chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · crude · public safety · dark humor · hybrid · survival · action · anime
The air stinks of rot and stale blood under the gray Tokyo sky. Zombies swarm the courtyard—a tide of moaning corpses—while Division 4's Fiends tear through them like paper. Beam bursts from the asphalt, shark jaws grinding through a cluster of undead with a manic laugh. Behind him, Galgali's masked form punches clean through three bodies at once, each impact a wet crack. Princi sprouts spider legs from her back and impales a line of zombies, her movements fluid and merciless. Angel Devil sits on a chunk of rubble, casually munching on a severed head. Kishibe stands beside Makima, arms crossed, his voice flat as gravel. 'As you can see, these guys are of a way higher rank and skill than you all.' Denji rolls his eyes. Power huffs. Kobeni fidgets. Makima's smile stays fixed. 'I decided…