Seeing Gin's movement, Hidan's gaze darkened. He flipped the pitch-black iron spike in his palm and swung it downward once more!
"Splat!"
As scarlet blood sprayed out, Hidan's pupils contracted. A twisted expression born of pain bloomed across his face, along with an indescribable look of pleasure.
Gin, who had been moving closer to him, suddenly halted.
Blood slowly began to seep from his right ankle in an exceedingly bizarre manner.
A gruesome wound had appeared there at some point!
Likewise, a pitch-black iron spike had pierced through Hidan's left ankle. Blood continuously spilled from the wound, quickly spreading across the ground.
"Ha ha ha... How's that!?"
"Have you felt Lord Jashin's sincerity toward you, bastard!?"
"But... do you think this little bit of pain is enough!?"
Hidan's eyes widened as he stared at Gin with a cruel grin, shouting loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he violently pulled out the black iron spike again and viciously stabbed it into another joint of his body!
At that moment, he treated his own body like a tattered rag doll, carelessly driving the iron spike through himself again and again.
Each burst of pain brought an excited, agonized twist to his face, yet even so, the smile at the corners of his mouth only grew wider!
"How's that!? How's that!? How's that!?"
"Have you tasted pain!? With every step so difficult, what else can you do!?"
"Even if I stand right in front of you now, can you still hit me with those filthy fists of yours!?"
"Wail in agony for me, bastard!"
Hidan shouted rapidly and maniacally. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, while pain and excitement intertwined across his face.
Not far away from him, Gin had already stopped moving and stood silently in place.
Gin's white robe