Knowledge Is Power

"I already know what the two of you can do."

The Cult Leader smiled kindly and patted Simu and Hidan on the shoulders.

"Since you have received Lord Jashin's blessings, work hard to carry forward the Jashin Cult, rule the Shinobi World as soon as possible, and repay Lord Jashin."

Hidan clicked his tongue disdainfully. "What's the point of ruling the Shinobi World? My dream is to kill everyone and offer them to Lord Jashin!"

Simu remained equally impassive. "Offering the entire Shinobi World to Lord Jashin is the only correct thing to do."

"Damn it, Simu! Killing people is the only correct thing!"

Simu glanced at him. "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll sew your head onto the ass of my neighbor's seven-hundred-pound old sow."

"Damn it..."

Though Hidan gritted his teeth, he at least did not argue further.

Looking at the two of them, the Cult Leader thought to himself, Lord Jashin must be testing me!

After mentally steeling himself, the Cult Leader finally said to them, "Although Lord Jashin's blessings are indeed powerful, you still cannot bring out their full strength."

He took out two syringes and continued, "Draw a tube of blood each. Once I have studied it, I'll tell you how to develop Lord Jashin's true power."

Hidan raised a brow, immediately preparing to curse the old man out.

He had disliked this old bastard for a long time, but after seeing Simu's gaze, he abandoned the idea.

After all, he knew Simu always meant what he said. If he really got sewn onto an old sow's ass...

And with that bastard Simu's sewing skills, he would probably sew him on backward. Then... blegh.

Hidan's head suddenly started dry-heaving on the ground, leaving Simu somewhat puzzled.

"Say, Hidan, don't tell me you're afraid of needles?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not even afraid of blood, so why would I be afraid of needles—blegh!"

Before Hidan could finish, he started dry-heaving again.

Fortunately, he had no body right now, so there was nothing for him to throw up.

"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and draw the blood."

The Cult Leader was unusually impatient. He felt that if this dragged on any longer, he would sooner or later become as stupid as Hidan.

He took out a syringe and directly drew a full tube of blood from Hidan's body.

This amount of blood loss was nothing to Hidan, a master of self-mutilation. He lost far more blood every time he injured himself.

Simu likewise did not resist, allowing the Cult Leader to draw a tube of blood from him.

But the Cult Leader seemed to think of something else. "Um, Simu, your body is rather special. I need to draw some from other places too."

Simu merely nodded.

It was only a little blood. It meant nothing to him.

As long as he had enough energy, he could create as many Kagune and clones as he wanted!

Most importantly, Simu still did not know enough about this world.

He did not know what this world's power system was like, how strong its experts were, or even what level the Cult Leader before him had reached.

Therefore, Simu did not dare act rashly. Only after obtaining the necessary information could he take corresponding action.

After all, he was not a cute, brainless idiot like Hidan.

However, an accident occurred when the Cult Leader tried to draw blood from the Kagune.

That was...

The Kagune was too hard! The needle could not pierce it at all!

"Simu, bear with it."

As he spoke, the Cult Leader pulled a diamond-shaped weapon with a handle from beneath his black robe.

If Simu remembered correctly, this was a weapon from the island nation, called a Kunai.

A pale blue energy surged from the Cult Leader's body and immediately wrapped around the Kunai.

Empowered by that energy, the Kunai's sharpness greatly increased, and it actually sliced straight through Simu's Kagune.

Only through the wound could the Cult Leader finish collecting the other three tubes of blood.

"Cult Leader, what you used just now was..." Simu asked.

He was extremely curious about the energy capable of cutting through Kagune, and it also proved that his caution had been correct.

Before he understood this world's circumstances, he could not act rashly.

Seeing Simu's puzzled expression, the Cult Leader smiled.

Chakra was not something a wild child from the mountains like Simu could ever come into contact with, if not for Lord Jashin having made him his whetstone.

Though he looked down on him inwardly, the Cult Leader still showed this God Child ample respect and explained:

"Chakra is a special energy refined by combining spiritual energy and physical energy. It is the foundation for releasing ninjutsu, and a necessary condition for becoming a ninja."

Ninjas...

Simu narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to ponder something.

"Heh, only Lord Jashin's power is the strongest! Ninjutsu, ninjas, the Five Kage—sooner or later, they'll all die by my hand and become offerings to Lord Jashin!"

The head on the ground had started fantasizing again.

But neither Simu nor the Cult Leader intended to pay him any attention.

Seeing how interested Simu was, the Cult Leader asked, "What, do you want to learn ninjutsu?"

Simu nodded without hesitation. "Only by mastering enough knowledge and strength can I offer the Shinobi World to Lord Jashin sooner."

At those words, a trace of appreciation immediately appeared in the Cult Leader's eyes. He even began considering whether he should spare Simu's life when the time came; he looked like he would make a useful helper.

"It is good that you think this way, but what you should do now is become proficient with the abilities Lord Jashin has given you. Trying to do too much at once will get you nowhere."

The Cult Leader put on the airs of a senior and lectured him condescendingly.

Simu nodded slightly. "Yes."

"There is nothing else. You may leave for now."

"Yes."

After leaving the laboratory, Simu picked up Hidan and asked, "Where does the Jashin Cult keep its historical records?"

"Historical records?"

Hidan rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "As a follower of Jashin, you actually want to read that kind of stuff?"

Simu was not surprised at all that Hidan would say such a thing. He said flatly, "Otherwise, should I be like you, an idiot who accidentally shat his brain out and only knows how to kill people all day?"

"What did you say?!"

Seeing Hidan about to fly into a rage again, Simu instantly cut him off. "Last time, I found some pretty good wild boars in a cave. They even had two huge tusks."

"Mr. Hidan, you wouldn't want your body sewn onto a giant boar's head, would you?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Hidan immediately lodged his stern protest.

"Then take me there already!"

Faced with his superior's tyrannical pressure, Hidan had no choice but to submit in humiliation.