In the anime, Ai Li's father really doesn't want to be a yellow-haired man

Electric survival notebook

Daily food allowance: 300 (expired bread + tap water)

Debt balance: 28765400

Pochita's wish for today: to eat pancakes with honey

Denji's wish for today: Buy Pochita a cream cake with strawberries

In an abandoned factory, the zombie demon's teeth were piercing Denci's body. Denci felt his consciousness dissipating until he heard the familiar sound of chains turning in his chest.

The chainsaw pierced his skin, blood blooming like red spider lilies. The resurrected Denji tore through the restraints, and with his right arm's chainsaw, he split the zombie demon in two. As the blood splattered against the wall, he suddenly remembered Pochita's final whisper: "Take me to see your dream come true..."

The setting sun dyed the sky blood red. Denci shook off the demonic remains on his body, his face still tinged with the excitement of the battle. He couldn't wait to return to headquarters, because Makima had promised him a reward today... perhaps a smile, a pat on the head, or...

"Hey." Denji caught up with his colleague who was polishing his samurai sword. "Why is Miss Makima always in the office with Kozo... Um, that's it..."

Hayakawa Aki's hand paused, and the blade reflected his gloomy expression.

Denji continued chattering, "Every time I deliver a report, I hear strange noises. Is Miss Makima giving Takashi San special training? Just like she trained me..."

Before he could finish his words, Hayakawa Aki's fist had already hit him in the face.

Denci stumbled back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He looked up blankly, only to see the murderous intent surging in Hayakawa Aki's eyes.

"Shut up." Hayakawa Aki's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "A piece of trash like you is worthy of mentioning her name?"

Denji tried to protest, but more fists rained down. He huddled on the ground, the chainsaw humming restlessly. Halfway through, he heard Hayakawa Aki whisper, "At least... at least she still smiles at me."

Outside Makima's office, Denci clutched today's mission report. He heard ambiguous noises from within. He counted the cracks in the wall, counted the time... After an unknown amount of time, the noises gradually died down.

The door opened, and Xiao San came out disheveled, with fresh bite marks on his neck. Denci smelled a sweet scent, the scent of Makima's perfume.

"Denji-kun?" Makima's voice came from inside the door. "Come in."

Denci walked into the office and saw Makima straightening her disheveled collar. Her lipstick was smudged, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful. Denci felt his heartbeat quicken, his "male desire" unconsciously stirring.

"You completed today's mission very well." Makima reached out and stroked his cheek, her fingertips still carrying Takashi San's body temperature. "What reward do you want?"

Denci opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He suddenly understood Hayakawa Aki's anger...it turned out that he had no right to be jealous.

Denci's Mood Notes

Today's mission: Destroy the sewer demon (completed)

Makima's reward: Pat on the head once

Number of times office sounds were heard: 3 times

Denji's wish for today: I want to sleep in Miss Makima's arms

Moonlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows across the room's floor. Makima held Takashi San in her arms, his thin frame pressed against her curvaceous figure. Sweat shimmered on her fair skin, mingling with the fragrance of fine perfume, thickening the air into a heady aroma.

"The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom..." Makima's fingertips gently stroked Xiaosan's back, "She won't be back for at least two days."

Takashi San buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her unique scent... It was sweat, perfume, and a faint hint of... (This paragraph has been deleted at request)...

"When she comes back..." Makima's lips touched Takashi's earlobe, "you can send her to deal with the demon riot in the East District. It will take at least three days there."

She inserted her fingers into Takashi's hair, gently caressing his scalp.

Xiao San felt his consciousness begin to blur, just like every time he was held like this by Makima. He knew it was wrong, but his body couldn't help but want more, more... (This paragraph has been deleted at the request of the author)...

"Good boy." Makima's voice seemed to come from far away, "As long as you are obedient, your sister will always hold you like this..."

At the same moment, Scathach, three hundred kilometers away, suddenly stopped. She stood atop the abandoned church's spire, her crimson spear gleaming coldly in the moonlight. An inexplicable palpitation made her frown, as if something important was slipping away.

