"They... offered way too much."
Kakuzu's plain, unadorned explanation, reeking of capitalist decadence, was like a poisoned knife stabbing viciously into Hidan's mind, already dulled by Jashin's cleansing.
"Ka... Kakuzu... you traitor... who'd even abandon his faith for money!"
Hidan was pierced by more than a dozen black tendrils, hanging in midair like a skewer.
He was covered in blood, yet his mouth was still spewing frantic curses.
His violet-red eyes bulged so hard they nearly popped from their sockets, filled with utter fury and betrayal.
"Lord Jashin will never forgive you! After you die, your soul will be cast into endless purgatory, never to be reborn!"
"Shut up. You're too damn loud."
Kakuzu frowned in disgust, paying no heed to Hidan's superstitious curses.
He had lived for nearly a hundred years. What monsters and demons hadn't he seen?
The only thing that could scare him was poverty.
With a thought from Kakuzu, the tendrils piercing Hidan's body suddenly twisted!
Splat!
Hidan's body was instantly torn into several pieces.
His head, arms, legs... all clattered to the ground like dumplings dropped into a pot.
The bloody sight made Hotaru, standing not far away, scream and faint on the spot.
"That... took care of him?"
Kisame stood nearby with Samehada slung over his shoulder, raising his brow in surprise.
He knew Hidan was an idiot, but the man did have some skill.
How had one sneak attack from Kakuzu finished him off so easily?
However.
The next second, something happened that made Kisame's scalp prickle.
The head lying on the ground, still attached to half a neck, actually... started cursing again!
"Kakuzu! You immortal bastard! Once I put my body back together, you'll be the first one I sacrifice to Lord Jashin!"
Hidan's head rolled twice across the ground. Those eyes