Punch First, Ask Later? Yeah, I can do that

"Hmm…"

It took some time before Kishibe realized that he had been scratching his cheeks for the pass few minutes. But seriously, can anyone actually blame him for feeling this way—especially with what he is seeing right now?

Reclining back on his seat in the security cam-room, he said. "Oi-Oi... Are you sure that this isn't a video prank you pulled out from some movie? Because, even though Public Devil Hunters may not be that respected, we are still government officials and that kind of gives me the kind of authority to tear your ass a new one."

Kishibe upon growing up had come to love his voice.

Of course, it wasn't some hot superstar kind of voice—then again, his line of work didn't require a voice that could attract women (if he really wanted to do the thing he could always pay for it).

No, the main reason Kishibe loves his voice is because it straightforwardly conveys his intentions. It makes him seem like the kind of guy you don't want to fuck around with unless you want to get your head bashed in.

If he's sleazy, you would know. Happy? You would know. Pissed off? You would know. Flirty? You would know. Nasty? You would fucking know.

At the moment, Kishibe was feeling a kind of nasty so he decided to lay it thick for the amusement park security officials. It seemed to be working as Kishibe noticed how the man nearest to him had the look of someone who wanted to go suck his mom's boobs.

'Well, it's not like I can hurt them.' Kishibe thought to himself, 'Kinda' part of that thing called Human Rights... But it's not like they know of course.'

The only ones who were his natural enemies and could safely look him in the eyes were the Lawyers—the only lot he hopes the Devils could exterminate.

And so, the rumored strongest Devil Hunter in Japan could only do with mentally and emotionally bullying manchilds so that they can fess up.

"But I swear it's the truth, sir." The woman who Kishibe was talking too replied back, hastily. "I... I saw it... I saw it all. I didn't come out from this room because I was afraid, so I locked myself in and watched e-e-ev-everything that happened."

The look in the woman's eyes was one that Kishibe recognized in an instant; hollowness, despair, shame, survivor's guilt. It's been the rage ever since 2 years ago—the day the Gun Devil decided to pay humanity a visit, bringing with it gifts of death and mayhem.

Even till now, Kishibe could still feel the tangible effects the Devil had left in its wake.

'So she isn't lying, huh.' Kishibe conclusively thought. 'But then again, that would mean... What I'm seeing on the screen isn't some cooked up delusion... Fuck.'

Popping out a cigarette, lighting it, and inhaling its bitter leaves (fucking cheap leaves), Kishibe regarded the TV cam screen, stomped by what he is seeing.

"What the fuck is that?"

Throughout his years as a Devil Hunter (heh, see him feeling old), Kishibe could proudly say that he has seen many, many things.

And by many things, Kishibe meant FUCKED UP things—things that meant to deal with Devils.

Devils that barbecued humans? Check.

Devils that eat humans slowly while they're still alive? Check.

Devils that kidnap humans solely for their entertainment like dancing pigs? Check.

Devils that would kill parents in front of their children and vice versa solely because it gives them the kind of kick they enjoy? Check.

It had built up Kishibe's opinion on their race that could never be changed.

'Devils are a fucked-up race. There's no such thing as normal Devil...'

The ones the bureau keeps locked up in their underground storage room were no better. Only entering a Contract with a human solely for their own sick benefit or because they just want to ruin their lives.

There was no Contract ever made with a human solely for altruistic benefit—even his own.

And that is why Kishibe denies what he is seeing on the screen.

"You guys should first deal with whatever it is you want to deal with, and when you've all calmed down and settled everything, look for me. I won't be hiding much I assure you that."

The first class Devil Hunter had arrived at the park for his favorite pastime—which meant Devil slaughtering. With knife brought out to make a mincemeat out of some unlucky, Kishibe had come with an expectation for a fight.

Unfortunately, he didn't get one. Because, the culprit Devil had already been taken care of... By a Devil.

Now, candidly speaking wasn't that much of a surprise. Kishibe had seen Devil fighting amongst themselves, mostly for a juicy human or rather just for the kicks of it—that is how the Bureau had been able to capture of the Devils in the first place.

