some big action coming up this and next chap! hope youre excited!

"Ahem. Are you two boys done?"

Magne looked at the two, who were now locked in a staring contest. Shigaraki stared forward–which was surprising considering she didn't even know he could even see through that hair and hand mask thing– into Denji's thousand yard stare. Which was only even dumber, since he was wearing the damn hoodie that started this staring contest.

Magne sighed. "I get that you're… unhappy with that hoodie Denji, but it's only temporary. You'll probably get the real deal after this."

"..." No reaction from either. Magne looked towards Kurogiri, and the man shrugged.

Magne snapped her fingers and the two of them flew away from each other with resounding "oofs" coming from both of them. She didn't want to deal with another head injury, so a minor pushback was all that she needed.

Caressing her temple, Magne said, "Are you two done now? I had to deal with enough of this with Twice."

Shigaraki turned slowly to Magne, and after a beat of silence, huffed in defeat. "Fine. I'm sorry for giving you trash equipment Denji, I thought it would be… funny."

Denji nearly relapsed into misandry before he felt the almost palpable murderous intent coming from Magne, and he decided instead to, for once, use his brain. "Yeah, uh whatever." He crossed his arms, "But I want a real damn costume after this! A badass one! Not this… crap."

Jumping off from the bar stool after pure silence, Twice took out a marker from somewhere and hastily wrote on Denji's despite his protests. "There, you're all fixed up bossman! Now everyone knows you're Chainsaw Man!"

In rough chicken scratch, were the hastily written words "Chainsaw Man" in dark red on the back of the nauseating bright hoodie. Denji looked as if he wanted to say something, but with teary eyes, he swallowed what he had to say and slowly said, "..Thanks."

Kurogiri walked past the bar and addressed the situation. "Tomura Shigaraki, the doctor will likely want us to complete this mission as fast as possible. He wishes to see the reports on the Nomu and their level of success."

Sighing, Tomura nodded. Denji, Magne, and Twice all sat down at the mention of the word plan.

"Alright. I don't know, or care if you know this, but I've got a grudge against the hero killer. His name's Stain." He nodded slightly at Denji before continuing, "We've also got a bone to pick with the local yakuza here in Kamino and its surrounding prefectures. Plan is, we go in with some of the Nomu backup and show up that wannabe killer, wipe out all the lowlifes, and level up our party. We'll head out in a little while with the help of Kurogiri."

Denji raised his hand, to the eyebrow raise of everyone else. He looked around slightly with a sweat drop and lowered it. He coughed after the pause everyone took upon seeing that.

"We're just going after the criminals, right? I don't want my fans to think I'm some psycho…"

The rest of the League of Villains stared at him.

"...Yeah, fine. We'll just have the Nomu target the yakuza and Stain then." He then muttered the last part as Denji relaxed and fell back to his chair, "Fucking dumbass…"

Throwing cards at the three members, he finished up the plan. "The gang after Denji is doing some big drug deal in about half an hour. We're going to ruin that party, these cards have the description of the only NPCs with quirks we need to care about. We go in, we make an example of them and have the Nomu cause chaos for the pro heroes to deal with and draw Stain in, and we make an example of him too."

Twice whistled, "Damn! This is gonna be the first big event for the League since that UA raid, huh? This is gonna be huh-larious~!"

Shigaraki's hands in his pocket stayed inside before he withdrew them and nodded at Kurogiri. "It's time."

In a dark flash, they emerged outwards from Kurogiri on the crown of a highrise skyscraper, the blurred and blinking bright lights of the city were all that hid the dark underbelly of Hosu. Another flash appeared as three monstrously deformed figures stepped out, leaving Kurogiri to reform into his humanoid self. The medical abominations appeared alongside the now uncomfortable human members of the league, and silently took steps behind the young leader as he spread out his arms and laughed. The throaty chuckle echoed downward as he threw his own head back. Finally, it was time for the ball to start rolling.

From behind, all they could see was his startling red eyes and his wide smile under the porcelain covered hand that served as his mask. Slowly, Shigaraki moved his head forward again as he backed off the edge of the building, and faced towards his expectant peers. "Let's go."

"Chrono, is Eri under control?"

