Sasori's Test

"Why are these guys as annoying as flies? No matter how many I kill, they just keep coming..."

Hidan flicked the blood from his scythe in disgust.

Looking at the Sand Shinobi corpses on the ground, then at Gaara, who was still unconscious, Hidan grumbled irritably, "Now I have to relocate with this little brat again. What a pain."

Two days had passed since Shukaku went berserk, Simu attacked Sunagakure, and Hidan left with Gaara.

Over those two days, attacks from Sunagakure had come one after another.

These guys were already the fourth batch.

And ever since his trail had first been discovered, each wave of attackers had grown stronger, causing Hidan no small amount of trouble.

Fortunately, Simu had set up a large number of hidden bases in the desert around Sunagakure beforehand.

Hidan had managed to keep escaping Sunagakure's pursuit these past few days by making use of those bases.

After all, Simu had left behind far too many bases. Not only did they contain food and weapons for Hidan, but all kinds of traps as well, some of which could even self-destruct.

Sunagakure had paid no small price searching those bases.

But such losses were nothing in the face of a Jinchuriki.

After quickly replenishing his food supplies, Hidan picked up the still-unconscious Gaara and prepared to head for the next base.

Just as he was about to leave, he paused and looked toward the door.

"Who's spying on me from the shadows?"

Hidan unceremoniously raised the Three-Moon Blood Scythe in his hand and assumed an attacking stance.

Upon hearing Hidan's words, the figure lurking outside the base finally stepped out.

He was shrouded beneath a cloak, and a crisp voice drifted from within. "As expected of the Jashin Cult. With only two people, you managed to