But never, 'EVER' had Kishibe seen a Devil kill a Devil to rescue a human.

'If that's even rescuing at all.' Kishibe pessimistically thought...

Although the thought didn't last for long as he once again observed the demeanor of the Devil. Oh, Kishibe could tell that Devil's threat of killing the policemen was true based on the cold-callous look in its eyes. But at the same time, the Devil had no issues in letting the slight done against it go.

Standing up, Kishibe quietly left the room as a question plague his mind.

'What kind of Devil is it?'

Brrr... Brr... Brrr...

Flipping his phone, Kishibe answered the call. "Hmm... What do you have for me?"

"... ... ..."

The answer given was brief but concise, Kishibe eyes widened a bit before narrowing.

"You sure it's right there?... Alright, send me the location... Oh, and before I forget, don't bring the others into this. I alone am enough, got it? Good."

Pocketing his phone, Kishibe spitted out his cigarette as his lips lightly quirked.

"Well then, time to go see our strange new guest, eh."

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You see, maybe my opinion isn't much considering the fact that the total number of Devil's I had fought (read slaughtered) were quite few... Or maybe much in number due to my [Cero].

But from all this scuffle of mine, there was one particular aspect I had picked up from the Devils—particularly their style of fighting.

They seriously lack any form of ingenuity, like at all.

Take the Mosquito Devil, its method of combat was merely flaying its tentacles-appendages—or whatever that was, around like some madman. Normally, with biological specs like that—entrapping, entangling as well as strangling should have been a normal course of action.

But not once, did I notice the Mosquito Devil's attacks patterns go on in that manner.

Same as in Canon with the Eternity Devil or even the fucking Bat Devil... And same with the Devil that was currently trying to grab me to probably stuff in his maw.

"Hyaaah!... Come here, let me put you in my mouth... Graaayyhh!"

Standing over 5 meters in height, possessing a dark green coarse scaly skin with a ferocious lizard like head, the Gator Devil roared as it pounced at where I stood—only to once again fall to ground as I had already moved away.

And no, I didn't use any high-speed technique to move away. My base speed was to underwhelmingnly put; more than enough to turn the Gator Devil into nothing more than a gigantic joker.

Putting more effort into my next dodge, I flipped over the Gator Devil and kicked it with a force that sent it flying out of the mall it manifested in with the speed of a bullet, sending it up into the skies.

I stole a look around, a bit proud that unlike in the park I was early this time... No one had died, and more importantly, no surprise Canon characters.

After all, I still can't believe that on my first day in the Human World, I had ran into Akane-chan, the future Himeno-chan killer.

Safely positioning the girl who seemed to make herself comfy on my shoulders, I thought with a trail of sweat dribbling down my face.

'I've really done it this time—messed with, or rather, I can safely say that from now on. Canon events are not to be trusted. I've completely scrambled it up.'

... ... Eh, but then again, that was my plan from the start.

Chainsaw Man might have been amongst my favorite shows (not!). But the way the characters that I am interested in the anime die and how callous their death was isn't funny.

'The anime is fucking up there with that Attack on Titan or Dangaronpa.'

So it is with that thought in mind, I had decided to make sure that some certain events in the show will not happen.

Honestly speaking, if I had not been transmigrated with this power—the power of a Vasto Lorde, there was no way in hell would I involve myself in any of the Canon matters.

I wouldn't have any defense against Makima's control and the Gun Devil's second rampage would have turn me into a Swiss cheese faster than I can even say 'Fuck this'.

But luckily for me, and some very lucky people, I -the transmigrated one- am the one with the power of nuclear bombs at my fingertips.

… …Ok, I admit that sounded kinda corny to say.

Shaking my head to pull myself out of my revelry, I shot out of the mall, following the Gator Devil I had lobbed away.

"Ready some more dicing, Claymore Devil?"

The abomination—a living Devil who had been forcefully molded into a bladed weapon replied. "You really have to ask a Bladed Devil, that?"

"Well pardon me, then."

