanced back, a playful grin spreading across his face as he saw Denji starting to close the gap. Still ahead, he couldn't resist showing off, flipping backward through the air with effortless grace, his movements as fluid as if he were born to do this. Each flip was accompanied by a cheeky look over his shoulder at Denji, teasing him with his lead.

"Come on, Denji! You gotta move faster than that!" Lex called out with a laugh, his ice chains glinting in the sunlight as he twisted and flipped again, relishing the thrill of the chase.

Lex's smile widens as he glances back at Denji, who's finally starting to gain ground. The determination in Denji's eyes ignites a competitive spirit within Lex, and he picks up the pace, eager to see just how far Denji can push himself.

Lex: calling back over his shoulder "That's it, Denji! Keep it up! You're getting faster! Just a little more and you'll be right on my tail!"

He expertly maneuvers around a rooftop obstacle, leaping off a ledge and twisting mid-air, his ice chains glinting in the sunlight. Lex lands with a soft thud, his chains ready to spring into action if needed. He's impressed by Denji's progress, even if he doesn't show it outright.

As Denji closes the gap, Lex feels the thrill of competition coursing through him. He pushes himself to stay just ahead, but it's clear that Denji is gaining confidence with each leap.

Lex: grinning, a hint of mischief in his voice Alright, "Denji! Let's see if you can keep up with my next move!"

With a sudden burst of energy, Lex vaults off a nearby ledge, propelling himself high into the air. He twirls, creating a dazzling display of ice chains that spiral around him like a whirlwind before he crashes down onto a lower rooftop, landing effortlessly.

Denji watches, momentarily stunned by the spectacle. But the sight only fuels his determination further. Revving his chainsaw, he dives forward, channeling every ounce of energy into his next leap.

Denji:

With a powerful push, Denji launches himself off the edge of the rooftop, soaring through the air toward Lex's position. The wind rushes past him, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He feels alive—more than he has in years.

As he descends, Denji aims to land directly beside Lex, hoping to surprise him and claim the edge in their playful rivalry.

Below them, the streets of Tokyo bustled with life—pedestrians weaving through traffic, cars honking as they passed by. From this height, the noise was a distant hum, far removed from the chaos. Denji, now fully transformed, leaped through the air with the roar of his chainsaws echoing in the sky.

He landed hard on the rooftop where Lex stood, the impact cracking the surface beneath his feet. Denji's eyes locked onto Lex, who stood there, ice chains dangling from his hands, his smile unfazed. The contrast between them—the wild, revving energy of Chainsaw Man and the cool, carefree confidence of Lex—hung in the air.

Lex's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Nice landing, Denji! Now the fun really starts."

He spins one of his ice chains playfully, flicking it towards Denji, who manages to dodge it just in time. Lex chuckles, sensing the energy between them shifting from light-hearted competition to a more profound bond of camaraderie.

Lex: gesturing towards the street Think you can handle a little more? We can take this race down to the ground if you're up for it!

Denji glances at the busy street below, his heart racing—not from fear, but from excitement. This is his chance to prove himself.

With a determined nod, he turns back to Lex, ready to take the plunge into the bustling city below. He knows that with each step he takes alongside Lex, he's carving out a new path for himself—a path filled with promise, strength, and perhaps even friendship.

Lex leads the way, sliding down a nearby fire escape with a flair that makes it look effortless. Denji follows, adrenaline surging through him as he mimics Lex's movements, feeling more confident with every leap they take. They land in the midst of the crowd, where the sounds of Tokyo envelop them—a symphony of life and energy that feels exhilarating and liberating.

As they navigate through the throngs of people, Denji feels a sense of belonging he hasn't experienced in a long time. Lex matches his pace, always a step ahead but never leaving Denji behind. The world around them blurs into the background as they focus on their shared goal of training and growing stronger together.

Lex: looking back at Denji with a mischievous smile Let's show these folks what we're made of!

Lex, ever the showman through the maze of cars, trucks, and buses, effortlessly dodging each one. His movements were fluid, almost dance-like, as he performed a series of backflips and flashy tricks, twisting and spinning through the air with impossible agility the Ice chains he is holding move around through the tight spaces with accuracy not a single one was hit Despite the crowded, chaotic road, Lex seemed completely at ease, his carefree laughter barely audible over the blaring horns.

"Come on, Denji!" he called out mid-flip, his voice light and teasing. "Try to keep up!"

Denji watches in awe as Lex moves effortlessly through the chaos of the busy streets, his athleticism on full display. The way Lex dodges cars and trucks with fluid grace, performing backflips and intricate tricks, makes it look like a dance rather than a race. It's mesmerizing, a whirlwind of energy and confidence.

Inspired by Lex's display, Denji steels himself and decides to push his own limits. the roar of chainsaws echoing as he prepares to join the fray. With a newfound determination, he leaps into the path of oncoming traffic, feeling the rush of adrenaline surging through him.

