Evil God Cult

"Good morning, Obito."

"Good morning, Aunt Kobayashi."

In their villa in the Land of Hot Water, Obito and Tsunade discovered a problem the day after moving in: the house had too many rooms and the yard was far too large. Both of them were quite lazy, and no one was doing any cleaning...

Obito suggested hiring some servants, and Tsunade agreed, but they had a major disagreement on who to hire. He advocated for young girls, full of youth and vitality. The idea of having energetic little maids wishing him a good morning every day was simply wonderful...

Tsunade firmly opposed this and recommended Aunt Kobayashi, who had previously worked for the Senju clan...

Obito only called her "Aunt" because Tsunade did... If he had addressed her by her actual age, it would have been Grandma Kobayashi...

In the end, under the weight of Tsunade's "sugar-coated bullets," Obito suffered defeat, and Aunt Kobayashi took charge of their meals and the management of the household staff.

They hired two people from nearby in the Land of Hot Water, both around 30 years old. Their appearances were, needless to say, very ordinary. They were responsible for the cleaning duties.

Obito went for a morning jog along the mountain paths. The physical exercise did little for his stamina, serving mostly as a form of psychological enjoyment.

The air was moist and fresh, filled with ethereal mist, the tinkling of flowing water, and the pleasant chirping of birds.

After greeting Aunt Kobayashi, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and entered the bedroom, where Tsunade was still fast asleep... She wouldn't get up until the sun was high in the sky.

However, since they had agreed yesterday to head down the mountain to visit the nearby town, he had no choice but to risk his life to wake her up.

"Wake up, time to get up!"

He stood by the bedside, out of Tsunade's reach, and shouted.

The memory of being punched into the air the last time he tried to wake her was still fresh in his mind...

"Wake up, time for breakfast!"

"Damn it! Stop yelling! Let me sleep for five more minutes." Tsunade pulled the quilt over her head, her voice muffled.

Half an hour later, after being urged every five minutes, she finally got up.

"Aunt Kobayashi's breakfast is still the best; it tastes just like it did when I was a child."

After washing up, Tsunade ate her breakfast looking like a gentle older sister from next door; the violent woman from earlier seemed like a completely different person.

After breakfast, they both changed into casual clothes. Although the clothing styles in this world varied greatly, Obito preferred simple and comfortable modern attire, which also gave him a sense of familiarity.

After leaving the house and walking slowly down the mountain path for half a day, they arrived in town. The town was crowded and lively. Living here, one could hardly feel the cruelty of the ninja world; most of the people were civilians here to soak in the hot springs.

Grabbing dolls, ring tossing, archery, and eating snacks—the two spent the afternoon in the town like ordinary tourists until they spotted a bar by the roadside at dusk.

Midnight Passion Bar, a place whose name alone set the imagination running. Even though the sun still had a lingering glow, there were already many people at the entrance. A man and a woman in uniforms stood at the door wearing masks, giving the place a mysterious allure that made one want to step inside and take a look.

"Hey, we haven't been to a bar in a long time. Let's go in for a drink." Tsunade pulled Obito inside.

"Welcome~" the doormen bowed and saluted.

Entering the bar, the decor was quite unconventional and wild. The staff inside were dressed like the doormen, wearing uniforms and masks. In the center was a large stage, and next to it were several octagonal cages.

Tsunade frowned, and the two found an empty seat. By now, the bar was seventy or eighty percent full. Some were drinking in groups, while others were alone. On the second floor, there was a railed balcony with a row of sofas behind it, which were likely the so-called VIP seats.

Obito and Tsunade drank a few bottles of sake, feeling slightly tipsy but not drunk—the perfect state. By now, the bar was packed, and deafening music filled the room!

On the center stage, a group of women in revealing outfits were swaying their bodies wantonly, accompanied by the explosive music, stirring up the guests' enthusiasm.

"Shameless!" Big Sister Tsunade slammed her glass down, her beautiful brows furrowing.

"You're the one who dragged me in here," he said, picking up his glass for a sip.

"Besides, having seen the most beautiful flowers, I have no interest in these weeds!" Obito added.

A life mentor on Earth once said that you must make your girlfriend feel that she is unique in your heart.

Sure enough, Big Sister Tsunade's furrowed brows smoothed out, and her cold snort lacked any real bite...

As the hot dance ended, a man in a white suit took the microphone and stepped onto the stage, drawing huge cheers from the crowd.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

"The most exciting moment is about to arrive! Tonight, we will crown the strongest king!"

Four candidates had already entered the octagonal cage. All four were big, burly men with explosive muscles and scarred bodies, clearly veterans of many battles, though they were ordinary people without chakra.

"Place your bets!" After the host introduced the nicknames and records of the four fighters, the odds for each were displayed on the giant screen above the cage.

"I bet 1 million ryo on Gorilla King to win!" a plump middle-aged woman on the second-floor balcony shrieked.

"I bet 1.5 million ryo on Skola!"

"I bet..."

"They sure have money!" Tsunade shook her head.

"Do you want to bet? We have plenty of money," Obito said, acting like a wealthy tycoon.

"No, I'm not interested in this kind of gambling."

"Fine, I don't like it either. Shall we go?" Obito agreed.

"Let's finish this drink; it would be a waste otherwise," Tsunade said.

With the ring of a bell, the four men began a bloody melee. It was a brutal fight where every punch landed with force. Before long, blood began to spray from their bodies. The sight of blood stimulated the nerves of the audience—or rather, the gamblers—who acted as if they were high on drugs, especially those on the second floor who were screaming at the top of their lungs. The crowd chanted, "Kill him! Kill him!"

The line between humanity and beastliness is truly that fickle.

Obito shifted his body, placing himself between Tsunade and the octagon cage; though it offered little real protection, he instinctively did not want her to see such things.

Tsunade was not in high spirits, and a bored Obito began to observe the people present. This observation truly revealed something unusual!

Among the crowd, several individuals were weaving incessantly through the throng, pulling small bags of white powder from their pockets to pass them along.

What the hell is this? Does the Naruto World have this kind of thing too?

Around the necks of these people hung necklaces featuring a triangle embedded within a circle! Isn't that the same necklace Hidan wears?

Evil God Cult!