Chunks of rubble clattered down like hail, striking the broken stone statues below with ringing clangs.
Hidan's hand, poised to drive a spear into his own chest, froze in midair.
He looked up in utter astonishment.
Sunlight poured through the gaping hole in the roof, bright enough to make them squint.
Sen Senju stood at the edge of the hole, his hands in his pockets, with a furious Naruto Uzumaki behind him.
"Who the hell are you? You dare interrupt my ritual to Lord Jashin?"
Hidan shouted at the top of his lungs, his black-and-white skeletal face looking rather ridiculous in the sunlight.
"Which blind Konoha bastard is it? Get down here and die!"
Kakuzu narrowed his small, green eyes, fixing them on Sen Senju above.
In all his long years, he had encountered countless powerful fighters.
Yet the utterly lazy air of this suddenly appearing brat, without even a trace of killing intent, put him on guard instead.
"Hidan, be careful."
"This kid got right above us without making a sound, then kicked off half the temple roof. He's no pushover."
Sen Senju hopped lightly down from the edge.
He drifted like a falling leaf, barely stirring the dust on the ground.
Naruto jumped down right after him and rushed straight toward Asuma the moment he landed.
"Uncle Asuma! Are you okay?"
Seeing the wound in Asuma's chest still leaking blood, Naruto practically hopped with anxiety.
With half a blood-soaked cigarette between his lips, Asuma struggled to muster a bitter smile.
"Cough... I'm not dying yet."
"Shikamaru, are you guys okay?"
Sweat covered Shikamaru's forehead, and he kept his hands locked in position, desperately maintaining the Shadow Imitation Technique to restrict Hidan's movements.
But Hidan was freakishly strong, making the shadow sway as he strained against it.
"Asuma-sensei, stop