One Bright Light || Episode 4 Dynamic Deception"

  As the ocean reclaimed its territory, the ground beneath Lex and Denji gave way, and they plunged below the surface. Denji's Chainsaw form melted away as his body reverted to human, exhaustion washing over him with each stroke through the cold, salty water. Lex grabbed hold of him, helping him steady himself as they swam toward the surface. They both broke through, gasping for air, their bodies drained but buzzing with adrenaline.

  Denji wiped the salty water from his eyes as he coughs a bit, shaking his head. "I swear, if we get caught because of this, I'm holding you responsible!" he gasped, breaking into a laugh despite the chaos.

  "Deal!" Lex shot back, his usual smirk slipping back into place. "But if we make it out, you owe me a rematch!"

  Denji chuckled, his determination sparking anew as he looked at Lex. "You're on!" He accepted the challenge, his spirit unbroken as they floated above the ocean water's surface. Soaked and slightly bruised but still grinning, they peered back at the commotion unfolding on the beach, where the distant figures of H.G.O members scurried along the sand, undoubtedly on high alert after spotting the flare.

  Lex formed a floor of ice at the top of the water, standing up smoothly before extending a hand to help Denji up onto the icy surface. "Got ya," he chuckled, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

  Once they both stood on the ice, Lex nudged Denji with his elbow. "Think they'll believe us if we tell 'em this was a 'team-building exercise'?" he whispered, barely holding back his laughter.

  Denji smirked, rolling his eyes. "Only if you do the talking. They'd never buy it coming from me!"

  "Don't worry—leave this to me. The H.G.O. has a soft spot for a man like me," he declared with a prideful smile, clearly savoring the thought.

  Denji shook his head, cracking a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. H.G.O. favorite. Just don't let them ice me, alright?"

  Lex laughed, giving Denji a reassuring clap on the shoulder. "Not a chance, Chainsaw. You just focus on looking like you actually learned something." Together, they turned to face the shoreline, bracing for whatever awaited them after their "exercise."

  As they approached the shore, the scene was chaotic. H.G.O. agents, Japanese police officers, and local agents surveyed the ecological damage left in the wake of their battle. Lex's eyes landed on a familiar figure leaning against a nearby rock, smoke curling from a cigarette in his hand.

  Jin Okinawa, known for his nonchalant demeanor, raised an eyebrow at the sight of the two. Lex felt a wave of unease wash over him, especially with his uniform dripping wet and the remnants of their fight still evident.

  "Hey, Jin," Lex called out, attempting to sound casual despite the tension in the air.

  Jin exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. "What the hell did you two do?" he asked, crossing his arms as he surveyed the damaged landscape around them.

  Denji, still catching his breath, glanced nervously at Lex, unsure how this would play out.

  "We were just, uh, training," Lex replied, forcing a grin. "You know, working on our teamwork."

  Jin's eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth twitching as if holding back a smile. "Teamwork, huh? Looks more like you turned the ocean into a water park."

  Lex chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "A little bit of friendly competition got out of hand."

  Jin sighed, shaking his head. "Let's hope the higher-ups see it that way. Follow me; they'll want to talk to you both."

  As they approached the shore, Lex and Denji noticed a H.G.O. higher-up in conversation with another agent. The man had striking white hair that contrasted sharply with his deep red eyes, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His sharp features were set in a serious expression as he discussed the situation at hand, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around them.

  Jin gestured for Lex and Denji to hang back as he approached the higher-up, a hint of tension in his posture. Lex watched intently, trying to gauge the man's mood, hoping they wouldn't be in for a lengthy reprimand.

  "You two stay quiet," Jin warned, glancing back at them before addressing the higher-up. "We have a situation."

  The white-haired man turned his gaze toward Jin, his expression unchanging. "I'm aware," he replied coolly, his voice smooth yet authoritative. "What do you have to report?"

  Lex shifted nervously, biting his lip as he caught Denji's anxious glance. They both knew they were teetering on the edge of trouble, and the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.

  The higher-up's piercing red eyes scanned the area, taking in the remnants of the battle. "Explain yourselves," he demanded, a hint of impatience creeping into his tone.

  Jin cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "It was an unauthorized training exercise," he began, choosing his words carefully. "But—"

  Before he could finish, the higher-up raised a hand, cutting him off. "But? There is no 'but' in this situation, Jin. We can't afford this kind of chaos."

  Denji felt a knot tighten in his stomach, fully aware that their impromptu battle was about to have serious consequences.

  The white-haired man ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I'm supposed to have an announcement in an hour, and now I'm facing complaints from the Japanese government," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off a headache. His voice dropped, low and dangerous, filled with a mixture of irritation and authority.

  "Do you understand the implications of this? We can't have rogue activities damaging our reputation, especially not when we're trying to establish a foothold here." He looked directly at Lex, his gaze piercing. "You know better than this."

  Lex shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of responsibility for their actions. "I didn't think it would escalate like this," he said, trying to sound earnest. "It was just a training session, and I wanted to push Denji a bit. I thought—"

  "Thought what? That you could play around while the H.G.O. is trying to maintain order?" The higher-up's voice rose slightly, drawing the attention of nearby agents. "This isn't just about you, Lex. It's about the image we project and the partnerships we're trying to build."

