Hidan Sauce

In a forest in the Land of Hot Springs.

"What... is a casting wind-up?"

Yoya was a little dazed after being slapped.

At that moment, Hidan on the ground opened his eyes and began howling madly. "Aaaah! It hurts! You bastard, you actually dared interrupt Jashin's ritual!"

"You deserve to die!"

"He's still not dead after that?"

Uchiha Yoya jumped in fright. A severed head was talking—it was incredibly eerie.

"Ha ha ha ha! This is Jashin's blessing! I am immortal! Immortal!"

"Even if I'm nothing but a head, I'll crawl over there and bite through your throat!!"

Shamu expressionlessly took out a Kunai and hurled it with all his strength.

The Kunai pierced straight through Hidan's mouth, shredding his tongue along with it. Hidan could now only make muffled whimpering sounds.

Shamu turned to Yoya and explained, "Look at the pattern beneath his feet. His scythe drew your blood. As long as he licks that blood into his mouth..."

"As long as he stands inside that pattern, he can link his life to yours. If he stabs himself in the heart, you'll die right here."

Yoya's face went pale. Only now did he realize he had just walked through death's door.

"You clearly saw him drawing that pattern on the ground. He would rather take your Shuriken than leave that circle. Why didn't you stop him?"

Shamu was furious. That foolish Uchiha clansman had nearly gotten himself killed.

Yoya lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Lord Shamu."

"Forget it." Shamu let it go after venting his anger. After all, he only knew Hidan's methods because he was a prophet. Since others did not know, it was only natural for them to stay cautious and not rush in.

"You came here because of a mission involving the Evil God Cult?"

Yoya