SOBORU!!!

Chainsaw Man Lights Over: Episode 1 "Happy Meeting you"

The setting remains the same as in the original series of Chainsaw Man Episode one as it starts at an abandoned warehouse, dark and ominous, littered with debris, blood and Gore from the recent battle of the Zombie Devil. The air is thick with dust and the faint smell of decay. Denji, in his Chainsaw Man form, lies on the cold concrete floor, visibly exhausted from the brutal fight.

Light footsteps are heard as denji turns his head tiredly as he looks at The young man who crouches beside Denji, his gaze steady and sharp, despite the dim lighting. His presence contrasts with the grim surroundings. With a mix of concern and curiosity, he speaks, his voice cutting through the heavy silence.

Young Man: "Hey, you alright? You look pretty exhausted." He peers down at Denji, who is still in his Chainsaw Man form, his chainsaw blades now retracted and bloodied as he slowly turns back into his human form*

Denji: He breathes heavily, his voice a strained whisper. "I'm fine... just need a minute." He shifts slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position on the rough ground.

The young man observed Denji with a hint of sympathy, understanding the depth of his exhaustion. "Yeah, you're not fine," he said, a note of resolve in his voice. He retrieved one of his cleavers, unwrapping the bandage with a practiced flick. A thin line of crimson appeared on his arm, and he held it over Denji's mouth, letting the blood drip steadily.

Denji's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the rich, sweet taste of the blood. It coursed through him like a revitalizing elixir. His battered body responded with astonishing speed: his wounds closed up, his energy surged, and his chainsaws retracted smoothly as he reverted to his normal form. Denji's fatigue evaporated, replaced by a fierce, newfound vitality.

"Wow, you look really energized! I have to compliment you on the mess you made *He said looking Denji with a confident smile*

Denji sat up, a look of surprise crossing his face after drinking Lex's blood. "I didn't know someone else's blood could taste that sweet. It's pretty crazy!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a playful grin spreading across his features. The rush of power coursing through him felt exhilarating, and he couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected flavors and sensations. "Who knew blood could be this good?" He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief,

"Nice to see you're looking all good. So, what's your name, fella?"

The warehouse was a grim tableau of the aftermath: rotting zombie corpses scattered across the floor, which was slick with congealed blood. Denji, though covered in grime, seemed unfazed. He flashed a grin. "My name's Denji," he said with a smile. "How about you? What's your name?"

"The name's Lex Luther. It's nice to meet you, Denji." He said with a confident tone and a smirk, his presence adding a touch of charisma to the grim surroundings.

The warehouse remained a stark reminder of the recent battle: rotting zombie corpses littered the floor, slick with dried blood. Denji, though stained, appeared unconcerned. He returned Lex's smile. "Nice to meet you too, Lex. What brings you here?"

"Well, heard a clean up is coming here after someone reported a loud mess happening here. I just wanted to get here first." Lex's tone was calm and pretty chill

Denji nodded, his curiosity piqued. The name of the organization, H.G.O., was new to him, but it sounded significant. "Sounds like you've got your hands full. What is the H.G.O *He said a bit with a curious tone* I have never heard of it. ?"

"I never really bothered with the details myself. All I know is that it's a worldwide organization dedicated to hunting down devils, as long as you pay them, of course. H.G.O. stands for Heaven's Gate Organization." Lex's expression remained composed, though a hint of frustration with the organization's enigmatic nature was evident.

Denji raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the mention of such a large-scale operation. "Heaven's Gate Organization, huh? Sounds pretty ambitious. Are they any good at what they do?"

Lex: "Of course, it still stands really tall when it comes to hunting down devils." He said with a smirk, clearly proud of the organization's reputation.

Denji nodded, impressed by the confidence Lex had in the H.G.O. "Sounds like they've got a solid reputation. Maybe I'll learn more about them in the future." He glanced around at the remnants of the battle. "So, do you need any help with the cleanup, or are you just here to check things out?"

"Yep! just here to check things out and dont worry about the mess someone from the H.G.O should handle the cleanup." Lex's smirk widened, emphasizing his point with a casual shrug.

Denji chuckled, appreciating the humor despite the grim situation. "Fair enough. I guess that's one less thing to worry about. So, what's next for you? you said your about to head somewhere, or your going to stay here and check things out?"

"Well, I'm actually planning to head around the area to check out some cool spots while I patrol." He gestured toward the abandoned warehouse as multiple cargo trucks pulled up and parked outside. The sight of the H.G.O. cleaning officials arriving promptly caught his attention. "Oh they are, looks they got here pretty quickly."

Denji watched as the H.G.O. cleaning teams began their work, clearly impressed by their efficiency. He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they don't mess around. Looks like they've got everything under control."

