Sasori's Art

Haku devoured the bowl of noodles like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Under the mercenaries' relentless pursuit over the years, Haku had always lived in a state of hunger. Even when sleeping, he had to remain fully alert, because he never knew when the mercenaries sent to assassinate him might suddenly appear and take his life.

Now, however, after confirming that Simu possessed strength he could not resist, Haku instead felt at ease and finally had a hearty meal.

Only after eating his fill did Haku raise his beautiful eyes and look at Simu.

"Is there anything you need me to do for you?"

Haku, whose fate had been miserable, knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. Especially from someone as powerful as the man before him—if Simu had no use for him, he would never have gone to such lengths to find and help him.

But Haku did not resent help with an ulterior motive, because it allowed him to feel that he had value, that he was needed.

Having value meant that there was still meaning in his existence in this world.

Simu's gaze was deep, as if he could see straight through Haku's thoughts.

"Haku, join the Jashin Cult."

"I can provide you with a path to become stronger and guarantee your survival."

He smiled and extended a hand. There was an inexplicable power in his words, as though he had never believed Haku would refuse him.

And indeed, Haku had no intention of refusing Simu.

"Deal."

Though Haku did not know what the Jashin Cult really was, that did not stop him from seeking something to rely on.

No matter what kind of organization it was, it had to be better than wandering the Shinobi World alone and fighting by himself.

Besides...