  Denji stood silently, heart racing, caught between wanting to defend Lex and the realization that they were indeed in hot water. He could see the tension in Lex's posture, a mix of regret and defiance. They had both pushed their limits, but now it was clear they would face the consequences together.

  "We'll fix this," Lex said finally, his tone firm, trying to regain control of the situation. "Just give us a chance."

  The higher-up studied him for a moment, then sighed again, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "You have one chance, but make it count. We need to mitigate the damage before this spirals out of control."

  "Understood," Jin said, stepping forward. "We'll handle it."

  Denji exchanged a glance with Lex, who nodded, a flicker of determination in his eyes. This wasn't over yet; they would find a way to turn this around.

  Jin crossed his arms, a mixture of exasperation and resolve on his face. "Lex, pull out your credit card. We need to get this stuff repaired and pay everyone extra to keep their mouths shut Asap."

  "You got it!" Lex replied, a hint of excitement in his voice, reaching for his wallet without hesitation.

  Denji blinked, astonished. "Huh? Are you really going to throw money like that?"

  Lex shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. "I mean, what am I supposed to do? Help them clean up our mess? No way! Besides, we can always say there was a devil attack. Who's going to question it? We might not have any evidence, but hey, maybe it was the Sea Devil causing all this chaos!"

  Denji raised an eyebrow, his skepticism palpable. "Seriously? You think they'll buy that?"

  Lex chuckled, confidence radiating from him. "Trust me, they'll want to believe it. It's way easier than admitting that two of their top devil hunters lost control and turned a training session into a beach brawl."

  Jin shook his head, trying to suppress a smile. "Just make sure it works, or we're all in deeper trouble."

  "Relax, I've got this!" Lex winked, already pulling out his Black card and waving it like a ticket to freedom. "Just let me handle the cleanup, and I'll make sure no one knows it was our little sparring match that caused this mess."

  Denji couldn't help but laugh, feeling the tension ease a bit. "Alright, let's see what kind of miracle you can pull off with that thing."

  Lex waved his black credit card like a badge of honor, a confident grin on his face. "Don't worry! This is a black card; it can handle this stuff like a piece of cake!"

  Denji raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused. "Huh? What's a credit card? And what's the difference between a regular one and a black one?"

  Lex chuckled, pleased to enlighten his friend. "A credit card is basically a fancy way to buy stuff without having to carry cash. You just swipe it, and boom—instant purchase! But a black card? That's like the VIP of credit cards. It has no spending limit and comes with all kinds of perks."

  "Perks?" Denji echoed, intrigued.

  "Yeah! You get exclusive access to events, first-class flights, and, well, let's just say people treat you a little differently when you whip out a black card." Lex flashed it again, the shiny surface glinting in the light.

  Denji scratched his head, still trying to wrap his mind around it. "So, it's like a devil contract, but for money?"

  "Exactly!" Lex replied, enthusiasm sparkling in his eyes. "It's all about status and power—just like our jobs, right?"

  "I guess that makes sense," Denji said slowly, a grin forming. "But wouldn't it be easier to just get a job and earn the money yourself?"

  Lex laughed, shaking his head. "You could, but where's the fun in that? I like to live a little!"

  Denji chuckled, a spark of admiration for Lex's carefree attitude igniting within him. "Alright, Mr. VIP. Let's see if your black card can save our skins!"

  Lex nodded, his playful demeanor shifting to a more serious tone. "You're right. Let's handle the master of the situation before our butts get caught."

  He glanced around, spotting Jin still waiting for them, smoke curling lazily from his cigarette as he observed the chaos. Lex and Denji made their way over, the tension in the air palpable.

  "Hey, Jin!" Lex called out, trying to keep his tone light despite the weight of the situation. "You know we wouldn't cause this mess on purpose, right?"

  Jin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Right. Because a devil attack always leaves behind an ocean and a beach party, huh?" He took a slow drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke drift lazily between them like a silent warning. "Can't believe this has happened, what, a thousand times by now?" His tone carried the dry edge of someone who'd seen it all before.

  "Yeah, yeah," Lex waved a hand dismissively. "We'll cover the damages—don't sweat it! I've got my black card." He flashed it with a grin, though the uncertainty in Jin's eyes suggested that he wasn't as amused.

  "You better hope that card can handle a ton of complaints," Jin replied, his voice laced with skepticism. "And you know the higher-ups aren't going to be happy about this. They expect perfection."

  Denji stepped in, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, it's all good! We'll just say it was a devil attack. No proof, no problem, right?" He flashed a confident smile, hoping to ease the tension.

  Jin narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a begrudging smile. "You really think you can talk your way out of this?"

  "With a little charm and a lot of cash? Absolutely!" Lex said, grinning. "Just leave it to me!"

  "Fine, but you owe me one," Jin replied, shaking his head as he turned back to face the chaos. "Let's get this sorted before things get out of hand."

  Lex raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. "You're gonna manage my mess, huh? Just like that?"

  "Hey, someone's gotta take responsibility," Jin replied, shrugging as he pocketed the black card. "And I can think of a few people who'd want to meet a guy like you, especially after this." He gestured to the chaos around them, smoke lingering in the air.

  Denji chuckled, nudging Lex playfully. "Looks like you're not the only one with a way with words!"

  Lex laughed, shaking his head. "You two are something else. But seriously, Jin, just keep it discreet. I don't want my reputation tarnished over a little ocean dance."

