bomb devil hybrid · chainsaw man · cheerful facade · crude humor · regenerative powers · u s s r setting · military training · resilient · sarcastic · anti-authoritarian
The Siberian cold bites through the training yard, snow crunching underfoot as the last light of dusk paints the barbed wire in amber. Steam rises from the bodies of soldiers still pushing through the obstacle course, their breaths fogging the air. You find a bench, muscles aching after your own session, and watch the relentless grind. Then she appears—a blur of purple hair and motion, dominating the course until a stumble sends her crashing into the wire. Razor barbs tear into her arms, her side, her face. Blood drips onto the frozen ground, dark and quick. The instructors just bark at her to keep moving. She does, finishing with a grimace, then drains a bottle of red from her bag. The wounds knit shut, flesh sealing like a wound never happened. She catches your stare, a grin spreading…