The H.G.O. cleaners suited up in hazmat gear, preparing for the task ahead. Their suits were designed to protect them from biohazard materials, with some of them carrying weapons, just in case anything unexpected—like a devil—showed up.

Denji glanced at the men, now fully suited in their hazmat gear, and smirked as they stared at the bloody mess left behind. "Looks like they're in for a rough job."

One of the Disinfectors, already looking weary, muttered under his breath as he eyed the carnage. "Wow, I better get paid extra for this."

Lex observed as the Disinfectors get to work as he approaches one of the Disinfectors dragging zombie corpses outside of the warehouse.

"Hey, mind if we borrow your truck and some of the stuff inside for my buddy here?"

"Sure." The voice came through the hazmat suit, muffled but clear.

"Cool. thanks a lot, Mr?."

Cleaner No.2: "Grimace."

Lex: "Ah, right. Thanks for the help, Mr. Grimace." Lex turned to Denji and gestured for him to follow. "Come on, let's get going Denji."

Denji followed Lex heading outside the abandoned warehouse, multiple cargo trucks from the H.G.O. were parked, their presence a stark contrast to the desolate surroundings. Several Batch members loitered around, either observing the disinfectors clean up or standing guard around the perimeter, ensuring no one entered while the area was being sanitized. Lex headed toward one of the cargo trucks, which typically contained showering products for such situations.

as Lex playfully slaps the steel wall of the cargo truck, the sound echoing in the enclosed space. "Aha! Perfect! You can hop in there for a quick rinse, Denji. I think I spotted some spare clothes in there, too. Can't have you running around in that—uh, whatever that is you're wearing!" He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on, clean up a bit. You'll feel like a new man!"

"Thanks, Lex. I really appreciate it." He swings open the cargo truck door and steps inside, a wave of anticipation washing over Denji. The thought of a hot shower after the battle feels like a luxury he hasn't experienced in ages. He quickly scans the interior, looking for fresh clothes, eager to wash away the grime and blood that clings to him. The promise of a hot shower and the comfort of clean clothes makes his heart race with excitement.

As Denji steps inside the cargo truck, he's greeted by a surprisingly spacious interior, equipped with an impressive array of cleaning supplies. Everything needed for a comfortable shower is within reach as Denji looked at theses daily items with value these shampoo, soap, and fluffy towels hang neatly on hooks. The layout is thoughtfully designed, catering not only to victims of devil attacks but also to the weary employees who work tirelessly to keep the peace.

To his left, an area is dedicated to those who have just faced the horrors of a devil encounter, featuring soothing amenities to help them cleanse both body and mind. On the right, another section is set aside for the employees, complete with sturdy lockers and fresh uniforms, allowing them to wash away the stress of their shifts. The soft hum of a hot water heater fills the air, amplifying the allure of a refreshing shower. Denji can't help but feel a sense of comfort in this unconventional refuge.

"This setup is pretty impressive. Nice to have a bit of comfort after a mess like that." He took a moment to appreciate the space before heading toward the showers, ready to clean up and change as Denji enjoyed a nice warm bath, the comforting heat of the water easing his tired muscles. As the shower streamed over him, it washed away the blood and grime from the recent battle. He used the soap and shampoo provided, savoring the refreshing sensation and the cleanliness that came with each rinse. The warm water and soothing environment helped him relax, a welcome contrast to the chaos he'd just endured As Denji took his bath, soft and relaxing music played gently in the background. The soothing tunes added an extra layer of comfort, creating a calming atmosphere that helped him unwind. The combination of warm water and tranquil music made the experience even more pleasant, a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the recent battle. After finishing his bath, Denji dried himself with a towel, the soft fabric absorbing the last traces of moisture. He looked at himself in the mirror, taking in his refreshed appearance. The warm water had not only cleaned him up but also seemed to rejuvenate his spirit. He felt more like himself, the grime and fatigue of the battle now washed away.

After a few minutes, Denji emerged from the truck, now dressed in simple, fresh clothes provided from inside. He stepped out, feeling more comfortable and refreshed. Outside, he saw Lex engaged in conversation with a person with a suit, discussing the situation with an air of authority.

As Denji heads out and heard towards Lex as the Batch members were chatting close by about their experiences in Japan.

Batch Member 1: "It's pretty cool getting sent to Japan for work. Not only are our expenses covered, but we also get to stay in a five-star hotel for free. This feels more like a vacation than a job, if you ask me."

Batch Member 2: "Yeah, I agree. It's nice to explore a new place without having to spend a dime."

As the disinfectors continued to drag the rotten zombie corpses into a growing pile. The occasional sound of gunshots echoed from inside the warehouse.

Disinfector 6: "Hey, uh... is it dead?"

Disinfector 9: "It was dead when we got here, genius. What are you even asking?"

Disinfector 6: "Yeah, but, like... is it dead-dead? You know, like... extra dead?"