  Jin rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, your precious image will remain intact... for now." He shot them both a knowing look before turning back to the gathering crowd, already strategizing how to manage the situation.

  "Just remember, if I'm handling this, you better send me some decent women to make up for it," Jin added, a hint of mischief in his tone.

  "You got it!" Lex replied, giving him a mock salute. "Just make sure you have a good excuse ready. The H.G.O doesn't like surprises."

  As they watched Jin dive into damage control, Denji turned to Lex, a curious glint in his eyes. "Are you sure a black card really handle all of this? "

  "Oh, absolutely! It's practically magic," Lex said, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "But the real magic is knowing how to use it."

  "Sounds like a superpower to me!" Denji grinned, feeling the energy shift back to something lighter as they prepared to face whatever came next.

  Denji nodded, watching as Jin smoothly handled the situation with the Japanese officers, his demeanor shifting to one of professionalism as he exchanged words with them. There was a sense of respect in the air, and Denji couldn't help but admire the way Jin commanded attention, even amidst the chaos.

  Jin headed towards the group of Japanese officers, starting a conversation with them.

  Lex turned to Denji, a grin spreading across his face. "See that? Jin keeps his word. That's why he's so awesome!"

  Denji nodded, impressed. "Yeah, he works fast."

  Lex beamed with pride. "That's why he's my manager!" His enthusiasm was evident, clearly appreciating Jin's dedication.

  "Your manager, huh? You sure know how to pick 'em," Denji remarked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe I should get myself a manager too."

  Lex chuckled, leaning back slightly as he crossed his arms. "Just remember, it's not all fun and games. Jin's got his work cut out for him with us around."

  "True that," Denji replied, glancing back at Jin, who was gesturing animatedly, clearly negotiating the terms of the cleanup while keeping a straight face. "But it looks like he knows how to handle it."

  "He does! And he knows how to keep me out of trouble, which is a huge plus." Lex's expression turned serious for a moment. "I don't want to be a burden to the H.G.O, especially after everything that's happened."

  Denji raised an eyebrow, sensing the weight of Lex's words. "Hey, don't sweat it too much. You're not the one who wrecked the beach, right? Besides, I kinda liked that fight."

  Lex grinned, his eyes lighting up again. "Same here! I mean, how often do you get to clash with someone like that? We're not just devil hunters; we're artists of chaos!"

  "Artists, huh?" Denji teased. "So, what do you call that? A masterpiece?"

  Lex laughed, clapping Denji on the back. "Exactly! And I plan on painting a lot more masterpieces with you."

  As they shared a laugh, Denji's gaze drifted back to the commotion. There was a buzz in the air, a feeling of camaraderie that sparked his desire to keep pushing forward, not just as a devil hunter but as someone who could truly live life to the fullest.

  As the man with white hair and red eyes approached, he exuded an air of authority that made Denji straighten up instinctively. The H.G.O higher-up's gaze shifted between Lex and Denji, his expression inscrutable. "Lex, you and your friend are coming with me. We're heading to the Tokyo Tower for a public announcement," he stated, his tone brokering no argument. "I expect you to not cause any trouble. We want to increase our influence in Japan."

  With that, a sleek black limo pulled up, the driver stepping out to open the door with a professional air. The luxurious interior seemed inviting, but Denji felt a mix of excitement and apprehension wash over him as he glanced at Lex, unsure of what to expect next.

  "Don't worry, I got it, Mr. Salvador," Lex replied with a casual grin, his usual confidence shining through despite the situation. Denji noticed a spark of mischief in Lex's eyes, hinting that he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass without leaving a mark.

  As they climbed into the limo, Denji settled into the plush leather seat beside Lex, marveling at the opulence around them. The tinted windows shielded them from the outside world, making it feel like they were in a bubble, far removed from their earlier chaotic battle.

  "So, what's the deal with this announcement?" Denji asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

  "Basically, the H.G.O wants to establish itself as the premier force in devil hunting," Lex explained, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Mr. Salvador has to represent us to show off the H.G.O's strength. He's been eyeing Japan for expansion, and this is his chance to make a big impression."

  Denji nodded, absorbing the information. "So we're like... props in his big show?"

  Lex chuckled, shaking his head. "More like the stars of the show! Trust me, we're going to make a splash. Just watch."

  Denji's nerves began to settle as Lex's enthusiasm was contagious. "Alright, then! Let's show them what we've got!"

  With a determined grin, Denji felt the anticipation building within him. This was another chance to prove themselves.

  Suddenly, Denji realized something. "Wait, since the H.G.O wants to make an impression, does that mean they'll soon get the attention of everyone?"

  "Yeah, usually announcements work like a damn charm," Lex replied, leaning back with a grin.

  "What about the Public Safety Devil Hunters, then?" Denji Asked

  With a dismissive wave of Lex's hand, "Oh, them? They can just bite the dust."

  Denji raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Seriously? You think they won't have a problem with this?"

  Lex chuckled, the playful glint in his eyes growing brighter. "Nah, they're not our main competition. We're the ones making moves here. The H.G.O is all about progress, and the Public Safety Devil Hunters? They're still stuck in the old ways. They won't know what hit them."

  Denji nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and concern. "I guess that means we'll have to keep showing off, huh?"

