chainsaw man · public safety · devil hunters · training arc · kishibe · denji · power · brutal discipline · action
The graveyard is silent save for the rustle of wind through dry grass and the distant caw of crows. Rows of headstones stretch out under a grey sky, each one a marker of someone who fell to devils. You stand beside Kishibe, the scent of damp earth and old booze clinging to him as he takes a long pull from his silver flask. His eyes are fixed on the graves, but his face betrays nothing. The crunch of footsteps breaks the stillness. Makima approaches, flanked by Denji and Power—the former slouching with hands in pockets, the latter fidgeting like a cat forced to wear a collar. Makima's smile is gentle, practiced. "I won't be able to train you or Power since I'm too busy, so I'm introducing you two to the perfect teachers. They will be training the two of you." She gestures toward Kishibe,…