Disinfector 9: "It's not a video game! I shot it! It's not moving!"

Disinfector 6: "Hey, don't blame me for double-checking! Last clean-up, you said the same thing, and it bit Jerry's leg clean off."

Disinfector 9: "...Fair point. Okay, fine, kick it. If it growls, run. If it doesn't, drag."

Disinfector 6: "What if it growls after we start dragging?"

Disinfector 9: "Then I'll let it eat your leg this time."

As the disinfectors continued their meticulous work, the atmosphere inside the warehouse was a blend of grim efficiency and underlying tension. The air was heavy with the scent of disinfectant, mingled with the faint stench of decay from the recently cleared zombie corpses. The fluorescent lights flickered intermittently, casting long shadows across the blood-streaked floor.

The disinfectors, clad in their protective suits, moved with a practiced, almost robotic precision. Their faces, obscured by masks, betrayed little emotion as they worked. The once chaotic scene of battle was slowly being transformed into a semblance of order, though the sheer scale of the cleanup made the task seem endless.

Despite their professional demeanor, there was an unspoken fatigue among the team. The endless dragging of bodies and the constant hum of the industrial fans drying out the damp, blood-stained floor created a relentless background noise. Occasionally, the sound of a rubber-gloved hand scraping against metal or the muted thud of a body being lifted broke the monotony.

As the disinfectors began to pour gasoline over the pile of corpses, a sense of grim finality settled over the warehouse. The gasoline hissed and splattered as it soaked into the decaying flesh, its strong odor quickly filling the air. The disinfectors worked methodically, their movements deliberate as they prepared to set the pile ablaze.

In response to the rising fumes, the H.G.O. combat members and others in the area donned gas masks, the masks giving their faces an impersonal, almost menacing look. The air grew tense as everyone adjusted their masks and checked their equipment, preparing for the inevitable smoke and heat.

The warehouse was now a mix of anxious anticipation and the stark reality of their work. The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, while the distant hum of industrial fans added to the atmosphere of controlled chaos.

As Lex and Denji were still talking, the hum of a new vehicle approaching caught their attention. The Batch members guarding the perimeter moved aside, allowing a sleek black car to drive through. It came to a stop near the abandoned warehouse, its dark windows reflecting the dim light of the surrounding area. The atmosphere shifted, the casual conversation replaced by a sense of anticipation.

The door of the vehicle opened, and a woman with striking red hair stepped out, accompanied by a few others dressed in black suits. Her presence was commanding, her sharp gaze immediately assessing the situation. The combat members straightened up, their demeanor becoming more formal as they prepared to greet her.

One of the Batch members quickly approached Lex, his voice respectful yet urgent.

"Mr. Luther, the leader of the Public Safety Devil Hunter organization is here. She's come to check in on the situation."

Lex's expression remained calm, though there was a subtle shift in his posture—more alert, more focused. He glanced at Denji, then back at the approaching group, ready for what was next.

"Someone official I've never heard of." He placed his hand thoughtfully on his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the new arrivals. "Must be some high-ranking individual."

Denji watched Lex, noting his calm but intrigued demeanor. The arrival of this new figure clearly held significance, adding another layer to the already tense situation.

Denji's eyes flickered to the new arrivals, and his usual laid-back expression shifted the moment he spotted the red hair woman. His gaze lingered on her, clearly intrigued by her presence.

"High-ranking, huh?" Denji muttered, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. A smirk crept onto his face as he added, "She's... pretty cute. If she's that important, maybe I oughta try impressin' her or somethin'."

He scratched the back of his head, his goofy grin widening as he mulled over the idea. His thoughts shifted, and his tone turned playful, laced with that all-too-familiar, impulsive desperation he always felt when it came to women.

"If it means getting closer to someone like her," he mused, "maybe a little trouble ain't such a bad deal after all."

Lex glanced at Denji, noting his sudden change in demeanor with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The arrival of this high ranking woman, combined with Denji's reaction, added a new dynamic to the situation.

Lex glances at the red-haired woman, then shifts his gaze to Denji's grin. The realization dawns on him, and a smirk creeps across his face, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Ah, I get it now," he says, his tone lighthearted, tinged with playful teasing. "She's here because of you, isn't she?"

Denji flashes a grin at Lex's teasing, a playful glint lighting up his eyes. "Hey, don't go spoiling my fun now!" he chuckles, leaning back casually as if brushing off the comment. "But, who knows? I might actually have a shot." The presence of such a high-ranking and cute individual sends a ripple of excitement through the moment, and Denji feels a surge of adrenaline coursing through him at the thoughts.

Lex chuckles, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, don't worry! As your new buddy, I've got your back. And since I'm one of the top dogs in the H.G.O., I'll have a little chat with her. Just prepare yourself, man!" He speaks with a confident tone, adjusting his collar as if readying himself for a grand entrance. With a relaxed yet authoritative posture, he strides toward her, the air around him charged with charisma.