  Lex grinned widely, his confidence infectious. "You bet! Just stick with me, and we'll show them how it's done. Besides, a little chaos is always fun, right?"

  Denji smirked back, adrenaline coursing through him. "Yeah! Let's give them a show they won't forget!"

  Mr. Salvador glanced at them, clearly intrigued by their camaraderie, but he said nothing as the limo rolled to a stop at their destination.

  Lex grinned confidently. "Oh, definitely. Time to make an impression they won't forget!"

  Mr. Salvador glanced at them, intrigued by their camaraderie but remained silent as the limo rolled to a stop at their destination.

  A few minutes later, they stepped out of the limo, cameras flashing as photographers captured their arrival. Waiting nearby, Lex's driver handed him a freshly pressed uniform with a respectful nod.

  Thw Driver handed over the uniform. "Here, sir. I heard about the... news and thought it best to come prepared."

  Lex Grins, taking the uniform. "You're a lifesaver! Seriously, couldn't do this without you."

  The Driver Nods with a polite smile. "My pleasure, sir. Would you like me to wait nearby?"

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  Lex nods "Yep, take a break for now, and I'll give you a call when we're ready to head out."

  "Thank you, sir." With a final nod, The driver leaves, blending into the background as Lex and Denji move toward the building.

  As they walked inside, avoiding the paparazzi, Lex turned to Mr. Salvador.

  Lex quickly taps Salvadors shoulder "Hey, Mr. Salvador, any chance I can find a private spot to change? I'm not about to pull a quick-change act in front of an audience."

  Mr. Salvador raised an eyebrow but gave a nod, gesturing for some security team members to escort them, ensuring that onlookers kept their distance.

  Lex Grins, giving Denji a thumbs-up. "Hey, Denji, hang tight. I'll be back in a sec!"

  Lex turns and follows the security team to a private room, leaving Denji to wait in the bustling lobby. As Denji leans against a wall, glancing around at the grandeur of the place, he can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and impatience, tapping his foot as he waits for Lex to return.

  As Mr. Salvador adjusts his tie, France steps into the room, exuding an air of confidence and authority. His sharp suit complements his composed demeanor, and he surveys the surroundings with keen interest.

  Mr. Salvador: Nods appreciatively. "It's good to have you here. I trust your journey was smooth?"

  France: Smirking slightly. "As smooth as it can be when dealing with the intricacies of international devil hunting. But I'm ready to see what you have planned for Japan."

  The two men share a knowing glance, their mutual understanding evident as they discuss their ambitions for the H.G.O's expansion into new territories.

  Mr. Salvador: "We're about to make quite the impression here. The public announcement will showcase our strength, and with the right strategy, we can ensure that our influence in Japan becomes undeniable."

  France leans against the wall, arms crossed, his expression thoughtful as he considers Mr. Salvador's words.

  France: "And the Devil Hunters here? They won't take kindly to our encroachment. We need to handle them delicately."

  Mr. Salvador: Nods, adjusting his cufflinks. "Precisely. We can present ourselves as allies rather than rivals, at least for now. With the right narrative, we can turn any opposition into opportunity."

  He steps closer, lowering his voice slightly, as if sharing a secret. "If we can win them over, it will not only solidify our position but also create a formidable front against any dissenting devils."

  France nods, a glint of ambition in his eyes. "And what about the Public Safety Devil Hunters? They're bound to get wind of our plans."

  Mr. Salvador: Smirks, confidence radiating from him. "Let them. The more noise they make, the better we look. Our success here will drown out their concerns. The spotlight will be on us, and they'll have no choice but to follow our lead."

  France chuckles softly, appreciating the confidence in Mr. Salvador's words. "Then let's make sure the show we put on today is one they won't forget."

  As they finalize their plans, a sense of purpose fills the room, both men knowing that the fate of the H.G.O's expansion hinges on the success of their announcement.

  France shifts his focus, holding up a set of charts that illustrate the success rates of the H.G.O in various countries, including America, Russia, and Germany. The colorful graphs and statistics highlight their dominance and growth.

  France: Pointing to the charts with an analytical gaze. "As you can see, our operations in America have yielded significant results, but we still have room for growth in Europe and Asia. If we play our cards right, Japan can be the key to unlocking even greater success."

  He flips to another chart, showcasing a comparative analysis of devil hunting efficiency and public perception across these nations.

  France: "Look at the difference in public perception between these regions. In Germany, our approach has been met with skepticism, but our aggressive strategy in America has made us the go-to organization. We need to replicate that here, but with a tailored approach that respects local sentiments."

  His eyes glint with pride as he continues, gesturing to the charts. "Our strategies in these territories have led to significant gains. America, for instance, has seen a 150% increase in our operational effectiveness, and Russia is close behind with 140%. If we replicate these results here in Japan, we can establish an unassailable presence."

  Mr. Salvador leans in, studying the charts intently, his brow furrowing as he processes the data.

  Mr. Salvador: "These numbers are impressive, but Japan is different. The Public Safety Devil Hunters have a strong foothold here, and we must be strategic in how we approach them. We can't afford to be reckless. Our success depends on how well we navigate this local landscape."

  The two men share a knowing glance, their ambitions intertwined as they lay the groundwork for the H.G.O's expansion, fully aware that the stakes have never been higher.

  The door swings open, and a well-dressed assistant steps inside, clipboard in hand. She glances at Mr. Salvador and France, her demeanor professional and attentive.

