As the director of Kirigakure Hospital, Kana counted as one of the village's high-income residents. Though she lived in an apartment, her place was fairly spacious.
She had specifically set aside one room to hang all the Death God Masks Araki had given her from the Mask Storage Hall.
Araki followed her inside. Just as he was about to speak, he saw her take a palm-sized mask off the wall and put it on her face without hesitation.
"Hey, no, wait!"
He was instantly alarmed and snatched the mask away just before it touched her face. "I only wanted to ask about your research progress on this thing. I never told you to test it on yourself! Is this something you can just put on for fun?"
After all, although the Shinigami here seemed a little dim-witted, throughout the entire Naruto story, only one shameless snake had dared exploit its loopholes.
If anyone else tried it, the Shinigami could simply take their soul away.
But Araki's reaction startled Kana as well. She tilted her head and looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"You're asking me what's wrong? Were you about to put that thing directly on your face?"
Araki asked irritably.
"...That's how you summon the Shinigami."
Kana muttered softly, sounding a little wronged.
"And then what? You summon the Shinigami, and then you're dead. Is that what you wanted to demonstrate for me?"
Araki was so annoyed he laughed.
"Huh? No, that won't happen!"
Kana hurriedly argued, "Just summoning the Shinigami won't have such serious consequences if you don't use the Dead Demon Consuming Seal. You'll only be mentally exhausted for a few days. A little extra rest will fix it, right?"
"It's that easy? Really?"
Araki looked at her skeptically.
This was the legendary Dead Demon Consuming