Denji watched him go, still lingering on the Red hair woman's presence, his curiosity only growing as he wondered what kind of conversation would take place between the two high-ranking individuals.

The red hair Woman looked around, her expression indifferent to the chaos surrounding her. The acrid scent of burning flesh began to fill the air as the H.G.O cleaners set the corpses ablaze, but she didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Her scarlet eyes flickered over the scene, taking in the work being done, yet showing little interest.

???: "Hmm, it seems the H.G.O has taken control of the situation." She remarked, her tone smooth and composed, as if she were simply commenting on the weather.

Her attention shifted as she noticed Lex approaching her, his confident stride contrasting with the grim work happening in the background. The crackling of the flames grew louder, the smoke rising in dark plumes as the bodies continued to burn, creating an eerie backdrop for their impending conversation.

"Hey there," Lex greeted, his smirk returning as he neared her. "It seems like the air around you screams rank!. So, what brings you here?" His tone was casual, but there was a hint of curiosity behind his confident exterior.

He studied her, intrigued by the calm, almost unbothered way she carried herself despite the chaos around them. The flames crackled louder as the bodies burned, but neither of them seemed fazed by the morbid scene.

???: "I'm here to ensure that everything is proceeding as it should." Her voice was calm, almost dispassionate, as she glanced briefly at the burning corpses before returning her gaze to Lex. "With the recent increase in devil activity, it's important to oversee operations personally. And, of course, I wanted to meet the people in charge."

There was a hint of a smile on her lips, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, giving off an air of intrigue and authority.

"I guess that's understandable. Well, observe the scence as much as you like." Lex replied, maintaining his confident smile, his posture relaxed yet ready for whatever the conversation might bring.

Lex stepped back slightly, allowing Makima to take in the scene. He was intrigued by her presence, curious about her true intentions beyond her official reason for being there. The flickering flames cast a warm glow on their faces, contrasting with the coldness in her gaze.

Red Hair Woman smiled at Lex "Thank you, I appreciate your candor." Her gaze sweeps around the warehouse, her expression remaining calm and composed, as if she's carefully assessing the situation and the people within it. "It's crucial for organizations like ours to maintain a close watch on developments. The devils won't rest, and neither can we." Her voice carries an undercurrent of urgency, emphasizing the weight of her words and the constant threat looming in the shadows.

Her gaze returned to him, a flicker of something inscrutable in her eyes. "I trust you and your team are prepared for any challenges that may arise.

"Oh, I'm more than ready," he replied with a confident nod, the smirk never leaving his face. "I've handled my fair share of devils, and let's just say I've got a knack for keeping things cool under pressure. Heat doesn’t bother me—I know how to handle it."

As he spoke, The red hair woman's yellow eyes, adorned with multiple red rings, regarded him with a calm intensity. Her gaze seemed to penetrate deeper, as if assessing not just his words but the very essence of his resolve.

???: "That's good to hear. Confidence is key in this line of work." She paused, her eyes flickering to the ongoing cleanup operation. "But remember, overconfidence can lead to carelessness. I recommend if you stay vigilant" *She said with a tone that gives off a hidden warning*

The red Hair woman glanced briefly in the direction Lex pointed, her unreadable expression staying steady. Her eyes, yellow with the distinct red rings, settled back on Lex.

Lex leaned casually against a nearby wall, his expression a playful mix of confidence and curiosity. "Sure, you look like a pretty serious official from how he spoke about you." He nodded toward the rookie Batch member who had mentioned Makima's arrival, his smirk widening. "So, you're probably here to check out how the H.G.O. is handling things." His demeanor radiates ease, a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

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"And may I have your name?" he added, his tone light yet assertive, the small smile lingering on his face as he awaited her response. Lex's posture hinted at a blend of respect and playful challenge, clearly eager to learn more about the newcomer and her intentions.

as Makima glanced briefly in the direction Lex pointed, her unreadable expression staying steady. Her eyes, yellow with the distinct red rings, settled back on Lex.

"Well my Name is Makima im the the leader of the Public Safety Devil Hunter organization and Yes, I've heard much about the H.G.O.'s operations here," she replied calmly, her voice soft yet carrying an air of authority. "I simply want to ensure everything is... efficient." Her gaze shifted momentarily toward the burning corpses, where the disinfectors were hard at work.

"The rise in devil activity lately requires a more coordinated effort. Wouldn't you agree?" she asked, her tone deceptively polite but carrying a weight behind it. She didn't smile, but there was an underlying tension in the way she observed the scene unfolding around them.

Lex nods at Makima's words, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Agreed, but hey, I love some action in my line of work!" He chuckles softly, pulling Denji closer with a bright smile. "So, since you're here to check things out, my buddy here—" He gives Denji a friendly pat on the shoulder. "—is also interested in checking you out. If you have some time, of course. Right?" He nudges him playfully, a teasing grin on his face, clearly enjoying the moment.