"Xiao San..." Scathach murmured softly, the spear in her hand making an uneasy hum. The hands of the church bell tower pointed to two o'clock in the morning.

Makima's Notebook

Today's goal: Consolidate control over Xiao San (Complete)

Tomorrow's plan: Arrange the East District Demon Riot (in progress)

Scathach expected return time: 48 hours later

Takashi San's Dependence: 87% (Continuously Rising)

Note: Need to add new perfume (citrus notes)

At the izakaya, Himeno downed her sake in one gulp, the sound of the cup hitting the table drowned out by the din of the izakaya. Her vision was already blurry, but the image in her mind became clearer and clearer… the back of Kozo walking into the office with Makima's arm around his waist.

"Another bottle," she called to the boss, her voice drunken.

The bottle of wine was quickly delivered, and Ji Ye blew directly into it. The alcohol burned her throat, but it couldn't quench the bitterness in her heart. She thought back to that rainy night a few years ago, when she had collapsed in the alley, covered in blood, and it was Xiao San who reached out to her.

Indeed, since becoming Xiao San's partner, she no longer had to struggle on the brink of life and death. Every time she was on a mission, Xiao San would easily defeat the demons, and she only needed to watch from the sidelines and receive a generous reward.

Hayakawa Aki, who was in the same period, has changed three partners, but she is still alive and living a better life than anyone else.

Ji Ye staggered along the streets late at night, her shadow stretched out by the streetlights. She took out her cell phone, and saw Xiao San's number on the screen. She seemed to be hesitating whether to call him.

"I'm such a loser..." Ji Ye smiled bitterly and put the phone back into his pocket.

She knew that she was able to survive until now because of Xiao San, like a vine clinging to a tree. But every time she saw Xiao San and Makima together, her heart ached like a knife.

When she passed by a convenience store, she saw her own reflection in the window... messy short hair, red eyes, and that wrinkled uniform. Why should she be jealous of Makima?

Back home, Ji Ye collapsed onto her bed. The alcohol began to take effect, and her consciousness gradually faded. In her last moments before falling into a deep sleep, she felt for the pistol under her pillow (in the world of Chainsaw Man, due to the appearance of the Gun Devil, guns are strictly controlled, and public officials are also extremely restricted from carrying guns).

"At least... at least I still have this." Ji Ye murmured to herself, holding the gun tightly in her arms. This was her last bit of dignity, and the only way she could protect Xiao San - even though that boy might never need her protection.

The next day, as new recruit Dongshan Xiaohong hurried across the training grounds, clutching a stack of documents, her gaze drifted involuntarily to Takashi San, who stood in the center of the field. The handsome young man was instructing the new recruits on weaponry, his smile, bathed in the sunlight, so warm it was impossible to look away.

"Xiaohong." Xiaosan waved from afar.

Xiaohong's face flushed instantly as she recalled the time last week when Xiaosan had taught her how to shoot. The boy's palm rested on the back of her hand, his breath brushing against her ear, causing her heart to race so fast that she nearly fainted.

"I, I still have work..." Xiaohong stuttered, but stood there without moving.

Xiao San had already run over and took the documents from her naturally: "Let me help you with it. I just need to go to the information room."

Makima put down her coffee cup and glanced at the surveillance report on the table. In the photo, Xiao San and Dongshan Xiaohong were having lunch together in the cafeteria.

Monitoring Report Summary

Frequency of contact between Xiaosan and Dongshan Xiaohong: 3.2 times per day

Frequency of contact with other female employees: 5.7 times per day

Note: Increased surveillance is needed (Maqima's note)

"Continue to monitor." She said to the air, her voice so calm that no emotion could be heard.

The agent in the shadows nodded and left. Makima stood up and walked to the window. From here, she could overlook the entire training ground. She saw Xiaosan instructing another girl with a familiar, gentle smile on his face.

"What a... troublesome chess piece." Makima whispered to herself, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the window frame.

