City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in chainsaw man nobara. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with chainsaw man nobara,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“chainsaw man nobara, chainsaw man nobara, chainsaw man nobara!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “chainsaw man nobara” down on the streets fifty stories below.