Chainsaw Man Obliterates Bomb Girl

"Ah, it's raining."

Carrying a takeout bento, Denji glanced at the overcast sky. After a moment's hesitation, he ducked under the awning of a nearby cafe. Seconds later, the drizzle turned into a downpour.

Getting soaked wasn't a big deal, but his bento would be ruined. With Aki busy training, Denji and Power had been relying on takeout to save him the trouble of cooking.

Aki occasionally worked late, but in those instances, takeout wasn't necessary. Shoko would cook for them, and her food was far superior to these cheap pre-made bentos.

But she was gone now.

So unfair. She'd even kissed him the night before.

Denji pulled a small flower from his pocket. He'd donated his spare change to a fundraiser for an injured child outside the supermarket and received the flower in return.

A plain, ordinary flower, not even a rose, looking like something plucked from a roadside flowerbed, definitely not worth what he'd donated. It served no purpose, other than perhaps letting him experience the taste of a flower.

Yet, he'd kept it, as if he still intended to give it to someone.

"...A flower? For whom?"

"For me, perhaps?"

Denji looked sideways. A girl with short, braided hair stood beside him, smiling.

"If you don't know who to give it to, how about me?" she repeated, still smiling. "I quite like flowers."

She was cute, and taller than Shoko, though not as… well-endowed.

Any gentleman would gladly offer such a trivial flower to a smiling girl.

"Who are you?"

Unfortunately, Denji wasn't a gentleman. He was a delinquent who enjoyed kicking gentlemen in the groin. "Didn't your mom teach you not to ask strangers for things? Even I know that!"

"...Huh?"

The girl was taken aback. This clearly wasn't going as planned.

This guy has zero manners.

But then she laughed, seeming even more amused. "You're quite interesting!"

"Huh? Whatever. Think what you want."

Denji scratched his head, annoyed. "Today's bento is a rare and delicious eel bento. I fought hard for it."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"I mean, it'll be a waste when we start fighting..."

"Indeed, that would be a waste..."

Both stared at the rain-lashed street, avoiding eye contact. The only sound was the drumming of rain.

Then—BOOM!!!

The roar of a chainsaw and the blast of a bomb erupted simultaneously, transforming the tranquil street into a chaotic battlefield.

"Impressive. How did you know it was me?"

"The stench of assassin practically oozed off you!"

The seemingly innocent girl was gone, replaced by the Bomb Devil, its head resembling a missile, standing before Chainsaw Man.

"Calling a girl stinky is rather rude." The Bomb Devil's voice sounded amused. "But no matter. My mission is simply to retrieve your heart."

Denji's voice, however, sounded far more villainous. "Then come and get it! Before I saw that bomb head of yours open!"

The Bomb Devil was no ordinary foe. Fear of bombs was a powerful concept, making the corresponding devil incredibly strong. And Reze, the girl who was the Bomb Devil, was a highly trained Soviet agent, a force to be reckoned with.

On Denji's side, Pochita's power was undeniable. And Denji himself, after weeks of brutal training under Kishibe, was far stronger and more skilled than before.

A clash of titans, a terrifying spectacle!

"To witness a battle between Lord Denji and Lady Reze… If I don't run, I'm dead meat..."

Hidden in a nearby puddle, the Shark Fiend, sent by Makima to observe and protect Denji, watched the battle unfold, his heart pounding.

He wanted to help, but…

The solid asphalt was being blown apart. Cars and buildings were cleaved in two. Using their chains and the force of the explosions, the two combatants soared into the air, raining debris on unfortunate residents in high-rise buildings.

Though they weren't actively targeting civilians, they weren't exactly holding back either.

The Shark Fiend knew that joining the fray would result in him becoming sashimi or barbeque.

"I notified Lady Makima, but she just said to observe..." Though confused by Makima's orders, he could only obey, waiting for the outcome.

While the battle seemed evenly matched, Denji was clearly on the defensive.

It made sense. Reze had over a decade of military training, while Denji had barely two months. The difference in experience was vast. So, Denji was destined to lose—was he?

"Sorry, Denji-kun, but I'll be taking your heart."

Having disabled Denji's hands with another explosion, Reze seized the opportunity. Her arm pierced his chest, ripping out his heart—

"Huh?"

Reze's eyes widened. It wasn't Pochita. It was a mass of black chains, shaped like a—bomb!

"You like bombs? Let's see who's better at blowing things up!!!"

Without hesitation, the chain-bomb detonated, wrapping Reze in a deadly net of whirling blades.

She didn't even have time to scream. Reze, moments from victory, was reduced to scattered pieces.

"...Looks like my bomb was stronger." After confirming Reze was incapacitated, no longer able to transform, Denji finally relaxed, collapsing to the ground, reverting to his human form.

That was close. If he hadn't set a trap inside himself, he'd be the one in pieces.

Denji looked around at the devastation. The once peaceful street was a fiery ruin.

"Gotta buy another bento…"