The True Shinobi World

Kikuchi Miura's expression turned gloomy, and he seemed to want to say something more, but Hidan's nose twitched, and his face suddenly lit up with excitement: "Hm? I think I smell pork cutlets!"

Without waiting for a response, he ignored Kikuchi Miura's ugly expression and charged directly in the direction the scent was coming from.

Simu followed him and saw that, sure enough, a small town had appeared before them, and he followed along without hesitation.

"Lord Miura, should we..."

Two Jashin Cult members asked with some hesitation.

After all, the man before them was the Cult Leader's most trusted subordinate and the former second-in-command of the Jashin Cult.

On the other side were Hidan and Simu, those two so-called God Children, both of whom were the type to chop off heads at the slightest provocation.

If they could help it, they didn't want to offend either side.

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

Upon arriving in the town, Hidan instantly found a pork cutlet shop and began to gorge himself.

Simu sat next to Hidan and began to eat just as unceremoniously.

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

"Ah~~ that's really good!"

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

He glanced sideways at Simu, saw the latter's expressionless face, and said: "I'm talking to you, you bastard Simu, is your stomach a bottomless pit?"

Simu used a toothpick to casually pick his teeth and said indifferently: "It's just that your stomach is too small. How can you serve the Lord Jashin better if you don't eat more?"

In reality, Simu's digestive system was different from an ordinary person's; no matter how much he ate, it would be rapidly converted into energy to fuel his entire body.

Never mind twenty plates of pork cutlets, he could eat another hundred and be just fine.

It was just that there was no need to.

Seeing that the two had eaten their fill, a middle-aged, balding man finally walked over.

He was the owner of this pork cutlet shop, sporting the baldness typical of a middle-aged man, a mustache under his nose, and a towel draped over his shoulder. He was wearing a fawning smile as he asked cautiously: "Have you two guests eaten your fill?"

One couldn't blame the owner for being so cautious; after all, a guy like Hidan didn't look like a good person at all.

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

Hidan waved his hand and said with a smile: "We're full! Old man, your pork cutlets are actually pretty good."

The middle-aged owner didn't mind the disrespectful address and instead squeezed out a smile, continuing: "I'm glad you liked them, sir."

Hidan finished his meal, patted his butt, and prepared to leave.

It was only then that the middle-aged man hurriedly called out to him.

"Um, sir."

Hidan turned his head, and perhaps because he was in a good mood after eating, he uncharacteristically didn't lash out with harsh words.

"What is it?"

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

For him, these fifty-plus pork cutlets were no small expense.

"Hm?"

Hidan scratched his head and looked at Simu suspiciously: "Hey, do you actually have to pay money to eat?"

Simu looked at the sincerity on Hidan's face and sighed inwardly.

This guy wasn't faking it; he really didn't know that you had to pay for food!

A look of panic appeared 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 slapped his palm, saying: "That makes sense!"

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

A blood-red firework exploded in the sky. When Kikuchi Miura and the others in the city saw this signal flare, which was exclusive to the Jashin Cult, they quickly appeared at the shop entrance.

Then, they saw a lazy-looking Hidan and Simu sitting to the side, holding a cup of tea.

When Hidan saw that Kikuchi Miura had arrived, he said with pleasant surprise: "Great, you're finally here! Hurry up and pay for my meal!"

Kikuchi Miura's expression went blank, and he asked in disbelief: "You used the Jashin Cult's emergency signal flare just to get me to come here and pay for your food?"

Hidan tilted his head: "What else?"

"Creak."

Kikuchi Miura clenched his fist so tightly that the immense force caused his finger bones to grind together.

Hidan ignored Kikuchi Miura's expression, strode past him carelessly, and continued walking into the city.

"Simu, let's go to the hot springs!"

Simu adjusted his glasses and replied: "Hot springs? That sounds pretty good."

Seeing this, Kikuchi Miura finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm telling you two, don't push your luck."

He drew a long blade from his trench coat, a flash of brutality crossing his eyes as he said in a cold tone, "When have we of the Jashin Cult ever paid for a meal while out and about?"

The next second, a blinding flash of steel swept by, and the bald middle-aged man's head dropped heavily to the ground.

Even at this moment, the expression on the middle-aged shopkeeper's face remained frozen in shock, as if he had never imagined he would lose his life over such a trivial matter.

Kikuchi Miura didn't even glance at the shopkeeper, as if the person he had just killed was nothing more than a chicken.

"I don't care what kind of so-called God Child you two are; since you are members of the Jashin Cult, you had better listen to me while we're out here."

Kikuchi Miura stared at the two with an icy gaze, fresh blood dripping gently from the edge of his blade onto the floor.

Simu turned around, a faint cold glint flashing across his lenses. He said thoughtfully, "Trying to intimidate us, are you?"

Hidan grinned, licking his lips lightly with his tongue.

"You guy, you're really long-winded."

Having said that, Hidan looked at Simu beside him with a strange expression and asked, "It's fine if I kill this guy, right?"

Hearing Hidan take the initiative to ask, Simu nodded slightly in satisfaction, shrugged, and said indifferently, "Do whatever you want; I don't like having someone buzzing in my ear anyway."

"That's good."

A morbid flush immediately appeared on Hidan's face, as if he had already foreseen the scene to come.

"You guys..."

Kikuchi Miura gritted his teeth as he glared at the pair.

He had originally intended to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, intimidating them into behaving themselves while simultaneously solidifying his own status.

He hadn't expected these two to be completely unimpressed; instead, their arrogant, dismissive attitude had directly enraged him.

"In that case, I'll teach you both a lesson on behalf of Lord Jashin."

Tensions between the two sides escalated instantly.

As for the headless corpse nearby and the shopkeeper's family weeping on the ground, no one cared at all.

This was the Shinobi World.

The most realistic Shinobi World.