  Assistant: "Mr. Salvador, we're ready for you. The press is gathered, and the announcement is set to begin in five minutes."

  She glances at France, offering a nod of acknowledgment before turning back to Mr. Salvador.

  Assistant: "Is there anything you need before we head out?"

  Mr. Salvador: Nods, straightening his tie and preparing to take the stage. "Just make sure the cameras are rolling. I want to make an impression."

  France: Crossing his arms with a confident smirk. "And don't forget to highlight our accomplishments. We need to show them what the H.G.O is capable of."

  The assistant jots down notes, her expression focused as she ensures everything is in order.

  Assistant: "Understood. I'll make sure the media knows the significance of this moment. Your presence here is crucial for establishing our influence in Japan."

  With a final nod, she steps back, gesturing for Mr. Salvador and France to follow her as they exit the room, ready to face the press and solidify the H.G.O's reputation.

  As they step into the bustling hallway, France raises an eyebrow at the sight of Lex and Denji enjoying a spread of snacks and drinks before the big announcement.

  France: With a hint of amusement. "Lex is here? That's a surprise. What's a high-ranking Devil Hunter like him doing in Japan? Shouldn't he be off on missions?"

  Mr. Salvador: Adjusting his suit as he glances at Lex with a mix of annoyance and understanding. "Well, the Japanese government has contracted the H.G.O. to hunt down the Gun Devil once there Devil Hunter's found the needed amount of Gun lead. It's a high-priority mission, and they want our best on the case."

  France narrows his eyes, considering the implications.

  France: "So, they brought in Lex for his charm and prowess? Smart move, but it seems like he's more interested in mingling than in hunting right now."

  As they approach the pair, Lex looks up with a playful grin, his mouth half-full. Denji, holding a half-eaten rice ball, grins back at the newcomers.

  Denji: "Hey! You guys are just in time for the food! I didn't know this announcement came with a buffet."

  Lex chuckled, gesturing broadly at the spread with an amused grin. "You guys are really thoughtful!" he teased, as if they'd gone all out just for his amusement.

  Mr. Salvador approaches Lex and Denji, his expression shifting from annoyance to reluctant amusement.

  Mr. Salvador: "I appreciate your dedication to the cause, Lex, but we have a more pressing agenda right now than a snack break."

  France steps closer, arms crossed, looking at Denji with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

  France: "And who's this? Your new sidekick?" He smirks, sizing up Denji with an assessing glance.

  Denji, caught off guard by the scrutiny, shifts slightly under France's gaze but keeps a casual demeanor, his rice ball still clutched in one hand.

  Denji: Chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. "Uh, yeah! I'm Denji. Just hanging out with Lex. Figured I'd enjoy some free food before all the serious stuff starts."

  Lex nudges Denji playfully, his grin widening.

  Lex: "Denji's got the right idea! You can't hunt devils on an empty stomach. Besides, who doesn't love a good buffet?"

  France raises an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by the laid-back attitude, but Mr. Salvador seems amused, shaking his head slightly.

  Mr. Salvador: "Well, Denji, I hope you're ready for the spotlight. This announcement isn't just about food; it's a chance to showcase our strength to Japan and assert the H.G.O's influence."

  Denji nods, enthusiasm replacing his earlier apprehension.

  Denji: "Yeah, I get it! Time to show what we can do. Just, uh, what exactly do we need to do?"

  Mr. Salvador: Pausing for a moment, he looks around at the bustling hall filled with reporters and H.G.O personnel. "Just be yourself. Lex will introduce you, and you'll stand by him as we make our case to the public. Show them that we mean business and that the H.G.O is here to stay."

  France: Nods, still assessing Denji. "And remember, this is about making an impression. Confidence is key, but don't let your guard down. There will be those who will scrutinize every move we make."

  Denji swallows the last bite of his rice ball, determination flashing in his eyes.

  Denji: "Got it! No slacking off. I'll make sure everyone sees we're a force to be reckoned with!"

  Lex pats Denji on the back, a proud grin on his face.

  Lex: "That's the spirit! Now let's show them what we've got!"

  As they head toward the grand hall where the announcement is set to take place, the atmosphere thickens with anticipation. The sound of chatter and camera clicks fills the air, underscoring the significance of the moment.

  Lex: Leading the way with a confident stride, glancing back at Denji. "You ready for this? It's gonna be a big deal!"

  Denji: Nods, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. "Yeah! I can't believe I'm actually going to be part of something like this."

  They approach the entrance, flanked by security and H.G.O members. A large banner reading "H.G.O: N.E.A Operation (North East Asia)" hangs overhead, a bold statement of their ambitions.

  Mr. Salvador: Adjusting his tie as they enter the hall. "Remember, the key is to present ourselves as allies, not adversaries. The Public Safety Devil Hunters will be watching closely."

  As they step onto the stage, the crowd quiets, all eyes turning toward them. Flashing lights from cameras illuminate the scene, capturing every moment.

  France: Positioning himself beside Mr. Salvador, his demeanor shifting to that of a poised leader. "This is it. Let's make an impression."

  Lex, standing tall, gives Denji an encouraging nod.

  Lex: "Just follow my lead, and we'll knock their socks off!"

  Denji takes a deep breath, trying to suppress the fluttering in his stomach. He stands beside Lex, ready to make his debut, as Mr. Salvador steps forward to begin the announcement.