His number one subordinate nodded. 'Yes, she is calm. She should not cause a ruckus when we do the demonstrations for the product."

He idly spun around his cross as he hummed. The big operation was coming to a head, some international quirk enhancers had finally hit the markets of Japan, and in the decrepit state the Shie Hassaikai was before the advent of the quirk removers meant that they were in no possible state to bargain for any. But with some further analysis and key treatments on the base source of their own drug, they potentially have a product that could outweigh even Trigger in demand. Still, he needed to impress whatever other leaders and ambassadors that were bound to show up, even one of the vaunted Humarise head enforcers had decided to visit. Something which stirred panic in Chisaki, deciding to go all in now that the meeting had such stakes.

With one last swirl, Chisaki stopped and gripped the Humarise cross tightly. "Good. With some luck, we can absorb the smaller yakuza rings and be welcomed into the ranks of Humarise. Although, we may have to pay up if one of them caught that blondie."

Seemingly out of the shadows in the corner, a tiny and nearly comically sized man in a form fitting black jacket and mask jumped out in rage, "Raaagh! They can try, but we'll just crush them! Snip off their fingers like the yakuza did in their prime, RAHAHAHAHHA!"

His left hand man started flexing his massively muscular arms out of the jacket in mad and manic laughter, each being the same size as the puppet body. He has been sighing too much recently, Chisaki realized. "Calm down, Mimic. You'll cause Katsukame and Rappa to start wrestling again. We cannot afford that right now."

Bowing instantly at a perfect 90 angle, Mimic profusely apologized. Normally, he… would not require the presence of his more troublesome subordinates, but rumor has it nearly every gang in Hosu is showing up in full force due to the fear of that hero killer. Pathetic as it was to fear one man, the bulking of security has caused even gangs outside of the prefecture to visit. Look like a fool here, and no new blood could enter the gang.

Chisaki gave out the smallest of chuckles, thanking the fact that his mask would hide his disdain for the attendees, it could ruin his chances of joining Humarise after all. A quiet beep echoed from his phone, and he looked at the time. Ah, he had been monologuing too long.

"Chrono, Mimic, gather the bullets and follow me. The meeting is due in five minutes."

He stood up and watched the two hastily walk down the intricate hallways of the hotel. It was simple to masquerade the whole event to be a company meeting in the corrupt halls of Hosu. Still, it took a sizable hit out of his budget, something in dire need of a recuperation.

No matter, no need to focus on needless things when such a big event was just a few short minutes away.

"Eri. Come with me, it's time."

…

Slowly, Chisaki walked down the grand stairs with his hand firmly on Eri's shoulders. It had taken more time than he hoped for the more unruly members of his guards to calm down, but he managed. Anything to save face in front of the rest, hungry scavengers they no doubt are.

A suited man with a terrible case of balding bowed at his arrival and motioned to a seat at the banquet table. "Ah! Here comes our last guest, Kai Chisaki of the Shie Hassakai! For our western guests I'll here, he's the one who has offered a mystery drug in return for the prototypes."

Nearly a dozen faces looked at his entrance with Eri in mixtures of intrigue, disgust, and apathy. The only one who drew his attention however was a monstrously large man draped in an off-white robe with a thick metal mask, as he stared still at the cross necklace on Chisaki's chest, and nodded ever so lightly at him. Inspecting the fellow attendees, he recognized a few faces and a few names on empty chairs. He could not help but smirk inwardly as he saw the empty chair labeled "Meta Liberation Army." As if they fool anyone with their talks of peace.

A disgruntled vaguely western looking man stood up with a huff and dropped a briefcase on the table. "Right, well if we're done with the introductions, I'll get to the point. Japan has been one of the last few civilized nations to be mostly clean of Trigger, some fiasco here a few years back apparently soured it for potential investors. Plus, whatever the hell happened here brought law enforcement easy ways to track it down."

Opening it up, there were only two syringes inside, one a translucent color and the other a menacing crimson. "As always, America innovates. This new stock is better, healthier, and cheaper to make. Stronger versions are being developed as well, but from our estimates demand is high. Everyone here in this room knows the effectiveness of the base product, we ensure that this new streamlined formula will be up to standards."

