"This thing the leader sent over... is it really that magical, senior? To me, it looks like an ordinary mirror, hmm."
Inside the main passage of the [Jin] organization's underground base, Shisui Uchiha held the [Mirror of Karma and Judgment], which Menma had given him, firmly in his arms.
Deidara followed beside him, curiously examining the mirror, which seemed to have nothing particularly special about it except for its exquisite craftsmanship. His tone was full of an artist's skepticism about a "non-explosive artwork."
Shisui responded calmly, "While it does sound somewhat unbelievable... since the leader specifically sent it along with detailed instructions and expected results, it couldn't have been unfounded. Try it and you'll see."
"By the way, where 'Kakuzu? I didn't see him come along."
When Shisui asks questions, it usually involves matters such as "trial" or "disposition" that may involve interests or follow-up actions. Kakuzu, who is extremely sensitive to money and "value," will have some interest in such matters.
"It seems the leader finally delivered the payment or the right to handle the goods he was promised. These past few days, Kakuzu been so anxious about whether the money will arrive that he can't eat or sleep properly, he's been extremely restless."
"He's probably locked himself in the vault right now, probably counting and checking the bundles of cash. Unless the organization is about to collapse, he definitely won't be thinking about anything else right now."
Shisui nodded knowingly. The value of those three hundred billion Explosive Tags was enough for Kakuzu to temporarily lower the priority of all other matters.
As the two talked, they arrived at the most heavily guarded prison area in the base.
The heavy metal door, inscribed with multiple Sealing Jutsu, slid open before them... A kind of incessant, irritating noise wafted over them.
The first thing that entered my ears was a rough, harsh voice filled with violence, impatience, and foolish self-confidence.
"Bastard! Let me out! Did you hear me? Damn [Jin]! How dare you treat me like this! With these filthy chains! The Lord Jashin will surely punish you all! Tear you all to pieces! Sacrifice you!"
The penetrating insults and meaningless, repetitive threats reminded Shisui of the leader's special mention in the communications of several individuals requiring "focused attention" and "priority assessment," including Hidan, Akatsuki member who worshipped a mysterious entity known as " Evil God " and possessed an immortal body.
Although Shisui had no idea what the " Evil God " actually was, Shisui sensed from the fanatical enjoyment of killing and pain revealed in the other party's words and actions that it was no good thing.
He gestured to the guard to open the heavy gate of the noisiest cell. The gate rose, revealing the scene inside: Hidan was bound hand and foot with several specially made iron chains mixed with chakra-suppressing metal, fixed in the center of the cell like a festive rice dumpling.
Out of humanitarian considerations, Kakuzu had helped Hidan in the previous battle, and Hidan's severed limbs had been roughly but effectively stitched back together. Now, he was also firmly bound by chains. He was completely unable to move and could only bounce futilely on the ground like a fish out of water.
"You bastards! What are you looking at! What do you want? Let me tell you, I have devout faith in the immortality of the Lord Jashin! You can't do anything to me! Do you hear me?"
"There's no way! I'm warning you! Even if you kneel down right now, crying and begging to convert to the Lord Jashin and repent for your sins, I will absolutely not let you go! I will sacrifice you all to the Lord Jashin! Hahaha!"
Hidan stared intently at Shisui and Deidara as they entered, spewing out the same old threats and self-righteous declarations.
"So noisy." Deidara said with annoyance, "What kind of Evil God is this? It sounds so boring, there's no artistic beauty at all, ugh."
"No way? You're immortal? That sounds interesting... Hey, senior, if possible, after we've dealt with him, how about having him be my new art 'close-up observer'? To test the limits of so-called 'immortality,' hmm?"
"Art... art? Huh? I have absolutely no interest in that effeminate stuff like drawing and doodling! It sounds incredibly stupid!"
"Let me go! Lord Jashin needs a sacrifice! A fresh sacrifice!" Hidan clearly couldn't understand Deidara's "art" and felt insulted, so he struggled even more violently.
Watching this childish and absurd conversation, which resembled a children's quarrel, Shisui sighed helplessly. He reached out and pulled Deidara, who seemed genuinely considering the situation, back slightly, signaling him to calm down.
Then, with a calm expression, Shisui placed the [Mirror of Karma - Reflection of Cause and Effect] that he had been holding steadily in front of Hidan, the mirror reflecting Hidan's face, which was distorted by anger and madness.
Hidan's cursing stopped abruptly. He was bewildered by this sudden and strange behavior of asking him to "look in the mirror," and for a moment he didn't realize what the other person wanted to do.
He stared suspiciously at the mirror, which looked merely somewhat ornate, then glanced at the expressionless Shisui, and then at Deidara, who was intently staring at the mirror beside him. His arrogance was temporarily replaced by doubt.
On the mirror, light flowed silently, and lines of text appeared on the surface.
[The person on trial: Hidan ]
Directly instigating war/non-mission killings: accounting for over 85% of all killings.
Total Pain Value: Extremely High
Detailed notes: The 'pain value' generated by the individual's behavior is significantly abnormal. Its unique 'cursed ritual' killing method prolongs and amplifies the victim's death process by sharing pain through self-harm, resulting in an average mental and physical pain of about 3-5 times that of conventional killing methods.
Retrospective quantitative estimates suggest that the cumulative number of victims directly or primarily responsible for deaths has exceeded one thousand.
Sin Index: 9.87 (close to the theoretical maximum of 10)
Verdict: A beast of faith, a slave to pain.
Killing is not a means to an end for you, but the end itself; the blood that flows is not the price for a blessing, but the communion you crave.
Because all your evil deeds are purely driven by selfish desires and distorted sensual pleasures. Under any banner, there is no loyalty to you; in any mission, there is only your selfish desire for amusement.
You are neither the one who sets up the game, nor the pawn who obeys orders; rather, you are a deformed being who occupies the chessboard of slaughter, whose only meaning of existence is to devour both yourself and others.
Overall assessment: Those who indulge in the most evil pleasures have sins that have solidified into a tangible, stubborn stain. You have no intention of atonement, and there is no way to redeem this body and soul.
The text Hidan exposes Hidan's true nature of taking pleasure in the suffering of others.
Hidan stared blankly at the words on the mirror, but then his eyes quickly ignited with a fierce anger at being offended and "misunderstood".
"What?! This broken mirror dares to spout nonsense! Utter rubbish!"
Hidan roared, "Those people I killed were all glorious sacrifices offered to the supreme Lord Jashin! Their lives were transformed into holy offerings to please the god! This was their honor! It was their ticket to eternal peace!"
"Atonement? What redemption do I need? Sin? What did I do wrong?! For those fortunate enough to be chosen as sacrifices to the Lord Jashin, that is the only and greatest redemption for their insignificant lives!"
"You fools who don't understand faith! How dare you use this ridiculous broken mirror to slander me! To slander the grace of the Lord Jashin!"
The detailed and appalling description of the crimes on the mirror contrasted sharply with Hidan's current unrepentant, self-righteous, and even frantic rebuttal, which was filled with a kind of insane anger as if his faith had been "desecrated." This created a chilling contrast.
Standing to the side, Shisui Uchiha's face had turned ashen.
"It seems..." Shisui's voice was so low it seemed to be squeezed from the deepest part of his chest, "... it's true."