Seeing Denji's rare serious expression, Yuzuru Yamai still kept her usual impassive demeanor.
However, deep down, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
This guy... isn't he the kind of person who wouldn't care even if his teammate died, only loyal to his own desires, a one-cell organism who always thinks he's a hundred percent right?
Why did he suddenly start caring about others?
Yuzuru Yamai felt utterly speechless.
Although Denji wasn't the brightest, it didn't mean he was stupid—he just had a thought process different from most people.
This was evident, as after just half a month of interacting with him, he had keenly noticed the dynamic between the Yamai sisters.
On the surface, Yuzuru Yamai and Kaguya Yamai clearly appeared to be in a competitive relationship.
Their goal was to determine the true winner, choosing the superior individual between the two. The winner would absorb the strength and personality of the loser, and the true Wind Spirit would manifest in the human world, while the loser would lose their original powers and personality.
Perhaps their relationship had started this way in the original story.
But, through countless duels and interactions, the dynamic between the two had quietly changed.
Because they realized that, in this world that was so full of hostility toward them, the only thing they truly had was each other.
Yet, neither Yuzuru Yamai nor Kaguya Yamai was willing to admit it because of their pride.
Thus, their duels continued.
Until the arrival of Shido.
With the disappearance of the wall between their hearts, they could finally confront their feelings for each other honestly, turning from enemies into close, intimate sisters.
In this world, when the Yamai sisters first arrived, they had thought that without Shido, no one would expose their relationship.
But to their surprise, Denji had keenly picked up on it.
Was it because their performance was too realistic, or was Denji's brain just so uniquely structured?
In any case, this wasn't good news.
They had to quickly change the subject.
Yuzuru Yamai gathered her thoughts, cleared her throat, and slipped into character, saying, "Question, Yuzuru doesn't quite understand why Denji is saying all this."
"It's just some advice, don't take it too seriously," Denji said.
"Surprise, Aki told me before that Denji is a carefree human with no heart, didn't expect he'd actually care about others."
"Well... he's not entirely wrong," Yuzuru Yamai shrugged.
Denji truly didn't care about others.
Among the people in the Anti-Devil Division, besides Makima, he didn't care about anyone else.
Why did he only care about Makima?
Because she was the one who provided him with food and shelter.
Thanks to Makima taking him in, he was freed from the days of barely surviving, eating only once every three days.
Of course, the most important thing was that Makima's face and body were perfect to a sixteen-year-old boy like Denji, who was just starting to awaken his desires.
He was always driven by instinct and genuine feelings.
So, naturally, he cared about the Yamai sisters.
After all, what teenage boy wouldn't want to have two beautiful girls with revealing outfits around?
Denji didn't think much about the Yamai sisters—his heart was entirely focused on Makima—but who would complain about having more beautiful girls around?
If he could, he'd want both Yamai sisters to stay.
He raised his head and looked at the barely covered but still revealing divine armor that Kaguya Yamai wore, exposing two snow-white mounds beneath.
Of course, if only one Yamai could remain, he hoped it would be Yuzuru Yamai.
The two chatted casually for a bit.
Because Yuzuru Yamai subtly steered the conversation, it quickly shifted away from the Yamai sisters themselves.
Denji didn't refuse the chance to chat either.
After all, he had just vomited up everything in his stomach, and now that he was still feeling dizzy, taking the opportunity to rest a little more was the best option.
Unfortunately, Devils don't wait for anyone.
Boom—!
Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out.
Denji and Yuzuru Yamai both looked in the direction of the sound.
Standing on high ground, they easily spotted a tanker truck exploding several kilometers away in Tokyo.
Just as Denji thought he would start working, his interest instantly waned.
"That's not our job," he lazily remarked. "Our task is just to kill Devils. This kind of thing can be handled by regular police."
"Refusal. Makima said that solving any kind of human problem will raise our scores."
However, Yuzuru Yamai didn't give Denji a chance to slack off. With a flick of her wrist, Raphael: El Na'ash wrapped around Denji's body again.
For a Wind Spirit, a few kilometers was just a couple of breaths.
Before Denji could even react, they had already appeared above the exploded tanker truck.
"Ugh—!"
With the foul smell in the air, Denji, still not recovered from his previous bout of nausea, began retching again.
It wasn't just him.
Everyone in the vicinity was vomiting.
When they got closer, Yuzuru Yamai pinched her nose, realizing that the exploded vehicle wasn't a fuel tanker.
It was a sewage truck.
The feces stored inside the truck had splattered across every corner of the street, from shops and pedestrians to parked cars, none were spared.
Shop owners stared hopelessly at the filth spraying into their stores and contaminated products, unsure of how much they were going to lose.
Pedestrians who passed by were crying, trying to wipe the filth off their faces and clothes, only to smear it even further.
Most passengers in cars were not directly hit by the feces, but the windows of the cars were covered with a sticky, brown liquid, leaving them unable to move.
The fermented feces emitted an unbearable stench, and with everyone vomiting, the air's already putrid odor grew more intense.
It was like a hell on Earth.
And not far from the exploded sewage truck, Yuzuru Yamai spotted a familiar figure.
