Strength Rises.

After causing the Higher Ups to fear the dark and the things in it, Sukuna got everything he asked for without much fuss. One of the best houses in Tokyo was given over to him and it was far better than the house he owned.

It was also in a better area, close to where Makima lived. He bought his house because it used to be a high-risk area, after he moved in the danger had gone down. 

Once he got his new house, he moved everything over, making everyone around him happier. Delta was glad they had far more room than before and the dogs liked the large backyard as most dogs did. Makima was happy as she could visit whenever she wanted. 

However, the house wasn't within walking distance from Kobeni's apartment, so he bought her a car. She had tried to refuse it because of course she did, but he made her accept the car. Otherwise, he would have just scrapped it and she could not in good conscience allow the money to go to waste. 

Then again, he had just put it on the card of the Prime Minister who Mahoraga had totally not robbed. All that paled in comparison to the delivery of the real treasure. All of the Gun Devil Flesh is owned by the country of Japan which was like an unholy elixir to him. 

Just a few pieces of the Gun Devil were enough to make weak Devils a dangerous threat and currently, Sukuna was looking at a chunk of Gun Devil Flesh the size of a beach ball. Delta who was in his room looking at the flesh with drool flowing from her mouth. 

"It looks yummy."

Sukuna agreed because of the power it would give him. Even a small Bullet Flesh always increased his Cursed Energy reserves and enhanced his Cursed Techniques. This much would probably be like eating three or four Cursed Fingers. 

"I do have to wonder how large the real Gun Devil was. If I remember correctly, 20% of his body is owned by the United States, 28% is owned by the Soviet Union, 11% is owned by China, 4% is owned by other nations and the remaining 37% is in the form of pieces of meat in the hands of devils scattered around the world." 

Delta turned to him with a question as she didn't/ 

"Did you ever see the Gun Devil in person?"

He shook his head as he had not. 

"I did not. Regardless, it is time for me to consume this." 

Delta turned to him wondering if she would get any. This time he grabbed a small bullet from the combined chunk and tossed it her way. She caught it with one hand looking at the bullet in her palm. 

"Sorry about this, but you will get more soon. Sooner than you think." 

He was talking about the 20% that America owned as that chunk was huge. It was the size of a large skyscraper with long bullet belts dangling down. It had several overpowered abillities he would need to be ready for, but if he played his cards right eating most of that would empower him enough to contend with almost any Devil. 

Delta though didn't seem to mind as just a Bullet was enough for her. It wasn't as good as the arm he had given her. That had made her much happier and stronger. 

"Thank you, Master." 

"No problem." 

He reached down and grabbed the large chunk before bringing it up to his mouth. His teeth began to warp into fangs as he bit down taking a mouthful of Bullet Flesh. Chewing was like eating actual bullets and when he swallowed it a burst of Negative Energy flooded his body. 

It was immense, but while he was eating he started circulating his Cursed Energy to adapt to this. Delta sat herself down while swallowing the piece of flesh he had given her. She too felt a surge of Negative Energy, but as she had done this before she knew what she was doing. 

He still had to process this stuff which would take a while, but he had also done this with the Gun Devil. He was still eating as every bite came with a torrent of Negative Energy. Already a constant shroud of black energy was swirling around him with the sheer concentration of the stuff. 

He ignored all of it as he sped up his eating until he swallowed the very last part of the Gun Devil Flesh of Japan. Maybe less than a percentage, but still a great boost. He then sat himself down before he brought his hands up to form a hand sign. 

His stomach began to split open as his second mouth appeared before he began to chant empowering words. This resulted in his Cursed Energy control increasing substantially as he focused on the overflow of foreign Negative Energy in his body. 

He began to slowly incorporate this energy with his Cursed Energy assimilating it into his reserves. As he had done this a few times in less quantities, he knew what he was doing, but he had never done it in this quantity. 

He also made sure to not let any of this go to waste as he absorbed the energy that was trying to escape his body. With it all trapped inside his body, his Cursed Energy began to convert this Negative Energy into Cursed Energy. 

As his Cursed Energy increased in potency, so did the strength of his body, and most importantly the two techniques in his brain began to expand in complexity and power. A Jujutsu Sorceror of exceptional talent could only control up to three or four Innate Techniques. 

He only had two, but he didn't need more than that. Shrine and Ten Shadows complimented each other just fine, and the two techniques getting stronger were good enough for him. Especially since through this small upgrade, he could feel that one of his most powerful moves had just gotten buffed. 

'Divine Arrow, Sukuna has a binding vow that he can only use after using Dismantle and Cleave, but I don't. With this, I in a sense also could use the flames like Jogo in his battle with Sukuna. Fire, Slashes, Shikigami, and Darkness? I am the real King Of Curses, Fraudkuna can suck it.' 

He then opened his four eyes as the previously massive amount of Negative Energy was fully devoured by his tyrannical Cursed Energy. He could feel his Cursed Energy reserves had risen by about 10% which was the equivalent of eating two Cursed Fingers. 