"Yeah, uh... I mean, it's not every day you meet someone high-ranking like you," he stammered, attempting to sound casual. His heart raced at the thought of getting closer to Makima, despite Lex's playful nudging.

He straightened up, trying to muster some confidence. "So, um, what do you like to do when you're not, you know, doing official stuff?" Denji asked, leaning in slightly as if trying to impress her, the tension in the air mingling with his usual bravado.

Makima's gaze remained steady on Denji, her expression unreadable. A faint smile creased her lips, but her eyes, with their yellow hue and red rings, held a mysterious intensity.

"I appreciate your interest, Denji," she replied, her voice calm and almost melodic. "I find that I enjoy observing the complexities of human behavior, especially in intense situations like this." Her eyes flicked toward the ongoing cleanup operations, a mix of intrigue and calculation in her gaze.

"But if you're asking about personal interests... I suppose I enjoy learning about the various devils we encounter. Understanding them often leads to more effective strategies." She paused, allowing her words to hang in the air, testing Denji's reaction.

"What about you? Aside from fighting devils, what do you find enjoyable?" Makima's question was probing yet gentle, as if she were genuinely curious about the young devil hunter standing before her.

as Denji scratched the back of his head after hearing her question, trying to play it cool but feeling the weight of Makima's gaze on him. Her calm, almost hypnotic voice always made his heart race, and her question felt like it cut deeper than it probably should.

"Uh... well," he stammered, eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at her face. "I mean, fighting devils is kinda fun. Gets the blood pumpin', y'know?" He laughed nervously, rubbing his neck. "But, uh, honestly? I guess... I like the simple stuff. Like good food. And maybe... maybe just hangin' around with a girl or somethin'." He snuck a glance at her, a nervous chuckle escaping. "It's kinda dumb, but stuff like that makes me feel like life's worth fightin' for."

He paused, wondering if he'd said too much, then quickly added, "But, uh, I guess learnin' about devils could be cool too... if you're into that."

Makima's demeanor was cool and collected, reminiscent of her early interactions of The Chainsaw Devil. She tilted her head slightly, regarding Denji with a hint of curiosity that felt almost predatory.

she spoke to Denji, the sound of the disinfectors burning the corpses in the background created an unsettling contrast with her calm demeanor. The smoke curled into the air, mingling with the acrid scent of charred flesh—a stark reminder of the chaos they were surrounded by.

A slight smile graces her lips, her yellow eyes glinting with intrigue as she regards Denji. "Lex speaks quite highly of you, Denji. He seems to admire your tenacity." Her voice is smooth, laced with a hint of curiosity, as if she's assessing not just Denji's skills but the potential he holds. The moment hangs in the air, charged with unspoken expectations.

His eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and pride blooming in his chest. "He does? I mean... yeah, he totally does!" He scratches the back of his head, a sheepish grin forming. The warmth of Lex's praise lingers in his mind, making Denji feel a surge of confidence, like he finally belongs somewhere.

Lex, sensing the shift in the conversation, leaned against a nearby cargo truck with an amused expression. He walked toward Denji and whispered in his ear, his voice low and teasing. "You know, Denji, you could just ask her out or something. Could make for an interesting date—if you survive this mess." He chuckled, breaking the tension with a light-hearted jab. His gaze flickered between the two of them, half-joking but genuinely curious to see how Denji would handle the pressure, realizing his name was starting to squeeze into the conversation. Lex wanted to remind Denji that this was his moment with her.

Denji's eyes darted back to Makima, his bravado quickly resurfacing as a confident smirk tugged at his lips. "Yeah, maybe I should." He thought to himself, steeling his nerves. "Makima? Got any free time to grab a bite with a lowly devil hunter?" He attempted to play it cool, but the nervous excitement bubbling within him was hard to mask, betraying his casual demeanor. The thought of spending time with someone like her sent his heart racing, a mixture of thrill and anxiety coursing through him.

The moment felt electric, charged with possibilities, as the disinfectors continued their work in the background. The chaos of the warehouse faded away, leaving only the three of them in a strange bubble of conversation and tension.

Makima's expression remained inscrutable as she considered Denji's proposition. The moment stretched, and for a heartbeat, it felt as if the world around them had come to a halt. Denji's heart raced, uncertainty creeping in as he tried to decipher her thoughts.

Finally, a flicker of amusement crossed her features, but it was brief and elusive. "You're quite bold, Denji," she replied, her voice steady and almost teasing. "But I believe in the value of focus. You should keep your priorities straight, especially in our line of work."

She leaned in slightly, her gaze penetrating. "However, I also believe in rewarding those who show initiative. Perhaps when things settle down here, we could discuss your ambitions over a meal."