Yuzuru Yamai flew closer to the scene, where she saw Kaguya Yamai and Power.
She landed next to them and asked, "Question, what happened here?"
"This isn't my fault, it's this idiot's doing, I didn't do anything!" Power immediately pointed at Kaguya Yamai, distancing herself from any blame. "We were just chasing a Devil, and when this idiot attacked, she missed and hit the nearby sewage truck. It has nothing to do with me!"
"I told you! You just need to do your job and help me find the Devil! If you hadn't interfered, I wouldn't have missed!" Kaguya Yamai snapped, raising an eyebrow. "If you just followed my instructions, how could I have missed?"
As Kaguya Yamai and Power exchanged heated words, Yuzuru Yamai and Denji slowly pieced together what had happened.
Essentially, Power had tracked the Devil's whereabouts, and Kaguya Yamai had accompanied her to destroy it. However, Power had wanted to drain the Devil's blood first before killing it. Kaguya Yamai thought that would give the Devil a chance to escape and wanted to summon her angel directly to defeat it, but Power disagreed. The two argued, and Power interfered while Kaguya Yamai was attacking.
That's how the situation escalated into the current mess.
The only good news was that the Devil they were chasing was finally killed after Kaguya Yamai's second attack, so their efforts weren't entirely in vain.
However, just as they argued, the feces in the truck seemed to move.
Amidst the wails and vomiting, the feces appeared to gain some kind of strange energy and began to shift.
"Mm?"
Noticing something, the Yamai sisters turned their attention toward the sewage truck.
Power and Denji also noticed their sudden change in behavior and looked in the same direction.
What they saw was the pile of feces, now strangely moving and coming together like a grotesque sludge.
It was taking shape—noses, eyes, mouths...
It resembled something like a mud sculpture made by children, with simple features, but an eerie and terrifying presence.
"I am the Feces Devil!"
The newly birthed Devil, formed from human fear, proclaimed its name to the world.
Upon hearing the birth of another Devil, the people who had been fleeing the area scrambled even more.
Now, even the passengers who had been stuck inside their cars, reluctant to leave, had no choice but to get out and run.
But compared to the panic and fear of the ordinary humans, the expressions of the four Devil hunters were more peculiar.
"Hahahahaha! That name is so lame!"
Upon hearing the Feces Devil's name, Power couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. "So there really is a Feces Devil? Are you here to make jokes or something?"
The Feces Devil sneered, and its coarse features revealed a hint of mockery.
"You foolish Devil, do you really judge strength based on a Devil's true name?"
The Feces Devil raised its hand and pointed at Power, who was still laughing uncontrollably.
"Underestimate me, and you will pay the price."
"What can you do? Shoot feces? I'm so scared!" Power continued to mock it, not taking it seriously at all.
But soon, a sharp pain began to spread in her stomach.
The pain quickly spread throughout her body, and her smile froze. Her face turned pale.
"What... what's happening..."
Power clenched her muscles, desperately trying to hold back.
But the Feces Devil's power came rushing in, and since Power hadn't relieved herself this morning, she couldn't hold back anymore.
Power immediately pulled down her pants, squatting in front of everyone, letting out her waste in public.
The others watched in shock and confusion as Power, in the midst of her struggle, began to defecate right there.
At that moment, they finally understood the true nature of the Feces Devil's power.
It wasn't about shooting feces—it was about forcing someone to relieve themselves.
"Plop!"
With a sudden push, the pain disappeared as Power's body expelled everything. It was a relief like never before.
But it wasn't just the pain that was expelled.
The moment the feces left her body, Power's mind went completely blank, as if her consciousness had been flushed out with it.
Power lost consciousness.
"What's wrong with you?!"
Kaguya Yamai, holding back her disgust, kicked Power's body. But there was no response.
She was still breathing, but it was like she had become a vegetable, unable to respond in any way.
"Defecation is a sacred act that all living beings must undergo. To live, beings need to eat, and they also need to excrete. If one of these is missing, they cannot survive," the Feces Devil spread its arms, as if praising something. "Yet, people have made excretion a taboo, mocking it and turning it into a joke. This is an affront to life!"
"You bastard Devil! What did you do to Power?!"
"This foolish Devil has desecrated the sacred act of defecation and forgotten that excretion is the act of granting life to a living being. Such a vulgar and uncouth being has no right to live," the Feces Devil answered coldly. "Anyone who needs to excrete cannot escape my power. Right now, she is nothing but a shell. Her personality has left with the waste."
The Yamai sisters were stunned.
They hadn't expected that such a seemingly trivial Devil could not only force others to defecate but also had the ability to erase someone's personality!
But upon further thought, it wasn't hard to understand why it was so powerful.
As it said, excretion is an essential process for all living beings. Without it, no life could continue.
A Devil born from this concept was naturally incredibly strong.
The Feces Devil snapped its fingers, and the feces Power had just released swirled back toward it, as if being drawn by some strange power.
"Very fresh, very tasty!"
After absorbing the strength of the Blood Devil, the Feces Devil's power grew again.
Its dark, hollow eyes turned toward the remaining three Devil hunters, exuding an ominous and malevolent gaze.
"Don't worry about your companion, because next, it will be your turn."