As Denji navigates the streets, he mimics Lex's movements, weaving between vehicles while using his chainsaw powers to enhance his speed and agility. He feels alive, the thrill of the chase igniting something deep within him that had long been dormant. The city becomes a playground, and he revels in the chaos of it all.

Lex: shouting over the noise of the city That's it, Denji! Just do what you feel awesome!

Denji smiles, relishing the encouragement. He dodges a taxi, sliding beneath it with expert timing, before using his chainsaws to vault himself onto the roof of a nearby bus. He stands tall, looking down at the moving traffic below, the wind whipping through his hair.

Lex leaps onto the bus beside him, his ice chains swirling around him like a protective barrier. He glances at Denji, a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

Lex: Now that's what I'm talking about! Let's show them what real devil hunters can do!

With a shared sense of purpose, they leap off the bus, landing back on the street and continuing their rapid dash through the city. Lex keeps the pace high, his movements a blend of skill and flair, while Denji matches him, feeling more confident with every step they take together.

As they race down the streets, the two become a blur of motion, turning the mundane into something extraordinary, their laughter and shouts echoing off the buildings as they embrace the thrill of their newfound partnership.

Their wild race eventually brought them to the edge of a towering cliff, where both Lex and Denji skidded to a stop. The city behind them felt miles away as the expansive view stretched out before their eyes. The setting sun cast brilliant shades of orange and pink across the horizon, reflecting off the calm waters below. The sounds of the crashing waves gently echoed up from the beach, adding a serene contrast to the adrenaline-pumping chase they'd just had.

Lex stood there, catching his breath, but his smile never wavered. He stared out at the vibrant sunset, his ice chains dissolving into the cool air. "Not bad, huh?" he said, his voice softer, almost in awe of the scene before them.

Denji, still revved up from the chase, found himself oddly calmed by the peaceful moment. The roar of his chainsaws quieted as he took in the beauty of the sunset. For a second, they both stood there, watching as the day slowly gave way to night, the sounds of the beach filling the quiet between them.

As Denji and Lex reach the cliff, they come to an abrupt stop, both momentarily breathless from the exhilaration of their race. The setting sun paints the sky in vibrant hues of orange, pink, and purple, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Below, the sounds of the beach blend with the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, creating a serene backdrop that contrasts sharply with the frenetic energy of the city they just left behind.

Denji stands at the edge of the cliff, taking in the breathtaking view. For a moment, he forgets about the weight of his past, the debts, and the struggles. Instead, he feels a sense of freedom wash over him, as if the horizon holds endless possibilities. He turns to Lex, a grin spreading across his face.

Denji: grinning This is awesome! I've never seen a sunset like this before.

Lex leans back on the cliff's edge, crossing his arms with a satisfied smile.

Lex: playfully Not bad, huh? this place has its perks! Sometimes, you just need to take a moment to appreciate what's around you.

Denji nods, his heart lighter than it has been in years. The beauty of the sunset reminds him of Pochita, and he can almost feel his companion's presence beside him, cheering him on. In this moment, he realizes how far he has come since those dark days of his childhood.

As the sun sinks lower, casting long shadows across the cliff, Denji feels a surge of determination rising within him. He looks out at the horizon, thinking about his future, the H.G.O, and the potential that lies ahead. For the first time, he allows himself to hope.

Denji: with newfound resolve I'm going to make it, Lex. I'm going to be a great devil hunter, just like you.

Lex smirks, leaning closer, his confidence radiating.

Lex: with a teasing tone You better believe it! Just remember, it's not just about the strength; it's about the heart you put into it.

They both share a laugh, the camaraderie between them growing stronger. As the sun sets completely, they stand side by side, the vastness of the ocean before them serving as a reminder of the adventures yet to come. In this moment of peace, they know they are ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, together.

The peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of tires crunching against the gravel road behind them. Lex turned, his playful grin returning as he spotted the familiar black car pulling up to the cliff's edge. The driver stepped out, carrying a bundle in his arms—Lex's H.G.O. uniform and his signature cleavers, securely strapped into their holsters.

The driver approached with a respectful nod. "Here you go, Mr. Luther. The gear you requested."

Lex's eyes lit up as he took the uniform and weapons, his mood instantly shifting back to business. "Perfect timing," he said with a wink, slinging the cleavers over his shoulder. He casually slid his ice chains away, replacing them with his preferred weapons as he adjusted the holsters.

Turning back to Denji, he smirked, now fully geared up. "Looks like it's time to stop messing around and get serious, huh?"

Denji watches curiously as Lex unpacks the gear. The cleavers gleam in the fading sunlight, their edges sharp and well-maintained. Lex slips into his uniform, a sleek combination of practicality and style, highlighting his athletic build. He effortlessly straps on the cleaver holsters, positioning them in a way that makes it clear he's ready for action at a moment's notice.