Huffing amusedly at the rhetoric, I shook my head and slashed the air with my armament. A powerful wind arc tore the air at supersonic speeds, trailing towards the descending Gator Devil who opened his maw in what could be a desperate bid to devour me.

Now remember that impromptu class about a Devil's lack of ingenuity? Well, I've got something new to add to that.

Ingenuity is good—it can help out in many ways, and particularly with a Devil, ingenuity can help increase their combat prowess.

Look no further than the main Canon character for reference.

But remember even that has a limit.

A man with a shovel, however ferocious he may be is nothing before a bulldozer. A man with a gun cannot fight against a man with a tank. A zebra would only be fucking its deathbed by kicking a lion's face.

However ingenious one may be, in the face of absolute power the only logical thing for one to do is just give up... Reality isn't made to be dictated by some chosen one.

Shing!

"AaaAAaaaAAAAaarrrRRRrrrRRrhhhHHH!"

The descending maw abruptly snapped shut as the impromptu wind blade cleanly tore off its arm.

"Fuck this! Fuck you—wait, wait, I'm just joking—wai…"

"Nope. Not waiting." I chirpily replied.

After all, it is bad manners to curse in front of a kid.

Another thrown pressured air ripped off its other limb eliciting another righteous cry of pain from the Devil. Sending myself higher, I stretched a leg and descended on the Devil with a chop-kick, sending it crashing down to earth forming a large crater.

I winced a bit at the large crater -particularly at the cars that flipped away and the nearby buildings whose window panes had just exploded- and internally shrugged in a carefree manner.

Compared to get eaten by a Devil, having some houses and cars get thrashed isn't that bad of deal. If anyone complains, I'll just drag him/her in front of some Devil and tell them to get rid of it while not compromising their surroundings.

Maybe, I would then rescue them after they have gotten that haunted look in their eyes on trying to do so and failing... Maybe.

Landing on top of the Gator Devil, I raised my claymore ready to send it back to Hell when it groaned out.

"What the hell are you?" The Gator Devil roared out in a struggle, "What kind of Devil protect humans in the first place?"

"Protect? Hmm... You seem to be getting the wrong message, Gator-kun." I said, tilting my head. "I didn't kill you solely because I want to protect the humans, I'm merely cleaning up my mess, that's all... Helping the humans by killing you is merely the net profit in all this."

Honestly speaking, it wasn't like I was against helping humans. But if it's with the expectation that I become some sort of Hero of Justice, then I'm out faster than you can say 'Flash'.

I'm merely helping because it lines up with my interest, and that I am capable of easily doing so. Nothing more nothing less.

"Heh... Are you really a Devil?" The Gator Devil questioned.

"Maybe..." I shrugged. "But that's not for you to decide now, eh. All I need is for the humans to see me as the good guy and I'm set."

My claymore dropped down and with a whine, Gator-kun split in twain.

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I paused at the sound of growling before turning to the blushing perpetrator who was trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

"You hungry."

Akane-chan shook her head, but then her stomach called her out on her lie prompting her to bashfully nod her head.

Chuckling, I said no more as I turned back to the mall from where I had got into the scuffle with the Gator Devil.

"I remembered seeing an eatery back at the mall, so how about we go grab a bite? I'm sure that taking care of the Devil-kun here must have racked us up enough favor for freebies."

With that, we went back into the mall that was mostly abandoned due to those who had taken advantage of the chaos to abscond. The few others that remained hid in shops, hoping for some form of protection.

Upon entering the eatery, I could already sense that there some humans hiding here.

"Hello, anyone home." I said aloud.

Of course, I had the feeling that nobody would answer me -no matter how one puts it I still do look like a Devil. But I felt like I had to do it to fulfill all righteousness, if you get what I mean.

"So, um, I'm the one who had just taken care of the Devil that appeared just now and I want to carry these snacks behind the display. So if you're the shop owner or something, do you want to come out so that we can hash things out or something?"

I waited for some seconds for the hidden humans to appear, but I got nothing. Seems like their fear was more overpowering than their curiosity, but I won't blame them because that was the safe thing to do...

