"Finally found you."
Behind the house, a red-haired figure rummaged through a pile of junk. At last, he picked up a human head from one corner of the pile. Unsurprisingly, it was Hidan's.
Pulled out of the junk pile, Hidan wore a miserable expression. "Boss—no, sir, please let me go. I'm just a head. I'm not worth all this trouble. Let me go, and I swear I'll stay out of your sight forever."
It was hard to know whether to laugh or cry. Hidan had fallen into despair after losing an arm, yet now that he was nothing but a head, he had actually perked up. At this point, no matter how much worse things got, the worst that could happen was death.
Of course, Hidan still didn't want to die, so he didn't want to stick around and hear anything he shouldn't, either. He still had a chance. If he could leave this place and meet up with the Akatsuki, getting another body wasn't impossible. At least, before he was found, he had sincerely hoped Kakuzu was still alive.
Hearing this, Masked Lingchuan fell silent, seemingly giving it real consideration. Just as a glimmer of hope rose in Hidan's heart...
Under Hidan's expectant gaze, Masked Lingchuan tilted his head to the left as though deep in thought, straightened it, then tilted it to the right before straightening it again.
Hidan: "..."
Just then, the ground suddenly began to shake as though an earthquake had struck!
Masked Lingchuan pressed a hand to his forehead. What was going on this time?
For certain reasons, both sides had avoided fighting in the village. The moment they stepped outside it, Nagato's body returned to its original size!
Nagato's eyes shifted slightly at the sight. Lingchuan had set the rules, and it now