"..."
Yugito Nii lowered her head. No one knew what she was thinking—perhaps self-blame, perhaps guilt, or perhaps something else.
"Phew... Fine, I'll go with you..."
After a long silence, Yugito Nii spoke softly. She seemed to have prepared herself mentally. There was only one outcome for a Jinchuriki who fell into the Akatsuki Organization's hands. She could calmly accept death; she simply did not want her death to drag anyone else down with her.
Although she knew that even if she surrendered without resistance, they might not honor their agreement and spare Moriyue, at least he still had a sliver of hope, didn't he?
"Cough, cough. Did you forget to ask for my opinion as the person involved?"
Moriyue, who had remained silent all this time, let out a bitter laugh. Facing Kakuzu and Hidan, he was remarkably unyielding for someone afflicted by Blood Death Art.
"You..."
Yugito Nii wanted to say something, but Moriyue immediately cut her off.
"Actually, I lied to you earlier. Blood Death Art isn't as powerful as I said it was. I was deceiving you."
Moriyue had said that to comfort Yugito Nii, but Hidan took it very differently.
He clenched the spike in his hand tightly, his narrow eyes fixed on Moriyue.
"You. Dare. Insult. Lord. Evil God?"
He practically spoke each word separately. Aside from killing, the greatest faith of his life was his Lord Evil God. Every one of his ninjutsu was meant to worship the Evil God. He could not tolerate someone slandering his faith right in front of him.
"Pfft~"
Hidan did not think any further. He drove an iron spike straight through his own heart. He no longer cared about trading Moriyue for the Two-Tails Jinchuriki. In his eyes, anyone who slandered Lord Evil God had to die.