This Was Lord Jashin's Command

Simu put down the book in his hands, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

Then a "wooo wooo" sound came from the ceiling.

"What is it this time?"

Simu glanced up at the ceiling and casually removed the spider silk covering Hidan's mouth.

Finally able to bark again, Hidan immediately let loose a stream of abuse. "You bastard, Simu! You've been reading all day. I'm starving to death!"

Only then did Simu remember that this guy apparently hadn't eaten breakfast either.

No, to be precise, he had eaten, but the food hadn't made it into his stomach.

"Fine. I thought someone as strong as you, with an Immortal Body and all, wouldn't need to eat."

Simu brushed the dust off his clothes, stood up, and used spider silk to pull Hidan into his hands.

Hearing what Simu said, Hidan replied smugly, "Well, even though I have an Immortal Body and don't need to eat, I need a full stomach to have the strength to prepare offerings for Lord Jashin and stuff."

"Mm."

Simu nodded perfunctorily.

Hidan grew anxious and explained earnestly, "I'm telling the truth. I won't die even if I don't eat!"

Simu nodded seriously. "I believe you. Your Immortal Body was bestowed by Lord Jashin, so of course you'll be fine without food."

Hidan's face flushed red. That bastard Simu was clearly treating him like a little kid and just humoring him!

To prove just how powerful Lord Jashin's immortal body was, he made a decision.

"I'm not eating!"

"Hm?"

Simu looked at Hidan as if he were a mentally challenged child.

He'd just complained about being hungry, and now that they were in the cafeteria, he was saying he wouldn't eat.

Hidan gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I have to prove Lord Jashin's greatness. I absolutely can't let Lord Jashin be disgraced!"

"Uh..."

Simu scratched his nose. It took him a little while to make sense of Hidan's thought process.

If he didn't eat, that would prove an Immortal Body didn't need food, which would show how amazing the Immortal Body was, and in turn prove Lord Jashin's greatness?

To preserve what little affection he and Hidan had for each other, Simu explained, "I really don't look down on you for needing to eat."

If anything, Simu's words only made Hidan picture the smug grin Simu was hiding inside.

As soon as he ate, that bastard would put on an infuriating look and mock him!

No way. He absolutely couldn't eat!

Hidan firmly shook his head.

Seeing this, Simu stopped trying to persuade him. He simply ordered ten servings of Hidan's favorite pork cutlet rice and ate them in front of him, bite by bite.

The crispy, deep-fried cutlet was coated in breadcrumbs. When Simu cut into it, the rich cheese filling inside stretched into long strings, releasing an irresistible aroma.

Hidan gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, but the rich aroma still lingered beneath his nose.

Simu ate his fill, then sewed Hidan's head back on.

"Good night, Hidan."

Simu smiled faintly at Hidan, then closed his door.

Hidan looked grim. He touched the stitches on his neck, which had been sewn and resewn more times than he could count, his expression dark.

The worst part was, he really was hungry!

But for Lord Jashin's dignity, he had to endure.

By midnight, Hidan finally couldn't take it anymore.

He clung to the wall and made sure several times that Simu in the next room was asleep. Then, tiptoeing, he opened the door and headed toward the cafeteria.

Little did he know, a tiny spider dangled from the ceiling, watching him leave the entire time.

It was the middle of the night, and the cafeteria was completely empty, so Hidan slipped inside with ease.

"Damn you, Simu. Once I've had my fill, I'll kill you sooner or later! Then Lord Jashin will know that I'm the strongest follower!"

Remembering the humiliation he'd suffered over the past two days, Hidan spoke through gritted teeth.

After searching around, he finally found his favorite deep-fried pork cutlet.

It had gone cold, but Hidan couldn't care less at that point. He grabbed it and bit right in.

"Mmmmm! Delicious!"

Hidan chewed enthusiastically, then suddenly furrowed his brows as if something had poked him.

"Ptooey!"

He spat, and an object about the size of his thumb came flying out of his mouth.

"Who's the jerk who hid something in the pork cutlet?!"

Hidan complained irritably. On closer inspection, the thing that had hurt his mouth turned out to be a small scroll.

"A scroll?"

Hidan furrowed his brows, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

But curiosity got the better of him, and he carefully opened the scroll.

"Hidan, was the pork cutlet delicious?"

The instant he saw those eight characters, embarrassment and anger erupted in Hidan's heart, ultimately turning into blazing fury.

"Kamizuki Simu, I'm going to kill you!"

Back in his dorm, Simu picked at his ear and smiled faintly. He'd expected this all along.

But he wasn't staying up in the middle of the night just to prank Hidan.

In the Shrine, the Blood Pool suddenly began to bubble violently.

The anomaly was quickly spotted by the cultists on guard. A few minutes later, the Cult Leader arrived.

"Cult Leader, look!" one of the cultists said, pointing at the ground.

The blood flowing from the Blood Pool had formed a scarlet character on the floor: [Offering].

The Cult Leader stared at it, shock and excitement shining in his eyes.

"Lord Jashin has answered our prayers!"

His hands trembled slightly. They had performed countless sacrificial ceremonies over the years, but Lord Jashin had never responded.

Now Lord Jashin was asking for an offering. Did this mean that the day Lord Jashin returned to the Shinobi World was drawing closer?

His heart raced, his hands trembled!

The Cult Leader immediately summoned every cultist and ordered them to start scouring the mountains for all kinds of wild beasts and poisonous creatures to offer to Lord Jashin the next day.

Meanwhile, Simu lay asleep in his room, a satisfied smile on his face.

The life energy he'd previously accumulated in his body—in other words, in the Blood Pool—had been completely depleted while he analyzed genes and created human bodies and Kagune.

Now he needed to replenish enough life energy to analyze genes and create more members of the Jashin Race, strengthening himself.

Rather than wear himself out hunting beasts in the mountains, he might as well make use of the Jashin Cult's resources and have them gather supplies for him.

He could get plenty of rest, replenish his energy, and grow stronger.

It was a win-win!

And so, for a while, the entire Jashin Cult was plunged into a frantic hustle.