Lex: turning to Denji with a playful grin You ready for the real training?

Denji, feeling the weight of the moment and the presence of Lex's gear, nods with enthusiasm. The adrenaline from their earlier race still courses through him, and he's eager to learn from the devil hunter who has taken him under his wing.

Denji: smirking Let's do it! I want to see what you've got!

Lex chuckles, slinging his cleavers across his back with practiced ease. He takes a moment to stretch, his muscles tensing and relaxing in preparation for whatever training awaits them.

Lex: with a determined glint in his eye Alright then! We'll start with some combat drills. I'll show you how to use your chainsaw powers effectively while dodging attacks. It'll be fun!

The driver stands back, watching the two young hunters with an amused smile as he knows how intense Lex's training can get. He gets back into the car, leaving the two to their training.

As they begin, Lex demonstrates a series of swift movements, combining his ice manipulation with his combat skills, showcasing his agility and precision. Denji, inspired and determined, activates his chainsaw powers, ready to mimic Lex's techniques.

Lex: encouragingly Keep your stance wide and your movements fluid! Think of it like dancing, but with a lot more cutting!

Denji laughs, feeling the camaraderie strengthen as they train side by side. The sun continues to dip below the horizon, marking the beginning of a new chapter in Denji's life, one filled with action, friendship, and the promise of adventure.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lex gave Denji a quick, mischievous grin before launching himself off the cliff. He dove headfirst into the open air, his body cutting through the wind with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before. The sound of the waves crashing below grew louder as he plummeted, the sunset framing his descent like a daring escape from gravity itself.

His cleavers glinted in the fading light as he spread his arms wide, his form graceful as ever, making the dangerous leap look like nothing more than another of his playful stunts. "Catch me if you can, Denji!" his voice echoed up, full of excitement as he disappeared over the edge.

Below, the beach awaited, the waves roaring as if cheering him on.

Lex: shouting up to Denji Come on, man! Don't just stand there!

Denji watches, a mix of awe and adrenaline pumping through him. The sight of Lex's effortless leap inspires him, and he quickly follows suit, activating his chainsaw powers. With a determined yell, he jumps off the cliff, using his own abilities to control his descent.

Denji: yelling mid-air Here goes nothing!

As he falls, he activates his chainsaw, the familiar roar echoing in the air. Denji channels his energy into his landing, wanting to emulate Lex's smooth technique. He twists his body, aiming to land as gracefully as possible. The thrill of the jump fuels his excitement, and he can feel the rush of air all around him.

Denji lands next to Lex with a thud, the ground shaking slightly beneath him. He stumbles but quickly regains his balance, a grin spreading across his face.

Denji: breathless but exhilarated That was awesome!

Lex: laughing Not bad for your first jump! But next time, try to keep your form!

The two hunters share a laugh, the bond of friendship growing stronger as they continue their training. The sunset casts a warm glow over them, illuminating their path ahead—a path filled with challenges, training, and perhaps a bit of mischief.

Lex: wiping his brow, his expression turning serious Alright, Denji. Let's kick it up a notch. I want to see how you handle some real combat drills now.

Denji nods, the excitement building within him as they prepare for the next phase of their training, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

Lex walked toward the shore with casual confidence, his cleavers swinging at his side. Just before his foot touched the water, the surface instantly froze beneath him, turning into a rough sheet of ice that stretched outward, ensuring a stable platform for both him and Denji. The ice formed effortlessly, allowing them to spar without slipping as Lex continued walking forward.

"Come on, Denji, time for a sparring session," he said with a smirk, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. They moved further away from the shore, giving themselves enough space, the ice continuously spreading over the water as they walked. Lex was making sure they wouldn't hit anything—and if they needed more room, the ice would just keep expanding.

Lex suddenly stopped and glanced back at Denji, his grin widening. "Before we get into it, you're gonna need to be in your best shape." He casually pulled out a blood pouch, tossing it toward Denji. "Your a hybrid so I need you to drink my blood."

Denji caught the pouch, hesitating for a moment as his mind raced. But then, with a shrug, he tossed away any doubts. The life he had now— the thrill of it all of this new life—was far better than the regular, the boring, average life he used to dream of. He wasn't ready to let this life go. Lex was the reason Denji was enjoying things most people could only imagine.

Without another thought, Denji drank the blood. The moment it touched his lips, something changed. His vision blurred, and when his eyes snapped open, he wasn't on the ice anymore. He was in that old, small, and filthy hut he used to call home. Panic surged through him—why was he here? How did he end up back in this nightmare?

His heart raced, but then he felt something warm on his chest, and as he looked down, a small pair of familiar, round eyes gazed up at him. It was Pochita, in his small orange form, resting peacefully on Denji's chest. The sight of Pochita calmed him instantly. He smiled, gently stroking the little devil as soft snowflakes drifted down outside.