With that, the man placed the syringe down into the briefcase. He peeked slightly at his watch and looked expectantly at any bids.

"May you answer my question?"

The man looked to his right, at the hulking Humarise member. Even sitting down, he was taller than nearly every member of the room. His presence was unexpected. "Of course."

"If such a formula was to be introduced into the untainted body of a quirkless individual, what would result?"

"Well–"

Knock, knock. "Hey, this is the janitor! Mind opening up?"

"…"

As if they weren't going to bust in if someone said no, a rapidly enlarging dent suddenly appeared in the reinforced door, akin to a speeding up vacuum mixed with the irritating sound of squelching metal.

KRAAAAAAACK

Chisaki stood up slowly and took off his gloves as every mook in the building withdrew their guns as the steel door finally gave, and a massive drill of water barreled through the hail of bullet fire and dug into the banquet table. The sound of glass shattering and screams echoed throughout the massive room as he whipped his head around and ran towards the other exit. He only hesitated in his retreat upon seeing the western salesman seemingly vanish without a trace, taking the briefcase with him. How irritating, this whole ordeal has been a net loss.

Tightly gripping Eri's shoulder as she gasped at the outburst of violence, Chisaki instantly formulated a response. "It was a setup. Tengai, block the rest. We'll slip out in the chaos."

Rappa nearly busted through the protective barriers in bloodlust at the possibility of avoiding a fight with the pro heroes before Tengai held a hand out to him, "No doubt we will face some resistance in our escape, Rappa. Calm down."

Speedwalking in a manner a tad faster than most dignified mob bosses should, Chisaki pushed past the hordes of panicking mafia figureheads and opened the door–

Two red eyes from the void stared at him. "We're the resistance."

Black mist flooded out from the door.

Damnit, what the hell is going on right now? Did Future trick him?

"Do you really trust me that little? I told you there would be a villain meetup in this building, and I was right~!"

Sasaki was still not used to the devil residing in his head, occasionally it would make itself useful and help with some cold cases it deemed "interesting," but more often than not, it would just chide and mock him every moment of the day. Which is why when Future less than an hour ago ominously reminded him of their contract and foretold this very event happening right now, he called in as many local heroes as he could.

Of course, he had prepared for it to be a trap but…

"Manual! Airjet! Bubble Girl! Damnit, what the hell is happening there? Status report, anyone!"

The entire floor the supposed meeting was on had every single window instantly shatter after the comms reported contact, something which could be explained by a particularly powerful quirk, but what wasn't so readily explainable was the black fog bursting out of the building before fading away. The radio silence upon that was alarming every "horrific tragedy" bell in his head right now.

"Nighteye, all the guards and thugs on the other floors have been detained, but we still can't contact the missing ones! The air teams are descending on the roof, we've got them surrounded, but what do we know!?"

The direness of that sentence would have been a bit more disheartening if it wasn't for the hammy voice of his, and his constant sliding to keep pace with Nighteye's sprint. Slidin' Go was not his first pick for this mission, or anyone's, to be honest.

"They were teleported. In a few moments from now, you're going to hear a large boom from a building that's a few minutes' sprint away. Go there."

BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!

Sasaki pivoted instantly and barked into his earpiece immediately. "The building with the explosion! The USJ villain with the teleportation quirk has teleported our team and all the head villains! GO GO GO!"

The moment Chisaki felt solid ground on his hands, he instantly created a rudimentary barrier of concrete around him and Eri. Something which proved to be null, as they instantly collapsed into dust. He breathed out slowly as his mask did its magic to purify the disgusting air around him. With what little time he had using Overhaul, he could tell that chaos was happening all around him. Everyone's locations must have been scrambled, so it was just him and Eri now. Hmmm… He had his suspicions the moment he felt the world around him warp, but now with this disintegration quirk…

A rather tall man covered head to toe in porcelain clasped hands chuckled, kicking over the only non destroyed part of his barrier as Chisaki vaguely saw and heard chaos behind him. "Sorry for crashing the party before you got to announce that mystery drug of yours, but we didn't account for the heroes finding you guys too. Now, either give us your loot or I kill you right now. Your choice."

Eri hiccuped behind him, stuck hiding behind a monster from the scary man. "I refuse."