  Mr. Salvador: With a commanding voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the media, and our fellow devil hunters, thank you for gathering here today. We are here to announce the H.G.O's expansion into Japan, a bold step toward ensuring safety and stability in the face of the devil threat."

  The audience listens intently, some whispering amongst themselves, others furiously taking notes.

  France: Leaning slightly toward Denji. "Stay alert. This is where we set the tone."

  Denji nods, his eyes scanning the room, catching glimpses of the Public Safety Devil Hunters among the crowd, their expressions revealing skepticism and curiosity.

  Mr. Salvador: "With the support of our elite team, including the highly regarded Lex Luther, we aim to bring a new level of professionalism and effectiveness to devil hunting in this region."

  The applause erupts, and Denji can feel the energy in the room shift, a mix of intrigue and skepticism swirling around them.

  Lex: Beaming at the crowd. "And I'm thrilled to be here! Together, we're going to make a difference!"

  Denji watches as Lex engages the audience, his charisma infectious, and he feels a surge of confidence, ready to step into the spotlight and prove his worth.You said:

  As cameras flashed and multiple photos were taken, a journalist stood up, clearing her throat as she addressed Salvador.

  "Excuse me, Salvador, but I've heard reports of massive property damage and casualties in Germany caused by one of your High Class Elite Devil Hunters back in 1995. Do you have any comments on the incident?" She paused, her gaze steady. "And not only that—rumor has it that the Devil Hunter caused even more destruction than the devil itself during the attack. Could you clarify?"

  The atmosphere in the hall shifts as the journalist's question hangs in the air, a palpable tension rising among the attendees. All eyes turn to Mr. Salvador, who maintains his composure, though a flicker of annoyance crosses his face.

  Mr. Salvador: Adjusting his tie, he meets the journalist's gaze with a steely expression. "Thank you for your question. We are aware of the incident you mentioned and take such matters very seriously. Our primary goal has always been to protect civilians and minimize damage during devil hunting operations."

  Lex leans slightly closer to Denji, whispering under his breath.

  Lex: "Well, that escalated quickly."

  Denji: Nods, a mix of concern and curiosity on his face. "Do you think he'll try to downplay it?"

  Mr. Salvador continues, his voice steady and authoritative.

  Mr. Salvador: "While there were unfortunate consequences during that particular event, I assure you that our high-ranking elite members undergo rigorous training and are held to the highest standards. We have implemented new strategies to prevent such occurrences in the future. It's crucial to understand that sometimes the nature of our work leads to unexpected challenges."

  The journalist, not deterred, presses on.

  Journalist: "But isn't it true that some critics believe the H.G.O's aggressive tactics have led to more collateral damage than necessary? Many are questioning whether your organization's methods are truly effective or if they are merely causing more harm than good."

  Denji feels the tension in the air, glancing at Lex, who wears an expression of interest, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama.

  Lex: In a low voice, grinning. "He's really digging into them. This should be fun to watch."

  Mr. Salvador's expression tightens slightly, but he remains composed.

  Mr. Salvador: "We welcome constructive criticism and are continuously evolving. Our goal is to enhance our effectiveness while ensuring the safety of civilians. I assure you, we are committed to improving our strategies and addressing any concerns raised by the community."

  France steps forward, his calm demeanor offering support to Mr. Salvador.

  France: "We believe in transparency and accountability. The H.G.O. is dedicated to fostering trust with the communities we serve, and we are prepared to adapt our methods to ensure that trust is upheld."

  The crowd murmurs, the journalists scribbling down notes, as the tension lingers. Denji watches the exchange, feeling a mixture of admiration for the H.G.O's resilience and apprehension about the scrutiny they face.

  A female reporter suddenly stood up, her voice sharp and direct.

  "Can you confirm or deny the rumors that the H.G.O. is weaponizing fiends in your operations?" She held the microphone steady, her expression intent, clearly looking for a definitive answer.

  The room falls silent, all eyes turning to the female reporter as her question hangs heavily in the air. Mr. Salvador's expression shifts, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he regains his composure.

  Mr. Salvador: Clearing his throat, he responds carefully. "I can assure you that the H.G.O. operates within the confines of ethical standards. We do not weaponize fiends in our operations. Our focus is on utilizing our resources effectively to combat devils while ensuring the safety and well-being of all involved."

  Denji raises an eyebrow, surprised by the intensity of the question. He glances at Lex, who seems intrigued by the turn of events.

  Denji: Whispering to Lex. "Do you think there's any truth to that? I mean, fiends are pretty powerful..."

  Lex shrugged, a smirk dancing on his lips. "That's a little secret," he said teasingly. "But if there were any truth to it, I doubt they'd just come out and admit it like that." His tone was light, almost mischievous, hinting at the playful confidence that defined him.

  France steps in, his arms crossed, projecting an air of confidence as he addresses the reporter.

  France: "What you need to understand is that the H.G.O. is committed to maintaining strict protocols when it comes to our operations. Any claims suggesting otherwise are unfounded and serve only to sow distrust."

  The female reporter narrows her eyes, clearly unconvinced.

  Female Reporter: "But given the nature of devil hunting, isn't it naive to completely rule out the use of fiends, especially when dealing with increasingly powerful adversaries? How can you guarantee that such measures aren't being considered?"