On the rooftop during lunch break, Xiao Hong mustered up the courage to hand over the carefully prepared lunch box to Xiao San: "Um... this is what I made, Senior. I wonder if it suits your taste."

Xiao San took the bento in surprise: "Thank you! Xiao Hong, you are really thoughtful."

The two sat side by side on a bench on the rooftop, Xiaohong's heartbeat so fast it felt like it was about to burst out. She secretly glanced at Xiaosan's profile. The boy was concentrating on tasting her food, with a little sauce on the corner of his mouth.

"Here..." Xiaohong reached out to wipe it off for him, but suddenly remembered the surveillance report. Her hand froze in mid-air, and finally she withdrew it.

"What's wrong?" Xiaosan turned his head in confusion.

"No, nothing..." Xiaohong lowered her head.

That afternoon, Dongshan Xiaohong stood in front of Machima's office door, knocking on it with trembling fingers. She remembered the look Hayakawa Aki had given her in the corridor just now, and her stomach lurched.

"Come in." Makima's voice was as calm as ever.

Xiaohong pushed open the door and saw Miss Makima standing in front of the French window. The afterglow of the setting sun gilded her, but it made Xiaohong feel a chill.

"Take a seat," Makima turned around with a perfect smile on her face.

Xiaohong sat down tremblingly, her hands clasped in her lap. She could smell the faint scent of perfume in the air, the citrus-flavored perfume that Makima often wore.

"Is your work going well lately?" Makima picked up the teacup and took a sip elegantly.

"Very, very smoothly..." Xiaohong's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"I heard that you and Xiao Sanjun got along very well." Makima put down the teacup, and the ceramic and glass tabletop collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Xiaohong felt her back was already soaked with cold sweat: "I, I just..."

"Takashi San-kun is a good boy." Makima interrupted her, "Just like my favorite teacup..." Her fingers gently stroked the rim of the cup, "I don't like others touching my things."

Xiaohong stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh scraping sound on the floor: "I understand! I'm sorry! I will never do that again..."

"Don't be nervous." Makima still smiled. "I believe you are a smart child. Go down to work."

Xiaohong almost ran out of the office. She leaned against the wall in the corridor, gasping for breath. Only then did she realize that she had been holding her breath.

Passing by the training ground, she saw Xiao San still coaching the newcomers. The boy's sunny smile remained, but Xiao Hong knew that she could no longer look directly at that smile.

"I'm sorry, Miss Makima is so scary." Xiaohong said softly, turning and walking in the opposite direction.

At night, moonlight filtered through the slits in the curtains, casting a thin strip of light across the floor. Makima pressed Takashi San onto the bed, her freshly scented rosewater filling the air. Her long, red hair fell, its tips gently brushing Takashi San's cheek.

"Do you like this smell?" Makima's voice was alluring. She leaned down so Xiaosan could smell her scent more clearly... the fragrance of roses mingled with a dangerous sweetness.

Xiao San felt his consciousness begin to blur, just like every time he was held like this by Makima. He nodded, his throat too dry to speak.

Makima's fingers gently stroked Xiaosan's collarbone. "I changed it especially for you." Her lips pressed against the boy's earlobe. "After all... you seem to be very interested in other scents lately."

Xiaosan's body stiffened for a moment. He recalled the faint body fragrance of Dongshan Xiaohong at the training ground that day. It was a very ordinary smell, but it made him feel a rare sense of relief.

"I'm sorry..." Xiaosan apologized subconsciously.

Makima chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair. "What an honest and kind boy." Her voice suddenly turned cold. "But I don't like my things to smell like other people."

When Makima's lips touched his, Takashi closed his eyes, and the scent of roses filled his nostrils.

Makima looked down at Xiao San in her arms. The boy's face was buried in her chest, and his breathing was rapid and hot. She could feel Xiao San's trembling, which was the proof of the interweaving of desire and shame. "What a cute child..." Makima whispered softly, her fingers

Gently combing Takashi San's hair.

