If there really was some kind of blood disease or other contagious illness, Hidan would be a natural-born transmission machine!
He wouldn't just spread his own diseases, either. He'd spread other people's!
And what was that thing, the Evil God? Could it be some kind of virus aggregate?
A mother strain?
Though he was still standing there, Uchiha Jin's little brain had already started to wander.
But while he was spacing out, the four people opposite him weren't.
Especially Hidan, who was holding up a giant scythe. His long, thin tongue kept licking the bloodstains off the blade of the Bloody Reaper!
Laughter rang out across the half-ruined battlefield, like the cackling of a madman.
And when he saw the future Sasuke trembling and turning deathly pale at the sight of him, Hidan laughed even more brazenly!
"Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!"
"Kid with one arm, you look delicious. Come here and let me eat you!"
"You're already scared out of your wits just from meeting me? Leaf really is running out of people!"
"Don't worry. I'll send you—and your whole family! All your brothers and sisters, too!—down there! You piece of trash!"
He spat out one vicious word after another, cursing like a spiteful shrew.
At first, the future Sasuke hadn't spared him a glance.
His eyes had been fixed solely on Itachi.
But...
The insults were too vile!
Sasuke turned his head to look at Hidan, a distinct chill flashing in his eyes. "You're asking to die."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was icy!
Every word sounded as though he were forcing it through clenched teeth.
The hand gripping the Kusanagi Sword began to tremble again.
A long-dormant killing intent rose in his heart!
"Oh? You dare glare at me?"
Noticing the future Sasuke's