Pochita snuggled closer to Denji, curling up against him, and for the first time, it spoke. "Hello, Denji. It's nice to see you living a good life."

Denji blinked, surprised. "Pochita...?" he asked, wide-eyed, sinking back onto the old, threadbare mattress he once slept on.

"Yep, it's me," Pochita wagged its tail happily, the warmth in its voice a stark contrast to the snow falling outside. Everything about the moment felt strangely comforting.

Denji's voice trembled, tears welling up in his eyes as he spoke. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you back then Pochita. If I had ran faster, maybe if I fought harder, Lex would have been there to save us, and you could enjoy this life with me.

Hewipes of his tears, gently patting Pochita as Denji took a deep breath, the weight of his past mingling with the hope of the present. "This life... it's so much better than anything I ever dreamed of before —a dream that felt totally out of our reach. But now, I've got something real, something that people with ordinary lives can only wish for. I'm living it, Pochita. I just can't help but feel lucky to have this chance."

He paused, his eyes shining with determination. "I won't let it slip away. I'll fight to hold onto it, no matter what."

Pochita looked up at Denji, its eyes shining with understanding and warmth. "Denji," it said softly, its tiny voice filled with reassurance, "you've already fought so hard to get here. You're stronger than you think, and you have Lex by your side now. Together, you can face anything."

His smile falters, and anxiety creeps in.

Denji: But what if I lose it as quickly as it came? I'm scared I might have to live here again. His voice trembles as he stares into Pochita's reassuring eyes, searching for solace.

Pochita nudged closer, its little tail wagging gently. "I may not be there physically, but I'm always with you in spirit. You have the power to create the life you want. Just remember, you're not alone anymore. Keep moving forward, and don't let fear hold you back. You're living your dream now—cherish it."

Pochita, still smiling, looked up at him with those same innocent eyes, as if nothing could ever go wrong. "Denji," it said softly, "you've come so far... don't be afraid." Pochita's voice is gentle yet firm "Denji. If you don't want to lose this life, you must fight with my heart. With Lex's blood, I can lend you my power. He smiles cutely, his eyes sparkling with encouragement. Then you'll understand how strong you need to be to protect your new life.

Pochita hops down from Denji's side and walks to the center of the old hut, sitting down with an air of calm confidence.

Pochita: Denji, if you're ever in trouble, you can always come back here. I'll be here to help you and comfort you. He gestures toward the exit of the hut, where the door stands slightly ajar, the light from the outside world spilling in as soft snow pours down gently and beautifully. "So go on, open the door. You need to continue protecting your new life."

He looks up at Denji, his gaze unwavering, filled with trust and warmth. The hut may represent Denji's past, but Pochita is offering him a path forward, a reminder of the strength that lies within him and the bond they share, one that can never be broken.

Denji sits up, the weight of his past slowly lifting as he gazes at the door that leads back to his present. The warmth of Pochita's presence fills him with courage, and he takes a deep breath, feeling the resolve building within him.

Denji: With newfound determination "I won't let go of this life, Pochita. I'll fight for it, no matter what."

He stands up, brushing off the remnants of the old life he had left behind. He walks toward the door, heart pounding with anticipation and fear, but fueled by the strength of their bond. With a firm grip, he reaches for the door handle, ready to embrace the life he has fought so hard to achieve.

Denji: Turning back to Pochita with a confident smile I'm ready. Let's do this together! Pochita." Denji flashed a casual smile, his sharp teeth showing just enough to hint at his usual mischievousness. Without saying another word, he turned his head back toward the door, his movements relaxed but purposeful.

With that, he opens the door, stepping out into the bright, welcoming light of the new day, leaving the shadows of his past behind him.

Denji blinked as he returned to the real world, the familiar sounds of the beach fading into focus. Lex stood before him, a wide smirk stretching across his face, clearly impressed. Denji towered over him at an impressive 7'4, his new form radiating power. His thick, black armor-like skin glistened with sharp edges and spikes, and bright, glowing orange lights shone from his eyes, a stark contrast against the deepening twilight.

The chainsaws on his arms hummed loudly, their lengths, width, and thickness exaggerated, giving off an intimidating aura that suggested they were designed for one purpose to turn anything into minced meat. Smoke and heat billowed from the exhaust pipes, adding to the formidable presence he now commanded.

Denji's grin broke through the earlier tension, the weight of his worries lifting as he took in his transformed state. "Not gonna lie," he said, his voice steady and filled with newfound confidence. "This isn't so bad."

He flexed his arms, feeling the raw power coursing through him, ready to embrace whatever challenge lay ahead.

Chainsaw Man Lights Over Season 1 Episode 2 "The New Curse"