... But then, they shouldn't blame me because I've done the right thing for any customer to do; I've declared my intent to take their arrayed snacks and they didn't stop me, which in my book means that they've granted me permission.

Setting Akane-chan down, I gestured.

"Take whatever you want, and let's go sit down and eat."

Nodding, perhaps animatedly(?), Akane-chan moved ahead behind the table front and began to help herself with a serving.

Watching her, I scratched my bony jaw in contemplation.

It had only taken one look for me to understand that normal human food wouldn't be enough to provide me sustenance. And that wasn't a surprise really, I had known all along; that the only nutrients for Hollows such as myself were Souls.

Normal human food could at best be described as a sweetener, no amount could ever make me feel full.

But then, the question now becomes this; do I have the capacity to really do what is needed to acquire a Soul for consumption. Because, to have a Soul I have to kill and what I have to kill would be preferably human, animals just won't cut it...

Or maybe they do, it's just that there isn't much known precedent for me to get a concrete idea on... There is also the Devils as well.

"Hmm..."

Pausing, Akane-chan looked at me inquisitively. "What?"

"Nothing Akane-chan~" I smiled.

Picking up some of the large meat burgers and coke, I ambled towards the seat with the thought of shifting the conundrum of how to deal my hunger to my future self.

I still got time, after all.

It was after we had ate, I huffed and said, "Well, I've got to thank you for letting me finish my meal, peacefully. Not letting me do so would have been an act of war in which I would be duty bound to put you in a stretcher."

This time, I wasn't talking to the humans hidden at the back. My words had been directed towards the new presence that had arrived at the mall in course of our eating.

I had let out a pulse of Reiryoku to see if he could feel my presence and what do you know? Like some sort of hound, the stranger immediately shifted course for here.

Thankfully, this stranger had the courtesy to wait and not disturb out eating. This was mostly for Akane-chan's sake, I didn't want to stress her much… Well, I did take her for my Devil hunting, but I feel like watching some Devils get slaughtered would lighten her up somehow.

God, I've really changed.

"No problem, I, myself have some sort of line I don't appreciate people crossing. Like calling me when I'm in the middle of a good fuck." The voice that replied, had a bass lethargic drawl to it—the kind that I'm quite sure that ladies would love.

With a jingle, the door slided open and a tall muscled dark hair man walked right in. The way the man carried himself as well as the dull look in his eyes that screamed 'Predator' told me enough to know that the man was a cut above the rest.

Akane-chan looked worried, but I raised a hand, successfully calming her down, and said. "So what's with the knife, as you can see, I'm not killing any humans."

Although, knife huh... Ok, now that seems familiar.

"This..." The man gestured at his knife. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's kind of like my protection against the unknown."

Sighing, I looked at Akane-chan and said, "Wait here, I just want to deal with Mr. Tough Guy over there, I'll be back soon."

Akane-chan nodded, stimulating me to smile and ruffle her head. I stood up and walked towards the man who looked up to me and said. "Damn, the videos really didn't do you any justice. You're fucking tall as hell."

"Well, like they say. The original is much better than some video. So, what do you want with me?"

The man raised a brow, looking at me with a 'are you fucking with me' look, before turning to look at Akane-chan behind me. Producing a cigarette, the man drew in the nicotine and let out a satisfied cloud of smoke.

I hummed, 'Yeah~ this behavior looks so fucking familiar, I feel like I've seen someone do this in the manga.'

"I want many things with you, Devil. Many, many things. But let's just settle this the normal way."

Dangerously twirling the knife, while the other hand inside his jacket came out with a claw, the man looked at me and said, "My superiors said that they are interested in meeting you and by their words, I am to by any means necessary bring you to with me to meet them."

"And my opinion doesn't matter now, does it?" Tilting my head, I asked in a manner that required no answer.

"Unfortunately, no."

That's too bad then...

Cracking my neck, I smiled. "You seem kinda ok, so I guarantee I won't kill you. But if you're gonna be all punchy first before asking questions later... Yeah, I can do that too. Just grit your teeth so that you don't lose much of them."

The man chuckled; eyes gleaming dangerously as he replied. "I can say the same to you also, Devil."