Lex raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her response, but Denji felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Yeah? That sounds awesome!" he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

Makima's lips curved into a subtle smile, almost imperceptible but enough to light up her striking yellow eyes, the red rings within them glimmering like distant stars. "Good. Until then, focus on what's in front of you. Your life may depend on it."

With that, she turned her attention back to the ongoing cleanup, her demeanor shifting to that of the serious, high-ranking official she was. Lex exchanged a glance with Denji, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, clearly amused by the unexpected turn of events.

Denji's heart raced, not just from the interaction but from the thrill of a challenge. With renewed determination, he turned back to the task at hand, ready to prove himself worthy of the attention he'd received.

Lex leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hey man, don't mess this up. Her time is valuable, especially now that the H.G.O. is here. With all this work piling up, she's probably feeling the pressure." He paused for dramatic effect, his smirk widening as he continued, "But it's also a chance for you to... 'comfort' her."

With a playful jab to the rookie's shoulder, Lex adjusted his sunglasses, the light glinting off the lenses. "Just remember, a little charm goes a long way! Make a good impression, and who knows what could happen?" He winked, clearly enjoying the teasing moment and the rookie's potential for mischief.

As Denji looks at Lex, a playful smile spreads across his face, Lex's words echoing in his mind and fueling his motivation. Just as he gathers the courage to ask Makima for a meal, eager to deepen their conversation, one of her associates approaches, interrupting the moment. Denji's heart sinks slightly, the weight of reality pressing back in on him. He watches as the man strides toward Makima with an air of formality, exuding an authority that demands respect. The sudden shift in atmosphere leaves Denji feeling momentarily deflated, the excitement of the moment slipping through his fing

"Ms. Makima," the man said, his voice clipped and professional, "excuse me for intruding in your conversation, but it seems like the H.G.O. has handled the situation very well. Should we head to the other sites?"

Makima turned her attention to him, her expression shifting seamlessly from the warmth of their earlier exchange to her authoritative demeanor. "Yes, I believe it's time to assess the other locations. Thank you for the update."

Denji felt the moment slip away, a mix of disappointment and frustration churning in his gut. "Guess that answers my question," he muttered under his breath, kicking himself for not being quicker.

Lex leaned closer, whispering, "Hey, don't sweat it. You'll get another shot. Just be ready."

As Makima prepared to leave, she glanced back at Denji, her eyes piercing through him. "If you wish to discuss your ambitions further, find me when this is all settled," she said, a hint of something—perhaps interest—lingering in her voice.

With that, she turned and walked away, the associate falling in step beside her as they moved toward the exit. Denji watched them go, the fleeting opportunity both thrilling and frustrating, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the end.

"Well, that went... something," he sighed, crossing his arms as he glanced at Lex, who was barely holding back laughter. "You think I blew it?"

Lex shrugged, still grinning. "Nah, just keep your chin up. The real game's just getting started."

The smell of smoke and burnt flesh still lingered in the air, the ongoing cleanup a reminder of the chaos they were amidst, but Denji felt a spark of determination igniting within him. He was determined to not just be a broke boy with a debt but someone worth paying attention to.

as Denji watched as Makima and her men entered the sleek black car, the door closing with a soft thud. He felt a strange mixture of relief and regret, knowing he might have let a moment slip by. The car's engine hummed to life, and within seconds, it began to drive away, leaving the site in a cloud of dust.

As the vehicle faded into the distance, the sounds of the cleanup resumed. The crackling of burning zombie corpses, the murmur of combat members, and the hum of activity filled the air. Denji scratched his head, still feeling the weight of the encounter.

"Man, that was so intense," Denji muttered, half to himself, as he kicked a loose rock on the ground.

Lex gave him a nudge with his elbow, still amused. "Hey turn the frown upside down man. You'll get another shot. Besides, it ain't over 'til it's over."

Denji sighed but couldn't help cracking a grin at Lex's unshakable confidence. "Yeah, maybe."

The site felt emptier now that Makima was gone, but the tension of the moment still clung to the air. There was something more brewing in all of this, Denji could feel it, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Something about Makima's lingering gaze felt... important.

"So, what's next?" Denji asked, as he sighs, the feeling and the weight of exhaustion settling as he feels disappointed he should have been more confident and funny .

Lex, ever the restless spirit, stretched his arms with a cocky smirk, his casual confidence radiating from every gesture. "Well, I don't know about you," he said, his tone light and teasing, "but I'm game for another round if anything decides to rear its ugly head. How about you?"