  Denji watches, captivated by the exchange. The atmosphere grows tense as Mr. Salvador exchanges glances with France, clearly weighing his words.

  Mr. Salvador: "The threat we face requires innovative strategies, but we have no intention of crossing ethical lines. Our priority is to protect lives, not endanger them. Rumors may arise from fear and misunderstanding, but our mission remains steadfast: to fight against devils while upholding our principles."

  The room buzzes with murmurs, the tension palpable as the reporters process his words. Denji senses the stakes rising, the H.G.O. under scrutiny while they strive to maintain their image amid a whirlwind of questions.

  Lex leans closer to Denji, his voice low and conspiratorial.

  Lex: "Hey, Denji, I'm getting really bored standing here. Should we bail?"

  Denji leans in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

  Denji: "You read my mind! All this talk about property damage and ethical devil hunting is starting to put me to sleep. I mean, who really cares? It's just a bunch of serious faces, and I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend to be interested in all this."

  He glances around, taking in the serious expressions of the reporters, the tension in the air, and the weight of the questions being thrown at Mr. Salvador. The atmosphere feels stifling, and Denji can't help but feel the urge to break free from it all.

  Denji: Lowering his voice further, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's find something more fun to do. I'm ready for action, not a lecture."

  Lex: "Yeah, I hear you." He glances at the reporters, still fixated on Mr. Salvador and France as they passionately defend the H.G.O. with all the fervor of a courtroom battle. Smirking, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, they're not looking. Let's make our escape."

  With that, they slip away, leaving behind only a cloud of dust and the faint sound of their laughter echoing in the corridor.

  Denji: Chuckling as they dart down the hallway. "I can't believe we just ditched that boring speech! What should we do next?"

  Lex: Grinning wide. "How about we find some real action? I hear there's a game room around here!"

  As they step outside, Lex's driver is waiting with the limo door wide open, a look of practiced professionalism on his face. Lex dives into the plush interior, practically flopping onto the seat, while Denji follows suit, grinning from ear to ear as the door swings shut behind them.

  Driver: Sliding into the driver's seat, he glances back in the rearview mirror. "Where to, sir?"

  Lex: Leaning back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's go somewhere fun! How about we hit up that arcade we passed earlier? I could use a break from all this serious business."

  Denji: Nods enthusiastically, his excitement palpable. "Yeah! I'm down for some games! Maybe we can even show off our skills!"

  The driver nods, pulling away smoothly from the venue as the city unfolds outside the tinted windows, the sounds of Tokyo buzzing around them.

  As Lex and Denji continue to laugh and joke in the back of the limo, Lex's driver's phone suddenly rings, cutting through their banter.

  Driver: Polite yet focused, he glances back at Lex. "Excuse me for a moment, sir." He parks the limo on the side of the street, pulling out his phone to take the call.

  After a few minutes of conversation, the driver turns his head slightly to look at Lex, a serious expression replacing his earlier demeanor.

  Driver: "Sir, it seems you need to head to Russia for an important guard duty. Details of the mission will be explained once we arrive." He pauses for a moment, gauging Lex's reaction. "Also, your parents will be visiting you in Russia after your mission, sir."

  Lex's grin fades slightly, replaced by a contemplative look as he processes the news. Denji glances between them, sensing the shift in mood.

  Lex: Sitting up straighter, his tone shifting to curiosity. "Russia, huh? I guess duty calls. What's the situation there?"

  Driver: "I don't have all the details yet, but it's high-priority. You'll be briefed once we get there." He pauses, adding with a hint of reassurance, "And your parents are excited to see you."

  Denji watches Lex, intrigued by how quickly the atmosphere changed, and a flicker of concern crosses his face for his friend.

  Lex: His excitement returning, he leans back in his seat with a grin. "Oh, well, at least I can see my parents!" His eyes light up as he thinks about their visit, his earlier concerns fading into the background.

  Denji chuckled, nudging Lex playfully. "Your parents must really miss you if they're coming all the way to Russia just for you. What do they think about your devil-hunting career?" His grin was wide, clearly enjoying the chance to tease his friend about the situation.

  Lex: Laughs, shaking his head. "They're a mix of proud and worried, I guess. My mom wants me to settle down and start a family with my fiancé, while my dad is just excited to hear all my crazy stories from the field."

  He glances out the window, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his voice. "But honestly, it's nice to know they care enough to visit. It's been a while since we've all been together."

  Driver: Rejoining the conversation, he keeps his eyes on the road. "I'm sure it'll be a good break for you, sir. Family time is important, especially with all the chaos in your line of work."

  Denji nods, feeling the warmth of their friendship amidst the unfolding chaos.

  Denji: "Sounds like a plan. Maybe you can introduce me to your family! I'd love to see what kind of people raised a high-class devil hunter like you."

  Lex bursts into laughter, clearly amused by the idea. "Oh man, they'd love you! Just try not to eat all their food, alright?"

  Driver: With a steady, respectful tone as he keeps his eyes on the road. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible, sir. You'd need permission from the higher-ups who assigned Lex's mission, and there's also a specific rank requirement."

  Lex: Rolling his eyes with a smirk. "Yeah, Denji, looks like your VIP privileges are on hold for now. You're still a newbie in the H.G.O., remember?"

