Yugakure.
When Hidan reappeared here, his expression and bearing had undergone earth-shattering changes compared to before.
Beyond his original impatience and bloodlust, there was now a faint, mission-like fervor in his eyes.
Because he had truly witnessed a miracle in that underground cavern.
Immortality... was the greatest miracle of all.
Thus, in order to receive god's blessing, he followed the other party's guidance and returned to the small village where he had once lived.
He was prepared... to use a special sacrificial ritual to kill everyone.
He would use them as offerings in exchange for Jashin's favor.
That was right. He already knew this God's honorific title, as well as the name of His cult.
Jashin Cult—what a straightforward and frank name!
That was what Hidan thought.
However, his actions did not go smoothly. The moment he entered Yugakure's territory, a blood-red eyeball hidden in the shadows rolled around once and transmitted the information.
"Found him?"
Araki's Flesh Clone, Alucard, covered his left eye with one hand as his vision swiftly switched to the eyeball that had sent the signal.
"Silver hair, slicked-back hair, and that face. There's no mistake... Hidan..."
Alucard muttered to himself, then his shoulders abruptly shook.
Whoosh!
A pair of batlike flesh wings suddenly stretched from his back. Large enough to envelop his entire body, they flapped two or three times and carried him into the sky.
Honestly, the ability to freely manipulate and transform flesh was incredibly useful. Why had Muzan Kibutsuji never thought of flying to evade the Demon Slayer Corps' pursuit?
Could it be that the setting simply did not allow it?
As he flapped his wings through the night sky, strange thoughts spun through his mind.
He flew quickly, and since it was the dead of night, Alucard's passage through