A smoky cup of tea, some candles and my computer. That was all I needed to start reading "Chainsaw Man". A friend of a friend suggested me to give it a chance. Having nothing more to do due to my vacational break, I followed their advice. What my past self did not expect is how much enjoyment would this manga provide me.

As a nearly adult, I significantly connected with the main charactes as soon as I scanned the very first pannels. Denji, a messy seventeen-year-old boy whose aspirations do not overtake hard standards. As a matter of fact, one of his groundbreaking lines is "I want to touch some boobs". Living a life of a slavery towards the Yakuza, a Japanese mafia, Denji´s main purpose in life is to slain demons with the help of another demon, Pochita. Everything points out that there is going to be a turning point in the story line. However, few readers would have predicted that the treason of the Yakuza illustrated with the murder attempt towards Denji and Pochita would derive into Denji transformating into a man with chainsaws as his extremities. And much fewer people would believe that a sort of japanese-illegal ministry would be interest in Denji´s abilities for murdering purposes.

As a newcomer admirator of dark fantasy, I was nearly salivating with eagerness to keep learning more about the plot. Not only did it fulfill my excentric desire of blood and lust, but also liven up my emotional heart with subtle yet powerful backstories of each character. Special emphasis with Makima and Denji´s relationship, headed toward a gloomy failure, although I was delighted with the tug of war technique of Makima and the submission of Denji. Furthemore, I really valuated the strokes about nihilistic conducts of Power and stoicism of Aki, regarding to their traumatic past events. And, on top of that, everything is seasoned with a well-composed anatomy, sketchy drawings and top-notch backgrounds, meticulously composed.

Nonetheless, not all of the elements that compose the manga pass my examination with flying colours. Being a deep lover of philosophy, I was incredibly delighted with separated pieces of the most creepy moments. Hence, there it is where reside the flaw; I appreciated certain level of messynesss in the internal relations of the events. Everything keeps developing insanely chaotic, leaving your mind with lots of doubts and a slight headache.

Having nothing more to say, I highly recommend this piece of art to inquisitive spirits and minds thirsty of dark fiction (and some boobs). This sort of productions do appear once in a blue moon, so do not postpone its reading.