The Real Shinobi World

Kikuchi Miura's face darkened. He seemed about to say something, but Hidan's nose twitched, and his expression immediately brightened. "Hm? I think I smell tonkatsu!"

With that, he ignored Kikuchi Miura's ugly expression and charged straight toward the source of the smell.

Simu followed and saw that a small town had indeed appeared before them. Without hesitation, he followed as well.

"Lord Miura, we..."

The two Jashin Cult followers asked hesitantly.

After all, this man was the Cult Leader's most trusted subordinate and had once been the Jashin Cult's second-in-command.

On the other side were Hidan and Simu, the so-called God Children, both the sort who would chop off heads at the slightest provocation.

If possible, they did not want to offend either side.

Kikuchi Miura watched Hidan and Simu leave, clenched his fist tightly, and said coldly, "Hmph. Follow them."

Once they entered the town, Hidan instantly found a tonkatsu shop and began stuffing himself.

Simu sat beside Hidan and started eating without the slightest restraint as well.

Both of them had astonishing appetites, and before long, more than twenty plates were stacked on the table.

"Ahh, that was great!"

Hidan leaned back in his chair and contentedly rubbed his stomach.

He glanced sideways at Simu. Seeing his expressionless face, he said, "Hey, you bastard Simu, is your stomach bottomless?"

Simu casually picked his teeth with a toothpick and replied blandly, "Your stomach is just too small. How can we serve Lord Jashin better if we don't eat more?"

In truth, Simu's digestive system was different from that of ordinary people. No matter how much he ate, it would rapidly be converted into energy and supplied throughout his body.

Forget twenty-odd plates of tonkatsu. Even another hundred plates would be no problem for him.

There was simply no need for it.

Only after the two had eaten their fill did a balding middle-aged man approach them.

He was the owner of the tonkatsu shop. With the distinctive baldness of a middle-aged man, a small mustache beneath his nose, and a towel slung over his shoulder, he forced a smile and carefully asked, "Have the two of you eaten your fill?"

The owner could hardly be blamed for being so cautious. Hidan did not look like a good person at all.

The owner ran a small business and was terrified of offending him.

Hidan waved a hand and said with a grin, "I'm full! Old man, your tonkatsu is really good."

The middle-aged owner did not mind Hidan's disrespectful form of address. He merely forced a smile and continued, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Hidan patted his backside and prepared to leave.

Only then did the middle-aged man hurriedly call out to him.

"Um, sir."

Hidan turned around. Perhaps because he had just eaten and was in a good mood, he unusually did not respond with abuse.

"What is it?"

The owner rubbed his hands together and said, "Um, the two of you haven't paid for your meal yet."

More than fifty servings of tonkatsu was no small expense for him.

"Hm?"

Hidan scratched his head and looked suspiciously at Simu. "Wait, you have to pay money when you eat?"

Seeing the sincerity on Hidan's face, Simu sighed inwardly.

This guy was not pretending. He genuinely did not know that meals had to be paid for!

A trace of panic surfaced on the middle-aged owner's face.

Simu glanced at Hidan. "I don't have any money on me, but Senior Miura might."

Hidan's eyes lit up, and he smacked his fist into his palm. "That makes sense!"

With that, he quickly walked to the entrance, pulled a signal flare from his pocket, and fired it into the sky.

Blood-red fireworks burst overhead. Seeing this Jashin Cult-exclusive signal flare, Kikuchi Miura and the others in town quickly appeared at the shop entrance.

Then they saw the languid Hidan and Simu, who was sitting to one side with a cup of tea in hand.

When Hidan saw Kikuchi Miura arrive, he said in delight, "Great, you're finally here! Hurry up and pay for my meal!"

Kikuchi Miura's expression went blank. He asked in disbelief, "You used the Jashin Cult's emergency signal flare just to have me come pay for your meal?"

Hidan tilted his head. "What else?"

"Creak."

Kikuchi Miura clenched his fists so tightly that the sheer force made the bones in his hands grind audibly.

Hidan paid no attention to Kikuchi Miura's expression. He swaggered past him and continued walking deeper into town.

"Simu, let's go soak in the hot springs!"

Simu pushed up his glasses and replied, "Hot springs? That sounds pretty good."

Seeing this, Kikuchi Miura finally could not hold back any longer.

"I say, you two, don't push it too far."

He drew a long blade from his trench coat. A flash of brutality crossed his eyes as he said in an icy tone, "Since when has the Jashin Cult ever paid for meals outside?"

The next second, a blinding flash of steel swept past, and the balding middle-aged man's head crashed heavily to the ground.

Even then, the middle-aged shopkeeper's expression remained frozen in astonishment, as though he had never imagined he would lose his life over such a thing.

Kikuchi Miura did not even spare the middle-aged shopkeeper a glance, as if he had not just killed a person, but a chicken.

"I don't care what kind of so-called God Children you two are. Since you are members of the Jashin Cult, you had better obediently listen to me when you're outside."

Kikuchi Miura stared coldly at the two of them as blood dripped softly from his blade onto the ground.

Simu turned around, a faint chill glinting across his lenses. "Are you trying to make an example of us?"

Hidan bared his teeth and lightly licked his lips.

"You really are noisy."

With that, Hidan inexplicably glanced at Simu beside him and asked, "It's fine if I kill this guy, right?"

Hearing Hidan take the initiative to ask, Simu nodded slightly in satisfaction. He shrugged indifferently. "Whatever. I don't like people buzzing in my ear either."

"Good."

A sickly flush immediately appeared on Hidan's face, as though he had already envisioned what would happen next.

"You bastards."

Kikuchi Miura glared at the two through gritted teeth.

He had originally intended to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, intimidate these two, make them restrain themselves a little, and reinforce his own position while he was at it.

He had not expected them to be completely unmoved. Instead, their utterly contemptuous attitude directly enraged him.

"In that case, I'll teach you two a proper lesson on Lord Jashin's behalf."

The atmosphere instantly turned taut, swords drawn and bows bent.

As for the headless corpse nearby and the tonkatsu shop owner's family kneeling on the ground and weeping, no one paid them any attention.

This was the Shinobi World.

The real Shinobi World.