[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Makima and Denji 's Fictional Paradise

 

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Makima and Denji 's Fictional Paradise

 

Chapter 1: The Café and the Vanished Umbrella

artsy café felt somewhat stagnant; the low-frequency hum of the air conditioner sounded like the constant crawling of some large arthropod beside your ear. Outside the window, a torrential downpour had just passed through Tokyo that afternoon; the asphalt reflected the blinding sunlight, and the rising steam made the street look like a blurry dream.

Denji sat at the round wooden table by the window , his body stiff as an old, wind-up toy. His hands gripped the now-cold latte tightly , a dried brown ring around the rim mirroring his dry, lifeless mood. A silent film was playing in his mind: Reise running in the rain, her nasal laughter at the festival, and her final kiss on the platform—a kiss filled with lies yet undeniably real.

His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand . This was the first time Denji had experienced the weight of "heartbreak." The pain wasn't as direct as being sawed apart by a chainsaw, but rather a slow, suffocating feeling of being peeled away. He clutched the crumpled coffee shop loyalty card in his pocket; it was the only connection between him and that girl, and his last shred of courage to "escape his current situation."

Just then, a cool, refreshing scent — a blend of moist, woody notes and a subtle, sophisticated soapy fragrance — forcefully severed his connection to his memories. The scent was so familiar, carrying an undeniable, dominant power.

" Denji-kun , are you troubled by something all by yourself?"

The voice was elegant and calm, like an ice crystal falling onto a smooth surface of water. Yoji suddenly looked up, and Makima was standing in front of him. She wore a perfectly pressed white shirt, her long, pale red hair neatly tied in a braid and hanging down her back. Her pale yellow eyes, with overlapping circles, seemed to see right through Yoji 's soul, piercing through his cheap struggles.

Without asking his permission, Makima naturally sat down opposite him. She stretched out her slender, white fingers and, as if clearing away debris, gently pushed the latte in front of Dianzhi, a symbol of Leijie and suffering , to the corner of the table, thus creating a clean space.

"Even though a lot of hard things have happened, staying in this gloomy place won't make you feel better." Makima leaned forward slightly, her eyes gentle as if they could forgive all the sins of the world, her voice carrying a mysterious magnetism. "Hey, Denji-kun , shall we go on a trip?"

"Travel... travel ?" Denji 's brain froze instantly.

“Yes, just the two of us.” Makima tilted her head, a smile that was impossible to resist. “Let’s go to the beach, or somewhere farther away, quieter. We can watch the sunrise together, eat the freshest local food together, and at night… we can stay together all the time. There, there’s no killing, no demons, and no ‘burdens’ that make you sad.”

She deliberately omitted Leijie's name, directly categorizing the girl's existence as a "burden."

"Just the two of us ?" Yodo repeated the question, his tone filled with a heartbreaking longing.

The moment Makima uttered "two people" and "always together," the image of Reige in Denji 's mind began to distort and fade violently. That rain , that promise, that initial, throbbing pain— all seemed so insignificant and foolish under Makima's divine invitation. Makima's gentleness was like a dose of high-concentration morphine, instantly numbing Denji 's sense of pain.

"Want to go?" Makima reached out, her fingertips gently covering Denji 's hand. Her body temperature was slightly lower than normal, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Denji 's cerebral cortex, shattering his remaining rationality and hesitation.

"Go! I'll go!" Denji was so excited he almost knocked over his chair, his eyes once again shining with that almost fanatical, loyal adoration for Makima. "Wherever Miss Makima says we'll go, we'll go! A trip! Hehe ... a trip just for the two of us ... "

He stood up abruptly, eager to follow the red- haired woman. His movement was so large that the crumpled points card he had been carrying in his pocket — the ticket that Leijie had left behind, the one she had promised to take him away — fell to the ground and lay quietly in the dust under the table.

Yodo didn't even glance back. He strode out of the store, chasing after Makima's retreating figure. In the boy's eyes, the whole world now consisted of only one color.

Outside the window, the rain, which had stopped, began to fall sparsely again, pattering on the old, unclaimed umbrella. And Denji 's happiness officially began amidst this suffocating "forgetting."

(...To be continued...)