Shigaraki popped his neck, and Chisaki crouched low after the exchange.

Slam.

Shigaraki leaped past the spikes and laughed at the droplets of nervous sweat on the mob boss's temple, and the two young leader's duel began.

…

The dust blended in pretty well with Kurogiri's shadows, thankfully, he wasn't busy coughing out blood and ash like he did back when he hunted the Soot Devil. He was always careful to clean up every bit of dust and whatever particles of dirt wherever he lived after that fight. Well, at least the stupid hoodie he's wearing is getting covered in it. Man… he should have just worn some of the clothes in his closet.

"Denji! Focus man! Things are kinda bad," said Twice before he used his tape measurer to slice open the back of a charging thug as they howled in rage before he continued, "The plans kinda in the dumps cuz of the heroes showing up."

Looking down, he realized his hand saw was currently ripping through the arm of some yakuza member. Whoops. "M'bad!" Disarming him, he stepped off the chest of the man and let him run away at a shaky pace. Looking around in fast swooshes, Denji scratched his head and asked Twice, "Hey, where'd Shiggy go?"

Flicking his left hand back and blocking a stab to the back of his head from a man with some sort of knife-fingers quirk, and moving his right hand into a thinking L on his chin, Twice hummed. "I don't know man! Maybe fighting that Chisaki dude? Also he's totally gonna kill you if you call him that."

Right on time, the ground between the two split open, the cause somewhere in the unseeable gusts of dust surrounding them, and they both stumbled back. Judging from a few echoing screams, it looked like not everyone managed to avoid the sudden miniature earthquake. The entire fucking place was going psycho, and even Denji thought he might have started losing it when he saw bubbles flowing through the place.

"Shit, Twice what the–"

BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!

This explosion wasn't so much sheer heat compared to his previous experiences as it was force, scorching his left side and propelling him to the ground with a meaty thud, Denji groaned. His ears popped and he got up as quickly as possible without tripping. With a small tug on his ripcord, his burned skin fell off and he got up. This really did not give him good flashbacks. Shaking off some melted slag off of his left hand he surveyed the damage. Well. That guy with the arm he chopped off exploded from the looks of it, and so did others. Jeese, that's screwed up. Damn, Denji really hoped the other leaguers survived that. He really didn't want another bummer in his life.

Sidestepping the now present rain and avoiding the streams of multicolored bubbles, Denji looked up and scowled as the water droplets transformed into mud as they collided with the absolute chaos of the battlegrounds, gross. He took a few hesitant steps forward, unsure of what to do.

"Denji."

Denji paused and looked at his heart immediately.

"Denji, listen."

With no hesitation at all, Denji closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. What's so important right now that Pochita would–

Somewhere, out in the clouds of billowing dust, Denji heard a girl crying out for help.

"...me. Help… Help me!"

…That's why Pochita talked to him. Well. At least he won't feel bad for killing any of these grunts if they've kept a kid around. His saws revved louder than ever as the gristle and blood flung off and he cracked the pavement underneath his feet and jumped.

But something got in his way.

Krrriiing!

Taking swift steps back in an unsteady motion, Denji looked up at his obstacle. Something nearly twice his height had blocked his saws with just one of its arms. Streaks and splotches of gore and blood covered its formerly pure white scapular along with hundreds of tiny holes in the cloth, with a darker red undershirt under the priestly looking cowl. A flat steel mask stared into Denji as its humongous form looked down upon him.

Denji chuffed out a "tch" and defiantly took a step forward. "I heard a kid over there, and I'm gonna do some classic Chainsaw Man saving. Out of my way."

A deep and prickly voice intoned under the faceless mask. "Meddling child. I will not let your bastardly organization further disrupt this meeting between I and young Chisaki."

Great, another psycho with a weird scent. When was Denji gonna meet some normal people? Well, he knew these guys were the type to lock up a kid, so he wasn't gonna have trouble eating tonight. Means he'll get to go chainsaw crazy for once in this place.

A sharp grin on his face, Denji yanked on his cord roughly and roared out a mad laugh, "...Then let me CARVE YOU RIGHT UP! GYAHAHAHAHAH!"

The devilman bared its fangs and whirred its saws as the holy man prepared his defense.