Offering Himself to Lord Jashin

As the Jashin Cult gradually infiltrated the lower-class civilians of the Land of Wind, a ninja of Sunagakure opened his eyes in the dead of night.

Kawanishi woke from a nightmare, his chest heaving violently as though he wanted to expel all the Fear from his body.

His entire body was drenched in sweat. More accurately, not just his body—even the whole bedsheet was soaked, as if he had just been fished out of water.

Weakly, he leaned himself against the wall, relying on its faint chill to steady his frantic emotions.

"Again, that dream..."

Kawanishi looked at the Jashin Cult mark slowly appearing on his hand and recalled the nightmare with lingering Fear.

It had been an indescribable monster. Every word Kawanishi knew failed to describe its strangeness. All he could see were countless tentacles and all kinds of bizarre eyes.

Just one glance had made Kawanishi feel as though his entire brain was about to explode, while his body seemed ready to melt away and turn into some other creature.

He had a premonition that if he dared to stare at that monster for even one second longer in the dream, his real self would truly become a terrifying monster.

And it had all begun when he met that man at the merchant association.

"That bastard..."

Kawanishi went to the washroom and splashed his face fiercely with tap water. Slowly raising his head, he discovered in horror that his reflection in the mirror was gradually twisting into an unknown shape.

At some point, a pair of square-framed glasses had appeared on his face, and his features had transformed into that man's.

"Offer yourself to Lord Jashin. My lord will grant you rewards beyond imagination."

In the mirror, the man's words coiled around Kawanishi's heart like the ravings of