He paused for a moment, a flicker of curiosity flashing in his eyes as a thought struck him. Lowering his arms, he tilted his head with a quizzical look. "Oh, wait a minute," he said, his voice suddenly laced with intrigue. "Hold on a sec. So, you're a devil hunter, right? But who do you work for, exactly?" His smirk faded slightly, replaced by genuine interest. "I mean, you didn't seem to recognize Makima—the leader of Public Safety. So, I’m guessing you’re with a different group altogether?" His gaze locked onto them, sharp yet playful, as if piecing together a puzzle.

Denji scratched the back of his head, his gaze drifting to the ground as he fidgeted awkwardly. "Well, it's not like I work for anyone official or anything... not yet, anyway," he replied, kicking at the dirt beneath his feet. There was a hint of embarrassment in his voice, as if admitting his situation made it all the more real. "I was just hunting devils for scraps, you know? Trying to pay off this massive debt I had with the yakuza—used to have, I guess. My old boss is... dead now."

He sighed, a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety washing over him. "Guess that means I don't owe anything to him, huh?" He paused, the weight of uncertainty settling in as he chuckles a bit out of discomfort. "But it's a bit daunting, starting fresh with no one backing me up." The thought gnawed at him

He paused for a moment, thinking about the chain of events that had brought him here. His whole life up until now had been one long string of survival. "So yeah, I've been more of a freelance devil hunter—if you can call it that." Denji let out a small, almost sheepish laugh.

"That's wild," Lex said, his brows shooting up in genuine surprise. "No wonder you didn’t know anything about Makima or the Public Safety bussiness." He crossed his arms, giving Denji an appraising look. "But hey, taking down a devil all on your own? That’s no small feat. Maybe now that the yakuza’s out of the picture, you’ve got a shot at starting over."

Denji shrugged, his tone casual despite the weight of the conversation. "Yeah, maybe. I dunno. Just kinda figuring stuff out as I go." Yet behind his seemingly indifferent words, there was a flicker of something more—a mix of relief and unease, the kind that comes with knowing your life is changing faster than you can wrap your head around it.

Lex’s smirk widened, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You know," he said, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret, "working for a criminal organization doesn’t exactly scream legal, if you ask me. But hey, I’ll let that slide since you seem like a chill guy." He straightened up, his tone shifting to something more playful yet earnest. "So now that you’re free, how about joining the H.G.O? I could use a buddy like you on the job. Trust me, I’ll show you all the cool stuff—it’s way better than the yakuza gig."

Lex clears his throat, straightening up as he adopts a matter-of-fact tone, raising a finger to emphasize his first point. "Number one: the pay’s top-notch. Way better than anything you’d get hustling for the yakuza."

He raises a second finger, his voice picking up excitement. "Number two: full insurance. You're covered no matter what happens on the job, and trust me, we deal with plenty of... interesting situations."

He pauses, tapping his chin as if searching for the next big selling point. "And number three... uh, a ton of perks I can’t quite remember right now." His grin widens as he leans in closer, dropping his voice conspiratorially. "But here’s the best part: you get to travel. All the combat members, disinfectors, and yes, even guys like me—we get to jet-set to different countries, no cost to you." His smirk deepens, knowing exactly how to reel Denji in. "You want to experience different cultures, try new food, or... meet some interesting women?" He lets the last word hang in the air, the mischievous glint in his eyes suggesting he knows exactly how tempting that offer might sound.

His words Hit Denji like a cannonball his eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and curiosity flashing across his face. The idea of working for the H.G.O sounded appealing—like a dream compared to his current situation. "Good pay, huh? Insurance? I dont even know what the hell is that but its a bonus this sounds too good to be true." He chuckled nervously, glancing back at the warehouse filled with the aftermath of the battle. "But I mean, if it means I get to eat better food and maybe, you know, meet some cute girls... I'm definitely interested."

He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But what's the catch? I'm guessing being a devil hunter for a big organization comes with some risks, right? Like not to sound like the organization you work for is shady I just wanna know " There was a hint of hesitation and a nervousness in his tone, the lingering effects of his past experiences making him cautious about jumping into something new.

Denji couldn't help but imagine the adventures Lex had described—traveling to different countries, enjoying food he had only dreamt about, and maybe even finding a little romance along the way. But the shadow of his past always loomed over him, reminding him that nothing ever came without a price.

Lex chuckled, sensing Denji's mixture of excitement and apprehension. "Well, yeah, there's always a risk like dying and getting injured and stuff but you already crossed it and trust me, you'd be on the winning side unlike a few days ago besides, if you can take down devils like you did today, you'd fit right in. Just think about it—being part of something bigger, instead of just scraping by."

Denji took a deep breath, contemplating the offer. He was tired of living in the shadows, tired of being broke and alone. Maybe it was time to take a chance. "Alright, I'll think about it. I mean, it beats hanging around with the yakuza." He flashed a tentative smile, the idea of a new beginning stirring something hopeful within him.

Lex stepped closer, his smile widening as he leaned in conspiratorially. "Not only that, but if you're strong, you might just get a little extra eyes on you." His eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly enjoying the idea of what could come next.