Xiao San's hands unconsciously grasped her skin, and Makima felt

The wetness on his chest was proof that the boy couldn't control himself.

Makima's lips curled up in a satisfied smile. She recalled the first time she met Takashi San—the boy's eyes still gleamed with stubbornness. "My..." Makima's fingertips gently brushed across Takashi San's cheek.

However, in work and daily life, Makima found that Xiaosan was not as obedient as others. He always insisted on his own principles and opinions, and even tried to convince himself.

That day, Makima sat at the head of the conference table, looking across at Takashi San. The young man was explaining his battle plan, his eyes so determined that it was impossible to look away.

"I think the priority should be protecting civilians." Takashi San ran his finger across the map, "rather than blindly pursuing efficiency."

Makima narrowed her eyes slightly. This was the first time someone had dared to challenge her decision in such a righteous manner.

"That's an interesting point of view." She picked up her teacup and hid the smile on her face. "Go on."

In explaining why modern states were able to carry out large-scale massacres in such a short period of time, Takashi San offered the following reason: the massacre process was a highly streamlined operation, breaking down the killing into a series of sequential steps. When each step became easily executed, the overall efficiency of the killing increased. Within this highly streamlined operation, each executor within the bureaucratic system only fulfilled a specific task. While the overall process involved killing, this presented a blind spot for those deeply embedded in the organizational chain, allowing them to avoid responsibility for participating in the killings.

Since acquiring "Tendo Souji's physique," Takashi's efficiency in absorbing knowledge has increased. Even previously unfamiliar knowledge and theories are quickly accessible, learned, and applied... With improved posture and beltline, and the occasional addition of black-framed glasses, he's become capable of engaging a wide range of situations with a sardonic smile and a witty delivery, adapting his words to the occasion (Humphrey.jpg).

In this debate, Xiaosan cited many anti-rationalist viewpoints to refute many well-founded rational arguments (anti-rationalism has actually always been associated with rationalism, from Nietzsche and Kafka in the late 19th century to Heidegger in the early 20th century and various literary schools, all have the shadow of anti-rationalism. Before World War II, the trend of anti-rationalism was not very obvious, but after World War II, it absorbed intellectual elites from different camps, including anti-colonialists and anti-nationalists, as well as cultural relativists and deconstructionists, and formed a trend of thought. These people from different camps flexibly combined their own experiences with anti-rationalist discourse, and differentiated into three forms of anti-rationalism, namely anti-formal rationalism, anti-instrumental rationalism and anti-value rationalism).

Even if they have different views, people will still look upon him with new eyes because of his "excellent eloquence," just like those people in history who were extremely inflammatory simply through their speeches.

Although Hayakawa Aki is jealous of Kozo, he also acknowledges Kozo's abilities.

Even the uneducated Denci imagined the scene of "If I could speak so eloquently, I would get the reward from Makima."

At lunchtime, Makima watched as Takashi San picked the fat off the meat and put it aside on his plate.

"Being picky about food is not a good habit," she said in a serious tone.

Xiao San raised his head, his eyes clear: "Doesn't Miss Machima never eat green peppers?"

Makima was stunned. This was the first time someone had noticed her dietary preferences, and pointed them out in such a natural way. She felt a subtle touch in her heart.

At night, moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the curtains. Xiaosan's hand rested on Makima's ear. His breathing was a little rapid, but his eyes remained clear. "Let me do it this time, okay?"

Makima looked up at the boy and suddenly realized that she had acquiesced to this request. When Xiao San's lips fell, she felt an unfamiliar emotion well up in her heart... not the desire for control, but something softer.

Afterwards, Makima leaned against the bed, looking at the sleeping Kozo, the boy's hand still tightly clasped in hers.

Makima gently pulled her hand away and walked to the window. In the moonlight, her shadow was no longer as sharp. Makima touched her chest, where a strange throbbing still lingered.

"What a... strange feeling." She whispered to herself, but found that she did not hate this feeling.

Makima's Notebook