Ronglin knew what Kimimaro wanted to say and answered bluntly:
"The people of Kumogakure will handle it themselves. Let's go back. Go wash up first—you look terrifying like this."
If Kimimaro went out looking like that, he would surely frighten quite a few people. His clothes were riddled with huge holes, and he was covered in blood, like a ghost that had crawled out of a pool of blood.
Fortunately, the people of Kumogakure were either in chaos or hiding at the moment, so no one noticed what was happening here.
Having dealt with Danzo, that disgusting old rat who loved to scheme in the shadows despite not being particularly strong, Ronglin leaped down from a tall building, surveyed the scene, and chuckled to himself.
"I didn't expect the battle to turn out like this. Some people are in quite a sorry state."
Ronglin had not expected things to develop this way during the time he spent dealing with Danzo. Some people had suffered badly because they had faced enemies without knowing their abilities.
"Sensei, are you all right?"
Minato supported his teacher, Jiraiya. Jiraiya was in a miserable state, covered in wounds. The two bloody holes in his upper body were especially enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Jiraiya was drenched in blood, having truly fallen on hard times. This was the price of underestimating his enemy's strength and abilities.
"I'm fine. I won't die yet. I didn't expect that brat's ability to be so bizarre. No wonder Ronglin wants to kill every last one of those cultists. They're far more dangerous than I thought."
Who had ever encountered a cultist like Hidan before?
It could even be said that the Evil God Cult producing someone like Hidan was a matter of luck. Using curses to alter one's body