  Driver: Glancing at Denji in the rearview mirror, he adds calmly, "Focus on building your skills and gaining experience. The more missions you complete, the closer you'll get to moving up. The H.G.O. has high standards, and every bit counts toward your rank."

  Denji: Crossing his arms, he grins back. "Alright, alright, I get it. Guess I've got some work to do before I get the royal treatment."

  Driver: With a professional tone as he navigates through traffic. "Sir, we're heading to the airport now. Did you leave anything important behind?"

  Lex: Thinking for a moment, then grinning confidently. "I'm all set! I've got my gear, my clothes, and enough snacks to last me through the flight. I don't think I'm missing anything else."

  Driver: Nods, satisfied. "Good to hear, sir. It's always best to be prepared."

  Lex: Suddenly remembering, he turns to the driver with an enthusiastic grin. "Oh, right! Can we drop Denji off at the Public Safety Devil Hunters HQ? It'd be a great opportunity for him to start tackling some real missions."

  Driver: Nods, adjusting the route on the GPS with a focused expression. "Absolutely, sir. I'll take the quickest route to get him there. It's time for him to dive into the action."

  Denji: Grinning widely, he leans back in his seat, clearly excited. "Oh sweet, thanks, man! Finally, I'll get to do something useful. Just hope they don't throw me into the deep end right away."

  Lex: Chuckling, he nudges Denji playfully. "You'll be fine! Just remember to keep your head up and don't let them see you sweat. Show them what you've got!"

  Driver: Maintaining focus on the road, he glances at them in the rearview mirror. "Just be ready for anything, Denji. The Public Safety Devil Hunters have their own way of doing things, but you'll get the hang of it. Just keep your wits about you."

  Denji: Nods enthusiastically, determination lighting up his eyes. "I'm ready! I've got this! Time to prove myself."

  The limo speeds down the bustling streets of Tokyo, anticipation filling the air as they approach their destination.

  Denji's expression shifts as he recalls Makima's face—her piercing yellow eyes with the intricate red rings, her calm demeanor, and that unsettling, yet captivating smile that always seemed to hold secrets.

  Denji: Muttering to himself, a mix of anxiety and excitement in his voice. "I wonder what she'll think when she sees me at the HQ. I hope I don't mess anything up..."

  He can't shake off the feeling of being watched, as if Makima were observing his every move. Despite the pressure, the thought of impressing her fuels his determination.

  Lex: Noticing Denji's sudden change in mood, he raises an eyebrow. "Hey, what's got you so deep in thought? You look like you just saw a ghost."

  Denji: Shaking his head, he tries to play it cool. "Oh, it's nothing. Just... thinking about how things are gonna go at the HQ. You know how it is."

  Driver: With a knowing tone, he chimes in. "Just stay focused, Denji. Remember, you're not just representing yourself; you're part of the H.G.O. now. Keep your head in the game."

  Denji takes a deep breath, pushing aside his thoughts about Makima for now, ready to face whatever challenges await him.

  The limo comes to a smooth halt outside the towering building of the Public Safety Devil Hunters HQ. Denji glances out the window, taking in the imposing structure and the bustling activity around it—devil hunters coming and going, each one absorbed in their mission.

  Driver: Turning to Lex and Denji, he nods. "We've arrived, gentlemen. This is your stop, Denji."

  Lex: With an encouraging grin, he claps Denji on the shoulder. "Alright, buddy! Time to show them what you're made of. Go in there and make a splash!"

  Denji: Feeling a rush of nerves and excitement, he gives a thumbs-up. "Yeah! I'll do my best!"

  Denji opens the door and steps out into the bustling atmosphere, taking a moment to soak it all in. He feels a mix of anticipation and apprehension as he faces the towering building before him.

  Driver: As Denji prepares to walk away, the driver calls out. "Remember, Denji, first impressions matter. Make sure to represent yourself well."

  Denji nods, straightening his posture and trying to exude confidence. He turns back to Lex one last time.

  Denji: "Thanks for the ride, Lex! I'll catch you later!"

  With that, Denji takes a deep breath and heads toward the entrance, determined to prove himself in this new world.

  "See ya later, Denji! I'll bring you a little gift from Russia when I'm back!" Lex exclaimed, extending his hand and shaping it into a fist, ready for a playful fist bump. His enthusiasm was infectious, making it clear he was looking forward to their next encounter.

  Denji turns back, a grin spreading across his face as he sees Lex's fist extended toward him. He steps closer and bumps his fist against Lex's with a sense of camaraderie.

  Denji: "I'll hold you to that! Just make sure it's something cool!"

  Lex chuckles, his playful demeanor shining through even in this serious moment.

  Lex: "Oh, trust me. It'll be the best gift ever! Now go on, make the most of your time here."

  Denji gives a quick nod and waves goodbye before turning to walk toward the entrance of the Public Safety Devil Hunters HQ. As he pushes through the heavy doors, he feels a surge of determination. He's ready to dive into whatever challenges await him.

  Lex watches him go, a mixture of pride and excitement for his friend's journey ahead, before getting back into the limo, ready for his own mission in Russia.

  Driver: Pulling away from the curb, he glances at Lex. "You think he'll do alright?"

  Lex: With a confident grin, he leans back in his seat. "Absolutely. Denji's tougher than he looks. He'll fit right in."

  "One Bright Light || Episode 4 "Dynamic Deception" Over