As Long as Everyone in Akatsuki Becomes a Follower of Lord Jashin, Won't That Do?

Pain glanced at the masked man without saying much, seemingly acquiescing to his claim.

Hidan sized up the group, hoisted the Three-Moon Blood Scythe onto his shoulder, and licked his bright red lips.

"Simu, these guys all look pretty good. How about we sacrifice every last one of them to Lord Jashin?"

He looked toward the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, his face full of greed.

"Especially this big guy. If we can sacrifice it to Lord Jashin, He'll definitely be delighted!"

"Tsk tsk, Hidan-senpai, that's quite the bold idea."

At some point, the masked man had appeared behind Hidan.

Hidan immediately snorted. "You simply don't understand Lord Jashin's greatness!"

The masked man tilted his head. "Jashin? Doesn't seem very famous."

"Bastard! How dare you blaspheme Lord Jashin!"

Hidan grabbed the Three-Moon Blood Scythe, twisted at the waist, and swung the scythe in a massive arc toward the masked man behind him.

Faced with the sudden conflict, neither Simu nor Nagato nor any of the others showed any intention of intervening.

Simu in particular felt that if this self-proclaimed Akatsuki intern was so easily taken down by a single strike from Hidan, he would have to seriously reconsider the strength represented by Akatsuki.

Of course, that was never going to happen.

Hidan's scarlet blood scythe cut through the masked man's body like red lightning, yet the latter did not suffer the slightest injury. It was as though the strike had hit a phantom.

Not only that, the masked man took the opportunity to close in and said to Hidan, "Hidan-senpai, you scared me to death."

Just then, several chubby bugs crawled onto the masked man's coat.

"Huh?"

A question mark practically appeared over the masked man's head before a terrifying explosion engulfed him!

Hidan rolled across the ground several