Denji raised an eyebrow, a grin creeping across his face. "Eyes on me, huh? I like the sound of that." The idea of being noticed—of finally being seen as more than just a broke kid with a debt—sent a thrill through him.

"So what you're saying is, I could become something more than just some nobody? Maybe a hero or something?" Denji's excitement was palpable, the thought of stepping into the spotlight filling him with a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in a long time.

Lex nodded, a playful smirk on his lips. "Exactly! You've got the talent, and if you play your cards right, you might just be the next big name in devil hunting. Plus, think of all the crazy stories you'll have to tell—like taking down devils and charming the ladies along the way."

Denji's heart raced at the prospect. "Yeah, maybe I could actually make a name for myself. And I'd get to travel and eat good food, too!" He laughed, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling up. "I mean, what's not to love about that?"

Lex clapped him on the shoulder, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "There you go! Just keep that spirit up. With your skills and a little bit of charm, you might just become a legend in the H.G.O."

For the first time in a long while, Denji felt a flicker of hope igniting within him—a chance to break free from his past and step into a future full of possibilities. "Alright, Lex. I'm in. Let's do this!"

Lex grinned, his enthusiasm palpable. "Great to hear, buddy! Now, since there's no official H.G.O. building here in Japan yet, I'll reach out to some higher-ups to get you on board." His eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of Denji joining their ranks, already imagining the adventures ahead.

Denji nodded, feeling the weight of anticipation and excitement wash over him. "So, what's the plan? Are we just going to hang out until they set something up?" He glanced around, noticing the ongoing cleanup and the bustling activity of the H.G.O members. "Seems like there's a lot going on."

Lex grinned, his confidence radiating. "Yeah, for now, we're operating out of temporary setups. But don't worry, things will start rolling soon. We'll be setting up bases, gathering intel, and of course, hunting devils. It'll be a mix of training, missions, and getting to know the crew."

Denji's curiosity piqued. "Training, huh? Sounds intense. But I could use some of that—I mean, I want to be strong enough to take down any devil that comes my way." He flexed his arms playfully, trying to look tough, but his excitement was evident.

Lex chuckled, clearly enjoying Denji's enthusiasm. "That's the spirit! Plus, once you start training with the H.G.O, you'll learn a lot of new tricks. We'll make sure you're ready for anything."

Denji grinned back, the thrill of the unknown ahead invigorating him. "Alright, let's do it! I'm ready to take on whatever comes our way."

As they shared a moment of camaraderie, the atmosphere around them buzzed with energy—the promise of new adventures and the thrill of the hunt filling the air.

Lex chuckled softly, rubbing his stomach playfully. "So for now, let's grab a bite, buddy! I'm starving, and I've heard Japan has some really cute and delicious food—especially desserts." His eyes gleamed with excitement at the thought of indulging in local treats, clearly eager to share the experience with Denji.

Denji's stomach growled at the mention of food, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, I could definitely go for some food! I've heard a lot about Japanese cuisine, but I haven't tried much yet. I'm down for anything!" He rubbed his hands together, excitement bubbling inside him at the thought of indulging in something tasty.

Lex nodded enthusiastically. "That's the spirit! Let's check out a nearby place. I bet we can find some awesome street food—or maybe a nice little restaurant. And don't even get me started on the desserts. I hear they have these amazing mochi and matcha sweets that are to die for!"

As they walked towards the exit of the warehouse area, Lex kept chatting about different food options, painting a vivid picture of all the delicacies they might encounter. "And if you're lucky, you might even spot some cute girls serving the food!" He winked, clearly enjoying the lighthearted banter.

Denji laughed, his spirits high. "You're not wrong! If I'm getting good food and a chance to meet some cute girls, count me in!" His mind raced with thoughts of all the possibilities—a day filled with good food, laughs, and maybe a little adventure.

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Hey its me GG I hope you enjoy the first part! 🎉😁 Sorry if this episode feels kinda long 🕒📖—I promise there won't be any more boring, extra-long episodes like this! 😅🙅‍♂️ I just wanted it to feel super immersive and full of detailed quality, so you can really imagine everything. 🌟✨

Honestly, I'm not sure if this is the kind of thing you're looking for 🤷‍♂️📚, especially if you're not used to reading something so meaty! 🍖😂 Like, you could probably finish multiple stories in one hour compared to this chunk! 🏃‍♂️📖💨

Oh, and by the way—there are multiple episodes with hidden meanings 🧐🔍 that'll make more sense in future episodes. So when someone rereads this whole story after it's finished, they might find some cool surprises! 🎁📜

You can also Skip the parts and head straight to episode 2 Anyway, I really hope you enjoy it, and I hope you're having an amazing day! ☀️🙌 Take care and thanks for reading! 💖✨