Hidan: Family, Who Understands This!

When Kamizuki Simu woke up the next day, a cultist came to report that the leader wanted him to head to the laboratory.

Kamizuki Simu raised an eyebrow, but instead of heading straight to the lab, he turned toward the cafeteria.

Just as he stepped out the door, a killing intent pricked his skin like a needle.

Without a moment's hesitation, a thick purple centipede instantly erupted from Kamizuki Simu's back, shielding his head.

A black spear descended from the sky, its immense gravitational potential energy piercing through his tail-kaku, but it was caught and held fast by the contracting body of the centipede.

"Damn it! You actually noticed me, you bastard Kamizuki Simu!"

Hidan's exasperated voice came from above.

Kamizuki Simu didn't even need to lift his glasses to know it was this loser.

After all, since last night, he had already attempted to assassinate him three times.

The only reason it was only three times was that after each attempt, Kamizuki Simu would chop his head off again and soak it in a blood pool for genetic analysis.

He wasn't sure who kept fishing Hidan out.

But the outcome this time was no different.

After all, the speed of Koukaku: Mantis was far beyond the reaction time of a blockhead like Hidan.

A dark red flash streaked across the sky, and Hidan's head fell limply to the ground once more.

Kamizuki Simu used his centipede tail to scoop up Hidan's head and mocked him expressionlessly, "Next time, before you try to assassinate me, I suggest you find a rabbit or two to practice on."

The implication was clear: with your level of skill, you probably couldn't even beat a rabbit.

Hearing this, Hidan immediately cursed, "Kamizuki Simu! Let me tell you, you'd better hope you never get hurt, because the moment I get your blood, you're dead!"

Kamizuki Simu looked at him speechlessly.

So there really were idiots in this world who would openly announce their own abilities; did he think he wasn't dying fast enough?

Looking at Hidan's moronic expression and thinking of a certain Jashin who only knew how to cackle, Kamizuki Simu suddenly understood a few things.

No wonder Jashin chose this guy.

But it didn't matter to him, not to mention the various types of kagune he possessed.

Even if his actual blood were obtained by Hidan, at most, he would just lose a clone; he could always just make another one.

It could be said that Kamizuki Simu's abilities were practically the natural counter to the Jashin Ritual.

Even if he took a step back and assumed Hidan discovered his true body, he possessed an immortal body himself and would not die from the Jashin Ritual.

With this thought in mind, Kamizuki Simu dragged Hidan's head into the cafeteria.

It was the peak of lunch hour, and dozens of Jashin Cultists queuing up immediately parted ways the moment they saw Kamizuki Simu and Hidan.

"Are they the divine children?"

"Hidan is so lucky to have gained the favor of Lord Jashin; he can even stay alive after having his head chopped off."

"Ignorance is bliss, I suppose."

These people were veteran members of the Jashin Cult and naturally knew about Hidan, who had grown up in the cult.

Simply put, he was a brainless, chatterbox idiot who worshipped Jashin.

Feeling the gazes and hearing the whispers, Hidan shifted his rage onto the others.

"What are you looking at? Huh? Never seen a severed head before?"

"Keep staring and see if I don't chop your heads off too! I'll send you straight to meet Lord Jashin!"

Faced with Hidan's incessant and vicious verbal assault, everyone avoided his gaze, terrified into silence.

After all, not everyone possessed abilities like Kamizuki Simu.

As an immortal who wielded the power of curses, Hidan had far too many ways to make their lives a living hell.

Kamizuki Simu pushed up his glasses, a hint of indescribable gentleness appearing beneath the lenses as he gently stroked Hidan's head.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry."

Hidan's face turned green with rage: "Damn you, Kamizuki Simu! How many times do I have to tell you, stop treating me like a pet!"

Kamizuki Simu smiled, carried the head to the cafeteria lady, and said politely, "Ma'am, I'd like half a roasted suckling pig and a bowl of miso soup, please."

Even after cooking for the Jashin Cult for thirty years and seeing hundreds of corpses—priding herself on being able to cook in a pile of dead bodies—the lady was still stunned by the sight of Kamizuki Simu carrying a severed head.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and serve the food, I want a pork cutlet!" Hidan roared unhappily.

The lady didn't dare to retort; she gave a sheepish smile and hurried to work.

A moment later, Kamizuki Simu took the overflowing tray from the lady and said politely, "Thank you."

The lady was clearly at a loss.

Hidan was different; he glared fiercely at the lady: "Old hag! If it doesn't taste good, I'll slaughter you!"

The lady felt relieved; that was more like it.

Kamizuki Simu shook his head helplessly.

Could it be that the entire Jashin Cult is full of masochists?

Combined with that system option where he had to either become a Jashin believer or a concubine to the Jashin, Kamizuki Simu confirmed once again that this Jashin was truly not a respectable deity.

Hmm.

And the cultists were not exactly respectable cultists either.

Kamizuki Simu carried his food tray and found a random seat to sit down.

Everyone in the cafeteria stayed far away from him, terrified of catching even a single glance from Hidan.

Hidan's notorious reputation did have one benefit, which was that the cafeteria lady's hands no longer shook when serving food.

Kamizuki Simu even received a pig's trotter along with his half-roasted suckling pig, which made him incredibly happy; he grabbed the trotter and started gnawing on it immediately.

It had to be said, the food at the Jashin Cult was genuinely good, far better than what he had at university in his past life.

While eating, Kamizuki Simu suddenly felt a resentful gaze.

He turned his head to look.

Oh, it was little brother Hidan.

He was sitting there with his little head tilted back, propped up on a chair, watching Kamizuki Simu feast.

Kamizuki Simu gave an apologetic smile: "Sorry about that, I forgot about you."

With that, Kamizuki Simu picked up Hidan, pinched his nose to force his mouth open, and then dumped an entire serving of pork cutlet rice directly into his mouth.

"Mmmphhh!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The carefully prepared pork cutlet must have been quite delicious; didn't you see that brother Hidan was eating so much he couldn't even speak?

Kamizuki Simu smiled with satisfaction and continued to eat.

Hidan finally managed to swallow the entire bowl of rice and the pork cutlet with great difficulty, only to discover that the food he had struggled to swallow was leaking right back out from his neck!

"I'm going to kill you, Kamizuki Simu!"

Hidan's voice echoed throughout the entire Jashin base.

Of course, Kamizuki Simu was already used to it. Having easily finished off a roasted suckling pig, he took a tissue from his clothes and wiped his mouth.

Then, he used the same tissue to wipe Hidan's face, picked him up with satisfaction, and walked out of the cafeteria.

Hidan: Guys, can anyone relate?