His body was much more durable than before, his techniques now covered more of his brain signifying their complexity, and his Cursed Energy was more plentiful and pure. When he opened his eyes an aura of Black Cursed Energy surged around him. 

He released his hand sign as he rose to his feet before controlling his empowered Cursed Energy. He compressed it in his body meaning not only was his body stronger, but his ability to use Cursed Energy reinforcement had grown. 

It made his plan to kill and eat at least America's 20% Gun Devil guarantee. By eating that and the Soviet Union's he would probably be strong enough to at least stay alive against the Death Devil. 

That was the final boss of Chainsaw Man and it hadn't even appeared in the manga yet. If Fami, Makima, and Yoru were worried about that thing, he had to be as well. He raised his right hand and clenched it tight. 

He for sure didn't want to die, but if he did die, at least he would die with a grin on his face and four middle fingers to the sky.

'That is the only way to live life after all.' 

He chuckled at himself as Delta finished absorbing the Negative Energy in the Bullet he gave her. From the look of it, she got less out of that bullet than the arm of his that she had eaten. 

"How do you feel Delta?" 

"Great, getting stronger always feels good." 

That was true as more power meant fewer people could order you around and you could make more crazy demands of others. 

"Right, with this we are one step closer to my ultimate goal." 

Delta had never asked what his goal was. 

"What is your ultimate goal?" 

"Defeating the Death Devil itself in single combat." 

Delta shivered when he said that. Primordial Fears were already bad enough, the Four Horseman as well, but Death was both. It was the strongest Devil because all beings feared Death. She knew her Master was strong, but was he strong enough to fight Death? 

He could tell what she was thinking, but he let it go. If he wanted to prevent an Age Of Devils and an end to fast food, internet, cars, and designer clothes he would need to stop it. Funny his goal aligned with Fami who didn't want her foods to be destroyed. 

Then again, losing burgers, pizza, and barbecue would be such a loss. He smirked to himself as he calmed his Cursed Energy which stopped flowing. He walked toward his mirror before removing his shirt. 

All around his body, his tattoos were more complex and covered more of his body. The lines seemed to spread out across his chest, neck, upper arms, lower legs, and back. 

"Hey Delta, my tattoos got bigger didn't they?"

She glanced over his body before nodding. 

"Yeah, why is that?" 

"My strength has increased substantially. This is just the result." 

Just as he was thinking that he heard the front doorbell start ringing. In a burst of shadows, he teleported from his room to the front door. He didn't even bother to put on a shirt as he opened the door. 

When he opened it, he saw Makima outside wearing her Devil Hunter Uniform. When she saw the state he was in, she ran a hand down his tattoos. 

"You got stronger, you just ate the Gun Devil Flesh right?" 

"Right, except this." 

He pointed at his necklace he still hadn't eaten. First of all, he just liked the thing and it was his original method of tracking down more. 

"If you weren't so strong, Devils would be swarming to get at you." 

"They would die and I would feast on their corpses. Anyhow, what is up?" 

"I was coming to ask you when you were planning to fly out to Texas?" 

"Next week on Monday, I am going to Dallas first then driving around the state." 

Makima nodded as she thought about it. 

"What for?" 

He smiled as he said his plans honestly. 

"I want to eat Texas barbecue and good TexMex food. I am getting sick of Japanese food. Plus, I also want to visit a few old friends." 

She finished them for him. 

"Diabetes and Heart Diseases?" 

He smiled as he ruffled her head. 

"Exactly." 

She gently pushed his hand off her head as getting her hair right was annoying. 

"Easy with the hair."

He smiled as he liked testing her. 

"Fine, only because you asked nicely." 

Delta who had been up stairs made it down stairs when she smelled and heard Makima. 

"Control, how are you this day?" 

Her tail was wagging as she already considered Makima part of her Master's pack. Makima on the other hand was more confused that Delta didn't dislike her. 

"You're not mad at me?" 

Delta titled her head. 

"Mad? What for?" 

"Getting between you and Ryomen here?" 

Delta scoffed.

"Master is Master and Master should get the best mates for the pack. You are good enough and I like your smell." 

Delta said that with a beaming grin which made Makima's heart skip a beat. Not out of attraction to Delta, just the sheer fact Delta was like a cute dog at that moment. She shook her head to try to ignore all of that. 

"Thanks, I guess. I am headed to work, if you are up for it, any time you want to go to Kyoto to see the Devil Public Safety has caught, just call me. Right, before I forget here." 

She handed him an envelope which he opened. It was a commission for a Devil that had killed three Public Safety Devil Hunters over the past two weeks. 

"We don't know what it is, and the price for its death is 40,000 Dollars(5,845,540 Yen) You can keep the body as you like eating those." 

"Good, I will take it." 

"Good luck." 

With that said Makima walked off now much more conflicted. She had to pay more attention to Delta as she had been with Ryomen for over 11 years. That was a long time and much longer than she had known him. 

Her instincts wanted her to be in control, but she didn't want that. She had what she wanted with Ryomen who would never allow himself to be seen beneath someone. Not even her the Control Devil or Death itself.